6. Twin Sister's Wife Wants a Baby

As always, thank you to all the comments, feedback, and constructive criticism. I wouldn't keep writing if no one was saying anything. This is the real start to their weekend together and things escalate for our friends in surprising ways. Our first valid use of the incest tag occurs.

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Jules and Sam had maybe a sixty second head start on us, but they had made the most of that time. Candles had been lit on the mantle and kitchen pass through. A playlist that had been carefully curated by Sam played low and pulsing in the background, more atmosphere than song.

Jules lounged on the sofa, wearing nothing but her garter belt and sheer stockings--her legs crossed teasingly, a slow, lazy smile playing on her lips. Her hair tumbled in soft waves, and the subtle flush on her cheeks told me the drinks had been working their magic.

Sam sat next to her wife, dress unzipped and hanging loose at the sides, the fabric slipping off one shoulder just enough to expose smooth skin and hint at the matching lingerie beneath. Her legs up and across Jules's lap.

They looked up from the kiss they were sharing as we closed the door behind us.

"You're late," Sam teased as she stood up. "We were just getting warmed up."

Eva smiled, "I'm not sure if I could be any more warmed up after that drive."

I heard the clink of glass as Sam picked up a wine glass and offered it to Eva. "First for you, since you've been driving all night."

"And for you..." Sam said, looking at me, a small packet in her hand. "You may need the extra help this weekend."

I opened the little envelope to find two little blue pills. "Do I want to know how..."

"Nope," Sam said with a grin. "Now we can really start." The room hummed with anticipation.

Jules rose from the couch to stand with the three of us, holding Sam's hand on one side and mine on the other. Eva stepped up to complete the square, wordlessly.

She glanced at her fingers interlaced with Sam's then looked up at me with her eyes filled with a heat that had only been aimed at me until now.

I felt a sudden rush-- the air between us crackled like a storm about to break. The night was young. And now, we were ready. The low hum of soft music filled the room, but underneath it, the unspoken truth buzzed louder than anything else.

We were here to do more than drink or flirt. Mostly, there was still the whole baby thing with Jules and I, but the others? No illusions about what might happen.

Jules caught my eye and gave a slow, sly smile that promised she was ready. "I think we all knew what this weekend might become," she said. "But I don't think any of us were prepared to want it this much."

There was no awkwardness, no maneuvering around implications. No nervous laughter and quick wits to hide behind. Just four people, warm from drinks and something deeper, staring at the place where the lines used to be.

"Do we need to talk more?" Sam asked softly. "Or is it time to do something?"

I looked at Eva, her gaze steady, her lips parted slightly. She nodded once and let go of my hand. And that was it, no more permission needed.

Before the moment could stretch too long, Jules turned and kissed Sam fiercely, squeezing my hand as she did.

"Will and I are going to our room," she said, a playful smile on her lips as she gently tugged me towards the master suite..

"Have fun," Sam added, glancing over her shoulder with a wink that held a thousand meanings as she turned to face Eva, her fingers already brushing my fiancés cheek.

The master suite was a sanctuary of dim light, a single lamp casting a warm glow over the plush bed, the shadows softening the edges of everything. Jules closed the door behind us, the click loud in the quiet, and turned to me, her eyes dark and teasing. The stockings and garter belt hugged her curves, her bare skin a contrast that made my mouth dry. The wine and the practice run had stripped away any caution, leaving only heat and want. She stepped closer, her fingers grazing my tie, sliding it free with a slow, deliberate tug.

"You're overdressed, Will," she murmured, her voice low, a sultry challenge that sent a shiver down my spine.

I chuckled, my voice rough with desire. "And you're a damn vision, Jules. Making it really hard to think straight." My hands found her hips, the silk of her stockings smooth under my fingers, the lace of the garter belt a tantalizing edge against her warm skin.

She tilted her head, her breath hot against my jaw, her perfume--floral, sharp, laced with wine--pulling me under. "Good," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "I don't want you thinking. I want you feeling."

Her hands slid up my chest, teasing open the buttons of my shirt, each movement slow, deliberate, like she was unwrapping something she'd been craving. "You've been staring all night," she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Like what you see?"

I leaned in, my lips grazing her jaw, my voice a low growl. "You know I do. You're trouble, and I'm already hooked."

Our lips met, a slow, teasing brush that deepened into a ravenous kiss, wine-soaked and unrestrained. My shirt hit the floor, forgotten, as I pulled her closer, her body a perfect blend of soft and firm, pressing against me. The practice run had been cautious, but this was fire--raw, unscripted, consuming. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to draw a groan from me, and I traced the curve of her spine, my thumbs grazing the garter's straps, the lace rough against her smooth skin.

"Dangerous," I murmured against her lips, and she laughed, a sultry sound that vibrated through me.

"Just wait, Will. I'm sure we will find plenty of danger this weekend."

We stumbled toward the bed, my belt hanging open, her stockings whispering against my slacks as she pushed me down, straddling me with a confidence that set me ablaze. My hands roamed her thighs, the silk and lace driving me wild, and she leaned down, her lips hovering over mine, her breath hot and teasing. "You're holding back," she purred, her nails grazing my chest, drawing a sharp breath from me. "Don't. I want all of you."

I pulled her closer, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, the pulse racing beneath it. "Careful what you ask for, Jules," I growled, my hands sliding higher, the garter's straps snapping lightly under my touch.

She melted into me, her voice a soft moan. "Oh, I'm asking, Will. Give it to me."

We were lost in it, my lips on her collarbone, her fingers deftly working to remove my pants, the bed creaking softly beneath us, when the door burst open. Sam stormed in, her voice bright and oblivious. "Just grabbing the toy box--" She froze, her eyes widening as they drank us in--me, shirtless, slacks halfway to my knees, pinned beneath Jules, her stockings stark against her flushed skin, her body pressed to mine.

"Well, fuck, you two," she purred, her grin slow and wicked as she leaned against the doorframe. "You're putting on one hell of a show." My face burned, but the heat in her gaze--hungry, appreciative--sent a thrill through me, raw and electric. Jules laughed, low and sultry, tossing a pillow at Sam without breaking her rhythm against me. "Like the view, Sam?" she teased, her voice dripping with confidence, her hand fishing my hard-on through the front of my boxers.

I managed a shaky chuckle, caught between embarrassment and the pulse of being seen. "Careful, Sam," I said, my voice rough, a grin tugging at my lips. "You're gonna make me blush."

Sam's eyes raked over me, lingering, her grin sharpening. "Blush? Bro, you're way past that. Damn near tempting me to stay and watch this."

Jules smirked, shifting against me, her thigh brushing mine deliberately. "Get out or join in, hotshot," she drawled, her tone a playful dare, and Sam's laugh was rich, throaty, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Don't tempt me, Jules," she shot back, before kneeling beside the bed. She snatched the toy box from underneath and sauntered out, leaving the door open, but not before one last look at us on the bed.

Jules's eyes met mine, her smile wicked, her breath still quick from our rhythm. "She's so jealous," she whispered, her lips brushing my jaw, her voice a velvet taunt as her fingers trailed lower, reigniting the fire Sam's interruption had only stoked. "Think we should give her more to talk about?" Her tone was playful, but her touch was searing, her nails grazing my skin, sending shivers through me.

I flipped her onto her back, her laugh melting into a gasp as I kissed down her throat, my lips lingering where her pulse raced. "Oh, we're just getting started," I murmured, my voice low, my hands sliding along the silky stockings, frictionless under my palms. "You're killing me, Jules."

She arched beneath me, her eyes half-lidded, her voice a soft, sultry challenge. "Good. I want you to give it all to me, Will. Completely mine tonight." My lips found the curve of her shoulder, tasting the heat of her, and she pulled me closer, her fingers digging into my back, urging me on. "Don't hold back now," she breathed, her words a spark to the flame, and I didn't. The wine blurred the edges, the room shrinking to just us--her scent, her touch, the way her stockings caught the light as we moved together, the bed creaking in time with our rhythm. Sam's grin lingered in my mind, her teasing words a faint echo, but Jules's heat, her whispered demands, drowned it all out.

We fell into each other, every touch bolder, every kiss deeper. I had lost the rest of my clothes. I lay above her, poised with my erection right above her entrance. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers as she hooked her heels in my thighs and pulled our bodies together. Her moan, low and throaty, spilled from her lips as I entered in one steady thrust. Loud enough to surely be heard through the now open door.

"God, Will," Jules breathed against my lips, her voice a sultry mix of challenge and surrender, her nails grazing the back of my neck. "You feel so good." Her hips arched to meet mine, the silk of her stockings brushing my skin, sending a shiver through me.

I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, "You are amazing, Jules," I murmured, my voice rough, thick with desire as I moved with her, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of her.

Her laugh was soft, wicked, vibrating against my chest. "That's the idea," she purred, her heels pressing harder into my thighs, urging me deeper. "I want you lost in me."

The rhythm built, our bodies finding a primal sync, the bed creaking softly beneath us. From the living room, through the cracked door, I caught the faint sound of Eva's moan--sharp, unrestrained, followed by Sam's low, throaty laugh, a sound that sent a jolt through me. Jules's eyes flicked toward the door, a mischievous glint sparking in them. "Hear that?" she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a velvet taunt. "Sounds like they're keeping up."

I chuckled, my breath ragged, my lips trailing down her jaw, tasting the salt of her skin. "They've got nothing on us," I growled, my hand sliding along her side, fingers tracing the edge of her areola as I thrust deeper, drawing another moan from her, louder this time, a challenge thrown to the sounds beyond the door.

Her hands were braced on my shoulders, her nails leaving the faintest pressure, enough to spark my nerves to life. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, even as her breath began to stutter.

"You good?" I asked quietly, brushing my thumbs over her swollen nipples.

She gave a breathless laugh. "Good? You're lucky I can still form complete sentences."

I grinned, "That's the goal."

"You're doing fine," she said, rolling her hips a little harder. "Actually - scratch that. You're doing excellent."

I let my head drop down to kiss her again, the intensity of our kiss rising with our hips accelerating their pace. Her tongue dueled with mine as I fought to hold back three days of delayed gratification.

Another soft moan echoed from the master bedroom. Louder this time, probably Sam this time. Jules pulled back, eyes flashing, "Okay, that's hot."

"You're damn sure not wrong," I said, pausing fully immersed in her.

She leaned up, finger brushing my chest, lips at my ear. "I like the idea of her hearing me like that."

"You planning to get competitive?"

