Jason
“Ifeel like Batman.”
I chuckle as Celeste pulls the black mask onto her face. “Hey, maybe it’ll help us gain viewers within the comic book community.”
“I don’t understand how no one ever realized Bruce Wayne was Batman.” Celeste plants her hand on her hip. “And Superman. You mean to tell me everyone was fooled by a pair of glasses?”
Kourtney runs her fingers through her hair as she gazes at herself in the mirror. “I think we’ll be fine as long as we keep our faces out of the shot as much as we can.”
“I already lost my job. It won’t affect me if people find out that I’m fucking on a porn site.” Celeste adjusts her mask. “But you two have everything to lose. I just want to make sure we’re being careful here.”
“We will be.” Kourtney smooths her palm down Celeste’s back. “We’ll look over the videos and make any edits we need to before uploading it to the website. It’ll be okay.”
Celeste chews on her bottom lip as she nods. “I created a few accounts on different social media platforms. We can post before the website goes live to hype it up and grow our following.”
Kourtney’s eyes light up. “We might even be able to post teasers of the videos to come.”
“We’d have to censor them, but sure. That’s a great idea.”
I lift the tripod and swipe my phone off my nightstand. “Are we ready?”
“To get naked and have sex with my best friend and her husband for the internet?” Celeste offers us a thumbs-up. “I was born ready.”
Kourtney laughs and shoves Celeste into the hallway. “Are you going to be a sarcastic wench this entire time?”
“Have you ever known me to be anything more?”
I smile as I follow the women into the kitchen. Anticipation clenches my stomach. The first scene we decided to film will start with Kourtney and Celeste cooking breakfast. I’ll be behind the camera, making sure their faces aren’t shown and that the lighting is good before joining them.
The setup was entirely Kourtney’s idea. I want her to take the reins on this and let her imagination fly. This is her dream, her fantasy, and I’m going to support her to make sure she gets everything she wants.
Celeste says she doesn’t understand why I’d agree to something like this, but I know she gets it. She’s doing this for the same reason I am—because we love Kourtney and would do anything for her. She couldn’t say no, despite her reservations.
With their masks in place, my girls take their spots by the counter. An assortment of berries and a fresh stack of French toast sits on the counter beside a bottle of syrup.
I adjust the height of the tripod and clip my phone into place. “The natural light coming from the window is perfect.”
“Make sure you don’t get too much of the apartment in the frame.” Celeste jerks her thumb over her shoulder. “Don’t want anyone to recognize your place.”
I zoom in and give them a nod. “Good to go.”
Kourtney loosens the belt on her silk robe. “How do we look?”
I shoot her a grin. “Sexiest women I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Celeste shakes her head. “You’re such a smooth talker, boss man.”
“One of my mouth’s many great talents.”
Celeste rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.
I have to keep things light with her because I know how nervous she is.
We all are, even Kourtney. It takes a lot of nerve to let strangers in on the most intimate part of your life, of your body.
Sex is a vulnerable thing. It’s the reason I love watching Kourtney explore this side of herself.
She’d never admit this to anyone but the two of us in this room.
It’s private, even when it’s being put on display for the world to see.
This thing between the three of us means something.
I press the record button on my phone, and the room falls silent. We didn’t rehearse anything because we wanted it to be as natural as possible. I don’t know what will happen any more than they do, and it’s exhilarating. The anticipation crackles in the air like a live wire.
Kourtney starts by pressing a soft kiss to Celeste’s lips.
She lets her hands explore, smoothing down Celeste’s back and over the swell of her ass.
Celeste’s curves spill out of Kourtney’s small hands as she squeezes.
Celeste reaches between them and unties the belt on Kourtney’s robe before pushing it over her shoulders and letting it fall to the tile.
My dick hardens at the sight of Kourtney’s bare body; the way her nipples harden; the way her back arches so she can get closer to Celeste; and the way she lets out the smallest whimper of desire.
To my surprise, Celeste takes the lead and reaches for the bottle of syrup and pops open the top, letting the dark sugary liquid trickle onto one of Kourtney’s nipples.
I zoom in on the screen to catch the way it glistens as it slides over her, and then Celeste bends down and captures her nipple in her mouth.
Kourtney moans, and my dick jumps as if it knows the familiar sound of her voice calling for him.
Celeste does the same thing to the other side, taking her time as she watches the syrup drip down Kourtney’s nipple before sucking it off.
