She knew everything about me.
I didn’t even realize her hand was on my thigh, sliding upward, until she spoke. “Do you remember how you made me feel better whenever I was sad?”
“Yes,” I moaned when her hand disappeared under the tank.
I wasn’t wearing panties, so there was no barrier between her fingers and my pussy. Coby found my hole right away, pushing two fingers inside while she reminded me of sweeter, sinful times.
“You were so good to me,” she cooed as she played in my pussy. “No one had ever made me come as hard as you did. After we stopped messing around, I’d touched myself at night. I’d stare at the door while my fingers were stuffed in my pussy—just like they’re stuffed in yours now. I’d wait for the door to open, for you to come inside and finish the job.” Our gazes met, and I saw all the hurt she’d hidden from me before in her eyes. “But you never did.”
“I know,” I confessed with a gasp when the heel of her palm brushed my clit. “There were nights…when I wasn’t strong enough…to stay away. Oh, fuck, Coby. Just like that. Please.” Coby shifted to lie on her side next to me so she could watch her fingers disappear in and out of my pussy. “I’d stand outside your door…listening to you say my name…when you came. I knew if I came inside, I’d touch you.”
Coby leaned over, and I met her halfway for a kiss so hot, I thought I’d melt into the bed. Ocean’s bed…where we waited for him to find us when he returned. What would happen if he did? Would he be upset? Would he watch us? Join us?
“Do you want to touch me now?” Coby asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Please”
Coby broke the kiss, slipping her fingers out of me as she sat up to tear Ocean’s t-shirt off her body.
She wasn’t wearing panties either.
It was as if we both knew this would happen.
I let my thighs fall open, but Coby surprised me when she lay back down and motioned me on top. “I want to taste you first.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
Sitting up, I removed Ocean’s tank from around my waist and threw my leg over Coby’s shoulder, straddling her face in a crouch and lowering my pussy onto her waiting tongue.
The first swipe had me digging my fingers into my thick thighs as I threw my head back and groaned. I was already so close. My arousal was a fountain at this point, making a mess of Coby’s lips and chin as I rocked my hips. The only other person I ever felt this insatiable with was Ocean.
I looked over my shoulder where the armchair sat in the corner. I pictured him sprawled in it, stoically watching his angel devour my wicked little pussy. The only sign that he enjoyed being cuckolded would be the hand stroking his dick while he waited for his turn.
“Oh, my God, bestie,” I cried as my hips kicked into overdrive.
Coby hummed as she lashed my clit, and then her hands found my ass, spreading the heavy globes apart and opening me up for her tongue to travel through my folds. The moment her tongue circled my opening, I knew I was going to come. Coby must have known it, too, because she promptly returned to my clit, and that was all she fucking wrote.
I was done for.
My legs shook as I threw my head back and released in her mouth. Coby, like the deceptively innocent little freak she was, greedily slurped it all up. I was too spent to trust that I could stay upright, so I collapsed on the bed next to her to catch my breath.
Coby had other plans.
My pussy was still a throbbing wet mess when Coby nudged my thighs apart and climbed between them. I cracked my eyes open in time to see her straddling me sideways, lowering all that glistening pink…
“Shit, Coby,” I cried when I felt our pussies kiss. My clit gave an excited twitch that Coby no doubt felt since ours were lined up perfectly to stimulate one another.
“It can always be like this,” she moaned as she began to rock her hips while holding onto my raised thigh. I could feel the wet friction of her pussy massaging mine as she rode me. Used me. “If you stayed…we could spend the day playing together while Ocean was away. And when he came home, he’d use us again. We would be safe, loved, and free to love. We would never want for anything. Our kids would even be siblings. We could be together. Happy. Never having to part or be too busy with our separate families to see each other as much as we used to. We’d be a family. It would be all of us against the world. We could sleep in the same bed and wake up together every morning. All you have to do is say yes. Say yes, and we’re yours. Forever.”
I saw the picture Coby painted clear as day in my mind as I held onto her hip and fucked her pussy from below.
Ocean would forbid us from playing without him because he was cruel and jealous. Coby and I would break the rules anyway to make him hurry home to punish us. I imagined him coming in after a long day and taking one of us before he went to sleep, and using the other in the morning before he left for work. I imagined how much more merry the holidays would be with three, never feeling alone or unloved with Ocean and Coby always around. I pictured Coby and my kids growing up together as real siblings and not just pretend. I’d never have to worry about her moving away because her husband got a new job on the other side of the country.
In my fantasy, we both wore Ocean’s ring, and it meant something.
But in reality, only Coby did.
I’d like to say it didn’t matter to me, but it did—because no matter what they promised, Ocean and Coby would always have a higher claim on each other than I ever could. I’d just be the mistress times two.