"Do you forget the text messages? Who do you think pushed that? I'm planning to get louder."

That earned a chuckle out of me,. "We can do that."

Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my face closer, her lips hovering near mine. "Prove it, Will," she teased, her voice a sultry dare, her hips rocking to meet mine, setting a pace that made my head spin. "Make me scream louder than them." The heat in her words, the fire in her touch, drove me harder, my lips finding the curve of her neck, kissing and nipping as she arched beneath me, her moans growing sharper, mingling with the distant sounds of Eva's gasps and Sam's murmured encouragements. The contrast--the heat of Jules beneath me, the echo of Sam and Eva's pleasure--sent a wild, electric current through me, blurring the lines between us all.

"More!" she rasped out, moving one hand behind my neck and the other to pull and tease at her nipples.

I shifted, propping myself on one elbow, my free hand sliding down to where the garter belt framed her hips, my thumb brushing her clit as I moved with her, deeper, steadier.

The sounds from Sam and Eva grew louder--Eva's moans now punctuated by Sam's teasing, "Oh, you like that, don't you?"--their voices weaving into the haze of our own rhythm. Jules's hand slid down my chest, her touch bold, urging me on. "They're trying to outdo us," she whimpered, her voice thick with heat, her lips brushing mine in a teasing kiss.

"Can't let them win, can we?" I growled, flipping her so she was on top, her stockings catching the light as she straddled me, her hands braced on my chest.

"Not a chance," I said, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her as she moved, her

moans growing louder, a direct challenge to the sounds filtering through the door.

"Fuck, Jules, you really are going to kill me."

She leaned down, her hair falling around us like a curtain, her lips hovering over mine. "Then you'll die happy," she purred, her movements slow, deliberate, drawing a groan from me that matched the crescendo of Eva's cry from the other room.

We pushed each other further, every touch a spark, every kiss a flame, until the world narrowed to just us--her scent, her heat, the way her stockings slid against me. Her moans grew sharper, unrestrained, and I matched them, my hands roaming her curves, the bed creaking louder now, competing with the sounds from the living room--Sam's low, sultry encouragement, Eva's breathless gasps. Jules's eyes met mine, a breathy moan playing on her lips as she leaned down, her voice a heated whisper. "Think they heard that one?"

I laughed, my voice hoarse, pulling her closer. "Oh, they heard it. But we're not done yet." Her moan as I thrust up into her was a triumph, loud and unapologetic, a sound that surely carried through the open door, blending with the symphony of Sam and Eva's pleasure.

When we finally slowed, breathless and tangled in the sheets, Jules collapsed against me, her skin flushed. I rolled us to our sides, keeping my barely deflated cock inside her. She propped herself on one elbow, her hair mussed, her smile lazy and satisfied. "Think we won that round?" she teased, her fingers tracing slow, sensual patterns on my chest, her voice still thick with desire.

I chuckled, my body still humming, the echo of Sam and Eva's moans--now softer, interspersed with laughter--drifting through the door. "i don't know what they think but I certainly feel like a winner." I said, my voice rough, my hand sliding along her thigh, lingering on the garter's lace. She leaned in, her lips brushing mine, soft but teasing. "Good. But I'm not done with you yet, Will." Her words were a spark, reigniting the heat between us, and I knew the night was far from over.

Jules rolled to her back and grabbed a pillow to shove under her hips. "Maximizing our chances," she laughed as three days worth of cum started to leak out of her.

We lay together, basking in our shared pleasure, as the sounds from the living room disappeared. Eventually Sam and Eva stumbled their way in, hair tousled, skin glowing, grins wider than the Grand Canyon.

"Sounded like a hell of a time in here," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. Eva laughed, her gaze meeting mine, bright with desire and confidence. The boundaries melted from there. Sam climbed onto the bed, her body laying over Jules almost exactly as I had been just moments before. They kissed as though they had forgotten we were in the room.

Eva's eyes were glued to the mess leaking down Jules's thighs before tearing her gaze back to me and my resurgent erection. Her eyes flashed and she clambered between my legs and looked me in the eyes as she dragged her tongue from my tip to my balls, looping around them and then coming back up. She slurped her way halfway down before retreating with a pop.

"Fuuuuuuck, you two taste good together," she said, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head. She proceeded to try to clean every molecule of our coupling from my shaft and balls, oblivious to my sister and her wife next to us.

I was in sensory overload between three beautiful naked women within arms reach, one of them doing their best to suck my soul right out through my cock while the other two made out like teenagers next to me. The fact that one of them was my sister wasn't important at that point, their obvious love and obsession for each other outshining anything else.

Jules reached a hand out to me as Sam kissed her, connecting us all in the moment. A tender touch in the midst of raw passion. "Still with us, Will?"

I chuckled, my voice rough, my body humming from Eva's attention. "Barely, Jules," I managed, my hand finding hers, our fingers lacing together, the connection tying us all in the heat of the moment.

Eva slid her body up mine, mirroring Sam to our right and kissed me as I wrapped my arms around her, tasting a musky sweetness on her lips. The thought sent a jolt through me which caused a twitch from my fully reinvigorated erection beneath her.

Eva felt it and pulled back, straddling my chest, her eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled. "Is that for me? Or someone else, mister?" Her voice was light, teasing, but laced with a heat that made my pulse race. The question drew Sam and Jules's attention, their kiss pausing as they turned to us, Sam's grin wicked, Jules's eyes sparkling with amusement.

Eva slid off me with a teasing smile, the pads of her fingers lingering along my skin until the very last moment. She didn't go far--just far enough to settle on the pillows at the head of the bed.

Sam shifted too, joining Eva at the pillows and curling against her side, her arm draped casually across her waist, fingers splayed possessively. Both of them faced us now--bare, flushed, relaxed but alert. Predatory. Electric.

"Let him focus," Sam murmured, kissing Eva's shoulder. "He's about to give us a show."

Eva tilted her head, her voice warm and eager. "We've been talking about this for weeks, remember?" she said, not to me but to Jules. "We want to see it. All of it."

That sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

Jules turned toward them, one hand on my chest, her lips curving into that knowing, unhurried smile. "Then I suppose we shouldn't keep them waiting."

When I agreed she didn't hesitate. Her thighs pressed against my sides as she straddled me, skin flushed, lips still parted from our kiss. She didn't rush things - just settled in slowly, her hands on my shoulders, her eyes on mine.

Then without a word, she looked over her shoulder - to Eva and Sam. And she smiled.

Not smug or commanding. Just warm. Confident. Like she was really enjoying being watched.

And I realized that I was liking it too.

Jules rolled her hips forward, guiding me back inside her, both of us sighing at the same time. That first connection hit differently now. Deeper. Slower. Her body took all of me in one long, smooth movement, then stilled. Her eyes fluttered closed for half a second, tipping her head back.

When she started moving again, it was slow, circular, intentional. She was not giving in to the frantic urges that were calling to us both.

I kept my hands on her thighs, grounding her, letting her do whatever she wanted. She was in no hurry. Her hips moved like waves, slow and rhythmic, grinding down to take me as deep as she could with each pass.

She ran her fingers through her hair, lifting it away from her neck before letting it fall again, then arched her back just slightly. She was showing off - for me, for them, for herself, it didn't matter who.

I didn't say a word. I couldn't. All I could do was hold her and feel every roll of her hips, every pulse of her heat around me as she rode the edge between sensuality and release.

From across the room I heard Sam's breath catch. Jules' eyes opened and found hers. That smile came back.

Jules started circling her clitoris, her other hand sliding up to her chest, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. Teasing the three of us as much as herself.

"I forgot how much I like an audience," she murmured, still keeping eye contact with Sam.

My cock twitched inside her. I groaned. I couldn't help it.

Eva spoke, her voice low and heated, "She's doing that on purpose."

Sam breathlessly replied, "Yes. And it's working."

Jules leaned forward and planted her palms on my chest again, changing the angle, grinding down even harder.

"Fuck, Jules," I swore under my breath, gripping her hips without pulling - just holding her there as she rode me. Every time her hips came down, it felt like she was carving her pleasure into her tunnel with my dick.

It stopped being a performance and became real. Her moans deepened, less pretty now and more raw. Honest. Her rhythm faltered for the first time as her release neared.

And behind her, Eva and Sam were watching intently. Close enough to feel it, but not touching yet..

The energy changed in the way she rolled her hips. Faster, more erratic, like her body was starting to unravel. Her head tilted back again, lips parting on a moan she couldn't quite push out.

I held her steady, hands firmly on her waist, resisting the urge to thrust up into her. I wanted her to have this moment. She was putting on a genuine performance as her orgasm started to break her down.

I could feel her getting closer with every heartbeat, every twitch in her thighs, every time her hips bucked a little out of time with her thrusting. Until she hit the trigger.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered, almost to herself. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed and wild, then locked with mine for a heartbeat. Then she turned her head right past me, right at Sam. At Eva.

"Don't stop watching," she said, her voice thin and shaky. "But you can touch now."

She slammed her hips down hard once, twice, then on her next downstroke her legs gave out. Her whole body shook as the climax tore through her, "Watch me cum.... Cummiiiiing! Oh god! Sam, he's making me cum again!" She cried out before her moans became unintelligible. A flood of her cum poured out around me as her hips twitched of their own accord, the orgasm in control of her body now.

I cradled her in my arms as she collapsed forward. Dual gasps from the head of the bed drew my attention away from the purring beauty on my chest. Sam and Eva had their legs spread wide and arms crossed as they teased each other's pussy.

Eva's mouth hung open, eyes glassy and unfocused. Sam's expression was pure hunger watching us.

"You didn't cum," Jules murmured into my neck.

"Not yet, I didn't want to ruin your performance."

She giggled, flexing her internal muscles in pleasant ways. Then whispered, "Can I try something? Something I know Eva wants."

I glanced at Eva, who appeared nearly hypnotized by our coupling. "Anything," I nodded.

Jules lifted her head and beckoned Eva over with one finger, kissing my fiancé right above my eyes. Pulling back she whispered to Eva, "You told Will about how much you wanted to be involved?"

Eva panted out a quiet, "Yesss..."

"Then I'm going to stay right here, with him inside me, and you're going to scoot down there and I want you to make him cum inside me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, much less how quickly Eva moaned and moved out of my view behind Jules. Moments later I felt her tentatively draw her finger down the exposed portion of my cock. Her touch was feather light, and must have extended beyond to Jules as well based on the shiver I felt immediately after. Not being able to see was a special kind of torture. I felt Jules raise her hips a little until half of my cock was exposed to Eva's view.

