Chapter 1
front row facetime
Nova
one week ago
I’m three chapters away from finishing my current read when I fight back a yawn.
My back nestles against the headboard as I sit up to angle my e-reader into view.
This scene heats up and I squeeze my thighs together as they come to mind.
The couple I’ve been flirting with online for the past month has introduced me to a new side of myself.
I wasn’t deterred by their profile since I’ve played with couples before, but something drew me to them.
A beautiful married couple in search of a third for a temporary arrangement.
The rules sounded simple, one night with the both of them, and all contact ceases beyond that.
It sounded too good to be true, but still I swiped right and messaged first, against my better judgement.
I have never been happier to be wrong in my life.
Amir and Savannah are open books in different genres that I would stay up all night to explore.
I can only imagine what they’re like behind closed doors.
Especially after the other night. We’ve sexted but that voice note talking me through it?
Goddamn. Two voices guiding me to the edge and begging me to come.
It was unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
Usually I tend to be more dominant, but I’ve enjoyed handing off the wheel to take a backseat and let them drive me wild. I don’t usually initiate our conversations, but tonight I’m tempted to send a text.
Me:
You awake?
Amir:
What are you still doing up, beautiful?
Me:
Reading in bed!
Why the exclamation point? Now I look too eager.
Savvy:
Another romance?
Me:
Yeah. Actually, I could use some assistance again. If you’re free.
Amir:
Oh? How can we help?
Me:
I started thinking about you and imagining how good it would feel to have both of your mouths on me.
Savvy:
I can’t wait to make that happen.
Amir:
You don’t know how badly I want to taste you on my wife’s tongue.
Are you playing with that pussy right now?
Me:
No, but I can be. ;)
Amir:
Wait for my command.
Me:
Yes, Sir.
Savvy:
That’s our good fucking girl.
Me:
What y’all doing? Fucking?
Amir:
Should we be?
Me:
Yeah. If I can watch.
Savvy:
Bet.
She follows with eye emojis and Amir starts typing, then stops. I anxiously eye the bubbles as they reappear.
Amir:
Baby Girl, we may have found a way to assist you.
Savvy:
Only if you’re comfortable. No pressure.
Me:
I’m all ears.
Amir:
Do you want to know how pretty my wife sounds when she comes?
Or can you wait ‘til next week?
Me:
God yes. Please don’t make me wait for next week.
Savvy:
Good answer.
Three dots dance across the screen and disappear. Moments later, my phone buzzes rhythmically on my nightstand. A FaceTime from Amir flashes across the screen and my heart starts racing. Based on the conversation we had, I was expecting a phone call, not a FaceTime.
I couldn’t be more unprepared for them to see me. I’ve curled up with a book, did my skincare routine, and wrapped my hair for the night. I yank off my bonnet, scarf, and doobie in haste, using the front camera as a mirror while smoothing my straightened hair with my free hand.
I take a deep breath and swipe to answer, checking myself once again. He appears on screen shirtless, with dark modern decor in the space behind him, and an expansive king bed with more than enough room for us three, empty.
“Hey, Nova. I hope we didn’t interrupt anything,” he says, greeting me with a soft smile, showing off his beautiful teeth.
I imagine him biting me and leaving marks to last beyond our night together. I meant it when I said I’ve thought about their mouths on me, because I do. Daily now.
“You’re fine, Sir. Well, you are fine, but it’s fine,” I add, with a nervous chuckle.
“So you think I’m fine too? Not just my wife?”
“You should know by now what I think about you.”
“Hmm. Since none of us can seem to wait, and you mentioned wanting to watch, how ‘bout a live show to hold you over ‘til next week?”
Oh my God.
“Uhh—Yes. Yes, Sir,” I add, correcting myself before he does it for me.
I need this. I need to watch them together.
Where is she?
“Fuck,” he breathes, throwing his head back.
Is he? Are they? Right now?
Curiosity takes over and before I give it another thought, my hand dips lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my damp panties. I envision them worshipping my body, taking everything they need.
