*This story is a Chris Jackson fanfiction and is not to be shared or reposted without my permission. All events are fictional, and all characters are 18 or older. This content is for mature audiences only. This is not a paywall story.*
XoX
I woke up with light pouring through the windows, the curtains not doing enough to hold back the intense rays.
“What time is it?” I groaned, rubbing my eyes. Dua didn’t answer. I look around and see that I’m the only one in my room. Grabbing a bathrobe, I stepped out into the hallway. My first assumption is that she’s having coffee with Rina in either the kitchen or living room. That’s enough to tell me it’s at least 10 a.m.
The living room is dead quiet as I head to the kitchen, and I can hear their hushed voices. Clearly trying to be quiet for me. After our New Years partying, I was surprised they weren’t still in bed.
“Morning, Rina. Morning, bebe,” I said to them as I headed for the Keurig. “What are the plans for the day?”
“Well…” Dua said, tapping her nails together. “Rina and I were going to do some stuff in the city today. Did you want to come?”
“Are we doing just errands, or is this going to turn into a girls’ day out kind of thing?” I watched my cup fill as the silence lingered between the three of us.
“We were planning to tie some fun into it as well. Lunch, dinner if we’re out late enough. There’s a Gracie Abrams convert this evening we’re going to as well,” Dua listed off. “We really want you to come, dashur [dear/love/darling]. We promise to make it fun for you.”
I pressed my lips together as I watched my cup slowly but surely fill. “Fine. I’ll come. Worst case scenario is I’m bored for most of the day.” I shrugged. “But I have a feeling that just watching you two be… you two, is going to be entertaining enough.”
Dua and Rina grinned at that. “We’ll have so much fun.” Dua’s eyes were glued to Rina. The younger Albanian flushed a cute shade of red. Dua clearly had ideas on how to keep this interesting.
I shook my head, though. A line in the sand had to be drawn sooner rather than when it would be too late. “You’re not planning on anything that would get us in trouble or scandalized, are you?” I asked, pointing an accusatory finger at my mischievous wife.
“Oh Lord no,” Dua giggled. “Just enough playing around to get her, and maybe me, red-cheeked.” Her clarification helped a little bit.
I smiled and rolled my eyes good-naturedly. “When would we like to leave?”
Both Dua and Rina’s faces threatened to split from smiling so wide. “As soon as your done with coffee?” Rina suggested.
Dua cleared her throat and stood up, sauntering toward me. “Me and Rina were discussing just how to tease each other. We’re both going to wear miniskirts, if that gives you any hints,” she said with a wink. “So, because I don’t want you hard right out of the gate, let me get this drained before we go.”
I didn’t have to ask what she meant. My wife was already on her knees, untying my robe and pulling my underwear down.
“Not hard yet?” Dua looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. That innocent look was soon washed away and replaced with a wave of hard lust. “Good.” She growled and then sucked my mostly soft cock into her mouth.
“Shit,” I groaned as she started to bob her head, wrangling the increasing size of my cock as she worked.
“Goddamn.” Rina marveled as she drank her coffee, happily watching her sister expertly blow me from soft to full size.
“I never get tired of this,” I sighed contentedly, sipping my coffee while one of the most desired women in the world sucked my cock just for the taste.
“How could you?” Rina asked. She didn’t make any sign that she was going to do anything other than watch. It was pretty clear that she intended to keep watching.
My attention was pulled back down to Dua as she sucked me hard and fast. One hand worked the part of my cock she couldn’t reach with her throat. Her other hand was inside of her sleep shorts.
I smiled down at her. “You are every bit the entertainer, aren’t you?” I teased. “Getting so turned on by being on your knees for me, your sister watching, that you just have to touch yourself.”
My hand that wasn’t holding my coffee sifted through her long, raven-black hair. I didn’t try to stop my hips from bucking. They didn’t need conscious help from me because Dua was doing such an excellent job getting my body to react on its own.
“Dua’s the absolute perfect slut, isn’t she?” Rina crooned from her chair.
Looking back up to Rina, it wasn’t hard to notice she was touching herself, too.
“And I’m supposed to keep both of you eternally horny vermin in line today?” I couldn’t stop a laugh. The idea that I was going to be the only force stopping these two from running through London Town without a stitch on was comical.