"There's so much cum from both of you," Eva said with hushed awe before I felt her tongue swipe from my balls to Jules's entrance -- we both moaned almost in harmony.

Sam moaned as well, both hands in between her legs, watching the three of us from a side view. "Jules, you should turn around so you can see this. Fucking hell it's hot." She glanced at me, catching me watching her, and spread her legs a little wider.

Jules kissed me deeply as she raised her hips off of me. My tip was exposed to the air for less than a second before Eva swallowed it while Jules turned around. We had just a moment to smile at each other through her legs, but the joy in Eva's expression was unmistakable.

It was soon blocked from my view by Jules's amazing backside, but not before I watched Eva line up my shaft to enter her pussy again.

"Holy shit, Will, can you feel that? She's licking my clit and your cock at the same time." Jules's voice was shaky and she started to roll her hips in spite of herself. I could only groan in response.

Eva's only contribution to the conversation was slurping and smacking noises as she licked and sucked at every available part of our joining.

"Sam, baby, she's going to make me cum again. She's supposed to make him cum....." Jules sounded almost shocked. "Eva, you're amazing, oh fuck yes like that.... Fuuuuck." Jules looked over her shoulder at me, "It is a good thing you're marrying her or she'd make a hell of a lesbian. Goddamn.... Cum with me, Will, fill me up again."

I started thrusting my hips up into Jules, driving us both towards the finish line with an assist from Eva. Jules's hands grasped Eva's head, holding her lips and tongue on her clit.

In just moments we were startled out of our focus when Sam screeched out a climax of her own, slumping forward, landing with her face near mine. "Do it, cum in my wife, Will. Fuck her." Sam's breath was coming in short sharp bursts, her eyes wide, begging me to finish in Jules.

I had been so close already that it was just three more strokes before I roared out my own release, pumping rope after rope of cum up into her. My grunting and throbbing set off Jules's own climax, pushing Eva's head away as the sensations became too much.

We collapsed into our own spouses arms, two pairs of sweaty, sticky bodies that lingered in the afterglow of the night. Whispers and gentle kisses were the only sounds for long minutes.

I may have dozed off for a minute, we all could have for all I knew. Eva broke the peaceful silence, sitting up, unashamedly naked and looked at Sam and Jules.

"Ladies, I need to steal my fiancé for a few minutes and borrow a shower. Reconvene in the living room?"

Sam had pulled a blanket over the two of them up to their necks but raised one arm with a thumbs-up. "Great idea. Take your time."

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The bathroom light was low, soft white spilling across the tile. Eva turned on the shower without a word, steam already beginning to curl through the room. Then she turned to me.

No teasing smile. No flirty one-liner.

Just Eva. My fiancé. Eyes a little glassy, lips parted, chest rising like she hadn't quite caught her breath yet. I reached for her, but she was already guiding me into the warm water like it was a ritual.

The moment the spray hit, I felt her body press against mine, full and slow. Her arms wrapped around my ribs, her head tucked against my shoulder, and for a long beat we just stood there, skin to skin, the water washing everything else away.

"I needed this," she whispered, not moving.

I kissed her hair. "The shower?"

"You," she said. "Just you. Right now."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and wrapped my arms tighter around her. She wasn't jealous. She wasn't anxious. But she needed to feel me again--us--solid and real beneath all the fantasy and build up of tonight.

The moment stretched, warm and quiet.

Then her hands started to move. Slow. Familiar. Not urgent. But not shy, either. Gentle caresses roaming across my body.

"I loved watching you," she said softly. "I thought I'd be... I don't know. Jealous maybe. But all I kept thinking was, 'That's mine.. That's my man doing that.'"

I smiled against her neck. "You helped, you know."

"Mmhmm. But now I want the part that's just mine."

Her hands slid down my back, over my hips, wrapping around with an easy confidence that said she knew every part of me. Because she did. And when she kissed me--there in the steam, our bodies pressed close, her lips soft and reverent--it wasn't about performance or proving anything.

It was about us. Reclaiming each other in the quiet after the storm.

Eva reached for the soap first. She didn't say anything as she lathered it in her palms, the soft lavender scent mixing with the steam. Her touch was gentle, unhurried, her hands smoothing over my chest in long strokes meant to clean -- but lingering just enough to remind me this was more than hygiene.

"I think we both need to come back down to earth," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the patter of the water.

I smiled, breathing her in. "I'll come back to wherever you are"

Her fingers worked in small, firm circles over my shoulders, down my arms, along the curve of my ribs. She was focused, like she wanted to tend to every part of me -- not just physically, but emotionally. Her touch said, I saw you. I was proud of you. But now I want you back.

I reached for the soap next and mirrored her movements, rubbing it between my hands and running the lather across her shoulders and collarbone. The slickness of her skin under my palms, the soft sigh she let out when I brushed beneath her breasts -- it all felt electric, but unspoken. A quiet craving simmering just beneath the surface.

Neither of us rushed.

I washed her like I'd done a hundred times before, but slower now. More thoughtful. I crouched and ran the soap down her thighs, over her calves, then back up along the curve of her hips. She rested her hands lightly on my shoulders for balance, her fingers squeezing gently as I placed a gentle kiss on her clit.

By the time she was rinsing me off, I was fully hard again -- not from urgency, but from connection. From her gaze locked on mine. From the intimacy of simply being cared for by someone who knew every version of me.

Her eyes flicked down, and then back up with a smile that was softer than playful but not innocent, either. She pressed her slick body to mine, sliding her arms around my neck.

"You're very clean now," she whispered, standing on her toes to kiss me. The kiss deepened quickly, not because we were trying to escalate, but because it had been building there--quietly, steadily, like heat under the surface of a pot.

Her hand slid between us again, fingers wrapping around me like it was second nature.

"We're not done," she said softly, guiding me back against the tile.

"No," I murmured, breath catching. "Not even close."

She lifted one leg around my waist and helped guide me into her with a sigh that melted into a soft moan. It was all familiarity and practice now. My hands gripped her thighs, pulling her close as we moved in slow, languid thrusts under the cascade of warm water.

The steam swirled around us. The soft sounds of her breath in my ear, her fingernails dragging lightly along my scalp, her lips brushing my neck -- all of it wrapped me in something deeper than lust.

This was grounding. Intimate. Us.

"I love you," she said between kisses. "So damn much."

"I know," I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. "Me too."

The rhythm stayed slow even as the tension built. No frenzy. No performance. Just the two of us reminding each other of who we were in the wake of everything we'd just shared with someone else.

She clenched around me, her body shivering through a quiet but powerful climax. I followed a few breaths later, pulsing inside her, holding her as tightly as I ever had, every muscle shaking with the release.

We stayed locked together under the water, her cheek resting against mine, the shower washing everything else away.

The water was cooling, but neither of us moved to turn it off. Eva leaned back against the tile now, arms loosely wrapped around her stomach, her eyes on me like she was searching for the right words. I stayed quiet, giving her space.

"I want to tell you what happened with Sam," she said finally, voice low and a little tentative. "You didn't get to see it."

"No," I said gently. "I didn't."

Her lips pressed together like she was bracing herself. "It was... intense. But not wild, not like I expected from Sam, not like what we all just did together. It was... quiet. Surprising. She kissed me first--soft. Slow. Like she wanted to see how I'd react before she took it further."

I didn't say anything, just nodded for her to go on.

"I expected it to feel showy, I guess. Like a checkmark. Something I was doing for the night, or for you. But the second her lips touched mine, everything else fell away. It was just her." She swallowed, then gave a small smile. "She kisses like you.

She has this confidence. This fire. But she was so tender with me. It made me melt."

That did something to me--not in a possessive way, not even in a jealous way. Just the raw clarity of her words, her vulnerability.

"And then?" I asked quietly.

"She asked me what I wanted," Eva said. "No pressure. Just... gave me space to answer. And I told her I wanted her mouth on me. So she did. And--" she exhaled slowly, her eyes fluttering shut for a second, "--it was like being unraveled in the best possible way."

My heart thudded at her honesty. My own body stirred, but I kept still, grounded in the moment.

"When I came," she whispered, eyes meeting mine again, "I was thinking about you."

That made me blink.

"I don't know why," she added, half-laughing through the confession. "Maybe it was the thrill of it. Or the way Sam made me feel safe. Or that she's your twin. But right when I let go, the image that flashed through my mind wasn't her. It was you. Your mouth. Your eyes. That look you give me when I fall apart for you."

I stepped closer, arms wrapping around her again, holding her wet and warm against me. "Jesus, Eva..."

"I wanted you to see it," she said softly. "I wanted to share it with you. Not because I needed your permission, but because it made me love you more. And that... surprised me."

My hand moved to cup her jaw, guiding her face up to mine. "You didn't need me there. But I'm so fucking glad you're telling me now."

Her breath hitched, eyes soft and glassy again.

"Was it weird I thought about you while she was doing it? She kisses like you down there too, different but similar."

I smiled. "No, that's not weird, that's love, baby. That's what it is. And maybe there's something genetic to oral skills."

I kissed her then--slow, reverent, claiming nothing but cherishing everything. And beneath the running water, I felt her melt into me again, all of her walls down.

"We're not who we were yesterday," she murmured.

"No," I said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "And we're not going back."

The water had turned cold enough to make us both shiver. Eva laughed softly as I reached behind her to shut it off, her body pressing close one last time beneath the spray.

"Time to face the chill," she whispered.

We stepped out together, steam rising from our skin in ghostly swirls. I grabbed a towel and immediately turned to her, not bothering with myself yet. She raised an eyebrow at me, amused, but didn't protest.

I started at her shoulders, pressing the warm terrycloth gently against her skin, blotting rather than rubbing. Her hair was damp and wild, clinging to her neck and collarbone. I worked my way down her arms, across her chest with slow care, watching her nipples pebble slightly from the cold--or maybe from my touch.

"You're being very thorough," she said, her voice low and teasing.

"I have standards," I murmured, dropping to one knee in front of her. I ran the towel gently over her stomach, then down between her legs, taking my time, not just to tease but to say, I see you, I still want you, I always will.

She sighed, threading her fingers into my wet hair.

When I stood, she took the towel from my hands and began drying me in return, just as lovingly. She was quiet about it, focused, as if this small act meant more now than it ever had before. She started at my shoulders, then down my chest and stomach, her eyes soft and steady on mine.

