He nods once, steps to the side and I make my way up the stairwell. I pass by a group of men who are ogling their bottle service girl but when they see me every single one of their eyes are trained on me. It’s the dress, that’s for certain. I bought it online a couple weeks ago because depending on the lighting it turns multiple colors. Reminds me of a holographic type of thing.
I continue on, narrowing my eyes until I spot the duet of lovely ladies I’m headed toward. “Hey girlie!” Nicola jumps up from her seat in a soft pink bodycon dress. It’s so tight I feel like her tits are going to pop out at any second.
Phoebe is leaning back against the plush booth and smirks, her eyes planted on Nicola’s ass. She’s the definition of a bombshell blonde. If I didn’t already know she was born and raised in Seattle I’d assume she was Swedish. This type of beauty looks foreign.
I come right up to Nicola who wraps her arms around me and holds me close for a little longer than usual and pulls away with the brightest smile on her face. I look behind her to Phoebe who is the reserved one out of the two. “She looks like she’s had a few already.”
“I’m shocked she could form complete sentences when you called her.” She laughs, taking the glass of champagne from the table in front of her.
“I’m not drunk you two. Geeze, you worry too much. I can handle my liquor, ladies.” Nicola adds with a wink, smirking devilishly at the two of us.
“Oh, I know how well you can handle alcohol.” Phoebe teases, motioning with her finger for Nicola to come over. Nicola struts over and leans down to Phoebe, kissing her gently on the lips. “Come on over, Carla. You have some catching up to do.”
We stay in the club for almost two hours, ordering bottle after bottle of champagne and I dance my stress away with two of my closest friends. I’ve never really been a girl’s girl because of how women can be. I never intended to be so distrusting of them, but friends from the past had seriously fucked me over. I grew sick of it and never put any effort in keeping friendships.
Phoebe stands up after glancing down to her phone and at this point we’re all a bit lit. “We should get going. Tomorrow night Nicola’s mother is coming into town and I’m trying to convince her I’m not a gold-digging whore. She’s at least accepted her daughter is a lesbian, but still hates me.”
“Oh honey, we have plenty of time! Can we please stay here and party for a bit longer? Please.” Nicola pleads with her girlfriend, who isn’t having a bit of it.
“No, we’re not staying out any longer. Carla needs to head home too, her fiancé is coming into town tomorrow.” Phoebe mutters, looking down at my hand. “Why don’t you have a ring yet?”
“I don’t know.” I answer her honestly. It’s made me feel a bit off too. This marriage is so important and yet I don’t have a ring. It’s bugged me for so long. Whatever, though. There’s no use in being annoyed about it.
“I don’t think you’re really engaged until you get a ring on your finger.” Nicola teases, grabbing my hand she leads me around the VIP section and takes me down the stairs. I turn back and see Phoebe is right behind us. Nicola and I walk outside the club and Phoebe is closely behind. “You know, there’s something I never admitted to you . . . but if I don’t say it now I’m going to live with regrets.”
“Oh?” I say, looking in her soft blue eyes.
“Yes, I told Phoebe a couple weeks ago I would love to have a night with the two of you. We’ve opened our relationship to other people on occasion, but Carla . . . you’re just so irresistible. You’re going to be committed soon and I don’t think we’ll ever have the opportunity for this ever again.”
I don’t know what to say. So, instead I look back to Phoebe who is definitely within earshot. “Is this true?”
Phoebe nods, smirking lightly. “We’re not pressuring you, Carla. If you want to have a night of fun before your life changes we’re more than willing.”
I suck in a deep breath, still tasting the lightness of the champagne we’d been sipping on the last couple of hours. They’re both right. This is my last night of freedom before everything changes for the rest of my life.
I want one night of freedom.
I want to be myself, to have a night of sin and pleasure.
God knows when I’ll have it again.
“Follow me up to my apartment,” I say lowly, walking down the street and use my keycard to gain entry into the building. The elevator ride goes by in a flash and the next thing I know we’re walking down the hall to my apartment.
