DoubleTeamHer

by Titania Ladley

  Frank panted, his brow glistening with sweat. His cock twitched inside me, and based on our many sessions of lovemaking I knew that meant he tried to delay his release too. “Don’t know how long I can hold on.”

  Jazmine moaned and tightened her arms around me. She alternated kissing my neck with nibbling on my shoulder. “I wondered if this toy was going to be my thing but it’s totally turning me on.”

  Frank and I said together, “Oh, me too.”

  Jaz dragged the thin cock along the crack of my ass and bit my earlobe. My hole tingled and dilated while a tremor rippled down my back. Her warm breath tickled my ear and stirred the hair at the nape of my neck.

  She whispered, “Ready?”

  I closed my eyes and inhaled. “Yes. Oh my god yes.”

  Frank coaxed me to bounce on his cock in slow movements. “Relax your asshole and lean forward.”

  Forget the instructions. I just needed Jazmine to hurry and stick that thing in me so I could see what it was like, experiment and test my reaction.

  Jazmine kept her tits against my back and pressed me forward so I had no choice but to lean my elbows on either side of Frank’s head. My breasts were squashed. The sparse hairs on his chest were soft against my nipples. It sent a tremor of excitement through my body and straight to my clit.

  Frank’s perusal trekked to my right where Jaz’s head perched over my shoulder. Emotions of some sort glinted in his eyes but again I didn’t care to examine it, didn’t give a shit about anything except achieving my goal.

  He stopped jacking himself off with my pussy and held me close. “Do it, Jaz. Sink that thing in her ass. But slowly. Let her get used to it.”

  I’m going to get used to it all right. This is just the beginning.

  I dove into a kiss and our tongues dueled, mouths sucking mouths. He groaned while Jaz worked her hand between me and Frank. She massaged my tit and her palm rubbed in circles around my nipple.

  Then the moment I’d been waiting for…

  Jaz pushed the slick anal toy past my rectum. Slowly as Frank had ordered. Completely. So deep her pelvic bones nestled against my butt cheeks. There could be nothing more staggering than this sensation of being filled front and back at the same time. I alternated tightening my muscles with relaxing them. I teetered on the brink of orgasm.

  Frank’s nostrils flared. He sucked air through clamped teeth.

  “Mmm.” Jazmine kissed and licked my neck. The softness of her lips and the fanning of her breath in my ear sent prickles of pleasure to my scalp and down my spine. She withdrew the cock then impaled it in my ass again.

  Frank followed Jaz’s rhythm. He lifted me and lowered me down on his erection in time with her delicate plunging and receding.

  Those prickles Jaz had started at my neck launched excitement through my blood and settled in my groin and ass, centered between them in a space where I’d never experienced the thrill of orgasm before.

  My eyes crossed, the lids heavy. I couldn’t suppress the animal cry that erupted from my throat.

  “All set?” Jazmine whispered.

  I nodded. “You have no idea how ‘set’ I am.”

  A muscle tightened in Frank’s jaw. The pressure of his scrotum cradling my lower labia moved to that sensitive, elusive spot. The pre-cum tremor in his sac warned of his coming climax just as it had during prior sex between the two of us. It shuddered along my pussy lips and up the toy’s length.

  “Flip it on, Jaz,” Frank ordered.

  I wasn’t sure what he meant by “flip”.

  But Jazmine knew. She wedged her hand between my rump and her crotch. The click sounded a split second before the vibrations of the toy rippled through my ass. I didn’t think it could get any better yet it did.

  Way better.

  Frank shoved his cock in and out of my pussy while Jazmine held the vibrator buried inside my butt, forcing the waves to spread through my entire body. An unfamiliar scream resonated in the room and at first I thought it was Frank. But it wasn’t. It was me. I’d never heard such a strange mewl come from my throat before. It went on and on. My muscles and bones and cells and nerves were immersed in ecstasy.

  As I came down off my high Jazmine’s body twitched. She wheezed, struggling for air. Frank growled at about the same time. Somewhere off in the distance of my mushy mind I noted that Frank and Jazmine came at the very same moment.

  Like lovers in sync with one another.

  But so what?

