Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
Cally: I’m done with New York. The wheels are up. Heading home. Try not to ruin the bed without me.
Monty: No promises. Ves woke up braless and grumpy, and very horney. She’s in that part of the pregnancy when you can’t satiate her. We used the vibrator on her pretty ass. I think she might be ready to take us both, baby.
Vesper: I’m ready.
Monty: I can attest that her pussy’s still wet.
Vesper: You walk through that door, Cally, and I swear, you’re gonna find me bent over the bed, begging you both to ruin me. At the same time. So bring your A-game. I want to feel you in my pussy while Monty stretches me open on his cock.
Cally: Fuck . . . I’m alone in the jet and I’ve got my cock in my hand. You two really expect me to make it home without coming? Ves, you better be dripping and ready—because I’m not stopping until you’re shaking around me with his cock in your ass.
Monty: Babe, don’t come yet, or you’ll be empty before you’re ready to fill her pretty pussy.
More if you want your husband’s tongue teasing your ass before claiming you, and your girlfriend’s thighs around your face—or to fall asleep tonight with cum leaking out of me.
Cally: Fuck, you two are really horny today.
Vesper: Sorry, we’re just teasing you. We’re actually at the grocery store.
[Vesper has sent an attachment]
Cally: Great, a picture of broccoli and a shopping cart. My dream come true—not. Way to deflate my . . . ego.
Monty: We wanted to see if you’d get kicked off the plane for arousal-related turbulence.
Cally: You two are cruel.
Vesper: You still love us and . . . we’ll make it up to you :wink emoji:
Cally: You’re menaces, I’m telling you.
Vesper: In our defense, here’s our grocery list: Eggs, wine, Monty on all fours, Cally with his cock out.
Cally: Do not let him touch himself until I get home—also, let’s not forget your pussy.
Monty: This goes both ways. No touching yourself until she’s ready for us. Wanna be split open and fed your cum like it’s what’s keeping me alive.
Vesper: Come ruin us.
Cally: I’m going to fuck you both until we forget what day it is.
Monty: Hurry.