Chapter 5
CHAPTER
FIVE
AUDREY
Our Domme’s body is everything to call home about—or whatever that saying is. Her thick thighs lead to a long stomach, where her high-wasted leather thong exaggerates the unholy V-cut leading down to her apex.
And the tattoos.
*Everything about her makes me want to scream just how hot I think she is.
But I hold my composure.
I step to the end of the bed like she told me and climb up on my hands and knees, making sure to arch my back a little extra just for her.
As she pulls Boden’s blindfold from his head, his eyes immediately snap to mine. “Oh, Darlin’, you’re in my favorite lingerie?”
“I would say it was just for you, but I think our Dominatrix here is enjoying it too,” I purr.
Slowly, I make my way up Boden’s body; it’s a heady feeling to have both of their eyes and full attention on me. I’ve never felt more powerful than I do in this moment.
I could get used to this.
The only thought in my head is my desire to have her lips back on mine; that kiss earlier was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before—well, besides with Boden, but I don’t count that. I can’t stop imagining what it would be like just to get lost with her—to drown in her body.
But I barely know this woman, and that’s not what’s supposed to come of this night. We’re here to have fun, not get attached. And that’s the mantra I keep repeating in my head.
I can’t get attached.
I can’t get attached.
I’ve always appreciated women throughout my life, but it took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I was bisexual. Up until about five years ago, to be exact.
It felt wrong to say that as someone who’s been married to a man for so long, but I finally came to terms with it one night while I was out with all my girlfriends and the topic came up.
I was always aware of the conversations that seemed to arise more during Pride Month about hetero-presenting relationships.
How being with a man doesn’t erase bisexual identities.
Even if my sexuality was a late discovery.
I always thought women automatically found other women attractive, but two of my friends said that wasn’t the case for them—I can’t imagine.
My crawling comes to a stop when she says my name. “Come sit on your husband’s face, while you eat my cunt.” My mouth almost drops open, but I hold my composure.
My thoughts begin racing again—what if I’m horrific at eating pussy… But I remind myself that I do have one myself, and I know what I like, and have trained Bo on what I enjoy. So why wouldn’t I be able to do the same for her?
“And Boden, use your worthless mouth on your wife’s pussy. ”
His answer is immediate, “Yes, Miss.”
I make my way up Bo’s body and place my knees on each side of his head while looking down at him, then I slightly lean my ass back on his chest. With my attention completely on her, our Miss climbs up onto the bed, standing right above Bo’s head.
“Get my pussy out, Audrey.”
My brain short-circuits for a few seconds before I finally pull it together. “Yes, Miss.”
With shaking hands, I reach up and slide my fingers under the hips of her thong, peeling it down her. She lifts each leg, allowing me to pull it off, and I toss it onto the end of the bed. Her pussy is eye level with me now, and I take her in.
My eyes follow the perfectly shaped landing strip that trails down to the top of her slightly protruding hood.
I want to run my fingers through each fold and crevice, getting to know exactly what she likes.
Before I can, she squats down, forcing my eyes to hers, and in a low, menacing tone, says, “Sit on your husband’s face, Audrey.
I want to see how well he can please you. ”
*He groans from just her words alone. His eyes and fingers are running all over my lace-covered cunt. The same pussy he’s had for years… and for just a moment, a part of me suddenly wants to watch him be with another woman—or maybe I want another woman to experience how good he truly is.
Whatever the feeling is, it can wait for now. It’s my turn.
He pulls me closer to his face by my ass and slides his nose up my very damp thong. “These pretty pink panties are soaked, Darlin’… Let me taste.” Over the lace, he licks from the back to the front, groaning again in enjoyment—right where he wants to be.
I can say one thing and one thing for certain, Boden Taylor knows how to eat pussy.
Without me even noticing, I realize she slipped out from in front of me to tie Bo’s hands together at his stomach.
My mind was on one thing—Boden’s tongue, and his tongue only.
But he doesn’t let that hold him back. Using his teeth to bite my underwear, he gets them to the side, freeing my cunt.
I help him slightly, pulling my thong out of my ass and setting it on the to the side as well.
The last thing I want is that thing getting in the way of an orgasm.
The drag of my husband’s tongue through my center has my head rolling back onto my shoulders for a brief second, before I feel the bed shift slightly when she moves back into place and I quickly remember I also have a meal in front of me.
*Miss steps forward, bracketing my legs with hers, which in turn spreads her wide open for me. My hands curl around the back of her thighs, my face hovering. “Can I?” I look up, trying to give her my form of doe eyes.
“Can you what, Audrey?”
My plea comes out as a whine when I ask, “Can I taste this pretty pussy of yours, Miss?” I’m almost embarrassed at how my voice comes out, but I’m trying to be more shameless, especially while here in Vegas.
And at my words, I feel Bo groan into my center, causing me to hiss, already becoming too sensitive for all of this. Every inch of my body is humming with anticipation. Being at the center of two people’s attention is becoming intoxicating already… addicting, even. But I can’t get used to this.
Bo’s mouth on my clit has me straddling the line of an orgasm, but it’s not enough—it’s never enough. But with his hands tied up, he can’t fill me the way he usually does.
My hands, though, are roaming our Miss’s body, and I am deathly close to where her thighs meet her labia. I’m no stranger to genitalia as a nurse, and I know more than most about vaginas being a labor and delivery nurse specifically, but work is work—that’s never a sexual experience.
Here and now, this is sexual.
And I’m fumbling like a goddamn virgin.
“Please let me fuck my wife with my fingers, Miss, pleeeaasseee. She needs them to come.” Fuck, I’m going to need to hear my husband begging more often.
* for me? - Asal
* Demons - PLAZA
* LUNCH - Billie Elilish