  I wasn’t concerned. I’d gotten what I’d set out to accomplish.

  Double-team sex with a man and a woman. I could check that one off my list, possibly repeat it in the future if the need struck me.

  I collapsed on his chest. Jazmine shut off the vibrator and eased the toy out of my ass.

  “Wow. That was phenomenal.” I took Jazmine with me as I rolled off Frank. His cock slid out of my pussy.

  He pulled Jazmine into his arms, tucked her head under his chin and cradled her. His forehead glistened with sweat. He threw an arm over his eyes. “There isn’t a single word strong enough to describe what just happened.”

  “Let’s see.” Jazmine rained kisses over his chest and played with one of his nipples. “How about crazy sexy? Burning hot? Or mind-blowing ecstasy?”

  He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Those are two words.”

  Her gaze rose and met his, locked for a few silent seconds.

  How sickening. These two exes definitely have unfinished business between them. I gave a mental shrug. I just want to go on the prowl for more. With someone else—or someones. And maybe somewhere else besides a boring bedroom.

  I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat. “Uh, hello? Are you two vegetarians now?”

  “Vegetarians?” Frank narrowed his eyes. “What the hell’s that mean?”

  I giggled and climbed from the bed. My breasts jiggled as I walked toward the en-suite bathroom. “Yeah. I think you two just tossed aside the meat from our sandwich. But that’s okay with—”

  A series of raps pounded on the living room door. It picked up in intensity. Impatient voices exploded from the outer apartment hallway but I couldn’t make out the words.

  “Fuck me, whoever that is, they’re going to catch hell. This early in the morning the building’s management will throw them out.” Frank climbed out of bed, pulled a t-shirt over his head and jammed his legs into Levi’s. Despite his foul mood he whistled as he strolled into the living room.

  I didn’t worry. Frank would get rid of them. Though these two made me sick with their lovey-dovey stuff, I decided we were not done. I was determined to not let this opportunity slip from my hands. We would do it again after he got rid of the assholes banging on the door.

  I crossed to the bathroom to wash up. It had been so magnificent being double-teamed. I smiled. But the next time I planned to get in a sixty-nine with Jaz, maybe have Frank just watch and jack off on the side. This was all a wonderful chance to do with them as I pleased. Damn right, I was going to become the director on this set.

  My mouth watered to taste her again. Now that I got the man-with-a-girl-on-girl fantasy checked off my list, I wanted just her.

  Yeah, so I got off on women, perhaps a touch more than men. I craved pussy—for now at least. Next week would probably be something or someone different. Maybe that’s why I’d become tired of Frank. I needed that extra thing, stimulation by someone different or more than one person at once. An obsession fed and satiated, fed and satiated.

  But did it matter if that obsession included getting it on with a man and a woman, or two other women or me with two men?

  Or just me and a woman?

  No. I’d gotten off on the sex between Jaz and I in that cage with everyone watching and cheering. God, so fucking hot. Yet having a man’s cock inside me turned me on too. Yeah, I couldn’t be without a man in my life. But I could put that on hold for now because I wasn’t done with exploring clits and pussies and tits and womanly scents.

  So I ass
umed that meant I was bisexual. I could be with both sexes or combinations. Even one or the other rather than a threesome. It broadened my options and choices of lovers.

  I snickered. My pussy and clit hardened at the many possibilities ahead.

  Maybe I’m just a nympho with no sexual allegiance.

  Well isn’t that exciting?

  Chapter Six

  Out in the living room, shouting escalated to screams alternated with banging on wood.

  The sound of the door being yanked open had me perking my ears to hear what came next. I glanced at the closed bathroom door but Giovanna continued to primp and hum. Water splashed and perfume wafted into the bedroom.

  Frank said in a foul mood, “What the hell are you two doing here?”

  My stomach tightened with dread. I waited a few moments as low voices drifted through the apartment but Gio remained in the bathroom.

  I couldn’t wait for her any longer. I had to see what was going on. So I wrapped myself in Frank’s robe and darted into the living room. The scent of his cologne teased my senses but the pleasantness of it faded when I saw him handcuffed.

