Wet Wednesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 3)

by Annalise Wells

  My finger slips through into her arousal. The muscles clenching around my fingers. Stacey rocks her hips as she places her hands on my broad shoulders, holding herself there.

  “I shouldn’t have doubted you,” she murmurs.

  “Don’t worry about it, baby girl.”

  I put my hand on her hips and draw her body closer, I drive my fingers deep inside the wetness of her aroused pussy. God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

  “Wet Wednesday, you are one sexy motherfucker,” Stacey coos.

  She pushes her hips forward and grabs my wrist. She pulls my hand harder against her pussy.

  “As far as you can,” she screams.

  I hit a button on the keyboard. The screen clears and then shows us a few seconds behind.

  “Shit, what’s that?” Stacey asks as I drive my fingers deeper inside her arousal.

  “I am recording us,” I reply.

  “You kinky bugger.” She giggles and moans at the same time.

  We watch the screen. I drive my fingers into my wet Stacey. She arches her back. Seconds later she arches her back on the screen.

  “We have double the fun,” she says.

  “Just remember to smile,” I say, fingering her faster, now.

  I slide another finger inside. Her body clenches and shudders. Stacey waves at the camera. The screen flickers, and she waves on the display. She giggles as she watches herself performing like a porn star.

  Stacey continues to watch the screen as she strokes my burgeoning erection. Her thumb glides across the slit in the head of my hard cock.

  “Ooh, shit,” I murmur.

  I slither deeper into my chair. The evidence of my arousal is hard in her hand. She strokes me harder and faster while she gazes at the screen.

  “Time for you to fuck this oily body of mine,” Stacey coos.

  “That sounds good to me, baby girl.”

  Stacey gives me a sultry grin, “I want you to fuck me, then I can then see you cum twice, Wet Wednesday.”

  I am (thankfully), not in trouble with her anymore.

  “Okay… I think!”

  Stacey

  “I can’t get enough, sometimes.”

  I watch the screen as the camera angle changes automatically, the face recognition system picks up the heat of the action. If anyone were to break in here, tilting their head would not be enough to hide their face.

  I slide my body onto the edge of the desk. Joseph sits on the edge of his chair and wheels himself between my legs. I watch him onscreen as he spreads the delicate rosy folds of my pussy lips. I see my clit as his tongue pushes firmly against the tip.

  My hips buck beneath Joseph as he sucks and nibbles, owning his pleasure-fulfilling talents. Shards of sensations flood through my belly and spread all over my body. I put my hand on the back of Joseph’s head and push his head closer, to get him in further.

  “Shit, Joseph, for fuck’s sake. You have to fuck me,” I moan.

  I watch the screen as my back arches. I feel the swollen head of Joseph’s cock as it eases inside. He drives inch by inch until his shaft is sunk, filling the depths of my wet cunt.

  His rhythmic swaying motion stretches me as I moan out. I rock and push my hips toward him. I raise my knees to accommodate him and wrap my legs around his muscled waist. My oily body clenches and shudders as Joseph grabs my hips. His oily hands gripping and sliding across my body.

  I feel his cock driving deeper and faster into my wet cunt. My body now undulating with abandonment as I let the pleasure overtake me. My wet pussy pushes hard against his erection. The muscles deep within my sex pulse and clench.

  “Faster Joseph,” I yelp out with pleasure.

  I feel my body readying itself for a final climactic eruption.

  “Joseph, fuck me harder, I am close,” I coo.

  My body wriggles again as he digs his fingers into my oily hips.

  “Don’t cum Joseph, just make me.”

  He nods in agreement. He thrusts harder; he raises his hand and fumbles with the pink buds of my nipple. He pinches tight and tiny pains flood from into breast. I like when he’s rough. I feel a warmth flooding over me. My belly full of sensations that begins to flow through my veins.

  “Joseph, faster,” I yell.

  My final threshold of passion builds deep inside my cunt. My chest rises as I reach my gasping completion. I dig my nails into Joseph’s muscular arms.

