12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Mona dropped me off outside of the Avery residence, switching from the passenger seat to the driver’s.
She politely turned down my offer to come inside for a cup of coffee.
“No offense,” she said, “but I’ve been running on not enough hours of sleep all day.
I’m going to go home and crash. Message me if there are any fires I need to put out. But try not to message me.”
I promised her I would, then headed inside. The house was quiet, which I’d expected given the late hour, but as I moved from the foyer to the living room, I realized it was actually a little too quiet.
Hell. Had something happened? Did I need to call Mona already?
I was thinking about getting out my phone when I spied the note on the living room table:
Come upstairs. Master bedroom.
It was written in Yukiko’s elegant, slightly sloping handwriting. I relaxed immediately.
My princess had something planned. I had an idea or two as to what that could be, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. Also, I’d been planning to tell her about Mona as soon as I got home, but perhaps it could wait until tomorrow.
I made my way upstairs, picking my way through the hall. Quiet, muffled music played behind the wall of one guest bedroom—I figured that had to be Yui, probably with her earbuds in. I tried not to think of what it meant that she’d already started deploying those—and probably at Kiki’s request.
I could hear the sound of voices behind the door as I reached the master bedroom. Yukiko and whoever else she had in there—by now, I had a pretty good idea of who that could be—could clearly hear me coming, and were putting the finishing touches on whatever preparations they’d made.
Smiling, I opened the door.
It was not what I’d expected.
All the furniture in the room had been pushed against the walls.
The bed lay in the center of the room, while one of the chairs from the kitchen had been taken upstairs and placed a short distance away from it.
Other than that, the rest of the accoutrements—the bookshelves, the dresser—were all nowhere to be found.
Moved into one of the other bedrooms, probably.
Sitting on the bed dressed in their cheerleading outfits were Heather and Eva. And in the chair, holding a wooden spoon near her mouth like a microphone, was my grinning wife, Yukiko.
She wore the see-through silk robe she knew I liked, with nothing underneath besides a lacy black bra and her matching thong panties.
My watch was still on her wrist, and she had one of her mother’s legal pads across her thighs like a clipboard.
Heather and Eva looked very alert, very awake, and very eager.
“Oh my,” I whispered. “What is this?”
Yukiko giggled, then turned to what I’d soon understand was an imaginary camera.
“—and we’re back!” she said, nibbling her bottom lip, mimicking Rachel Bayer’s cadence almost exactly.
“Welcome back to Morning Harbor: After Dark, Boston’s filthiest late-night talk show!
I’m Yukiko Avery, your host, and with me tonight are two of America’s most beautiful and poorly behaved cheerleaders, each here to discuss why they deserve to be filled with my husband’s cock! ”
Holy shit. I was about to burst out laughing and I was so hard it hurt.
Both Heather and Eva looked like they were about to cum from the framing alone.
The fact that this was finally here after they’d been fantasizing about it for so long meant they were both looking at me a little bit like they were worried I might dissipate into smoke—or that some other sudden emergency might drive me away.
They shouldn’t have worried. Nothing could’ve pulled me out of that room.
“And of course, our guest of honor, the man himself—Jackson Avery!” Yukiko let out a very un-Yukiko-like giggle as she gestured for me to sit on the foot of the bed, treating me the way the hosts of Morning Harbor had treated her as a guest. “Have a seat, Jack. Don’t worry, nobody’s going to ambush you with any unexpected questions here.
And if they do, we’ll make sure they’re ones you like. ”
“Hi, boss,” Heather whispered as I took a seat. Both cheerleaders flanked me, their fingers swiftly disrobing me of my jacket and button-down. “You doing okay?”
“We want you to be okay more than we wanna fuck you,” Eva whispered. “But being totally honest, sir, we want you to fuck us real real bad…”
“I’m great,” I said, looking both of their bodies up and down. “Never better.”
Then I turned to Yukiko.
“I actually have something to say before we get the twins’s interview section started,” I told her.
Yukiko perked up instantly. She knew just from my tone that she was going to like this.
“Yes?” Yukiko crossed one leg over the other, leaning forward like a perfect interview host. “What would you like to tell us, Jack? Our listeners are all ears. Might this have something to do with Miss Jessamyn Fawkes?”
It hadn’t, but I had news there as well. “The deal is done,” I told my wife. “It went flawlessly.”