And when she knelt in front of me, mirroring my earlier motion, she didn't smile--she just looked up at me with that deep, unwavering gaze that said everything without a word.

"You're not just mine," she whispered. "But God, you still feel like mine."

I didn't respond. I just reached down, cupped her face, and helped her to her feet.

We finished drying off together, wordless, moving around each other in familiar choreography. Once dry we stood by the bathroom door for a moment, still barefoot, still damp in our hair and flushed from the warmth.

"You ready to go back out there?" I asked her.

She tilted her head, then smirked. "I'm curious what kind of glow Sam and Jules are wearing."

I chuckled. "We might be glowing just as much."

She reached for my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"Well," she said, opening the door, "let's go compare."

/////

Sam

We lay there, Jules with one leg thrown over mine and her hand gently stroking circles across my back -- slow, comforting. I had my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat and the faint sound of the shower running in the distance.

Jules hadn't said much since we curled up, and neither had I. It wasn't awkward. It was just... full. We were both soaking in everything we'd just experienced -- the lust, the laughter, the surprise of how natural it had all felt.

"You okay?" she finally whispered, her voice barely cutting through the quiet.

I nodded against her chest. "More than okay."

She kissed the top of my head, then ran her fingers through my hair, like she always did when she knew I was still processing something. Her touch was so instinctual, so soothing, it almost made me cry. Not because I was sad -- just because it was us.

"You were incredible," I said, her voice soft and proud. "The way you handled Will... then adding Eva."

She laughed under my breath. "She's fun. Wild. I like her like that."

Maybe that should have been enough. But something else was stirring beneath that -- something quieter, more unexpected. I hesitated, not wanting to ruin the moment, but it wouldn't leave me alone. And if there was one person I could say anything to, it was Jules.

"I need to tell you something," I said quietly.

Her body stilled a little, but her arms didn't loosen. "Okay."

I took a breath, then lifted my head so I could actually look at her. "It's about Will."

Jules didn't flinch. She just met my eyes, calm and steady. "Go on."

"I thought I'd just be... you know, kind of amused? Or maybe just turned on by watching. Watching you two together." I bit my lip. "But I wasn't just turned on. I was jealous."

Jules blinked, her eyebrows lifting, but still no judgment in her face. Just patience.

"I wanted to be you," I said. "Not instead of you. Just... for a minute. In that moment. With him."

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You wanted to know what it felt like?"

I nodded. "Yeah. And not just the sex -- although Jesus Christ, the way he touched you -- but the way he looked at you. How into it he was. How into you he was. I wasn't expecting that part to get to me."

She smiled gently, brushing her thumb over my cheek. "And it scares you? Because of what we will think?"

I nodded slowly, feeling her pull me closer, her voice a whisper against my skin. "You want your turn?"

The words hit like a warm shock. I closed my eyes and nodded. "Yeah. Just once. Just to know what that feels like. When it's him, when he's got that focus on me.."

She didn't hesitate. "Okay."

I opened my eyes, surprised. "Okay?"

She smiled. "Sam, baby, I know you. I know this isn't about replacing anything. It's about understanding something new. If you want Will, we'll figure it out. Together. We are in wholly unexplored territory here. And I doubt it would be as big a shock to them as you think.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and buried my face in her neck.

"I love you."

She squeezed me tighter. "Good. Because I'm already thinking about how to make it happen."

That made me laugh, full and unfiltered. Because of course she was already planning..

We emerged from the bedroom wrapped in each other and a shared sense of satisfaction, fingers entwined, hearts steadier than they had any right to be after everything that had just happened. The night was still young, and so were all the delicious possibilities ahead.

The living room was dim, quiet again--candles still flickering on the sideboard, the leftover haze of sweat and sex in the air like perfume. We sank back onto the oversized couch, curling up beside each other like magnets that had finally come to rest.

"So," Jules said, stretching her legs out across mine. "That went... even better than I imagined."

I laughed. "That's saying something. You were incredible, baby."

"You weren't bad either," she murmured, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "But I meant what I said, you know."

"I know," I said softly. "And I love you for it."

We let that hang between us--solid, unshaken. There was no weirdness. No jealousy. Just us, anchored together while everything swirled around in the storm of this crazy, charged night.

"What do you think they're doing in there?" she asked after a moment, nudging her chin toward the hallway.

"I think Eva needed a reset," I said honestly. "And Will... well. He's probably still recovering."

Jules grinned. "He did put in some serious work."

We both looked up as we heard the faint creak of the hallway door. Footsteps. Laughter. The hushed intimacy of a couple who'd just rinsed away a layer of something--sweat, confusion, inhibition--and were ready for what came next.

Will and Eva stepped back into the living room, hand in hand. Her eyes found mine immediately, and the soft smile she gave me made my chest bloom. Will looked relaxed again. Lighter. Like something had clicked back into place.

"Welcome back," I said, lifting a brow.

Eva smirked. "We needed to rinse off some sins."

Will gave a low chuckle. "Some of us needed longer than others."

Jules made a show of patting the seat beside her. "We were just wondering what the next game of the night might be."

"Oh?" Eva asked, moving to sit.

"Well," Jules said, her voice velvety smooth, "so far we've had pairs. But we're all still upright... mostly. Seems like a waste to call it a night now."

Eva curled into Will's side, legs tucked under her. She looked content, yes--but also curious. Charged. Open.

I gave her a wink.

"Oh, don't worry," I said. "I think we've all still got a few moves left to play."

/////

Will

The energy had shifted again. Softer, but no less electric. We'd all found our centers--Jules and Sam curled into one another like magnets, Eva pressed against my side with her damp curls still clinging to her neck, her bare feet tucked under her thighs.

No one was rushing. But no one was quite finished either.

"I was thinking," Jules said lazily, her voice low and warm like whiskey, "maybe Will deserves a little show. You know... while he catches his breath."

Eva perked up beside me, her eyebrows raised in amused curiosity.

"A show?" she echoed.

Jules turned her head, lips brushing Sam's ear as she whispered something that made Sam bite her bottom lip. Then Jules looked across at me and said, "You've done more than your share of the work so far, Will. Don't you think it's our turn?"

I laughed under my breath. "I'm not about to argue with that logic."

Eva turned her face toward me slowly, eyes searching. "Would you be okay with that?" she asked, voice tinged with something deeper--respect, caution, excitement.

"Baby," I said, brushing my fingers through her still-damp hair, "I might be too spent to join in right this second, but watching the three of you... that might just kill me in the best way."

Eva glanced at the other two women across from us, then turned back to me and whispered, "There's something else I've been thinking about..."

"Oh?"

She hesitated, then leaned up to my ear. "When Sam showed me her toy box earlier... I saw something. Something I've always kind of fantasized about. And I couldn't stop thinking about it."

My breath caught. "Tell me."

She pulled back, cheeks flushed, but her gaze never wavered. "I want to try... double penetration. One real. One... not. With you. And one of them."

My entire body tensed with a slow, burning throb.

"Jesus, Eva," I said hoarsely.

"I've never told anyone that," she added quickly. "But after tonight? I feel like I can. And I want it. Not just the act. The trust of it. With you."

I looked at her for a long beat, hand sliding to her thigh, grounding her.

"Then we'll make it happen," I said. "Not tonight if you're not ready. But when you are? You've got me."

Sam's voice broke the moment. "I don't know what you two are whispering about over there, but Jules and I are about ten seconds from starting without you."

Eva looked at me with a glint of mischief in her eye. "Well," she said, standing and stretching like a cat, "maybe we'll start with the first fantasy."

She crossed the room toward them slowly, hips swaying. And just like that, the night opened again--new shapes, new pleasures, new trust waiting to be explored.

Eva's hips swayed as she stepped away from me, her wet curls tumbling over one shoulder, bare legs catching the glow of the firelight. She crossed the room slowly, a single glance over her shoulder sending a jolt straight through what little control I had left.

She leaned in, brushing her lips across Jules's, then Sam's. The three of them kissed like they'd done it a hundred times, and maybe in their minds, they had. Even in the short time we'd opened this door, something had blossomed between them--something electric and feminine and absolutely hypnotic.

I leaned back into the chair, pulse pounding as I watched. Still recovering, still sore, still... rock hard again.

Eva settled into Jules's lap, her body pressing close as their mouths met again. Skin slid against skin--breasts pressing, thighs shifting, fingers exploring in long, familiar strokes. Eva's hips rolled instinctively as Jules reached down between her legs, cupping her with practiced ease, and Eva let out a whimper so full of need it made my whole chest tighten.

Next to them, Sam watched, pupils blown, lips parted. And then she moved--dropping to her knees beside the couch, her hands skating up Jules's thighs, parting them.

Jules let her. Eva did too, shifting higher so that she knelt above Jules's legs now, her mouth replacing Sam's as she began to kiss her, suck her breasts, tease. Jules's head fell back against the couch cushion, her body arching into it, hands in Eva's hair. Sam, not one to be sidelined, leaned in behind her, her mouth finding Jules's sex with a low moan that vibrated all the way to where I sat.

I watched, jaw slack, hand twitching at my side--not quite touching myself, but aware of every inch of my body. A different kind of pressure built now, slow and tight and hot.

They were a painting in motion. A fluid sculpture brought to life. Sam's hand skimmed over Jules's belly while Eva slid until her head moved between her thighs.

Jules's fingers gripped the couch hard, her other hand tangled in Sam's hair. And then, all three of them were kissing again, shifting and sliding, redistributing pleasure like it was oxygen.

They moved like they'd done this forever--like their bodies had been waiting for this moment to come together. Every kiss, every touch felt choreographed by something deeper than lust. Something intuitive. Eva was straddling Jules now, her arms draped over her shoulders, their mouths slow and greedy, pressed together in a rhythm that left no doubt how hungry they both were.

Then Sam ducked beside the couch and reappeared holding up a strap-on, her expression laced with playful challenge.

"What do you think, love?" she asked, eyes darting between the two women locked together. "Ever been taken by a woman like this?"

Eva paused--her lips still brushing Jules's--then turned to Sam. "No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to."

Eva looked from the strap-on to Sam... then over to me.

And the heat in her eyes wasn't uncertain. It was focused. Bold. That one sentence shifted everything in the room. Time slowed. My pulse surged.

Sam didn't say another word. She simply stood and stepped into the harness, adjusting the straps with efficient confidence, the bright pink of the silicone cock catching firelight. I watched every movement, every flex of her hips, mesmerized.

She knelt back on the couch behind Eva, her hands guiding Eva's thighs a little wider where she still sat astride Jules.