  “Ooooh, fuck, yesssss!”

  The frenzied explosion of exquisite sensations now beautifully streams around my body. I reach my glorious peak amidst his thrusting. My body finally relaxes as Joseph slowly withdraws his iron rod from deep within my center.

  I breathe heavy as I stand beside Joseph in the chair. “Just relax and smile for the camera,” I say.

  I wrap my fingers around his large shaft. I stroke slowly and increase my speed. I dribble saliva on the head of his cock. I can taste my wetness. The rhythm of my hand thrusts on his thickness. His groans of pleasure fill his office. I listen to Joseph groan as I hold tight and grip my hand faster and faster. His hips raise as his body finally readies itself to erupt in an overflowing orgasm.

  Joseph’s body bucks in his chair, his hips thrusting toward my relentless hand. His body begins to convulse under my touch. He grabs the arms of the chair and holds tight onto the leather.

  “I am cumming,” Joseph screams out in a loud moan.

  His body arches and seizes, I can feel a frenzy of simultaneous explosions as his hot cum flows into my wanting mouth. His body lets his seed flow. His hot, white cum tastes so yummy.

  I look at the screen, I can see Joseph’s face contort as he gets ready for his climax. The camera focuses on the head of his cock; I can see my thrusting hand as his body releases.

  I burst into laughter, “How fucking cool is that?”

  I hit “Replay” and watch Joseph’s body tense and tighten again as my mouth takes him all in.

  “I could watch this all day,” I say grinning.

  “Well we will have to download it and keep it safe,” he replies with a cheeky grin.

  “Don’t worry, I am never going to lose this,” I say.

  “So, now do you believe me?”

  “I will accept it, Wet Wednesday… but I will never forget it. Now I am going for a shower,” I say. “I have some advice for you.”

  “What’s that?” he asks.

  “Turn the recording off,” I say laughing.

  “Oh, yeah. Thanks, my mind was elsewhere.”

  “Yes, it was, Wet Wednesday.”

  I walk from Joseph’s office and head back to the change room.

  “Where have you been?” Cally asks.

  “I found him eventually,” I reply, feeling amazing.

  “I heard Cherry spouting off about you.”

  “That cow was treading on my turf,” I reply.

  “Well, between you and me, she does think she is every man’s answer,” Cally whispers.

  “If she tries it again, I will show her what’s what.”

  “You look flushed in the face, are you okay?” Cally asks.

  “I was just convincing Joseph never to stray,” I say smiling.

  “I am sure you were!” Cally laughs.

  I jump in the shower and clean my body of the final remains of the baby oil. I walk back to my mirror and get dressed.

  “You not doing anymore?” Cally asks.

  “I am beat after all that, I have had enough.”

  “You’re a lover, not a fighter.”

  “You know me better than that, I am both.” I laugh.

  I head to the bar and order a drink. I need something to just let the pressure of Cherry go away from my body. She did look like Bell, but Joseph had proved himself to be the innocent party in all of it. I sit watching the remaining shows, and the girls walking around the floor and doing their thing. I was not sure if Joseph was going to return to the hotel or if he was thinking of hiding himself away. Even though I had made him cum in my m
outh, he might feel a little embarrassed to show his face at the hotel.

  I see Cally come from behind the curtain. She looks excited.

  “Ty is here,” she says quickly.

  I finish my drink quickly and follow her from the club. I had not met Ty that many times, but I knew he made Cally feel extra special; and after him getting shot in here, it was the least I could do.

  We walk through the reception of the spa area. Ty walks slowly across the marble floor. His arm is still in a sling from his wound. Cally kisses him on the cheek and takes his arm.

  “Why have you come?” she asks.

  “I had a call from Beau. Joseph wanted to speak to us both,” he says.

  “Ah, a business thing,” Cally says, looking mesmerized and in love.

  “I think it is more of a personal matter more than anything,” Ty says.

