Chapter 5
Five
JULIET
V alentina slides beneath the covers and hides her head under the top blanket. I laugh and slip in next to her. “There’s nothing to feel ashamed about. I’m so happy you did this. I can’t tell you how much.”
Raking a finger over the silky sheet, I pull it down, and her big brown eyes blink rapidly at me. A pink flare coats her cheeks. “Really, Valentina. Thank you .”
The thick fabric muffles her voice as she murmurs, “I got lost in that moment. I feel like I’ve done something wrong.”
A smirk coats my lips as I lie back and stare at the ceiling. “So you really enjoyed Carson, then?”
“Ugh. Would it be terrible to say yes?”
I laugh so hard a little snort flows through my nose. “Not at all. It’s what we both wanted for you. Please don’t feel weird. I know you don’t know me well—yet. But I’ve wanted to share Carson with someone special for years. He would never do something with someone else if I didn’t want him to. The fact you’re willing to be his girlfriend makes me—” Tears well in my eyes, thinking of the three of us in the future. Children filling this home. Vacations to the beach with all of us. Holidays around the dining room table. “It fits us.”
Her hand finds mine, and she strokes it with her thumb. “Thank you for sharing him with me.”
Carson waltzes in the door, with two trays balanced on each open palm, and attempts to shut the door with his feet while not letting anything drop. I jump off the bed to help, and she attempts to get up. My husband gives her a smile and says, “You’re not allowed to move yet, my sweetheart. Let my come do its job.”
With a quick peck on his cheek, I take one tray and some glasses from him. We set up a picnic right on the bed, which is generously sized for all three of us, with Carson in the middle.
He reaches down to press his lips to mine, along with a piece of chocolate held between his teeth. I take it with a thanks and rub my hand along his bare thigh underneath the covers. “Sweetheart? Chocolate?”
Valentina glances up where he has another piece held in his mouth, and she kisses him for a bite. After chewing, she sits up, as if she’s leaving. Running a hand through her hair, she licks her lips and murmurs, “Well… I guess I’ll just be going to my room?”
Reaching toward her, my hand grips her wrist lightly. “If you want to go back to the room we set you up in, that’s just fine. Wherever you feel comfortable, but—” Stopping myself, I glance at Carson, who tosses his arm over her shoulders.
“I’d love it if you’d stay. Then, uh, I’ll have easy access to fill you again,” my husband says with a warm press of his lips to her forehead. This seems to settle her nerves, and she eases against his body. I do the same on the other side and slip my hand into hers.
And within a half hour, the three of us slide under the sheets and fall asleep. Both Valentina’s hand and mine held on my husband’s firm chest as we toss our thighs over his.
The next morning, I awaken to my husband making another deposit into his girlfriend while she rides him. Valentina’s breathtaking. Her full breasts bounce erotically with every downstroke on his thick cock. Carson leans over and palms my neck, bringing my face closer to his until I get a taste of his comforting morning breath as he kisses me. “Morning, my Jules. Ride my face. Give me some breakfast.”
As I ease out from the covers, I toss one thigh over his head before sitting down. Just the way I like. His heated pants hit my core as I settle in. His tongue peeks out to lick my slit as I moan in unison with Valentina. Her hands are on her chest, but to make room, we grip each other’s forearms and lean in.
“Carson!” I scream as he delves his tongue into my hole and fucks me there. Valentina glides up and down on him while one of his big hands grips her hip. His other nuzzles my knee. Valentina and I are so close, my cheek tingles as she brushes past it with her own. As I turn my head, I’m met with her generous lips that dance across mine.
I glance up into her chocolate brown eyes, that seem to hold some consideration there, before I latch on to her mouth. She kisses me like she’s shy, but as soon as I dip my tongue past her parted lips, she gives in.
“Fuck!” Carson moans in between my legs. His hips jerk upright as his grip on us tightens.
Valentina breaks from my embrace and grinds on his pubic bone. I know she and my husband are getting ready to explode. When she tosses her long, blue-black hair behind her and screams, I let mine loose, too. As Carson grips my thighs to pull me down toward his lapping muscle, I come so hard that I moan in sync with Valentina. Our eyes lock, our gazes lit with a fire behind them.
When I slide off my husband’s face, Val slips off his spent dick. “Up here, sweetheart. Lick her pussy off my lips.”
