Just Breathe Trilogy Box Set

by Martha Sweeney

  “Okay,” I confirm, unable to look away from the mirror.

  “And, your gold Valentino’s,” he adds.

  “Sure.”

  “Shine some lights on her, babe,” Jared instructs. “We need to know which color underwear she needs to wear without exposing herself too much or at all.”

  With Denise’s help, we determine that nude panties are the best way to go. I comment about needing tape over my nipples, but Jared argues that the beads and gems would hide them. He peels back the right side of the top slightly and confirms it, announcing to the room that my lights are on, yet there’s no external indication of my excitement. Nathan has me walk up and down the store, turn, spin and bounce a few times just to make sure nothing will pop out or off of the dress.

  “Denise’s sister is going to come and do your hair and makeup, so make sure you bring your entire collection,” Jared informs me while I change out of the dress.

  “Okay.”

  “You might want to bring some of your jewelry too. Nathan might see a pair of earrings or something else that adds to the piece,” he adds.

  I nod my understanding.

  “You okay, Kitten?” Jared checks, eyeing me.

  “Yeah,” I mumble.

  “Excited and nervous?” he speculates.

  “Yeah,” I agree.

  Since Nathan has all of the pieces finished and is just really knit-picking over minor things, he, Jared, Pop-Pop, Sadie and I head back to his and Jared’s place for dinner. I settle into my room after a long walk on the beach with Jared and Sadie. Jared joins me in my room like old times, letting Nathan rest since he’s been pulling early mornings and late nights for weeks now. Pop-Pop is already asleep in the next-door bedroom.

  “Pop-Pop’s met a lady friend,” Jared suddenly announces.

  “Really? Good. Good for him,” I commend.

  “Now we definitely need to find him a place out here,” Jared admits.

  We snicker at the thought of Pop-Pop needing privacy with his friend.

  “Maggie seems to be completely back to her usual self,” he adds.

  “Definitely,” I agree. “How are you handling things with Naturally Me?”

  “Good. Great,” Jared honestly answers. “We’ve got a backlog of topics to do and I know the ins and outs of how you handle everything on the site and the videos. The team’s been really great and Pop-Pop has really taken quickly to everything.”

  “Good,” I praise.

  “How’s Maggie handling the new position?”

  “Wonderfully. I think it’s reinvigorated her,” I offer. “She was already doing better since the . . . but now, it’s like it never happened.”

  “She’s always been quick to move on,” he comments.

  “Yeah.”

  “So, what’s new with you?” Jared inquires.

  “What do you mean?” I inspect.

  He knows everything that’s going on with me — okay, maybe not everything.

  “Just checking in to see if I’ve missed anything,” he states oddly.

  “No,” I reply, unsure of what he might be hinting toward.

  My phone suddenly chirps from a text message. I glance in its general vicinity, but ignore it.

  “Do you need to get that?” Jared checks.

  “No. It’s nothing important and it’s late,” I remark.

  “You sure?” he questions speculatively.

  “Yep,” I concur.

  “Might be important,” Jared quips.

  “Nope,” I disagree, wanting to downplay it.

  Jared doesn’t pry any further and I don’t reveal anything.

  Jared stays with me in the room, hanging out like we always do. When I notice that he has fallen asleep by the way he’s breathing, I grab my phone and text Joe back. We exchange a few lines of communication, but there definitely isn’t anything time sensitive to his comments.

  Realizing that Jared is out for the night, I cover him with the blankets and turn off the bedside light before tucking myself in. Sadie curls up and sleep surrounds me easily after midnight.

  Seventy Two

  The next night Sadie and I stay in Santa Monica and end up heading home early Monday morning after going to Nathaniel’s with the guys. I work all day Monday from home, doing my best to avoid my itch for Joe.

  Tuesday afternoon, Sadie and I arrive at Maggie’s just after she and Henry finish eating lunch. Maggie and I go over more business things two hours past Henry leaves for his MBA class. Taking a break, Maggie and I retire to her bedroom to hide away from the staff as they perform their daily duties around the house, giving us more privacy to talk.