Jules leaned back slightly, giving Sam room, but didn't stop touching her--hands sliding up Eva's belly, over her breasts, as Eva leaned forward against her. Their mouths met again, softer now, deeper. A gasp slipped from Eva's lips as Sam lined herself up, her body flush with Eva's from behind.

Then a low, delicious moan as Sam pushed inside her.

Eva's fingers clenched against Jules's shoulders. Her head dropped to Jules's neck. Her whole body trembled.

I didn't even realize I was holding my breath.

Sam rocked her hips slowly, and I could see her smile as Eva melted between them. Jules kissed her jaw, murmuring something too soft to hear. The three of them were one moving shape--curved and pressed and slick with sweat and desire.

And then... Eva lifted her head and looked at me. Her lips parted.

"Will..."

My breath caught.

She blinked slowly, her voice husky. "Come here?"

Jules smiled, her fingers drifting down to where Sam was still buried inside Eva. "I think she wants everything she's ever fantasized about," she said softly.

I didn't move at first--too stunned. Then Eva's hand reached toward me, and that was all it took. I stood, body thrumming, every nerve alert, and crossed the space to her like gravity was pulling me in.

She looked up at me, breathless. "I want both of you... at the same time."

Sam met my gaze over her shoulder, eyes dark, mouth curling into a grin. "You heard the woman."

Jules shifted, helping Eva lift herself slightly as I knelt in front of her. The couch creaked beneath us all. The fire crackled.

I was about to live out Eva's deepest fantasy--inside her, while Sam filled her from behind--and I'd never seen her look more ready.

Eva was already trembling, stretched wide around Sam behind her, her body slack with pleasure, but her eyes burned with more--need, hunger, invitation. She reached for me again, fingers curled, breath shallow.

I stepped in close behind the couch, over Jules's shoulder, cupping her face as I leaned in to kiss her.

"I've thought about this," she whispered against my lips. "So many times. And now I just--" Her voice broke on a moan as Sam rolled her hips again, deeper. "Now I need it."

Jules held her from underneath, arms cradling her torso while Sam steadied the angle, moving in deliberate strokes, giving Eva time to adjust, to feel. I wrapped a hand around myself, already rock-hard, brushing the head of my cock along Eva's lips. She gasped at the contact.

"You sure?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

Eva locked eyes with me, the heat in them blistering. "Please, Will."

Sam looked up from behind her, one hand on Eva's hip, the other stroking her thigh. "She's ready. She's perfect."

I nodded once--heart pounding, breath shallow--and moved in closer. With Jules guiding gently, I eased the tip of my cock forward, feeling Eva's mouth surround me as I slowly pushed past her lips. Eva's eyes flew open, a choked cry escaping as her body adjusted to the new sensations. I paused, giving her a moment.

She gripped my forearms and nodded furiously, her voice broken. "Yes. Yes. Don't stop. More."

I pushed in deeper, inch by inch, until we were both fully inside her--Sam from behind, me from the front--her body clinging to both of us, sweat-slick and flushed and shaking with pleasure.

Eva made a sound I'd never heard from her before. Not a moan, not a cry--something deeper. Something wild.

Jules kissed her neck, whispering praises into her skin. Sam held still for a moment, letting Eva's hips adjust, then started to move, slow and steady.

I matched her from above.

Eva arched and writhed between us, her head popping off of my cock and lolling back on Jules's shoulder. "Oh god," she gasped. "Oh fuck, yes, Sam -- Will, more, hold my head--please don't stop--don't stop."

We didn't. We moved together, Sam and I, in perfect rhythm. I could feel her thrusts echo through Eva's body as she was pushed deeper onto my cock. We found ourselves thrusting in at the same time, my hands holding the sides of Eva's head, Sam's harness firm, all of us pulsing hot and alive. Each stroke sent a shudder through Eva that passed through all of us like electricity.

Jules held her tighter, murmuring in her ear, hands cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples. "You're taking it so well, baby... You look so sexy... so beautiful..."

Eva came the first time with a scream, full-bodied and shaking, her muscles locking down around Sam and her eyes frantically holding mine. But even after she peaked, she begged for more.

And we gave it to her.

More motion, more pressure, more heat. I pushed harder, strong and deep, while Sam grabbed her hips and drove forward harder. The couch groaned beneath us. Sweat slicked all our skin. Time blurred.

She came again--stronger this time--her fingers clawing at my back, her thighs trembling, her cries muffled by my shaft at the back of her throat.

I wasn't going to last.

Sam met my eyes over Eva's shoulder, panting. "Do it. Give it to her. Let her have everything."

I surged forward one last time and came with a groan that rumbled out of my chest, directly into her stomach. My whole body shuddered, the pleasure blinding, every nerve on fire.

And Eva... Eva collapsed between us, utterly spent, glowing, whispering broken little thank yous as Jules and Sam held her upright, kissing her temples, stroking her sides.

I sank back slowly, slipping free of her, and kneeling behind the couch, catching her head as she wilted forward into my arms.

Eva giggled weakly. "That... was everything I hoped for. Next time... maybe thre?"

Sam leaned against Jules, breathless. "Holy fuck."

She spoke for all of us.

/////

The room felt quieter now, like even the walls were catching their breath. The fire had burned down to glowing embers, casting long shadows across the floor. We were a tangle of limbs and warm skin on the wide, soft couch--no urgency left in our bodies, just slow heartbeats and soft touches.

Eva curled against my chest, her hair damp against my neck, breathing slow and steady. Jules was on her other side, one hand brushing lazy circles on her back. Sam sat on the floor in front of us, her legs stretched out, her back resting against Jules's knee. She looked... blissed out. Spent. But content in a way I'd never quite seen before.

No one spoke for a long time.

Eventually, Jules broke the silence with a sleepy smile. "There's plenty of room in our bed, you know."

Eva gave a soft laugh into my chest. "Are you sure? You might wake up with me wrapped around you again."

Sam smirked. "Promise?"

We all chuckled--low and drowsy, like the last warm sip of something strong.

Jules stretched, then stood, extending her hand toward Eva. "Come on, before someone falls asleep right here."

Eva rose first, still gloriously nude, her legs a little wobbly as she smiled and took Jules's hand. Sam stood behind them and gave me a wink. "You coming, stud? Or need another nap on the couch?"

I smiled and let Eva pull me to my feet. "Lead the way."

The four of us moved down the hall together, bodies still humming from the night, the air between us heavy with the kind of peace that only comes after everything has been laid bare.

No more questions. No more secrets. Just touch, trust, and the quiet comfort of being exactly where we were meant to be.

Together.

/////

I woke to the sensation of warmth.

Not the kind from blankets or body heat, but something slicker... more deliberate.

My breath hitched before I even opened my eyes.

Lips. Tongue. The slow, unhurried rhythm of someone tasting me in the dark. I shifted slightly, still half-lost in sleep, but my body responded instantly--already hard, already pulsing with the need that never quite seemed to fade around here. A soft hand rested on my thigh, steadying me. Familiar. Gentle.

But in the darkness, I couldn't see a thing. And through the haze of exhaustion and afterglow, I couldn't quite place her weight, her scent, her breath.

It could've been Eva.

It could've been Jules.

Even Sam crossed my mind for a wild second.

But whoever she was, she knew exactly what she was doing--each slow glide of her mouth sending a ripple through me, coaxing me back toward the edge.

I reached down, fingers threading through soft hair, but even that didn't give her away. She didn't speak. Just moaned softly, vibrating around me, then took me deeper with a slow confidence that made my hips twitch.

I sank back into the mattress, letting the heat pull me under again.

Whoever she was... she took what little cum was left in me as I fell back asleep.

/////

By the time I dragged myself out of bed, sunlight was already filtering through the blinds, and the scent of coffee and something buttery-sweet wafted down the hall. I stretched, groaning at the soreness in my hips and thighs--proof of the night we'd all had. My body was satisfied, wrung out, but my mind... not so much.

That moment in the middle of the night still clung to me like a dream--someone's mouth on me in the dark, soft and slow and deliberate. No voice. No name. Just the steady, almost reverent rhythm of her lips and tongue and hands, pulling pleasure out of me like it was hers to take.

I still wasn't sure I'd imagined it.

I pulled on a pair of loose pajama pants--thankfully someone must have moved our overnight bag into the room at some point while I slept--and padded down the hall.

They were all in the kitchen, dressed in short robes: Jules at the stove, flipping pancakes; Sam perched on the counter with a mug of coffee in both hands, hair still wild; and Eva seated at the table, legs tucked under her, radiant in her diaphanous white robe.

Three of the most beautiful, maddening women I'd ever known. And one of them had snuck between my legs last night like a goddamn thief.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Eva called, smiling as I entered. "We were starting to wonder if you'd survived."

I leaned over and kissed her temple before sitting beside her, lowering my voice. "So, uh... weird question."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Was that you... last night? In bed? Around, say, three a. m.?"

Her eyes narrowed in confusion for a beat, then widened. "Oh. Ohhhh." A slow grin spread across her face. "Nope. Definitely not me."

I blinked. "Seriously?"

"I was out cold," she said, reaching for her coffee. "Whatever happened to you must've been very... self-starting."

"Oh, it happened," I said, glancing across the room. Jules was humming as she helped Eva plate pancakes. Sam gave me a lazy, knowing smile.

Eva's smile turned smug. "So what did she do?"

I leaned closer, speaking under my breath. "She gave me head. In the dark. Really good head. And I was too tired to stop her, or see who it was."

Eva's lips parted, then slowly curved into something far more wicked. "So you're saying someone gave you a midnight treat, and now you're playing mystery lover clue?"

"Pretty much."

At that moment, Jules turned from the stove and reached to the cabinet for the syrup, casually brushing her fingers across my shoulder as she passed. "Eat up, Will. You'll need your strength."

Sam sipped her coffee, eyes twinkling over the rim of her mug. "Yeah. Never know what kind of dreams you might have tonight."

I looked from one to the other, then back at Eva, who was biting her lip to keep from laughing.

One of them had done it. They all knew about it. And whoever it was... clearly wasn't planning to tell me anytime soon.

But judging from the way they all looked at me--smirking, glowing, impossibly at ease--I had a feeling this little game was far from over.

The morning stretched out like a slow sigh, the sunlight softening everything it touched. The kitchen filled with the scent of fresh coffee, sizzling butter, and the occasional burst of laughter--low and warm and teasing.

