Smutty Little Secrets

by Vivienne Hunt

  “Such a perfectly tight, trimmed pussy,” Cassandra mused while she placed baby kisses all over my well-groomed mound, “and look at this luscious, pink pearl.” Lazily she flattened her tongue over my clit. “Mmm . . . Jason baby, do you want a taste?”

  Jason released me from his embrace. “I thought you would never ask.” Working in tandem, they switched positions while I continued to lie spread-eagle like a wanton slut. Was that what I was now? A slut? When I saw Cassandra’s face filled with passion and adoration, I immediately knew the answer. I wanted to be a slut—their slut.

  “Taste yourself,” she said huskily as her mouth descended onto mine. I groaned as she took control of the kiss, mingling her tongue with mine as the salty-sweet taste of my own juices saturated my taste buds. Our kiss was briefly interrupted when Jason placed his hands under both of my ass cheeks, gripping them possessively as he brought my pussy up to his face.

  “God, I have wanted this for forever,” he uttered before he began to feast.

  I moaned, not caring how loud I was getting while he ate me like a man possessed—his tongue going deeper, his ministrations harsher.

  “I told you Jason always gets what he wants.” Cassandra nuzzled my neck before seeking out a nipple and taking it into her mouth.

  I wove my fingers through Jason’s black hair, grinding his face onto my pussy, while Cassandra claimed my breasts with her tongue and teeth. “I’m not . . . gonna last. . . like this . . .” I heaved my words.

  Without missing a beat, Jason sat up and grabbed the shaft of his cock. His was a thick, purplish-tipped dick that curved slightly toward his belly. His balls hung heavy—bulbous and pronounced. “I want to feel you clench my cock when you come.”

  Cassandra laughed. “I thought you would want Nikki to at least give you a blow job first, baby.”

  Jason teased the tip of his mushroom head over the entrance to my pussy. “I did. I do. But I can’t wait.” His stare was causing me to shudder. “I didn’t expect to be so turned on. I need to know what she feels like . . . now.” Not waiting for permission, Jason entered my sopping-wet pussy with one slow push.

  “Fuuuuccckkk,” I uttered as I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. He was larger in girth than Brad, and soon I was full.

  He clasped his large hands up under my legs, and together we found a rhythm while he fucked me. There was no denying it—we weren’t making love. This was primal, baser. Jason, my husband’s brother, was buried to the hilt inside of me, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

  “I guess we’ll all just have to come together,” Cassandra relented as she hoisted herself up, her legs straddling either side of my face. Expertly she lowered her plump lips down onto my open mouth. I had never tasted a woman like this before, but due to the fucking I was receiving, it overrode my insecurities. Hungrily I licked and sucked at her lips while flicking her clit ring back and forth with my tongue. Above me, she hummed agreeably as she continued to grind herself all over my face while furiously rubbing her clit.

  I lost track of time as my existence narrowed down to the dual feelings of giving and receiving pleasure. Nothing else mattered. There was nothing else—only them.

  A guttural cry from Jason told me that he was close. Instinctively I moved to push him out of me as my cloudy thoughts processed that he wasn’t wearing a condom, but he was having none of it. Still pinned down with nowhere to go, I felt him thrust into me, balls deep, and roar out his climax while pumping his cum inside of me.

  I felt two sets of rough fingers tug roughly on my nipples, and the added sharpness of pleasure mixed with pain caused my pussy to convulse as my orgasm washed over me. I clenched down onto Jason’s cock involuntarily, milking him while wave after wave of pleasure shook my body.

  “Commiingg,” Cassandra gurgled out from above me, and I had no choice but to drink in her juices as they poured from her while my nipples were stretched further upward.

  “No more,” I finally rasped once they had spent themselves. I was feeling so drained I could barely hold Cassandra above me anymore. “No more.”

  Cassandra reluctantly yielded as she dismounted from her position.

  I sighed when I saw Jason do the same as he released my nipples while letting his cock slip from my pussy.

  “She’s quite the demanding little thing, isn’t she?” Jason teased as he drew the length of his body up next to mine.