I input the keycode, open the door and let the two women inside. I’ve only been in this apartment one other time. It’s beautifully modern with some comfortable accents like plush chairs, fur carpets and the occasional copper accent.
Nicola smiles as she puts her hands behind her back and unzips her dress. I watch as the soft pink falls from her curvaceous body. She’s not wearing anything underneath. “Am I what you imagine I’d look like?” She purrs, approaching me. She runs the sharp points of her acrylic nails down my neck to the front of my dress, sliding her hand under my dress to play with one of my breasts. Her nail teases my nipple and I feel myself getting warm in my core.
Honestly, I haven’t had sex in ages and I’m not used to it. I’ve had plenty of sex before and this political engagement has fucked with my head. Philippe hasn’t put a ring on my finger, but the contract we signed was almost a year ago. Fuck, based on the sexual tension we had going on in the room that day I figured he and I might have had a few rounds of fucking by this point. It’s not like we didn’t find the other sexually attractive.
I dip my face closer to Nicola and press my lips against hers, suckling the poutiness into my mouth. She moans and I curse myself for not doing this sooner, for waiting this long to play with these two. I’ve been with women before, but they’ve never looked like this couple.
A movement catches my eye and I see Phoebe digging into her large, oversized purse. She pulls out a strap and with it she takes out two dildos wrapped in plastic. Nicola pulls her lips from mine and turns back to Phoebe, letting out a soft giggle. “She’s going to fuck us both at the same time. I can’t wait.”
Right now I feel like I’m in some hot porno, but I won’t complain. I have so much sexual tension built up over the last few months and I need a release. I need it so fucking badly.
Nicola takes her hand from my breast and places her other hand on me, pulling my dress over my shoulders and yanks it off me. I’m left standing here in a black push up bra and matching thong. “Oh honey, you’re so cute.” Nicola bends down to the floor on her knees and looks up at me as she darts out her tongue. She hooks her nail under my thong and tugs it down, placing her tongue on my clit immediately after.
“Oh,” I gasp out, forgetting how this feels. The sensation rolling over your body makes you feel like you’re living in heaven.
While Nicola plays with my pussy, Phoebe comes strutting over and slams her lips onto mine. She wraps her hand behind my neck and tugs the back of my hair harshly. “I doubt I’ll ever get to do this again, so I’m going to fuck you until you come all over Nicola and I. We’ve both wanted to taste your cunt for far too long.”
Hearing her words shocks me in ways I can’t explain, but excites me. I always worry whenever I’m going to fuck anyone about not getting any satisfaction, but that won’t be the case here. If anything, I think everything I’ve held in over the past few months is going to come rushing out of me.
Phoebe smiles, “Baby, put some fingers into Carla’s cunt. I think she’s ready to get warmed up.”
Nicola has already been teasing my lips, swirling her fingers around my entrance until I’ve been rolling my pussy against her hand. “I want more than that, Phoebe.” I hiss out, putting my hand on Nicola’s head, shoving her even further on my clit.
I dip my hand down between Phoebe’s legs and run my fingers against her clit, before dipping my fingers into her tight pussy. She’s soaking wet already and it makes me wonder if I was some
sort of sexual fantasy for the two of them.
Phoebe places her hand on my arm and yanks my hand from her, so I take my fingers to my mouth and suck on them, tasting her essence. “I’m ready for you to fuck me.” I declare, then look down to Nicola. Her tongue is spread wide and every time she brushes against my clit I feel small shocks shooting through my lower regions. “Are you ready to come, Nicola?”
She nods her head eagerly, dipping down from my clit to my entrance, shoving her tongue as deeply as she can.
“Nicola, get on the bed. I want you on the bottom and Carla on top of you.” Phoebe orders out.
I point to the left and Nicola runs to the doorway, opens it and enters the bedroom. Phoebe and I follow behind her and I see Nicola is already on the bed, laying on her back with her pussy spread wide. Phoebe is going to have to get the strapon ready anyway, so I bend down and return the favor a little bit. Twirling my tongue around Nicola’s pert, pink pussy. I dip two fingers inside and revel in hearing her moan in pleasure. “Oh, I’ve thought about this for so long. I want you to make me come, Carla. I want to squirt everywhere for you.”