“That’s wonderful news,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
I paused. “And on the drive home, I pulled over and made out with Mona Isringhausen.”
You could have heard a pin drop in the room.
Yukiko’s jaw dropped. For a moment, there was nothing but the shock—then, slowly, the grin reasserted itself on my wife’s face. Hell, it even looked bigger than before.
“Is that so?” Yukiko whispered, awe-struck. Next to me, both Heather and Eva were writhing with need.
“Yeah,” I said. “It is.”
“Well, we all know you’re a gentleman,” Yukiko said, pausing for the audience’s laughter. “Which means you rarely kiss and tell. But dish for our audience, Mr. Avery. You didn’t stop at kissing, did you?”
“Actually, we did,” I said. “Mona doesn’t think it’s the right time. But, Kiki—”
“Mrs. Avery,” she corrected with a snort.
“Mrs. Avery,” I agreed, “she absolutely wants to be a part of this. As soon as you can pencil her in.”
Suddenly Yukiko looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “I think we can absolutely make that happen,” she said, her entire stance radiating satisfaction. “Now, I think we should return to the interview segment of tonight’s show. Are you ready to hear the rules, Jack?”
I was pretty sure I knew them already. That I’d made them up back when I had Samantha and Marcie in the same room with me, fighting over the rights to the term babygirl. But I also knew it would give Kiki a hell of a lot of pleasure to say them out loud.
“Lay them on me,” I said.
Yukiko took a moment. “Each of these women will be given a chance to convince you that they deserve to be your favorite filthy little brat,” Kiki said with obvious pleasure.
“Your host will handle the specifics, with this lovely timepiece she was lent by a handsome stranger earlier in our program. Two minutes on the clock for each, then they switch. The one who pleases you to the finish first gets bragging rights.”
It was exactly what I’d done with Sam and Marcie. Except something told me these two were going to be even less shy about doing whatever it took make sure that when I shot, it was their mouth, their pussy, their ass that was taking my load.
“Are you ready?” Yukiko winked at the cheerleaders. “This segment will be presented completely without commercial interruption, by the way—it’s sponsored by our proud partners at the Avery Company. So no stopping until it’s done, you two.”
“As if,” Heather moaned.
“We’re never gonna stop,” Eva chimed in. She was already rubbing the top of my leg, her fingers aching to have something stiff and thick in them.
“Good. Heather, you’re up first. Two minutes on the clock. Convince Jack, convince me—convince the audience that you deserve it all. And… go!”
The instant Yukiko called time, Heather was off to the races.
The cheerleader had my zipper down and my belt off before I could blink, attacking my clothes with the ravenousness of a starving woman presented with an entire banquet.
Her mouth found mine as her hands slid beneath my waistband, stimulating me to full hardness with her fingers.
“Fuck, I love you so much, boss,” she panted, nibbling my bottom lip hard. “It’s so fucking hot fooling around with you while Mommy watches. You’re gonna focus on me, though, right? ‘Cause I’m best girl?”
Mommy? Heather and Eva had threatened that word before, and now they were deploying it to devastating precision. Not even a blind man could miss the way my prick jerked against my thigh when she said it, like she’d touched something deep and primal inside of me.
“I know you like it,” Heather whimpered. “You don’t have to hide anything with us, Daddy. We’re your best girls—we can take absolutely anything you want to give us…”
She pulled my prick out of my pants and buried her face in my lap. Tight, wet heat washed over my dick, sending sparks all the way up my spine. My hand went to the back of Heather’s head, tangling in her hair, guiding her up and down my length like I couldn’t get enough of her.
Because I fucking couldn’t.
From her chair, Yukiko was clearly boiling over. “Floor manager says you’ve got forty-five more seconds before we switch,” she teased, wiggling the wooden spoon back and forth like she wanted to spank both the blondes with it. “You’d better make them count—”
Heather was most definitely making it count. She sucked and slurped me like she was drowning and my cock provided the only air, bobbing up and down on me like a cork. As she did, I reached beneath the fabric of her cheerleader’s skirt, already knowing what I was going to find there.
A tight, wet, perfectly shaved little pussy—and a glittering plug buried in her backdoor.
Heather pulled off of me with five seconds to spare, my fingers buried in her cunt. “Fuck that feels so good,” she whimpered, her cheeks as red and ruddy as apples. “I should’ve known you’re too much of a man to break on the first minute, sir. I’ll see you next time—”