  Like old times, Maggie and I chat about random things as we do on occasion. My heart fills with joy being able to spend some quality time with my best girlfriend, who is already excelling since taking on the CEO role of Raven and is genuinely looking forward to her and Henry having children. One of these days, I’m going to need to ask her how she does it, letting go of the pain, hoping that there might be some good advice to help with the death of my parents.

  After some giggling, Maggie slides closer to me on the bed and kisses me.

  “Henry will be home soon,” I comment, not sure if I want to be caught doing it in their bed.

  Maggie’s head turns to check the clock. “We have some time,” she coaxes.

  “You sure?”

  “Henry and Joe usually end up talking to some of their classmates afterward, causing dinner to not be served until he gets home which is usually seven,” she explains. “Besides, I need this . . . I need you.”

  Seeing the desperation in my friend’s face, I can’t deny her — we’ve got an hour. Moving closer to Maggie, my lips reach to comfort her. As I lower her to the bed, my mouth explores her neck and my nose registers the faint smell of her arousal, causing moisture to form between my legs. Dropping my right hand, my fingers quickly make their way under Maggie’s dress and over her panties, discovering just how wet she really is when they glide over her sex.

  By the time I’ve got Maggie completely naked, where I’m still wearing my bra and panties, my face is buried between her legs about to make her cum, until suddenly my head jerks up at the sound of the bedroom door being opened.

  “Hey, honey,” Maggie greets Henry.

  A wicked grin dances across Henry’s face — not because he’s caught us, but I believe it’s because he’s happy to finally see us in action.

  “Come join us,” Maggie encourages.

  “What?” I blurt, watching Henry carefully close the door behind him.

  “Don’t worry, Emma,” Maggie soothes. “He’ll just be with me.”

  My eyes dart to Henry and he nods confirmation.

  “O . . . okay,” I mumble, unsure of this whole situation.

  “We promise,” Maggie reassures. “Now, don’t stop.”

  “Make her cum, please,” Henry innocently requests. “I want to see and hear you make her cum.”

  Swallowing hard at the situation unfolding, I look back down to Maggie, who is smiling from ear to ear, back up to Henry who is tentatively taking a few steps closer. Henry reaches cautiously in his pocket and pulls out his phone. I watch his fingers hit a few buttons before he lifts it to his ear.

  “We’re going to be a few minutes,” he announce into the device.

  I guess that’s a good way to let the staff know that dinner will be served at its usual time without exposing anything that’s occurring between his wife and me.

  Opening my mouth, I gradually lower back down to lick Maggie’s clit, but my eyes stay glued to Henry as he cautiously sets his phone down and sits on the edge of the bed. Three of my fingers slide in and out of Maggie, bringing her closer to orgasm. She reaches up for Henry, desperate to touch him. Henry sweetly obliges, reaching out to her as well, lowering his lips to her as his hand slides down Maggie’s arm and cups her breast. Their attention stays on each other as I manipulate Maggie’s vagina, pushing her closer until she finally clim
axes all over my fingers.

  As I finish lapping up her juice, Maggie kisses me deeply, tasting as much as she can. Then, she turns to Henry, letting him enjoy it as well. Maggie begins to undress Henry, starting with his shirt, while I wait for her cue. When Henry finishes shrugging out of his top, Maggie crawls over to me with a look I know too well. Her mouth springs to mine and our hands caress each other. She takes off my bra and then devours each of my breasts, sucking them. My mind drifts to Joe’s mouth instead of Maggie’s and moisture drips more from my sex.

  Maggie makes her way down my belly, slowly tugging off my panties. My body temporarily panics when I realize that I’m completely naked in front of Henry and notice that he’s only wearing underwear.

  “It’s okay,” Maggie soothes, lowering her mouth to my folds.