  “Hey there,” I say to Ty.

  “Well, if it isn’t Miss Distraction. That was a hell of a move you pulled,” Ty says.

  “Oh, it was nothing really. Friends have to do whatever is needed to watch out for each other,” I reply.

  “You have a stronger bond than us three triplets,” Ty replies, looking at me and Cally.

  “I am not so sure that is true,” I say. Ty looks at me plainly as if I have said something wrong.

  “Do you know something I don’t?” he asks.

  “Not at all, I only know what Joseph has told me.”

  “Well, I know that won’t be a lot,” Ty replies.

  Don’t be too sure, I think I may know more than you.

  “Anyway, it is good to see you walking around,” I say.

  “I am fed up of sitting on the couch all day waiting for Cally to come home.”

  “I bet.”

  We all walk back toward the office. Beau is sitting at the desk, and Shona is close behind just flicking through some of the ledgers.

  “If it isn’t my little brother. What are you doing here?” Beau asks.

  “Joseph called me, he wants to talk to us,” replies Ty.

  “Ah yep, he did mention it last night,” Beau says.

  “Is there anything exciting happening?” Ty asks, looking around.

  “Actually, you must not have heard, there was a guy after you last night,” Beau explains.

  “There was a guy here at the club?” Ty asks.

  “Yeah, he said he was a dealer from one of the doors. Joseph fronted him and he said something about you owing him money from his dealing,” Beau explains.

  “He shouldn’t deal drugs, end of story,” Ty comments.

  I sit listening to them talk. I thought back to what Joseph had said about not knowing who his boss was. I was not sure, but maybe they could both be somehow linked.

  Here you go again with your conspiracies, Stacey.

  “The funny thing he said was, he had friends in high places, and he knew we had all served in the service together. I am not sure what made him say that?” Beau says, still puzzled.

  “It is strange, the majority of people don’t even know we are triplets,” Ty says. “Until they see us all in a room together.”

  “Well, if he comes back, I am sure we can find out,” Beau says.

  “So where is J?” Ty asks.

  “I think he is still in his room,” I say, remembering our naughty escapade.

  “We will have to get him,” Ty says.

  “I think for this conversation, it might be safer to do it there than here.” Beau and Ty look at me. They sense I know more than I am letting on.

  “Follow me, and I will get him for you,” I say, owning my place in all of the mystery.

  We walk along the hallway, and I twist the hanger to access the secret passage. I can hear Beau and Ty muttering behind my back.

  We arrive at the door. “Can you turn your heads please?” I ask.

  Beau and Ty turn away from me. I punch the code, and the door opens. I poke my head inside, and Joseph looks at me.

  “I have Beau and Ty here, you want them to come in?” I ask.

  “Not in here, not yet. Take them to the barber shop. That will be empty,” he replies.

  The door closes, and they both stand to look at me like stunned mullets. “He says to wait in the barber shop. He will be right up,” I explain.

  They both look at me surprised. “What?” I ask.

  “Do you know what is going on?” they ask in unison.

  “Not everything. I just know a few snippets from what I have seen and heard.”

  “What is going on?” Ty asks looking confused.

  “Sorry, I can’t tell you. Joseph has trusted me to be silent,” I reply.

  We walk up the ramp, and I check that the barber shop is empty. I walk to the windows and pull down the blinds. Beau and Ty sit in the barber chairs and Joseph walks through the door.

  He smiles at them both, “Oh boy, have I got a story for you.”

  I’m addicted to this. I can’t wait to hear everything, either.

  “I can’t get enough, sometimes.”

  Joseph

  “Talking talking talking!”

  I walk into the barber shop and Stacey has just lowered the blinds. Beau and Ty have sat themselves in the dark, red, leathery, barber chairs.

  “You want to hear this story of mine?” I ask.

  “I think we need to be told something?” Ty says, looking unamused.

  “No offense Stacey, but does Stacey have to be in here?” Beau asks.