Dua slid her mouth off me. “We’ll all keep each other in check. And besides, it’s Rina and I that need to be most careful. If we do anything too stupid, we’re going to get dragged. If you’re caught with us while we do something stupid, you’re a legend.”
“Fair points,” I agreed with a nod. “And trust me. I don’t need newspapers getting stacked on my desk, and everyone high fiving me for my wife and her sister being wild in public.”
“Huh,” Rina said, her hand back out of her panties. “I didn’t think about that. I’m so used to Dua being Dua, and me being me that I didn’t think about what you have to put up with being married to her.”
Dua scoffed. “What is that supposed to mean?” I marveled at the way she could hold an entire conversation without stopping her measured, rhythmic strokes.
Rina had both of our attention. She opened her mouth and closed it a few times before she knew how to say what she intended to. “Well, I mean… shit. How do. I say this without sounding like a bitch?”
“Just say it, Rina. You can’t say anything about me I haven’t said to myself.”
Rina stopped and blinked, and then so did Dua. She looked up at me from her knees, her hand stilled.
“Fynn?” Dua asked, standing up. “Now what does that mean?”
I could see worry, hurt in her eyes. “It just means I do know what Rina means. I mean, do you have any idea how many times I hear, ‘Wait, you’re married to Dua Lipa?’ I know who you are, and who I am.”
Dua didn’t say a word, but I could see her eyes starting to glass as I shared this information with her.
I took a sip of coffee. “I sell IT and security systems, babe. You’re the breadwinner and trophy wife. You’re admired and lusted by millions of people. And I’m the guy married to you. It’s a literal dream, and I wouldn’t change anything. But yeah, it can make a guy insecure.”
Both girls were pouting, and Dua looked like she wanted to cry. “Bebe, why haven’t you told me about this? How long have you felt like this?”
I shrugged. “Since you made it big. But that’s just a little thing, hon. Being married to you is worth so much more than that, than having people jeer me or ask what you get out of it.”
Dua was crying silently, a tear running down her cheek. “Bebe, I get so much from being with you. I don’t care that you’re not famous or a ‘household name.’ That doesn’t matter at all to me.”
She knew I was aware of that, but just like being told ‘I love you,’ I never got tired of hearing it. Dua wrapped her arms around me and held me tight, not caring at all that my spit-wet cock was pressed between our bodies.
“I love you, babe. I know I have nothing to worry about. How could I ever love anyone more than you? And I know I have nothing to worry about. I know you’re happy with me.”
“Bebe, I am so happy with you. This seems silly, but some nights when you fall asleep, I tear up looking at you. I tear up thinking about how lucky I am to have a man that knows how to love me like you do. A man who is so tender and sweet, able to be there for me with all his being. I love that you have self-worth in your job, that you still go to work and don’t just bask here. It’s part of why I love you. So many other men would just rest in my shadow, but not you.”
“Guys, please stop,” a watery-eyed Rina pleaded. “I was hoping to see a hot morning blowjob. Crying into my morning coffee wasn’t on my bingo card.”
I kept Dua tightly in my arms. “Sorry,” I said, kissing my wife’s forehead. “That got real way more than I thought.
Dua giggled and wiped at her stunning dark eyes. “Rina’s right. We should get ready to go to town.” She cleared her throat and looked up at me. “You do want to come, right? We’re not just dragging you?”
I chuckled and rubbed her bare shoulders. “Of course I want to come. I hate shopping and doing errands by myself. Can’t stand it. But it’s always bearable with you. Even fun.” I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Let’s get ready to go.”
“Hold on a second, zotëri [mister]. What about this poor cock of yours?” Dua asked, reaching between us to stroke me gently, most of the blood having left the region.
I waved it off. “It’s fine. I can finish later. It went away enough that I’m not exactly blue-balled.” I laughed. “I’m sure we’ll make up for it this evening,” I said with a wink.
XoX
Somehow, I found myself in the driver’s seat of my own car. It made sense if we were trying to lie low. Anyone trying to get candids of the Albanian-Brit beauties would not have my working-class car on the radar.