  My head drops to the bed when she slips in a few fingers, stimulating me in all the right places. Her tongue tornadoes along my nub and the only thing I can think of to make this easier is imagining Joe between my legs. When the bed shifts, my attention is brought back to the present. I find myself oddly aroused while I watch a naked Henry fondle Maggie’s lower back and ass with his hands before his head dips behind her hips out of my view. The moan vibrating into my sex from Maggie confirms that Henry is tasting her while she pleasures me.

  Soon, my mind and body relax, allowing me to enjoy the sensations.

  “Make her cum,” Henry directs.

  I almost laugh hearing his words.

  “Make her cum and then you can cum,” he encourages.

  Maggie groans in protest, probably because Henry has temporarily stopped doing something she was really enjoying.

  Picking up the pace, Maggie’s fingers pulse inside me more intently. As the release stirs inside me, my left hand grips in her hair as my pelvis rocks over her face. The feeling of being filled more occurs, causing the orgasm to shatter into my body. As my convulsions subside, I hear Maggie announce her climax as well.

  Maggie folds her body on top of me before my spasms finish, thrusting her sex over mine. We fervently kiss as she rocks her hips, causing our clitorises to rub against each other. Henry watches in amazement as she and I make each other orgasm again.

  Giving me a chance to catch my breath, Maggie curls onto Henry’s lap, positioning him inside her. I watch the two of them for several minutes, finding myself yearning to feel Joe inside me.

  I get the courage to straddle Henry’s legs, placing myself behind Maggie with my chest to her back. Maggie bounces her mouth back and forth to mine and Henry’s as she slides up and down his shaft. My hands explore her body, clasping onto her nipples and even lowering to play with her nub while one of her hands holds onto Henry’s shoulder as the other holds me tight against her.

  Maggie suddenly peels herself off of Henry, leaving Henry and me on the bed staring blankly at each other. “Don’t move, you two,” she instructs.

  Henry and I don’t move a muscle. We barely take a breath for air.

  Now this is weird.

  What feels like minutes, Maggie finally comes back with a toy her hand. She guides me to the side of her once she’s back on Henry and places the toy inside of me. To not freak out at the closer proximity I am to Henry, my hands cup her face and my mouth consumes hers. Maggie’s hand holds steady, keeping the dildo inside of me as my hips rock down and she resumes riding Henry.

  At some point, I feel a larger, warmer hand wrapped around my waist, but I don’t flinch — especially when Henry’s face is a few inches from mine. My left hand drifts down, playing with myself as I get closer to orgasm. As soon as my release arrives, Maggie and Henry are not far behind.

  I discretely move away, allowing them to have a moment. As I’m drying off the dildo with a towel in the bathroom, Maggie startles me. She kindly brings me my clothes and tells me that she and Henry are heading down to the kitchen and we’ll have dinner when I come down to join them.

  “We good?” Maggie inspects.

  “We’re good,” I assure.

  “Thank you,” she says, kissing me on the cheek.

  She’s out the door before I get the chance to reply.

  A smile adorns my face the whole way down to the kitchen and all the way out onto the patio, where Arnold informs me dinner is taking place. My expression quickly changes when I see another person joining Maggie and Henry at the table — Joe.

  Joe and I greet each other and I watch him and Henry carefully to see if anything was said before I came down. I don’t notice anything, but it still feels just as embarrassing as if something had been divulged.

  I sit in awkward silence as Maggie and Henry strike up conversations. Joe chimes in from time to time, but I’m ultimately mute for the entire meal.

  Joe offers to take me home and I forced to accept after Maggie points out that there’s no need to call a cab since we’re both going to practically the same location. Joe, Sadie and I sit in his car in silence the majority of the ride home.

  “You okay,” Joe checks as we approach Pasadena.

  “Mmm hmm,” I confirm.

  “They didn’t say anything, by the way,” he chuckles.

  My eyes widen and shoot to him.

  “They didn’t have to,” he expresses.

  My gaze turns toward the road in front of us.

  “I could tell,” he begins. “The smell of you and by how you’ve been acting.” He lifts our joined hands and kisses the back of my knuckles.

  Neither of us say anything as we get back to town and make our way up to my apartment.