I swipe through my wetness, stifling a moan as my fingers brush my clit, but my face says it all. He gives me a look like he knows exactly what I just did without their permission.
Shit.
“Are you touching yourself? Daddy didn’t say that you could,” he asks with an expectant stare.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say softly, removing my hand from my panties.
“Taste yourself. Do it for me,” he orders in a gruff voice and I obey, placing my fingers in my mouth to suck them clean. He groans in response, seeming pleased. “Just one second, sweetie,” he whispers before muting his mic.
I nod, his camera blurs at his quick movements around the room. His face comes back into frame as he sits on the bed.
“If you want this dick so bad, crawl for it, baby. Show Nova how good you can be for Daddy.”
As if he can read my mind, he flips to the back camera, revealing Savvy on her knees, crawling toward him. She looks incredible. His thick dick bobs as she approaches, sitting back on her feet.
“Open your mouth and show our girl how to please Daddy,” he says, her mouth open wide in response.
My eyes widen as he slaps his dick on her waiting tongue.
Fuuucckkk.
“Show me how wet it makes you to have her watch us.”
Savvy nods, spreading her legs and takes the phone. She flips the camera to show off her glistening pussy up close and my mouth waters.
“Now, show me yours,” she says, neediness in her tone.
“Yes, Miss,” I say, tugging off my panties in a hurry.
My back settles against the pillows, opening my legs as I angle the camera downward.
“Look how fucking pretty.” She turns the phone toward Amir. “It’s just missing my mouth.”
“We need to make that perfect pussy come,” he says, turning the phone back to her.
“Damn right. Nova, we want you to make yourself come while I take care of Daddy. Can you do that for me?” she asks, crawling closer to him and wrapping her hand around his shaft.
“Of course,” I blurt, wasting no time as I rub soft circles on my clit.
“Good girl,” she praises, lowering her mouth onto him.
“You too, baby,” he says. “You always get so fucking wet from pleasing me.”
I practically drool at the sight of her pleasing him with a hand between her legs while he thrusts into her mouth. She accepts everything he gives, taking breaths only when he allows. I’m enraptured in them, reminding myself to breathe before I faint my damn self.
They are so fucking fine. My God.
“Doesn’t Savvy look so fucking pretty sucking my dick?” he asks, turning his focus on me.
“So fucking pretty,” I pant, slipping a finger inside my aching pussy.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises.
Savannah’s hips entrance me as she grinds against her palm, chasing her orgasm. I mirror her movements, imagining her hand on me instead, coaxing my need as she tends to us both.
I cannot wait to have them all to myself.
As if he could hear my thoughts, his whiskey-laced tone pulls me from my trance.
“Baby Girl.” He looks at the camera. “You can come when my wife does. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Muffled moans escape her as she reaches her peak, but she doesn’t falter while savoring Amir.
“Come on your hand for Daddy and you’ll be rewarded.”
Fuck.
His words ignite a fire through my veins and I detonate unlike ever before. My release engulfs me, blurring my vision as need takes over, soaking my hand with arousal as I come down with her.
Amir pulls back, dick bobbing between them as he assesses the room. I know this night is far from over. She remains on her knees, chest rising and falling as she awaits further instruction. Savannah’s obedience is enticing and so vastly different from her dominant personality.
“My good girls,” he states with a grin, taking Savvy’s hand to help her up. “Get on the bed, baby. I want to show our girl how to make you come.” He slaps her ass as she struts over. “So eager to get fucked. You want Daddy’s tongue? Show me.”
He follows behind slowly, aiming the camera to capture her generous curves.
I’d give anything to have that hourglass figure in front of me, crying out my name.
Savannah is perfect and I hope he knows how truly lucky he is to have her.
As if he can read my mind, he praises her exactly how he should, and props the phone up close by, ensuring I still have a good view of them.
“I need your tongue. Please?” she begs, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands.
“Of course, baby.” He looks down at her, tilting her chin and says, “Sometimes I can’t believe that you are mine. My perfect wife and little slut.”
My core throbs as Savvy faces the camera, angling herself for my viewing pleasure, and bites her lip.