Valentina does, with a slight glance in my direction. As her tongue ventures across his mouth, she looks up at me under her long lashes, and I get a heated feeling between my legs again. I join her. Both of us pressing our lips to my husband’s as he opens for us. It becomes a joint effort. The three of us swapping breaths into one another’s open mouths as Carson’s hands hold our heads together.
“Mm, damn . I want to wake up like this every morning,” he says.
“Me, too,” I agree, and Valentina snuggles next to him and nods.
“Same.”
He and I reluctantly leave her in bed to let his come work deeper inside her while we shower and get ready for work. After giving her a key and showing her more detail around the house, I slide into my downstairs office. I figured she would feel uncomfortable here by herself, so I want to be available in case she has questions. Carson gives her a card for any groceries and expenses, then heads off to work with a peck on each of our foreheads.
Morning meetings leave me with a headache. With a glance out of the window to the wintry backyard, I stretch my arms up, hoping to get a break. A delicious smell, like baked bread, floats under the door, and I get up to see where it’s coming from.
Valentina has dressed in a flouncy skirt and long apron, dancing to some unheard music as she takes a pan out of the oven. On the sparkling kitchen counters sit a variety of foods. A tray of sandwiches. A charcuterie board with various cheeses. A steaming pot of something. A pie and a chocolate cake.
As I glance around the downstairs, I notice everything seems to be in its place. The living room rug even has those fancy vacuum lines in it, like they get when the housekeeper comes. The place looks spectacular.
The granite is slick when I slide my fingers over it while trying to make enough noise as to not startle her with my presence. She still doesn’t notice, though, so I tap her on the arm and she jumps with a scream, ripping out an earbud. “Oh my god, Juliet! I didn’t hear you. Sorry!”
My hand rubs her arm as she laughs. “Not to worry. I am just speechless with this. You cooked and cleaned ?! You don’t need to do this. You’re not… We don’t need you to do that.”
She looks at the ground. “You gave up your home for me. Invited me in. The least I could do is this. And I know you’re not paying me for this. It’s just… if I’m staying here, I thought I should help. Besides, you and Carson have those fancy jobs. I don’t.”
A flutter in my chest makes me step closer to her. “Do you want to stay home and do this?”
“I mean…” She glances around until her big eyes settle on my face. Quietly, she says, “Yeah.”
I’m not very aroused by women, typically. But something about her makes my heart pound harder. With a swallow, I press my lips gently on the edge of hers as she takes a quick inhale. “Yeah? I’d love that,” I say against her mouth.
“Love what?”
My fingers glide up her side and find their way to the back of her warm neck. Closing my eyes, I press my forehead to hers. “Would love it if you’d stay home and be, um, ours .”
When I peek my lids open, her full breasts heave up and down rapidly, as if she’s feeling just as many sparks as I am. “Juliet, I’ve never done anything with a woman.”
Nodding, I hesitate and loosen my grip on her, almost stepping back. But she presses her body into me. “But I want to with you.”
We collide, with our open mouths ravaging each other. Gripping her waist, I turn her so her ass hits the counter as I let my hands slide underneath her apron. One of her legs hitches around to my lower back. It doesn’t take long to find her soaked thong and push it to the side as she gasps into my kiss. “Oh my god!”
Letting my thumb dance around her clit, I gently stroke her hole before plunging one finger inside. Then another. “You want three, pretty lady?”
“Y-yes… Fuck , Juliet. Yes.” Her head flops back as I dip more in and work her pussy with her clit in sync.
My lips suction onto her exposed neck as she rides my arm with squealing grunts of pleasure erupting from her throat. “You are such a good girl for us. For me ,” I tell her, and when she looks at me, it’s like that’s everything she needed to hear.
She lets go and erupts all over my fingers deep inside of her. In her ecstasy, she grips my head and kisses me deeply, riding out the waves of her pleasure. “Let me return the favor,” she whispers, breaking our grip on each other.
“No.” Rubbing a wet finger over her cheek, she turns into my palm. The pink of her skin flushes to red. “Later. I just wanted to play with you.” My arms block her against the counter as she arches one eyebrow, a confused look crossing her face. “I enjoy pleasuring others , seeing them experience joy. That’s what gets me off.”
Her hands hold my face as we stare into each other’s eyes. “You’re something special, then, Jules. I see why he calls you that now. His jewels .”
My phone rings in the other room, and I give her a broad smile. As I step away and back to work, I give her a long look and lick each of my fingers as she tries to fix her hair back in place with a giggle.