I sat at the table, plate half-eaten, as the three women exchanged glances that promised mischief. Eva flicked her eyes to me with a sly smile. "So, Will, Mr. Big Winner... any idea what your prize is for all those casino chips?"

I shrugged, feeling the heat creep up my neck. "Honestly? No clue. Sam and Jules wouldn't tell me."

Sam grinned, setting her coffee down carefully. "That's because it's a surprise. And surprises are way more fun when you don't know what's coming."

Jules leaned in, voice soft but charged. "Especially when it involves you."

Eva tipped her head, eyes gleaming. "And don't forget--since I won among the girls, I get to call the shots. Whatever I want, whenever I want. For a whole hour"

I swallowed, pulse quickening. "What kind of... 'shots' are we talking about?"

"Oh, you know," Eva said, her tone playful but with a dangerous edge. "A little fun. Maybe I'll tell Sam and Jules exactly how to please me for a while. And maybe," she added with a wink, "I make sure you're right there to watch."

Jules reached over, brushing my hand with her fingers. "Sounds like you're in for one hell of a day, Will."

The women's laughter and glances made it clear: the game was far from over, and they were savoring every moment of the tease.

Eva sat up straighter in her chair, crossed her legs with a slow, deliberate motion, and looked around the table like a queen surveying her court.

"You know," she said, brushing a crumb from her lip, "I think I'd like to take my hour right now."

The air tightened. Sam grinned immediately. Jules arched a brow with interest. And me? I swallowed and tried to look like I wasn't already half-hard under the table.

Eva's voice dropped into something smoother. "First things first..." She turned to Sam. "Get under the table. I want you to eat me out while I talk."

Sam's grin grew wide and wicked. "Yes, ma'am," she purred. She slipped out of her chair with feline grace, ducking under the tablecloth as Jules let out a quiet laugh. I saw the moment Eva's breath caught--Sam's mouth clearly wasting no time.

Eva kept her composure, but barely. Her lips parted slightly, and she braced one hand on the table, the other gripping her coffee cup for show. Her hips shifted forward just enough.

She sighed, "Fuck she's good." Then turned to Jules next. "And you," she said, voice thick with control and rising arousal, "I want you to go down on Will."

Jules blinked, then gave a small laugh. "I... I've actually never done that before."

My heart thudded. I hadn't expected that. Jules, sensual and confident in every other way, was now flushed in a different kind of vulnerability.

Eva leaned in, her voice like velvet. "Then it's a perfect time to learn." She flicked her eyes to me. "Will's an excellent practice dummy. Aren't you, babe?"

My mouth had gone dry, but I nodded, smiling. "I'll help however you want me to, Jules."

Jules shifted toward me, nervous at first--but when I reached out and touched her cheek, she settled. Her eyes held mine, searching, before she slowly sank down in front of my chair.

I could still hear the wet, obscene sounds from under Eva's seat. Her fingers were clenching the tablecloth now, breath catching between sentences. And all the while, Jules looked up at me, her lips parting, her mouth lowering toward me with trembling anticipation.

The contrast--Eva fighting to stay composed, Sam devouring her beneath the surface, Jules hesitantly exploring me for the first time--was almost too much.

And we were only five minutes into Eva's hour.

Jules was eager, no doubt about it. What she lacked in practice, she made up for in warm curiosity. Her lips, soft and hesitant at first, were growing bolder by the second, her hands resting on my thighs as she found her rhythm. I stroked her hair gently, letting her set her own pace.

Across the table, Eva's fingers curled hard into the edge as Sam worked beneath. Her breathing was jagged now, words forgotten in the haze of sensation, though she still managed to lift her chin with practiced command.

"How's she doing, Will?" she asked, voice thick and teasing, fighting a moan as her hips twitched beneath the table.

I exhaled hard, smiling down at Jules. "She's got enthusiasm," I said honestly, brushing my knuckles across her jaw, her robe hanging loose around her..

Jules looked up at me, a little breathless. "I think I'm better with women," she said with a sheepish grin. "Want to trade?"

The room paused for half a heartbeat.

Sam's head popped up from beneath the tablecloth, eyes narrowed. "Trade?" she asked, wiping her mouth. "Umm, Jules...."

Eva let out a ragged laugh. "Wait, you want to switch? Like--Jules takes over for me and Sam goes to Will?"

Jules gave a sly little smirk from between my legs. "I mean, if I've got more practice with women..."

Sam's posture shifted, but not forward. She pulled back slightly from Eva's thigh, glancing toward Jules and then up at me. "I don't think that's a good idea," she said again, quieter this time.

Eva reached down and ran her fingers through Sam's hair, calm and unbothered. "You're still thinking about it, though."

Sam nodded, almost imperceptibly.

And I--well, I wasn't sure where to look. I felt caught, like I'd somehow broken a rule just by being the object of consideration. This isn't the kind of thing anyone had prepared us for.

"I thought this was just about Jules and me," I said, glancing between them, unsure if I should pull back. "Not Sam... we're..."

Eva met my gaze and gave me that slow, knowing smile of hers. "Oh, it still is. But this hour? It's mine."

That sent a new ripple through the room.

Jules tilted her head. "So no switch?"

"Not yet," Eva said, grinning as she guided Sam back between her thighs. "Back where you were."

Sam hesitated, then gave in with a sigh and a kiss against Eva's skin.

Jules looked disappointed for half a second--but then shrugged, leaned forward, and resumed where she left off with me, lips warm, movement more confident now.

And just like that, we were back in motion. Moans floated across the table. Eva's head fell back. My hips lifted with a groan I couldn't stop.

Time bent again. I didn't notice it at first--too lost in the rhythm, the wet heat, the grip of hands on my thighs. Eyes closed to savor the feelings.

But something changed.

It was subtle. A different angle. A different pressure. A shift in the pace that wasn't Jules's eager uncertainty anymore--it was practiced, confident, controlled.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked down.

Not Jules and her white see-through robe.

Sam, in devil-red silk.

She didn't look up, but her lips curved into a knowing smile as she moved.

My breath caught. "Jesus..."

Eva watched from across the table, smug and glowing, her legs still spread wide and her hand now guiding Jules's head against her instead.

"You took your time noticing," she said, voice halfway between whisper and moan, full of pleasure.

I blinked, dizzy from the realization. "What the... How long...?"

"Long enough," Eva said, biting her lip. "I didn't stop it. That counts as permission."

Sam finally looked up at me, eyes gleaming, breath hot against my slick skin. "Still okay?"

I didn't answer. I just nodded--and I couldn't stop looking down at her.

Sam. Not Jules.

Her lips glided over me with practiced ease, but her eyes told another story. Flicking up now and then--searching. As if asking if this was really okay. If we were still within the rules of this insane, beautiful, twisted little arrangement.

I didn't know the answer.

My hand hovered near her head, uncertain. I wanted to touch her. I didn't want to push. My chest was tight, the arousal now knotted with something more fragile. Vulnerable.

She slowed.

I looked again--really looked--and realized she wasn't sure either.

The bold, brash woman who had dragged Eva into their bedroom the night before was still there, but beneath her confidence was something more human. More dangerous. The weight of everything we were not supposed to be doing.

And yet here we were.

She pulled back slightly, mouth glistening, and rested her cheek against my thigh. Her voice was hushed, a whisper that barely carried over the hum of breath and moans across the table. "This wasn't supposed to happen," she said softly. "I told Jules I... I wanted to, but we shouldn't... And I didn't know what to do with that."

My hand settled gently in her hair, not guiding--just being there. "Me either."

She laughed quietly, a breath through her nose. "God, that makes it worse."

"No," I said. "Everything we're doing is like that. That makes it real."

She looked up at me again. Something flickered between us--fear, desire, guilt, and need all tangled together. And then she kissed the inside of my thigh, slow and soft. Just that.

On the other side of the table, I heard Eva gasp sharply, her hips lifting off the chair.

Jules's voice was a low purr. "I think they've finally crossed it."

Eva groaned, words half-melted in pleasure. "Took them long enough."

Sam exhaled, her face still against my skin. "They like that it's wrong."

"Yeah," I murmured. "I think maybe we do too."

She looked up at me, lips parted, eyes darker now. "So what happens next?"

I didn't answer. I just shifted my hips slightly and let my fingers trace the line of her jaw, my touch soft... inviting.

She took me into her mouth again, slower now--less performance, more exploration. And I met her halfway. Not just physically, but emotionally. Every inch of tension between us now tinged with that quiet thrill of knowing we were past the

point of no return.

We weren't supposed to be here.

But here we were.

And we weren't stopping.

The rhythm was slow, tentative... almost reverent. I could feel the heat of her breath, the deliberate swirl of her tongue, the occasional tremble in her jaw. She was figuring out if this was a mistake -- and doing it with her mouth full.

Across the table, Eva moaned. Not a performative sound, but guttural -- like she couldn't keep it in. I turned slightly to see her head tossed back, hands gripping the edge of the table, thighs shaking.

Jules was on her knees between them, completely immersed in Eva, eyes locked on her with an impish smile. She looked... satisfied. Like she'd orchestrated this moment and was watching her plan unfold perfectly.

Eva's voice came out broken, breathy. "Watching you... watching her... fuck, Will..."

Sam froze for a heartbeat, then resumed, slower, deeper. My hand tightened in her hair.

Jules sat up and licked her lips. "She's going to come just from seeing you two like that. You know that, right? I don't think I even need to touch her anymore."

"You better," Eva gasped. Her eyes rolled open, glassy and bright with lust. "It's so wrong. And that makes it hotter. Doesn't it, Jules?"

Jules crawled up Eva's body, straddling her lap, kissing her collarbone, her jaw, her cheek, until they met in a kiss that was feral and tangled and hungry.

Sam pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing against me. "They want us to keep going."

I looked down at her, heart hammering. "Do you?"

She nodded. Just once. And then took me in deeper, moaning faintly around me as if finally giving herself permission to enjoy it.

The room spun a little as the pace quickened -- not frantic, not yet -- but no longer careful. Sam was breathing through her nose, making wet, eager sounds that blurred the line between guilt and greed. I couldn't hold still. I didn't want to.

Jules and Eva were no longer watching. They were tangled on the far side of the table, Jules riding Eva's thigh as they kissed and whispered things I couldn't make out -- but the sounds alone were enough to make my pulse jump.

Eva's voice cut through again, sharp and breathless. "God, Sam... you look so good like that..." She was watching again. "Like you were meant to have his cock in your mouth."