  Once I get the door open, Joe’s mouth seizes mine. “God, I want you,” he sinfully admits.

  “Fuck me,” I decree.

  Joe bites his lip before replying, “Gladly.”

  His mouth takes mine and we dance together as one while our hands fumble with our own clothing and each other’s. When we reach the bed, we’re naked and Joe has a condom on. He climbs on top of me, but then rolls, placing me on top.

  “No,” I state, struggling to get back under him.

  My body needs him to plow into the depths of me.

  Without question, Joe rotates our bodies and slides all the way inside.

  “Yes,” I confirm my desires.

  Joe lifts his body up to a kneeling position while my back stays on the bed. With a wicked grin, he takes hold of my hips and starts pumping inside of me. My eyes roll back, my hands grip tight on the edge of the mattress as my back arches, rejoicing in the sensation.

  Suddenly Joe stops and I’m compelled to look at him. “What the hell?” I shout.

  “Where’s B.O.B.?”

  “Why?”

  Joe confirms his thoughts with a look in his eye.

  “Down there.” I point to the nightstand closest to him.

  A grunt releases from my throat when Joe’s penis leaves my body.

  Joe moves fast, grabbing B.O.B. and then hands him to me. My eyes flutter when Joe enters me again and it takes me a moment to activate B.O.B.. Steadying B.O.B. over my nub, I have a hard time keeping him in place as Joe slams into my body, wanting to enjoy the deep penetration. Joe stops thrusting each time my hand moves away from my sex, forcing me to focus.

  Suddenly, an orgasm explodes inside of me, followed by another one as Joe continues to push inside while B.O.B. rests to the side.

  Joe lowers himself down, pressing his chest into mine. His mouth explores my neck as his steady paced thrusts never falter from when he was kneeling.

  “Make me cum,” I pant. I shift my waist slightly, causing my request to be met rather abruptly. “God . . . Joooooooe,” my voice hoarsely moans.

  “Emma,” Joe grunts into my ear, cumming simultaneously.

  We lay memorized by the moment, taking it all in.

  Suddenly, I become embarrassed and try to hide my face.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Joe asks, turning my cheek for me to look at him.

  “Nothing,” I lie.

  “I think it’s hot,” he professes.

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sp; “What?”

  “That you and Maggie got caught by Henry,” he explains.

  I burry my face again.

  “How many times did she make you cum?” he inquires.

  “Three,” I admit, unable to look at him.

  “And, Henry?”

  My head snaps in his direction. “Eww, no!”

  “Oh, sorry,” he bashfully apologies. “I didn’t know how it was with the three of you.”

  “There is no three of us,” I inform. “That was the first time.”

  “So Henry just watched?”

  “Kind of . . . mostly,” I answer. “He and Maggie went at it.”

  “And, you watched them?”

  “Not really, um . . .” I blush.

  “Tell me what happened,” he eagerly requests. “Please.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m curious,” he admits.

  “Haven’t you had three-ways?” I question.

  “No,” he bashfully admits.

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes, seriously.”

  “I can’t believe that you haven’t had multiple women throw themselves at you,” I comment in disbelief.

  “I have. I just never took them up on their offer,” he explains.

  “Why not?” I peruse.

  “I’m picky, and I have to be careful because of who I am,” he says.

  “Why . . .” I start, then my brain registers his comment. “Oh.”

  “I’ve seen enough people use and be used in even our social circles as well as many consequences for both parties involved.”

  “Makes sense,” I reply.

  “Please . . . tell me,” he requests again.

  I nervously recount the details of our little threesome.

  “Would you next time?” he searches.

  “What?”

  “Interact with Henry?”

  “No! No,” I confirm. “Maggie and I have shared a guy in the past, but never one of her boyfriends. And, I most certainly won’t fuck her husband. She knows that.”

  “How many have you had?” he inquires.

  “Threesomes?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t know,” I honestly admit. “A few.”

  With a smile, Joe asks, “When was your last one, before tonight, with Maggie and Henry?”