“You can touch yourself while you watch, Baby Girl,” she assures.
I sigh in relief, reaching over to grab my earbuds and the small pink vibrator from my nightstand. Thankfully it’s whisper-quiet, but I don’t want anything to get in the way of enjoying this with them.
She lies back while he trails kisses down her luscious frame, parting her legs as he reaches her soft stomach. He suddenly stops, glancing over his shoulder at me and my heart starts pounding.
“Savannah loves getting her pussy eaten, but she loves eating pussy more,” he admits, lowering his mouth as she pleads for attention. “I can’t wait for her to taste you. Have you thought about it?” he asks before spitting on her pussy.
She gasps as he smears it around her wetness, teasing while he waits for my response.
“Yes. I have,” I breathe, anxious for him to touch her.
When her cries are needy enough, he plunges his tongue into her pussy, taking his fill. His hand travels up to palm her full breast, pinching her nipples as she arches into him. His free hand presses on her soft stomach, steadying her as he takes what he needs.
He indulges in her, groaning against her skin as he latches onto her swollen clit.
Her eyes widen when he inserts a finger, eyeing her attentively.
His focus remains on her while educating me on how to satisfy his wife.
It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen and I’m so encapsulated in them that I have to remind myself to breathe.
“You’re so good at that, Daddy. Fuck,” she cries out, squeezing her thighs around his face.
He maintains his pace, greedily lapping at her needy core while she fists the satiny sheets. Her manicured toes curl and I envision them in my mouth, sucking one by one while we worship in tandem. Her breathy moans harmonize with mine as I increase the pulsing between my legs.
“Amir, fuck. Right there. Right there!” she wails, pressing his face into her. “Nova, come with me, baby. Come with me.”
Oh fuck.
I succumb, my hips bucking against the vibrator at her command, and I sink into the surrounding pillows. I flick off the toy, catching my breath as her body trembles on screen, eyeing him as he removes his mouth.
“Good fucking girl,” he says, slapping her ass as he stands.
He reaches for the phone, offering a view of her curves that I can’t look away from. My breath catches when she snatches it from him, revealing her swollen center.
God. She is perfect.
I spread my legs, easing the vibrator to my sensitive bud, maintaining a low setting. Amir’s hands are on her in an instant, caressing her body in appreciation as he speaks about her as if she isn’t here.
“Savannah is a squirter. Has anyone ever made you squirt, Baby Girl?” he asks, staring expectantly as his hand disappears between her legs.
“Never.”
“We’ll change that,” he assures. A devious chuckle follows and sends chills over my body. “Give it to me. Make a mess for Daddy,” he orders, working his fingers inside of her.
Arousal drips from her pussy, soaking the spot beneath her, and he wastes no time, slapping his dick against her before sliding in.
She gasps when he enters, thumbing her clit to coax yet another orgasm from her body. I admire Amir’s deep brown skin glistening with sweat and Savvy’s full tits bouncing with every relentless thrust.
“You’re such a good toy for me. Taking it so well.”
My clit throbs as I take note of what makes her scream, vowing to do that and more. The sight of them so needy and entangled in each other is enough to make me come again.
“You’re going to look so good wrapped around him,” she says, the camera bouncing as he quickens his pace.
Holy shit.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” I whine.
“My girls are gonna come one more time for me. Alright?”
“Yes, Daddy,” we blurt in unison.
My greedy pussy obeys, clenching as he pounds into her relentlessly. I stifle my moans, focusing on their desperate sobs as I witness them come together.
“Fuck,” he pants, taking the phone to share his cum seeping from her pussy.
Goddamn.
“You were so good. Did you enjoy the show?” she asks.
“I loved it.”
“Glad to hear it. Thanks for joining us, Baby Girl,” he says, facing the camera. “Still want to see us next week?”
“Damn right.”
“Good night, beautiful.”
“Good night,” I say, smiling softly as the call ends.
Well, that just happened.
The screen darkens and I stare at it in awe.
Long after our arrangement ends, this call and others guiding me to climax will replay on a loop in my mind for years to come. Next week can’t come fast enough.