Chapter 2
Mila
Get yourself together, Mila. You’ve got this, girl. Just look at these two. You’re about to get yourself some and have your mind blown!
I give myself a mental pep talk as I knock back the last of my drink.
“You’ve got this,” Sam says, repeating my own thoughts, with another one of his reassuring winks as he, once again, tops up my glass.
“Feel free to get to know each other a little better,” Frankie calls from where he’s doing something I can’t see in the kitchen.
Sam’s brows are again raised as he takes my drink from my hand, places my glass on the coffee table, then leans in and says against my ear, “I’m not sure what I want to taste first. Your mouth or your pussy. Which would you prefer?”
The first thing that enters my brain is that TikTok sound: ‘Here we go! Here the fuck we go!’
Managing to hold back a giggle, I lick my lips before whispering, “Mouth.”
Sam nods, then very slowly moves closer. His clean, slightly citrusy scent hits me right before his lips brush against that magical spot just below my ear, soon trailing along my jaw, then to my mouth. As his lips cover mine, he slides a hand between my legs, up and along the bare skin of the inside of my thigh. Using his knee, he nudges at both of mine, and I open my legs wider, giving him better access. I feel both mortified and ecstatic.
When his hand reaches the top, he doesn’t pause, doesn’t falter. He just continues to cup my pussy, using his thumb to rub and press against my clit through the sheer fabric of my thong.
His mouth continues to move over mine. His tongue probes and explores, exactly the way I want his fingers to . When he increases the pressure on my clit, my hips instantly buck as a groan or a moan—some kind of noise—escapes my throat.
“Is she wet?” Frankie’s voice comes from somewhere behind Sam, who pulls away with a nod.
My heart rate accelerates as reality hits me right in the pit of my stomach. I’m here with two men. Two men I plan to fuck. I walked through the door to this apartment less than an hour ago, and now the pair of them are discussing the state of my arousal.
I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
I’m nervous, but I’m also turned on to the point I could probably come just by thinking about what these two might be about to do to me.
“Oh, she’s so fucking wet.” Sam’s reply brings me back into the room.
My mouth falls open as I watch him suck the thumb that was at my clit into his mouth. Pulling it out, he swirls his tongue around the tip while smiling at me lopsidedly.
Then he winks.
He. Winks.
Fuck! Me!
Stepping around Sam, Frankie passes me a small, white pill. “Up to you,” he says with a shrug. “But this’ll just take the edge off your nerves, make you feel relaxed like a few drinks would, but still in control of your faculties. It won’t affect your memory either, because believe me, you’re going to want to remember every single thing we do while you’re with us.”
My stomach does its all too familiar pitch as I pop the pill into my mouth. Sam passes me my drink, and I swallow it down.
The moment Sam takes the glass from my hand, Frankie drops to his knees in front of me.
“Lift your arse,” he orders.
I do as he says. His palms slide up the outside of my legs, taking my skirt with them. When he reaches my hips, he pulls my thong down my thighs, pausing to push my skirt up to my waist.
My skin starts to prickle, my insides turn liquid, and I wonder if it’s the situation or the chemicals already affecting me.
“Breathe, Mila,” Sam says from behind me. “That pill will kick in soon and help you relax.”
When Frankie pulls my thong down over my boots and off, he looks up at where Sam is now positioned at the back of the chair and orders, “Get her legs.”
Leaning over me, Sam presses a button on the side of the chair, which tilts it into a reclining position. He then lifts one leg, then the other, over each of the arms.
Frankie remains on his knees, staring between where my legs are spread wide, fully exposing myself to him.
Internally, I squirm and want to close them, but I don’t take my eyes off his as they trace up my body and meet mine.
“You have a beautiful cunt,” he states. “When we know each other a little better, we’ll take pictures and make a video, just so you know how fucking perfect you are.”
I swallow but can’t even manage a nod this time. Just like Sam, he wastes no time in reaching for what he wants, but instead of concentrating on my clit, he swipes his finger down, then slips it inside me.
“Wet and tight,” he says quietly. “Fucking perfect.”
Looking up at Sam, he silently gestures with his chin. Sam obviously reads his cue, leans over, and starts unbuttoning my blouse. It hits me now that they’ve done this before. I wonder how often? Who with? Was it in this chair?
Waves of something roll through me. A feeling, a sensation, but it’s not one of jealousy or anger. It’s more like desire and longing. I wish they were here now, watching. Maybe even joining in. Right now, I’d like them all here, pushing their fingers inside me, licking, sucking, fucking me.
