“Then take it like the obedient wife you are.”
Lara sobbed, and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because her wife took her to that place in front of another woman? If it were going to happen in front of anyone, it would be Grace, their tight-lipped mistress who couldn’t judge them even if she wanted.Besides, she’s seen me fuck her and call her a slut, too. Nothing was sacred in front of the mistress, not even words like that.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lara finally said. “I’m a bigger whore than the one here paid for it.”
“Damn straight you are.” Kennedy pulled out and slammed into her again, opening her up, but barely enough. Luckily, Lara was so aroused that she was wet enough to take whatever Kennedy gave her now. “This woman may be a professional, but you married me. You know what that means.”
I married you, so I’m the biggest whore of all. They said they went halfsies, but Kennedy had the biggest advantage. She paid for so much. She gave her wife countless new opportunities by going into business with her. She gave her credibility with a new last name. No matter how Lara spun it, she would always be Kennedy’s biggest whore.
She nearly pulled her own hair out of her scalp from how hot the realization made her.
“Now shut up and take what you deserve.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She was trapped between her harsh touch and the soft woman in front of her. Grace could only watch in fascination as this dynamic unfolded before her. What was she thinking? That these two were certifiably crazy? We are. Everyone knows it. That they were the best time she ever had? That she would bepaying for a new designer dress with the bonus they would give her… to keep quiet about how Kennedy Anderssen made her ball-busting wife Lara admit she was the biggest whore?
Who cared?
Lara buried her face in Grace, moaning into the welcoming folds of this professional woman as Kennedy took her deep and raw from behind. Pulsations spread through Lara’s abdomen. Her wife’s fingers curved in her entrance, threatening to stretch her to limits lovers normally didn’t push. The mistress writhed beneath her mouth, orgasming from the intensity.
When Lara came, she slammed her hips back against Kennedy, burying those fingers so deep that she had no chance to escape her climax and what it did to her.
She wanted Kennedy’s hands to pin her down. She wanted release to pass between the three of them, be it mental, physical, or thrice-damned spiritual.
“Please, use me,” she mumbled into Grace’s pussy. Yet she knew her spouse wouldn’t.
Sure enough, Kennedy shoved Lara aside and climbed on top of Grace, rutting against her while devouring her mouth, the two of them hitting a rhythm that soon had them both locked together in the kind of clothes-wrinkling, skin-heating embrace that made the one on top buck and the one on the bottom screech in frivolity.
When Grace’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, that was it. Lara sank to the floor.
Crumpled.
“My two girls,” Kennedy mused, admiring what she had done to them. “I’m the luckiest fiend in the world.”
Lara braced herself against the bed, her finger circling her clit as she shuddered in the orgasm she couldn’t have with her wife inside her. Kennedy watched her, wordlessly, as she let looseeverything inside her all over the mistress’s bedroom. Might as well get her money’s worth.
“And that’s why you’re my favorite, baby.” Kennedy knelt next to her, stroking her sweaty forehead and patting her back. “Nobody but you knows how to appreciate what I offer.”
She looked her in the eye. Although worn out, her pussy too sore to deal with anything else right now, Lara still managed to say, “Your favorite, huh? Do I want to know who your lessers are?” Against her wishes, she thought of Chloe, the young bitch who probably got off on calling herself Kennedy’s wench, too.
At least I’m her favorite.
Kennedy didn’t answer her. She probably thought Lara was having post-sex rambles that didn’t always make sense.
They spent the night with Grace, opting to drive back home in the morning. The girl’s bed was big enough for the three of them. Yet even after Lara washed up and curled into her spouse’s arms, she couldn’t stop fighting the paranoia creeping up on her. The one that told her she was the best, but she wasn’t the only one who kept her partner’s fancy.
Go away… That’s what she told these invasive thoughts. She had no evidence. She only had her paranoia and the feelings that made her so toxic that she couldn’t even enjoy the way they made love anymore. Not after the sordid fact.
She held onto Kennedy and hoped she would find a way to soothe her soon. Before it was too late for their marriage.
Chapter 5
“What Do You Have There?”
For once, Lara was not lying on her office floor, with or without a drink.Hey, I don’t always drink down here.Sometimes, she asked Chloe to bring her tea or coffee. Most of the time, it was tea or coffee. The alcohol only happened when she started thinking darker thoughts, usually brought on because she didn’t have enough work to do.
That Thursday, however, she didn’t end up on the floor at all. Instead, she had Chloe bring her coffee straight to the desk, where the computer showed spreadsheets galore.