  “She may as well be, and you will have to tell Shona and Cally what is happening, too” I explain.

  “You make it sound so dramatic,” Beau says.

  “There is a good chance it could be. There are things you don’t know.”

  “You lot want a drink?” Stacey asks.

  “Coffee for all of us,” Beau says. He is always such a good boy, ever since he met Shona.

  Stacey walks into the kitchen area and begins to make a drink for us all.

  “I will ask you a question, and from this, there will be many questions you ask me,” I explain.

  Beau and Ty look at me blankly. They are waiting for me to ask them the question.

  “Right, here goes. What do you think about our parents?” I ask.

  Silence falls over the barber shop. The only noise is the kettle boiling.

  “I am unsure how to answer that,” Ty says.

  “Why is that?” I ask.

  “Because I don’t know what to say. It is not that I don’t remember them. I just don’t know anything that relates to them,” Ty says.

  “Beau?” I ask.

  “I thought I did, I was just about to say something, and nothing would come from my mouth,” he says, feeling confused.

  “There is a reason for this, and I shouldn’t even know myself. But for a few years, I have known something was wrong.

  “What do you mean gone wrong?” Beau asks.

  “I learned. We don’t have parents in a normal way,” I reply in truth.

  “I’m fucking confused,” Ty remarks.

  “We were artificially inseminated,” I explain giving them the god-awful truth in an instant.

  “So, we have a mother, we just don’t know who the father is?” Beau asks.

  “No. that is not the case, either,” I reply.

  “What then?” Beau asks, now looking at Ty.

  “We were reared in an incubator.”

  “You’re having a laugh,” Ty says.

  “Do I look like I am laughing?”

  “So… we have no parents?” Ty asks, looking really pale.

  “We do, we just have no idea who they are,” I say.

  “What about what that guy said?” Beau asks.

  “He is right, we were trained together. As we grew up, we did everything together in a government facility. Well, I used to think it was government, but now I am not so sure,” I reply in truth.

  “Are you saying we were brought up like super soldiers or something?” asks Ty.

  “Not in
tentionally. If we had remained one child, yes. But as were three, we were trained in different aspects so they could record the differences,” I explain.

  “How did you get to find this out?” Beau asks.

  “I have a small gift. I can sometimes pick up your thoughts,” I explain.

  “A mind reader?” Ty asks. “That would be right!”

  “Sort of, but it is not very often.”

  “Why can’t we tell what you are thinking?” Ty asks.

  “I have no idea, maybe it is something to do with me being the one born in the middle.”

  “It all sounds farfetched to me,” Beau says, folding his arms.

  “It gets more complicated,” I say.

  “How can it get more complicated?” Ty asks.

  “Once every couple of years, we take on the role of each other. This we are not supposed to know. But I do,” I explain.

  “So, since we were kids or whatever we were, we have been each other?”

  “That is correct. One of the pitfalls of being truly identical.”

  “That is all fine and fucking unreal and surreal, but what about the girls. We can’t just swap like that,” Beau says.

  “I know that we have to work together and we can fix this. I want to be with Stacey as much as you two want to be with Shona and Cally,” I explain.

  “So how do we go about fixing it?” Beau asks.

  “I have no idea, but we have the advantage. That is because whoever they are, don’t know that we know,” I say.

  “And last night. That guy. Do you think he knows someone high up who knows all about this?” Beau asks.

  “I do, from the way he was talking, he knew too much,” I say.

  “How do we find him?” Ty asks, looking even more puzzled by the revelation.

  “You do what you do best, you go undercover and start visiting the doors. He will come to you once word gets around,” I say.

  “Well, I am not sure about you two. But if I hear any more, my head will explode,” Beau says.

  “Good idea. Go and explain to Cally and Shona, we all have to be prepared,” I say finally.

  Beau and Ty pull themselves from their chairs. They head to the back and the secret door. Stacey brings the coffee which isn’t needed, now. I sense they have some grave concerns. I know. I have the same thoughts as them.