Right now, I’m not Mila Walsh, the quiet, attentive wife of Logan Walsh. I’m just Mila. Wanton, needy, ready to risk it all Mila. And because of that, because there is a chance my husband might find out, because I might lose everything I’ve schemed, plotted, and planned to attain over the past twenty years, I intend to enjoy every single moment. I intend on taking everything these two have to give. I’m going to give myself over to every kind of base desire and let them use and abuse me any way they like.
With my blouse now open, Sam removes each of my breasts from the cups of my bra. Leaning all the way over, he grazes my nipple with his teeth. At the same time, Frankie pushes his fingers deep inside my pussy while working his thumb over my clit. I lift my hips and grind against him. My eyes are closed, my head tilting back as Frankie’s lips whisper gentle kisses along the inside of my thigh. When I feel movement around me, I open my eyes to find Frankie, with his fingers still inside me, standing to one side, about to lean in and take my free nipple into his mouth. Sam, still working at my other nipple with his tongue and teeth, moves to my other side. His hand brushes up the inside of my thigh.
“Lift your arse and spread wider,” Frankie orders. Desire aches in my lower belly, and reflexively, my pussy muscles tighten around his fingers.
“Relax, beautiful girl,” Sam whispers, his mouth now at my ear. “Relax and let me in.”
I feel like I’m about to dissolve—totally liquify with desire at his words.
“Relax, relax, relax,” Frankie whispers at my other ear. “Just concentrate on the sensation of my fingers sliding in and out of you. How wet I’m making you. You feel that? Feels good, right? Just spread a little wider and we can let Sammie in, too.”
As Frankie talks, he scissors his fingers, opening me up, as Sam pushes two of his fingers inside me. I’m stretched, but it’s not painful. I feel full, and it makes me ache internally, but in a good way. When both their thumbs start working at my clit, I raise my hips and meet their thrusts.
“Good girl,” Sam whispers. “You like that stretch? Like feeling full like that? This is just the beginning. Wait till it’s our cocks inside you at the same time.”
A guttural moan escapes me as Frankie orders, “Open your eyes, Mila.”
I do as he says, and my eyes meet his, then travel down his body to where his jeans are now open, and his cock is in his hand as he strokes himself.
My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest as I watch him. A shiny spot of pre come appears at the tip, and either subconsciously, or maybe on purpose, I lick my lips as I stare.
“You like the look of his cock? Would you like to taste it?” Sam asks, and when I turn my head to look up at him, I realise he’s doing the same as Frankie, except he’s stroking himself right in front of my face.
I don’t hesitate. Leaning in, I take him into my mouth.
“Or mine,” Sam continues. “Mine’s good, too.”
My hand moves to his arse, and I pull him in deeper. When I do, he thrusts harder, and I gag.
“Again,” Frankie orders—giving orders is something I’ve noticed he likes to do—as he grips the hair at the back of my head, holding me in place as Sam face fucks me.
And like the dirty little slut I apparently am for these two, when I feel the first jet of Sam’s come hit my mouth, I buck against their hands and explode. My orgasm so intense, it’s painful at first. All of us frantic as I fuck their fingers. Sam explodes in my mouth, and Frankie moves in closer, stroking himself almost aggressively as he comes all over the side of my chest and tits.
They keep pumping their fingers, I keep rocking my hips, but our movements slow as the remnants of the best orgasm of my life roll through me. My eyes are closed as I shut out everything except the extreme pleasure enveloping every part of my body.
Just when I think it’s over, two mouths are on mine. Softly, oh so gently. There’s one hand at my throat, the other cupping my jaw as two sets of lips land on mine, two tongues push inside my mouth, and for a few long minutes, we lose ourselves in a kiss so sensual, I feel the desire in my belly start to build again.
“You wanna shower with us, then take this to the bedroom?” Sam asks, his mouth still pressed against mine.
“That way we can really play,” Frankie adds. “We have toys ready for you up there. Toys to warm you up, open you up, stretch you out, and get you ready for both of us.”
“Warm me up?” I question. “Right now, I feel like I’m on fire.”
“You fucking are,” Sam adds. “That was so fucking hot. You did so well. You took everything we gave you and exploded so beautifully. I can’t wait till we can watch you play—till we can fill you up in all the different ways. I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.” He leans in and kisses me gently.
Frankie follows suit and kisses the top of my head. Their gestures make this about so much more than just sex, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“You did well, Mila, and as Sammie says, trust us, and things will only get better. Now, let’s go get all of us cleaned up.”