  I skidded to a halt. “Frank… Babe, what’s going on? Why are you—”

  A striking blonde woman stood next to Frank, holding his arm. Her gaze snapped to me. Apparently she hadn’t known I was here with Frank. Which meant she didn’t know Gio was here either.

  “This is none of your business.” She held up her hand, glared at me and curled her upper lip. She inspected me up and down with loathing. “Step back, babe. Or wait. Make that stripper whore.”

  I gaped and slapped a hand over my mouth. The shock of this strange woman’s sudden attack stunned me, as did her reference to my job. Speechless, I perused her face. It amazed me how her snarling lips and piercing brown eyes did not detract from her attractiveness.

  Hold on… Faint familiarity nagged at me. Where had I seen her before?

  “Dammit, Leah.” Frank glowered at the woman, his words laced by a growl. “Why do you have to be such a bitch about it? Have some respect. She’s my ex-wife.”

  Leah? So he knew her?

  A tall, handsome man with sandy-blond hair fisted Frank’s t-shirt in his hand and slammed him against the wall. “Don’t you ever call my wife a bitch again or I’ll kill you, you bastard.”

  Frank’s flaring nostrils were accompanied by a hollow laugh. “Kill me, Ned? When the three of us had a hot affair that you thoroughly enjoyed? I think you busting into my home and handcuffing me without an explanation—or without reading me my rights—is a bit hypocritical.”

  “You have the right to remain silent, you mother fucker. Anything you say can and will be used against you. Blah, blah, blah.”

  Frank sighed. “For what do I have that right?”

  “Lewd conduct,” Ned said with a revolting chuckle.

  “What? Lewd conduct?” I blurted.

  “Lewd conduct?” Frank echoed. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

  Ned shoved his reddened face into Frank’s, no more than an inch from him. “Fuck you.”

  Frank snorted. “Uh-huh. That’s exactly what the two of us did to her during our affair. It definitely qualified as lewd. But that was at her insistence and yours. Now look at us. This is outrageous and fucked-up.”

  Whoa.

  My jaw dropped. Frank had had a threesome with these two? How could that be considered lewd conduct? And if Leah had participated in this threesome how could she arrest him and not get arrested herself?

  The image of these three making love together caused that vague feeling of envy to tug at my heart. I’d experienced that same emotion when Gio and Frank and I had made love, when I’d noticed the attention he’d given Gio over me. But as I had before, I shoved the jealousy aside. I wanted all the details prior to making any judgments. I needed to know what this bizarre turn of events consisted of.

  The Ned guy growled and heaved Frank into the wall again. “You asshole. I wish we’d never—”

  “Stop it,” I said, rushing forward. “Leave him alone.”

  “Ned. As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. Let him go. Frank has a point, several in fact.” Leah’s gaze shifted to me although she didn’t turn her head to look at me straight on. “Sorry, Jazmine. About the whore comment.”

  Her tone sounded far from apologetic. More like resentment, and I had no clue where this animosity came from—or how she knew my name.

  Wait a minute…

  I moved nearer and studied Leah’s profile. The familiarity strengthened. I folded my arms across my ribs and took several more steps, to within a few feet of her.

  She finally faced me and set her hands on her curvy hips. I caught a glimpse of a deep shadow of cleavage in the gap of her button-up blouse. A black strap peeped from under her blazer jacket, a weapon tucked into its holster.

  “Stay back.” Her eyes flickered with authority yet they also held a glimmer of envy. The expression mirrored how I felt.

  I scrutinized the fit body, her height, pretty oval face and long thick hair.

  But what was it that seemed out of place? Yes. That was it. The hair. But why? Why did she look familiar yet not familiar?

  Aha. It came to me in a flash. Brunette, not blonde.

  Some sort of skimpy uniform, not a cop with a different kind of strap-on—a gun.

  Then that tip-of-the-tongue syndrome spit out the truth.

  That was it.

  “Cindy? Are you Cindy—or was it Sandy?—the bartender from Puss ’N Tush? When Tito Faggini owned the place, got busted and they shut the club down?”

  This was the woman who’d burst into the party room with the bouncers and my then fiancé Rob. He’d caught me and Frank in a…compromising position and hauled me out leaving “Cindy” behind with Frank.