  “It is her first time, baby. She just needs to adjust,” Cassandra purred while she sandwiched me from the other side, wiping strands of my sweaty hair from my forehead. “You did very well, Nikki. Very well indeed.” She kissed my temple. “Everything’s going to be different from now on. You’ll see.”

  I yawned, utterly spent, and too exhausted to contemplate the meaning of her words. Sleep came hard and fast.

  I woke the next morning underneath a mountain of covers, cuddled up next to a warm, soft body, while the air conditioner hummed, blowing cold air on my face. It took me a minute to get my bearings when I realized that I wasn’t staring up at my bedroom ceiling, though the vaulted cutout above my head was quite similar.

  “Good morning, Sleepyhead.” Cassandra pulled me closer, nibbling on my earlobe. “You sure are a sound sleeper, Nikki.”

  “Mmm . . . ” I muttered, “did last night really happen?” I eagerly accepted her embrace as she drew me to her, our limbs intertwining.

  “Mmm hmm, it sure did, Nikki.” Cassandra stroked my back with her hand. “Jason’s already left for work. You never even heard him get up.”

  “Wait, isn’t it Sunday?” I blinked, trying to process what day of the week it was.

  “It is, but he keeps odd hours.” Cassandra’s other hand moved down my body, resting on top of my mound. “He tells me it’s all hedge funds and investments, but I think there’s more to it than that.”

  “Doesn’t that bother you—that you don’t really know?” I pressed myself against her hand. I was lying naked in bed next to Cassandra, still basking in the glow from the previous night. I never wanted to leave.

  “Frankly, I don’t care what the hell he does, so long as the money keeps flowing in.” She brought my face up to hers. “And neither should you. It’s the very least of your concerns. Now, go get a shower and get dressed. I’ll see what Chen has left us for breakfast.” Chen was the name of Cassandra’s private chef, who prepared almost all of their meals for the week—ahead of time—and left them in the refrigerator. Cooking was not my sister-in-law’s strong suit.

  I fussed but Cassandra held firm. The truth was I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to see Brad, my house, any of it. I wanted to stay in Cassandra’s bed all day and wait for Jason to come home and fuck me again.

  “I said to go get a shower.” Cassandra slapped my ass so hard, once I finally stood up, that I jumped. I rubbed the spot that she had struck. She got out of bed and walked around to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “You’re very lucky that you are so adorable and that I crave this delicious body of yours.” She raised my chin up to meet her gaze. “But when I tell you to do something, you do it, no questions. Do we understand each other?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, letting some of my Southern manners out. At the sight of her stern face, my heartbeat quickened at the thought of disappointing her.

  Cassandra’s face softened, but she still held my chin while she took her other hand from around my waist and began to fondle my breasts before cupping my mound again. “That’s better, Nikki. Much better. I’ll be downstairs when you’re finished.”

  The shower was divine, and the hot steam melted away any temporary misgivings I might have had. I had experienced the best sex of my life; surely, I could play along with Jason and Cassandra’s game. After all, if they could get me out of the house more often and away from Brad, it couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

  I rummaged through the room for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. “Cassandra?” I called down from the steps. “Have you seen my
clothes?”

  “I tossed them in the laundry, hon. You packed another set, didn’t you?” she answered back from below.

  “Um . . . yeah, sure.” I puttered back into the master suite and began digging through my bag. In my previous night’s haste, I had forgotten to pack a bra. Sighing, I pulled a clean T-shirt over my head and slipped into a pair of capris. I towel-dried my hair and applied a bit of light makeup before declaring myself presentable. The smell of fresh coffee wafted upstairs, and my stomach growled hungrily.

  “This is the best I can do,” I announced to a terry-robed Cassandra, who was sipping a cup of java. “I forgot to pack another bra.”

  “Let me see you,” she ordered, motioning me to come closer. “No, this is much better.” She reached out and cupped one of my perky breasts through my T-shirt. You don’t need to wear bras. Your tits are perfect. No more bras,” she said with finality.