After she’s had her fill, she drops the straps on her camisole, and it falls around her waist. She steps back and drizzles the syrup over her own chest, and Kourtney wastes no time lapping it up.
Celeste squeezes a drop of syrup onto her fingers and sets the bottle down on the counter.
She traces Kourtney’s lips with her coated fingers and pushes them inside her mouth.
Kourtney’s eyes lock with Celeste’s as she wraps her tongue around her.
Celeste removes her fingers, and then she’s sliding them between Kourtney’s legs.
My wife’s pleasure is directly linked to mine, and seeing her turned on like this spurs me on in ways I could’ve never imagined.
I tilt the phone and zoom in again, focusing on the way Celeste’s fingers glide over Kourtney’s clit. She’s so wet, I can see the way her arousal gleams on her skin. Kourtney rocks her hips in time with Celeste’s languid strokes, letting her moans fill the air around us.
It takes all my restraint not to tell Celeste what to do next.
I want to tell her to spread Kourtney’s legs so I can get a good look at my girl.
I want to tell her to bend down and rub her tongue all over my wife’s pussy to make her soaked for me so I can plunge my cock inside of her.
But I keep my mouth shut because, as much as I love being in charge of my wife’s pleasure, I equally love watching it get drawn out until neither of us can bear it any longer, until it’s almost painful and we’re about to explode.
Whoever said patience is a virtue must’ve been a voyeur.
Kourtney’s knees buckle, and she hops up beside the sink, spreading her legs and resting her heels at the edge of the counter.
But instead of burying her face between Kourtney’s thighs, Celeste reaches for the syrup bottle again and drizzles it over her pussy.
She plucks one of the strawberries from the bowl on the counter and swirls it over Kourtney’s clit, coating it in syrup.
Kourtney moans, her hips chasing each stroke of the strawberry.
Then Celeste glances at me over her shoulder, watching me watch her get my wife off. She lifts the strawberry like she’s offering it to me, and I tear off my boxers before stepping in front of the camera.
I reach out to take the strawberry from Celeste, but she yanks it back. “On your knees.”
A smirk pulls at my lips as I lower myself onto the tile, doing as she commands.
“Open.”
I oblige, but instead of feeding me the strawberry like I expect her to, she sets her foot on my shoulder and feeds me her pussy instead.
I slide my tongue over her, and she grips the hair at the back of my head, shoving my face against her.
“What a good boy,” she murmurs.
With one hand clenched around an overflowing handful of Celeste’s ass, I reach up with the other and rub my thumb over Kourtney’s clit so she can get off while she watches us.
Celeste tosses her head back as she moans, riding my face and taking exactly what she wants. It’s hot as fuck. I might like being in charge, but there’s something about being on my knees, at her mercy, that fuels a different side of me that I’ve never tapped into before.
I slip a finger inside Kourtney, pumping in and out in slow strokes while my thumb circles her clit. She braces her hands on the counter behind her and rocks her hips in rhythm with my touch.
It’s intoxicating, bringing pleasure to two women at the same time, the way they’re both spread for me. My dick throbs, begging for relief. And the more Celeste talks me through it, the more turned on I get.
“That’s it,” she whispers, gazing down at me. “Just like that.”
I hum against her pussy, basking in her praise. She likes it when I flatten my tongue and lap at her in long licks, so I continue the motion until I feel her legs start to shake.
I curl a second finger inside Kourtney, and she cries out. Within seconds, she breaks apart on my hand, moaning loud and coming hard.
And Celeste comes right after her.
It’s a symphony of ecstasy, their voices echoing off the walls. I don’t pull back, letting them ride out their waves until they’re fully sated.
I remain on my knees, waiting for Celeste’s next command—and she knows it.
A sly grin spreads across her face, and she tips my chin. “I think our good boy gets a reward for his patience.”
“I agree.” Kourtney slides off the counter and takes my hand. “Have a seat right here.”
She leads me to a chair at the kitchen table and gives me a gentle push until I’m seated. My dick bobs in my lap, swollen and leaking at the tip. Kourtney and Celeste drop to their knees in front of me.
Celeste gathers Kourtney’s long, dark hair at the back of her neck and nods her head in my direction. “Go ahead, baby.”
Kourtney sucks me slowly into her mouth, and my hips jerk. The feel of her soft tongue wrapped around me like this will have me coming in seconds.