“Christ, I didn’t realize you were such a slut.” I snicker, expecting Nicola to respond.
“She is my own personal Aphrodite.” Phoebe says from behind, pressing a cock against my back. I look back and see she has two cocks in her strapon, one a little higher than the other.
I stand up and position myself on top of Nicola. Our boobs are pressed against the others, but Nicola is very bountiful in the breast department. I dip down and suckle her breast into my mouth, nipping at her nipple between my teeth.
I feel pressure at my entrance and within a moment Phoebe is easing herself into my pussy. Nicola on the other hand is begging and pleading for Phoebe to fuck her. “Put it in my ass, please. Please, Phoebe!”
“Ask and you shall receive,” Phoebe giggles, and the sounds of Nicola moaning are enough to tell me she’s fully enjoying it. Hell, I can’t blame her. I love anal as well.
Every time Phoebe rocks her hips I can feel the cock dipping further in and out of my pussy. I know Nicola feels it too because she’s screaming out in pleasure, saying how she loves a good ass fucking.
I circle my tongue around Nicola’s nipple, teasing and taunting her. Phoebe increases her speed and I feel a gush of wetness come out of me. “Fuck!” I groan into Nicola’s breast, tearing my mouth away from it. “Yes, Phoebe. Fuck, yes!” I scream out, wanting her to fuck me harder and faster.
Nicola’s eyes catch my own and I see them sparkle with mischief. She takes her hand between us and her fingers toy with my clit while Phoebe fucks us both.
“You both love a good fucking, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I holler out, rolling my hips against Nicola’s hand and Phoebe’s cock.
“Yeah, and I can feel Carla’s clit getting tense. She’s going to come for both of us honey. She’s going to come and give us her wetness.”
Phoebe giggles, “Good, ‘cause I won’t stop until we get it and then I’ll make her ride your face until she’s coming for you baby.”
I can’t help but arch my back at the angle Phoebe’s fucking me. That combined with Nicola’s fingers on my clit and it’s just too much to handle. Fire is burning through my body. Desire ready to come pouring out of me.
“Oh, just like that!” I mew out, pushing my pussy out closer to Phoebe. I want this dildo of hers buried deep inside me. I need it to fill me up like nothing else ever has. “I’m going to come! Fuck, yes. Fuck, ladies!” I scream out, feeling wetness spill from me in a gushing wave.
Phoebe increases her speed and I start to convulse, feeling so much sensation. Nicola takes her other hand and grabs my neck, forcing me to stare down at her as I come. “I fucking love this cock in my ass and I can’t wait for you to come all over my pretty little mouth.”
“Jesus, you’re a fucking slut.” I hiss out, slamming my mouth down onto hers. I stick my tongue into her mouth and kiss her like I’m starving because quite frankly I am. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman, I love them both equally and I love how sex makes me feel free.
All of a sudden Phoebe pulls out from me and Nicola. Pushes my ass up and I climb on top of Nicola’s mouth.
“Yes!” Nicola mews, and I feel her shake her hips. I turn my head back and see Phoebe has her mouth on her clit. Nicola wraps her hands around my legs, planting me firmly on her face to where I can’t move an inch and I feel myself on the brink again from this magical mouth of hers.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here?” I hear a man’s voice say.
All of us grow still and turn back. I feel like my eyes are tricking me.
Philippe is here.
Chapter 4
Philippe
For a moment I believe I’m in the wrong apartment until I watch as the black-haired beauty’s face turns down to look at the red head. Not one of them has even noticed I’m here yet, and it appears my fiancée has been in a fucking frenzy with two women.
Fuck, I never expected her to be a virgin. But for the life of me, I never expected this.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here?” I grumble out, demanding an answer.
Carla whips her body back around in my direction and all three women go still. “Oh my god. Philippe . . . I didn’t expect you here until tomorrow.”
“Interesting. I didn’t expect to see you fucking two women. I guess we both can say we’re surprised.”