Sam groaned in response, hips shifting slightly. She didn't stop.

Jules chuckled low and dark. "She wanted it long before she admitted it."

I was drowning in sensation -- taste, sound, scent. My stomach clenched, thighs taut. My whole body trembled with the need to let go, but I didn't want it to end yet.

Sam pulled back, her mouth red and glistening. She licked the corner of her lips, panting. "You're close."

"You've all had me close for days," I said, breathless.

"Don't come yet," Eva said, her voice suddenly commanding. "I want to see her make you beg for it."

Sam blinked, pupils wide. "You want me to make him beg?"

Jules laughed. "Yes. And then we'll take turns using him."

That should have terrified me. Instead, I groaned.

Sam didn't break eye contact as she lowered herself again, lips parting around me, slower this time but deliberate -- not just the act, but the ownership of it. I wasn't sure what changed. Maybe it was Eva's voice, or Jules's laughter, or something inside Sam finally snapping into place. But suddenly, she wasn't unsure. She was devouring me like she wanted everyone to watch.

My fingers tightened in her hair again, helpless, my head tipping back. I groaned -- long and guttural -- my breath catching as her mouth worked in slow, deep pulls.

Her tongue traced every inch with care, flicking just under the head each time she came up.

It was torture. And it was perfection.

The noises across the table only added fuel. Eva was panting again, almost whining with need, and Jules was clearly back between her thighs. Eva's black satin robe was falling off her shoulders as she enjoyed our sister-in-law's tongue. I couldn't look at them without getting closer to the edge.

Sam knew. She dragged her mouth off with a wet pop and gave me a slow stroke with her hand, grinning like a fox. "Say it," she whispered. "Beg for it, Will."

I swallowed, my whole body thrumming. "Please."

She tightened her grip just slightly. "Please what?"

"Please let me cum, Sam."

She gave me a long, slow lick up the underside of my shaft, eyes locked on mine. "Good boy."

And then she took me in again, deeper than before, lips sealing, cheeks hollowing as she moaned softly around me -- and I lost it.

It hit hard. A shockwave tearing through me, every muscle clenched as my orgasm ripped out of me in thick, pulsing waves. My hand was still in her hair, but I didn't push, didn't thrust -- just held on like a man falling over a cliff.

Sam took it all. Every drop. Every spasm. She stayed with me through it, slow and steady until I twitched and hissed from oversensitivity, then finally let me go with a final kiss to the head.

I was wrecked.

Sam sat back, wiping the corner of her mouth, flushed and grinning.

Before I could find words, I heard Jules gasp again -- Eva's hand in her hair, dragging her up for a hungry kiss. The sight alone made my softening cock twitch again.

Eva broke the kiss, eyes still on Jules, but her voice was sharp and playful. "Check the clock, Will."

I blinked. "What?"

She turned to me now -- flushed, glowing, commanding. "You gave Sam a moment she's never going to forget." She stood up from the table slowly, like a queen rising from her throne, then checked her phone and smiled. "And I've still got twenty-eight minutes left." She bent and kissed Sam like she wanted to share any taste of me that was left, then turned to me with a grin.

Jules looked up from the floor, chest rising and falling fast. "Uh-oh."

Eva grinned. "That's right." She leaned across the table and whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "You're not the only one with fantasies that need fulfilling."

I felt the blood start to move again in my veins. God help me.

Eva clapped her hands once. "Back to the couch, all of you. I've got plans."

She led us all back to the living room, placing us on the couch - Jules on the left, me in the middle, Sam on the right - laying back against the cushions, hearts still racing. Eva's eyes flicked over us, her skin glowing in the wake of her morning orgasms.

"Alright," she said, voice low and certain. "Let's make this interesting."

She knelt before Jules first. I watched as Eva's fingers trailed down her inner thigh, spreading her legs gently. Then her tongue met skin, slow teasing circles that sent Jules's head lolling back. Just as Jules began to arch toward her, Eva drew back.

"Jules," she murmured with a voice as soft as velvet, "when did you first come up with this whole plan with Will and I?"

Jules swallowed, her fingers clenched on the cushion. "The night at your birthday party. You and Will danced by the fire and you looked like passion come to life. That's where the idea came from."

Eva smiled, giving Jules a kiss right at the crease where her leg met her hip, then scooted over to me. Between my legs she paused, brushing her fingers over my slick length, and I rocked forward on instinct. Then her mouth covered me, slow and wet, tilting my head back. I felt the world narrow to the press of her lips, the drag of her tongue.

As she felt me tense, Eva pulled away just enough to whisper against my skin, "Will, when you first had sex with Jules... were you thinking of me?"

I met her gaze, panting already, "Yes," I rasped. "Every moment. I wanted you there."

She kissed one of my testicles in acknowledgement, then crossed over to Sam.

My sister parted her legs at Eva's approach, eyes dark with anticipation. Eva knelt, her lips brushing along Sam's inner thighs, teasing her. Sam shivered, fighting to keep watching.

Eva paused and looked up. "Sam, what crossed your mind when you first tasted

me last night?"

Sam caught her breath. "That I'd do anything to make you cum right there," she whispered. "That I wanted you as much as I had anyone."

Eva's smile was fierce. She drove her tongue into Sam in a single, deep stroke, then trailed back up to kiss her button. Deliberately pushing Sam to the edge.

Then Eva stood, stepped back, and surveyed us. We must have made a sight - three naked, teased, bodies looking at her with a combination of love and lust.

"Round two." She checked the clock. "I've still got time."

She began the cycle again, back to Jules with fingertips added to firmer strokes of her tongue. She paused to ask, "Did you know that the breakfast table wasn't the first time Will's cock had been in Sam's mouth?"

Jules's eyes went wide as she looked to the two of us, then back to my fiance. "No. When did that happen?" She didn't sound angry, she sounded aroused.

"I'm asking the questions, thank you." Eva said cheerily, slowly drawing her fingers out of Jules's pussy.

I looked over at Sam who just smiled sheepishly by way of admission.

Over to me, Eva's mouth was Christmas and fireworks all at once. She was as aggressive as I had ever seen her. Sensing the effect she was having, she leaned back, squeezing my erection to halt it. "Had you fantasized about Sam before?" I gasped, nodding slightly.

She shot a triumphant look at Sam before moving between her knees. "Are you afraid I'll make you touch him more Sam?" Sam's cheeks flushed, biting her lip. "Yes..." she admitted, "but I'll do it."

With each pass Eva made her questions dug deeper - unstitching secrets, fueling our heat. Watching her drive Sam and Jules to the brink of losing themselves under her touch pushed me closer to the edge again and again.

Finally, Eva paused between Sam's legs, voice husky, "Tell me, Will - am I the one who makes you cum the hardest?"

I didn't hesitate. "Always," I growled.

She climbed into my lap on the couch, her legs to the side resting in Sam's lap. "Good," she purred, kissing my chest as the time passed the end of her hour. Eva paused for just a second, her reign had ended.

We all thought it. No one moved at first.

Then Sam sat up with a grin so wicked it would have fit on a Disney villain. "Wait..." she said, mock-innocent. "She's not in charge anymore, right?"

Jules looked over, her flushed chest rising and falling. "Oh," she said with a slow smile. "You're right, she's not."

They both turned toward Eva. I felt her tense slightly in my lap, her breathing shortening, her thighs tensing.

I pulled her tightly to me. "Uh-oh," I stage-whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Now they've got ideas."

She turned her head slowly, already biting her lip. "Guys... be nice."

"Oh sweetie," Sam said, swinging Eva's feet away so she could stand beside us. "You spent an hour teasing all of us. You really thought that there wouldn't be payback?"

Eva made a half-laugh, half moan sound as Jules leaned into her ear from behind, brushing her fingers down Eva's spine, feather-light. "It's only fair after all."

Sam's eyes flicked to me. "Will, do us a favor and take her to the bedroom?" she said with a nod towards their room.

Eva opened her mouth to protest, but it was too late.

"With pleasure," I said, sliding my arms under her legs and back. She squeaked in surprise as I stood, cradling her tightly to my chest. Her arms looped instinctively around my neck, but her eyes were teetering between excitement and 'oh-shit' anticipation.

Jules and Sam were already on their feet, dashing ahead of us in a flurry of giggles and naked limbs.

"They're going to do something to me," Eva whispered, mock-panicked as I slowly carried her down the hall.

"Oh yeah," I said. "And I'm going to help."

I crossed into their bedroom to find the blankets pulled down and straps with cuffs mysteriously appearing at all four corners of the bed. I raised my eyebrow at Sam.

"Sometimes a little restraint is fun, don't judge," she laughed. "Besides they tuck in under the bed most of the time."

The girls were giddy and flushed as I strode to the foot of the bed and playfully tossed my fiancé onto the mattress with a bounce. She shrieked with laughter, hair spilling wildly over the pillow, legs kicking until Sam grabbed one and Jules the other.

"Hey -- wait! I didn't agree to..."

Jules closed the Velcro on the ankle cuff and caught her wrist, gently pulling it toward the headboard. "Too late now," she sang.

Sam already had finished fastening Eva's ankle, "You wanted to be the center of attention," she teased. "You're just getting exactly what you asked for."

I stood back for a moment, watching as they spread my fiancé out. Eva fought back with a token effort but made no real resistance as two women who adored her almost as much as I did finished their ties. Somehow, I was hardening again despite everything that had happened. Even with the Viagra I was surprised.

Eva looked up at me with flushed cheeks and wide eyes as Jules slipped a sleep mask over her face, effectively blinding her. "You're seriously going to let them do this to me?"

"Damn straight, I don't want to be next!" I laughed.

Sam straddled her hips and leaned forward, her lips brushing the shell of Eva's ear. "Now then," she whispered. "Let's start with something simple..."

She ran her fingers up Eva's side, light as air. "When you made me go down on you under the table... were you thinking about how much Will was watching, or how much Jules wanted to be where I was?"

"Both," Eva husked in reply.

"Mmmm." Sam kissed her neck. "Honesty is good."

Jules moved to the foot of the bed, sliding between Eva's legs and slowly dragging her fingertips up her inner thighs. "Did you plan to make us beg for you, or did you just get drunk on the power?"

Eva turned her head back and forth in vain, blinded, desperate. "I don't know. I wasn't planning... I just..."

"You just liked it," Jules whispered, breathing against her sex without touching, but close enough to make her squirm.

"I did."

Sam grinned as she moved back to the side of the bed. "Good. Because we love you like this."