  “But . . . I . . . can’t . . . ,” I started to rebuke her.

  Cassandra rested her coffee on the counter. “When I say, ‘No more bras,’ I mean no more bras.” She lifted my T-shirt up to my neck and took one of my nipples into her mouth while flicking her tongue over it.

  I sighed contentedly as my head fell backward.

  She released the nipple with a pop as she moved on to give the other the same attention.

  I felt my knees go weak and my pussy seep.

  When she was finished, she pulled my shirt down, and my nipples were standing at attention, pushing ever so painfully up against my shirt. “Did you like getting fucked by Jason last night?” she asked me bluntly.

  “Um . . . yes,” I stammered while blushing furiously.

  “Would you like Jason to fuck you again?” she picked her coffee back up, giving me a pointed stare.

  “Yes, ma’am, I would,” I consented, thinking about how he had filled me up.

  “Then, what do you need to do, Nikki?” She paused, clearly wanting an answer.

  I gulped rapidly, feeling like this was much more than a game to her. “I need to listen.”

  “That’s right,” she confirmed as she smoothed a hand over my shirt and tweaked one of my nipples, “you need to listen—to me, to Jason. When we tell you to do something, when I tell you to do something, you do it. No questions asked.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I squeaked out meekly.

  “I have something for you.” She switched gears, ignoring how loudly my stomach was growling. From the other side of the counter, she retrieved a small velvet jewelry box. “This is yours. Open it.” She handed me the box.

  I popped the lid open, and inside was a white gold necklace of three intertwining hearts with a delicate pink pearl set in the center heart. “This is beautiful,” I gushed, not quite understanding why she was giving this to me.

  Cassandra gently lifted it from the box and unfastened the lobster claw clasp. “Turn around, Nikki.”

  This time, I did as I was told, and even moved my hair to the side, as Cassandra fastened the jewelry around my neck. “These three hearts represent us—you, Jason, and me. The heart with a pearl in the center”—she faced me forward again— “is you.” She reached down and cupped my mound through my capris. “Just like your little pink pearl down here.”

  “Thank you. You didn’t have to—”

  “Shhh . . .” Cassandra cut me short with a finger to my lips. Immediately I stopped talking. “You’re to wear this all the time. It’s never to come off. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my head against her finger.

  “I mean it, Nikki.” Cassandra’s tone turned serious, “What the three of us have is special. Very special. Not many people would understand the bond between us. You will always be cared for, no matter what happens.”

  Cassandra drew me into a hug, and I nuzzled my face into her terry robe.

  I would have been lying if I had said that, in that moment, I understood the full weight of her words.

  The rest of Sunday went by in a blur. As promised, Cassandra had me back to my house in time for my afternoon tennis match with one of the other wives that lived the same lifestyle as me; Lucy was another blissfully unemployed woman who lived off the money from her wealthy husband. But was it really blissful? And was this really the life I wanted? What was its purpose?

  Brad had scarcely acknowledged my homecoming while he was yelling on his Bluetooth with someone from work about delayed permits for a new subdivision. He had haphazardly waved to me when I peeked my head into his office to tell him I was off to tennis. I was annoyed at the brush-off, but really, it was nothing new. When Brad was in “work mode”, I could have paraded into his office naked, and it wouldn’t have made a damn difference. Defiantly, I toyed with the gift around my neck while swinging my racket as I headed out. I had other outlets for my frustration now, and they didn’t include him or his crappy attitude.

  I paused for a minute at the front door. I had just cheated on my husband with his brother and our sister-in-law. Shouldn’t I have felt mortified? Or, at the very least, a tad guilty? What was wrong with me?

  I was barely into a game of tennis when it started to rain. The country club only had outdoor courts, so Lucy and I made a mad dash for the clubhouse. Sadly, it didn’t stop us from getting soaked. Deflated and distracted, I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, so I decided to head home. My cell buzzed. It was a text from Brad:

  Will be out for a few hours—going into the office. Be home around dinner.