“I . . . I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think you’d be here until tomorrow and I needed sexual release.” She says, hopping off one of the girls faces. I look at the girl who is blushing red. I’m betting she’s the one who’s pink dress was on the floor in the living room.
“I’d appreciate it if you two ladies would leave me and my wife-to-be alone for the evening. We have quite a bit to discuss.”
The red head hops up, takes the dildos and grabs the hand of the blonde. They both rush by me and I hear their feet patter against the floor and the door to the apartment being slammed. I told Stefano I was coming into town early and he gave me the passcode to the apartment. I was trying to surprise Carla. Fuck, I even hoped we could go out tomorrow for lunch. I had this entire thing planned, to adorn our apartment with romantic gestures.
Carla sits on the edge of the bed in naked glory. I try my hardest to stay mad at her for what I just walked in on, but every single imagination I’ve ever had of her body comes to life. Her areolas are a shade or two darker than her tanned skin. She has a black landing strip on her pussy and a beautiful tattoo going down her ribcage.
“You sure are quiet while you fuck me with your eyes.” She says, smirking at the end of her sentence.
“I’m trying not to lose my temper with you right now.” I grumble, stalking toward her. As I get closer I dip my head down and I get a good whiff of the alcohol on her breath. Carla does something that surprises me, though. She leans her head into mine and presses her lips against me.
Good god, she’s drunk and this is when she kisses me for the first time? I rip my head away from hers. “Jesus, Carla. Go get dressed and sober up. We’ll talk about this shit later.” I don’t mean to sound so harsh.
Part of me is blaming myself right now for not speaking to her during our engagement. Maybe if I had I wouldn’t have walked in on what I just did. Maybe I should’ve arranged for us to see each other every couple of months, or have already started what we’re doing now. It’s obvious to me she needed some companionship. I just would’ve rather it have been my cock deep in her. I should be relieved in the fact I didn’t walk in on her fucking two men. At least they were women.
Carla stands up, looking like she’s about to say something before she puts her hand over her mouth and runs into a doorway in the bedroom. I hear the distinct sound of a toilet lid being raised and cringe at the sound of her vomiting.
I want to be an asshole and leave her to fend for herself, but I don’t. I walk into the bathr
oom and open a cabinet, pulling a washcloth out and run it under cold water. Kneeling down, I press it to the back of her neck and hold her hair firmly in my hand so she doesn’t get vomit in it.
“I’m sorry you came here and saw me like that. You must hate me so much now.”
She can’t see me, but I shake my head. “No, I don’t hate you. I’m just wondering what I could’ve done differently to prevent this from happening. I know people need companionship, and you’re a bit younger than I am which means your needs are higher than mine. I reflected on our year apart and knew I wouldn’t have any need to fuck anyone, considering we’re engaged but you’re in the prime of your sexuality. While I might’ve been fine, it was selfish of me to think you wouldn’t need anything. That’s my fault, but I am pissed.”
I can’t help but wonder if Carla used sex as a way to hide pain. So many others do, and to walk in on her while she seemed to be releasing herself was an erotic experience. I only wished it was me bringing her to the brink, not two strangers.
“Nicola and Phoebe are my friends. I’ve never fucked them before. We all got a little tipsy tonight and they told me they had a fantasy. I was wrong to agree to it, so I apologize. I just needed to feel something, Philippe. You don’t know what it’s like here.” Just like that I have the confirmation I needed. She was using sex as a way to hide her pain, or to let it out so to speak.
Carla turns her face toward me and I take the washcloth from the back of her neck and wipe her mouth before sitting it on the counter. I dig my left hand into my pocket and pull out the box I’ve been keeping on me for months now.
I had a good friend of mine design this ring for Carla. A ring that would be fitting for a queen.
“I want this to work,” I say, pointing between the two of us. “I’m sure you’ve wondered why I didn’t give you a ring yet, and the answer is because I want to give it to you when I love you. Not before. Not because of some contractual bullshit, but because you mean something to me. When I know what we have is real I’ll give you this ring. Now tell me Carla, what do you want?”
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