  “Great.” She rolled her eyes. “Just great. I love it when my cover’s blown, especially by Mrs. Stripper Sherlock. And it was Cindy not freakin’ Sandy, you moron.”

  Cindy, Sandy, Leah. Didn’t matter. Screw them all.

  I rubbed at my forehead. “Are you on your period or something?”

  Frank chuckled.

  “Screw you, Lyons,” Leah said, glaring at me instead of him.

  I rewound this entire mess in my mind.

  Hmm.

  So after I’d left with Rob that night at the club right before it had been shut down by the feds, apparently this Cindy—or Leah, now—and Frank had hooked up.

  My fingernails dug into my palms. The mental image of these two together so soon after Frank and I had almost completed his fantasy of doing me anally had my temper boiling.

  And according to Ned’s earlier comment about their affair, they’d added Ned to the picture later.

  “Yep, that’s her, Jaz.” Frank jerked his shirt from Ned’s hold and shoved him away. “Undercover cop. Ned too. Work out of my precinct.”

  To Leah, Frank added, “Of course your cover’s blown. You didn’t exactly come busting in here in a black wig again like you wore at Puss ’N Tush back then.”

  She ground her teeth together. “Shut up, Frank. And it wasn’t ‘black’, it was brunette—really dark brown.”

  “Whatever.”

  I set my hands on my hips and mirrored Leah’s stance. “So that’s how you knew my name? You’d been spying on me in that bartender getup? Spying on the whole club as Cindy? And now you’re arresting Frank with no evidence?”

  “I don’t owe you any explanations. But I suppose I could show you some evidence we found at the club tonight.” She reached inside her jacket, flipped open a black leather wallet-looking thing and flashed a badge at Frank. “Found it on the floor by that ‘lewd’ cage you jacked off in front of. Seems you have a negligent habit of letting your badge go missing in that place.”

  I had no idea what Leah meant about Frank’s negligence at Puss ’N Tush but the important thing at the moment was getting him out of this mess.

  Leah yanked on the handcuffs. “Now let’s go, pal.
Off to jail.”

  Frank glared at Ned and lifted his chin in the direction of the couch. “I need my damn shoes. Over there in front of the rocker chair.”

  Ned sauntered across the room, snatched up Frank’s work boots and returned to where Leah had Frank in custody. Ned grabbed Frank by the arm and hauled him out into the hallway.

  I rushed to the door. “Frank. Baby, what should I do?”

  “Head down to the police station, see if you and Gio can bail me out. You might have to—”

  Ned shook Frank. “Shut the hell up. She can figure it out.”

  “Ha, figure it out? She’s nothing but a dumb stripper.” Leah cackled at her own comment.

  Frank glared at Leah then Ned. “You prick. I’ll say whatever the fuck I want including instructing Jazmine what to do for me. Haven’t you ever heard of free speech?” He glanced at me as they hauled him farther down the hall. “Jaz, you and Gio should…”

  They disappeared down the stairs before I could catch the rest of Frank’s instructions.

  Crap.

  I raced back into the apartment and slammed the door behind me.

  Gio leaned against the bedroom doorjamb naked, her nipples taut and her pussy cradled in the V between her legs. “Hey, sexy. What’s going on with Frank? I heard the ruckus all the way from the bathroom.”

  My pussy warmed and moistened. I recalled the sensation of holding her in my arms and ramming the vibrating anal strap-on into her ass while Frank fucked her.

  But I pushed it aside. Frank was my number-one concern at the moment. “He’s been arrested. We need to go down to the police station and bail him out.”

  “Arrested? What for?” Giovanna didn’t bat an eye. Her tone sounded bored. Wasn’t she concerned at all? Had she overheard everything yet feigned ignorance for some reason?

  “Lewd behavior. At the club when he jacked off while we were in the cage.”

  She threw her head back and let out a husky laugh. “You’re kidding me. Then why didn’t they arrest us too?”

  I hurried to the living room window and saw that the three of them hung around a black car as if to have a casual conversation. “I don’t know,” I said to Giovanna. “Come to think of it, it’s very odd.”