  I fumed all the way back to my house. Lately, it felt like he never had any time for me unless there was a function to attend or a party to host. I was tired of feeling neglected by my husband. This wasn’t the marriage that I thought I had signed up for.

  Once inside, my frustration took on a new form as I decided to get a shower and alleviate the sexual “stress” I was feeling. What I really wanted to do was pleasure myself while thinking about Cassandra’s beautiful, full breasts and Jason’s thick dick. I wondered if I called her if she would let me come over.

  I loved my master bathroom. The shower was large enough to easily fit two people. It had dual showerheads, stonework from floor to ceiling, and sliding glass doors. It was my haven when I needed to decompress and just be alone. Steam and suds did wonders for the soul.

  Lost in my own world underneath one of the showerheads, I barely registered the shower door sliding open. I squeaked when I felt a pair of strong arms grip my waist. I sighed. “Finished with work-stuff so soon?”

  “In a manner of speaking, yes,” was the gruff reply from behind me.

  That wasn’t Brad. No, it was Jason’s voice. His strong arms kept me from falling.

  “Jason . . . what are you doing here? I mean, how did you know that Brad wouldn’t be home?” Subconsciously I tried to cover myself as the water splashed over my body. A part of me realized I was being silly, but just his mere presence intimidated me—his incredibly naked presence.

  Jason took the hand I was using to cover my breasts and brought it up to his mouth. “I know more about my brother’s schedule,” he said before drawing one of my fingers into his mouth, “than he does.”

  “What if he comes home early?” Panic started to take over as I imagined Brad storming into the bathroom at any moment. “What if . . . ?”

  Jason rubbed his thumb across my lips. “Shhh . . . Nikki, you have nothing to worry about. Trust me.” He used his thumb to part my lips, and instinctively I began to suck on the tip of his thumb. “Don’t you trust me?”

  I nodded my head, unable to break his gaze. The hold he had over me, the hold Cassandra had over me—I needed them. I needed them desperately.

  Droplets of water fell from his long eyelashes as he inclined his head toward mine. His hand dropped to my neckline as he played with the necklace. “Good girl, you’re wearing our gift. Do you like it?”

  Again, I nodded.

  “We’re family now,” he said possessively as his hand moved farther down, squeezing one of my breasts and pulling on the nipple
.

  “We were always family.” I bucked ever so slightly toward him as my eyes fluttered closed.

  “Not like this. Now we’re a different kind of family,” he whispered into my ear. “Brad’s never been the right fit for you, Nikki. We’ve watched how he’s treated you, over the years and his pathetic, failed attempts to give you what you need. With us, you’ll always be taken care of, Nikki. Cassandra and I are going to take such good care of you.” He abandoned my breast as he sought out my pussy. With skilled precision, he parted my pussy lips as he sunk his thick digit inside. “And, we don’t feel once ounce of guilt for claiming what should have been ours all along. Nikki, you’re ours now.”

  I groaned as I began to ride his finger while clutching onto his arms. It felt so good. So fucking good.

  “Ah, ah, ah.” Jason eased off the finger-fucking he was giving me, and I whimpered in protest. “First, I want to see that sweet mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, sucking me off like the perfect little slut I know you can be for me.”

  It was as if his dirty talk had flipped a switch in my brain. I wanted to be his slut. I wanted to please him, but most of all, I wanted to reward him with fucking me—stretching me out and filling me up. Eagerly I dropped to my knees as the shower water continued to pour over me. I took his cock in both of my hands, bringing it to my mouth while he pushed my wet hair back away from my face. Greedily, I began to suck his cock as if my life depended on it. I wanted to please him so badly.

  “Fuck, Nikki.” He leaned back against the shower wall while keeping his hips jutted forward. “Take it deeper, baby. I know you can.” He placed both of his hands on either side of my head, forcing more of himself into my mouth.

  I sputtered when I felt his mushroom head hit the back of my throat and then slide deeper still. I began to choke, feeling the saliva ooze from the corners of my mouth as I tried to take a breath, but Jason held my head steady. Then, right before I thought I was going to pass out, he eased up on his grip. Gagging, I gasped for air.