Eva was panting now, bound and blinded, but she could have escaped if she really wanted. She knew that she was at our mercy now after her hour of power.

I put my finger to my lips to signal silence to the other two and gestured to send each of them to one of Eva's breasts. "Eva, my love, we're going to play a game with you now." I fought back a laugh as she moaned in defeat and arousal. "You're going to guess which of us is where, if you get it right you get free sooner."

"What if I get it wrong?"

Sam spoke up while gesturing for us all to move positions before we started, "I get to decide what happens then."

We ended with Jules between Eva's legs and Sam and I on either side. Jules counted us down silently from 3 and we all put our mouths to work at the same time. Sam suckled at her nipple like a newborn right away while I nipped and teased everywhere but her nipple on my side. Jules stiffened the tip of her tongue and just tapped her clit and then her outer lips with the barest of touches. We continued for about 30 seconds then all pulled back and moved to the foot of the bed.

"Well?" Jules asked playfully.

"Umm... Will was on my left.... Jules... no, Sam was eating me out and Jules on my right?" Eva asked hopefully.

"Nope!" Sam chirped out in response. "That's one for us."

Eva groaned, her head rolling against the pillow, "Damn it."

Sam giggled and ran a teasing fingertip up the inside of her thigh. "Don't worry. That means we get to... improvise."

I exchanged a grin with Jules across the bed as Sam leaned over to press a slow kiss above Eva's navel. "That was round one. Two more guesses to go..."

Eva squirmed, half-laughing, half-moaning. "You're all evil."

"Maybe," I said, lightly pinching the nipple closest to me. "But you love it."

She bit her lip. "Yeah, I do."

Jules moved to the side of the bed and plucked something from the nightstand - a soft feather that they had stashed. Because of course they did. Jules held it up silently, showing us, and we both nodded.

"We are changing the rules slightly," Sam said, climbing over her restrained body to straddle her waist gently. "You still have to guess, but we won't all touch you the same way."

"So not fair," Eva muttered, trying not to smile.

"Like you took it easy on us?" I replied with a laugh.

"Are you ready?" Sam asked with a lopsided grin.

"No," Eva said with a mock pout. "But do it anyway."

Jules took the feather and began trailing it slowly along her legs from ankle to thigh, skipping her center. I leaned in and let my tongue draw a wet circle around the curve of her breast. Sam, bold as ever, kissed her deeply -- slow, sensuous, commanding.

Eva moaned into Sam's mouth, her body twitching under our attention.

I could see her trying to track each sensation, to assign them, categorize them. But we kept moving. Jules moved the feather to her ribs and up under her arm. I switched from her breast to her collarbone then behind her ear. Sam kissed down her jawbone and whispered something so filthy in her ear that I saw goosebumps rise along her chest.

We pulled back after another 30 seconds and waited.

"Eva was panting now, head tipped back, hair damp with sweat. "Okay... okay, I think... Jules had the feather," she said. "And... Sam was kissing me and Will was on my left side."

I looked at the other two and smiled. "Wrong again."

"What! No way...."

Sam clicked her tongue, "Oh babe, you're so close. But not close enough."

Eva whimpered and tugged at her restraints. "You're killing me."

"We're loving you," Jules said sweetly, laying a soft kiss on Eva's hip.

Sam leaned over and whispered to me, "Probably can't cheat twice in a row."

I raised an eyebrow. "Ideas?"

She just grinned evilly before disappearing toward the nightstand and came back with a glass plug and bottle of lube. She questioned me with a look and I nodded. Eva wasn't a stranger to ass play, it was a special occasion sort of thing and this weekend definitely qualified.

Eva heard the drawer and stiffened. "That doesn't sound like a guessing game."

Sam laughed, "Oh, it still is. But this time we're going to combine sensations. And only one of us is going to do something... deeper."

Eva's breathing had gone shallow -- expectant and already trembling from the tease of the game. Her fingers curled into the straps around her wrists but not to resist. She had let go in the most beautiful way.

Jules and I had stepped back, settling into the nearby armchair together. The silence in the room buzzed with energy, crackling with tension. Sam remained kneeling on the bed between Eva's legs, calm and focused like a predator.

Eva tilted her head forward. "What now? Where did you go?"

No answer. Just the soft whisper of lube being opened, followed by a wet sound as it was applied deliberately.

Eva gave a breathy little moan, hips rising in search of contact. "You guys are so mean."

Sam finally answered, keeping her voice low and warm. "It's a game baby. You still owe us another guess."

A finger ran up the top of Eva's thigh to her hip bone, light and lazy. Then lips pressed to her opposite hip. Another kiss at the crease of her leg. Then a pause, just long enough for anticipation to build again.

"Still just one person?" Eva asked uncertainly. "Or... more?"

We remained silent. Instead Sam slowly bent forward and brought her mouth to Eva's slick center. She started soft and tender before moving to a steady purposeful rhythm.

Eva moaned, a long low sound. "Oh god... oh god..."

Sam's hands came up to caress Eva's body. One massaged her thigh, the other slid upward brushing her ribs and circling her breast. She avoided her nipple. Sam was focused, methodical.

Eva started to shake, her head thrashing from side to side. "Who... who's doing that? Is it... Jules? Will?"

More silence.

Then Sam pulled back just long enough to trace slow circles with her finger around her opening, keeping Eva right on the edge.

"Make your guess," Sam said smoothly. "Who is where, Eva?"

Eva whimpered. I could tell she was nearly delirious with need at this point. "I don't know... it's all so good... it could be any of you."

Sam leaned forward with another slow brush of her tongue on Eva's clit.

"Take your best shot," I said, voice low. "You are actually trying to get it right, right?"

Eva groaned, "I love and hate you all."

Sam chuckled quietly and lowered her head again. Another circle with just the tip of her tongue.

Eva gasped, hips jerking as Sam pulled away. "Okay... okay... goddamn... okay I think... Will's in the middle, Jules on my left, Sam on my right?"

Jules leaned back to whisper in my ear, "I think she really wants it to be all of us."

I smiled.

Sam looked over at us and winked. "Final answer?"

Eva hesitated, then nodded firmly.

We left a beat of silence, then I simply said, "Wrong."

Eva groaned in frustration, turning to a moan of pleasure as Sam resumed her ministrations. More pressure now, faster strokes of her tongue, one hand squeezing Eva's breast, the other slowly pushing the plug into her with a twist.

Eva's noises turned feral, a keening howl that bordered between pain and pleasure.

We watched Sam push Eva right to the brink, her moans rising in pitch, her thighs flexing as best they could in the restraints. And then Sam pulled back again.

Eva gasped, stunned. "Noooooooo! Why... Why did you stop?"

Sam blew a gentle breath against her soaked folds and tapped the end of the plug gently. "Because you got it wrong, sweetie."

"Fuck," Eva groaned through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry to all of you. Please.... Please just let me cum." She was a mess of writhing limbs and gasping breath, her body gleaming with sweat, her thighs glistening with her own juices. Her voice was hoarse from pleading, but she hadn't stopped trying. Each moan was a fragile thread between surrender and frustration. "I can't..." she panted. "Please. I need to..."

Sam looked over to us from between Eva's legs, her face flushed and soaked in my fiancé's pussy.

Jules leaned close and whispered, "What do you think? Has she earned it?"

I glanced at Sam, who gave the smallest of nods. "Yeah," I murmured. "Mercy."

Jules stood and crossed to the bed with feline grace, brushing a hand down Eva's thigh. "You've been such a good girl," she cooed.

Eva made a desperate, grateful sound at that.

Sam didn't make her wait any longer. She lowered her mouth again, no teasing this time, just heat and rhythm and purpose. Jules leaned in from the side of the bed and took Eva's nipple between her lips, gently sucking in time with Sam's movements.

I moved to the headboard, brushing Eva's damp hair from her face, she turned blindly toward me, mouth parted, breath trembling.

"I'm here," I whispered, caressing her cheek.

Her mouth opened like she was going to say something, but before she could she shattered. The orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami cresting and crashing all at once. Her body arched off the mattress, a long warbling cry escaping her lips as Sam held her there, mouth still working, tongue drawing out every last quiver. Jules alternated between whispering soft praise into her ear and kissing across her chest while Eva trembled and wept through little aftershocks.

I kissed her forehead, then her temple. "That's it, baby. Let it go."

She was completely undone, bound and blind, breathing in jagged gasps. She was disoriented from our game and cumming her brains out.

Eva let out a soft, shaky whimper -- almost a sob -- as her body went limp into the mattress. Her skin glowed, her chest heaved, every line of tension had dissolved from her body. She was truly spent.

Jules leaned in first, brushing a soft kiss to her lips. Then Sam followed, her touch lingering a bit longer. Both women sat back, looking at her in admiration, before quietly stepping back from the bed.

Jules caught my eye and smiled. "She's yours now."

Sam nodded, her voice warm, "Hold her for us. Bring her back to Earth."

They slipped from the room together, their hands interwoven as they closed the door behind them with a soft click. And then it was just me and Eva.

I moved to the side of the bed and knelt beside her. "Hey," I whispered. "You still here with me?"

A small breathless laugh escaped her. "Barely."

"You are amazing," I said, letting my fingers trace her cheek before reaching for the closest wrist tie. I undid it slowly and gently, kissing along her arm and hand as I released her arms first then her legs. They dropped limply to the mattress once unbound, too exhausted to move. I climbed onto the bed beside her and carefully peeled off the blindfold. Her eyes blinked open slowly, pupils blown wide in the dim light. Her gaze found mine and she smiled with a soft, sleepy joy.

I reached to remove the glass plug from her ass but she stopped my hand, "Leave it for now... want to feel the memory."

I gathered her into my arms, easing her onto her side, letting her curl into me. She tucked her head under my chin, her breath warm against my chest, a sigh of contentment spilling out between us.

"Mmm," she hummed. "You smell like all three of us."

I laughed, low and quiet. "You do too."

She shifted just enough to press her lips against my shoulder. "Was it as hot for you as it was for me?"

"Watching you like that?" I kissed the top of her head. "It might have ruined me for everything else. This whole weekend has."

Her body shivered against mine, an emotional weight catching up.

"You okay?"

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. Just... overwhelmed in the best way."

I pulled a blanket up over us and held her tighter. We lay like that for a long while, tangled together and quiet, our breathing synced up in the still room.

I glanced at the alarm clock behind her, it was only Noon.

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Thus ends Chapter 6, next chapter will be the rest of the weekend and what state that leaves things in for the future.