Our first stop in town was breakfast. The girls asked where I wanted to go. Where do I get breakfast on my own? They wanted to live like me for a day, and it was an effective way to stay out of high press traffic areas. It felt like princesses in cloaks hiding in taverns, trying to stay away from guards.
Dua and Rina wore matching outfits; knee-high stockings under black miniskirts and hoodies. The hoodies were different colors, but that was it. With the hoods up, they just looked like edgy chicks. If they didn’t speak, it would be extremely difficult to tell who they were.
With this simple camouflage, we were brought to a corner booth. Dua and I slid into one booth, Rina sliding in across from us. Even when they were seated, they kept the hoods up. They were like Jedis or some shit. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself about it.
“What?” Dua asked, a curious smile on her face.
“Nothing. Master Kenobi….” I had to let out a chuckle at my own shitty joke.
“Oh hush, you!” Dua playfully elbowed me in the side.
“Oomph! The Force is strong with this one.”
Rina kicked me under the table that time. “Stop being such a nerd.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Dua said. I couldn’t see it, but I knew she had rolled her eyes. “I love your references. I don’t always get them, but they make you smile, and that makes me smile.”
“Eww,” Rina said, sticking her tongue out and pulling her hood down lower over her face. “I thought you two were done being… squishy.”
“Squishy?” Dua laughed. “We’re squishy, are we?” She pushed her hood back enough that she could turn and kiss me, before fixing her hood back into place. “I love a man who can be squishy with me.”
Rina slid down into her booth and crossed her arms over her pert chest. “I can’t handle all this star-eyed shit.”
Only a moment after that comment, Dua startled. “Rin, what the hell?”
The younger woman smirked evilly under her hood. “I have a better idea than mushy talk.”
I looked down at Dua and saw just the tiniest glimpse of flush. From my angle, it was hard to see much of her gorgeous face, which was a shame. “Rin, are you playing footsie right now? With my wife, in my favorite diner?”
“Pssh! No!” Rina dismissed, all too quickly.
“Yes, she is,” Dua said, her own arms crossed petulantly. “She’s rubbing her big toe up and down the front of my panties.”
Rina rolled her eyes. “Maybe you should be more like me. Just don’t wear panties.”
I nearly spat out my water, and Dua scoffed as our server came back. Dua and Rina ordered orange-cran juice, and I got another coffee.
As soon as the waiter left, Dua peaked under the table. “Rin, oh my God!” She said, her face was red when she came back up, her hood askew.
Rina just smiled and stuck her tongue out. “I’m sorry, I thought we were here to have fun,” she teased.
“H-Rina!” Dua hissed and pushed her skirt down under the table. “Stop trying to push my panties aside with your toes!”
Rina just giggled. “Then take them off.”
Dua sputtered. “W-what? No!” My wife snapped her head to me, hoping for protection. “Babe, tell her no!”
“Rina, you’re being ridiculous,” I said, doing my best to sound like a level-headed adult. “You can keep playing with her, but she’s keeping her panties on.”
Dua blinked rapidly but sighed. “I guess that’s the best deal I’m going to get.”
Rina smiled, and I could barely see her white teeth under the hem of her hood. “I’ll take that deal.”
All Dua had to do was move. Like, at all. Cross her legs. This was not a real issue, so I didn’t treat it like one.
Rina had too much fun being a little brat, still playing with Dua when our server came back. We placed our orders, and Dua stumbled a bit, but stuck the landing.
If anything, Dua trying to remain calm but struggling helped her disguise. She was far from the charismatic, well-articulated, and flawless being everyone expected.
Because we’re all so original, it’s omelets all around. It’s mildly busy, which means our breakfasts take a while.
“So, what exactly do we have planned for the day?” I ask, sipping my coffee.
Dua and Rina shared a hooded glance I had no hope of being able to read. “Just… stuff. And then that Gracie Abrams concert.”
“Does Gracie Abrams know Dua Lipa is crashing her show?”
Dua smiles mischievously. “Nope. She doesn’t know yet that the three of us are going to be backstage guests, too.”
Rina laughed, playing with her straw. “Aren’t you glad you left the house today?”
I rolled my eyes. “I leave the house, Rin. But I don’t leave the house just because I’m bored. I’ll leave with Dua when she’s bored. But there is very little out here, for me, alone.”
Rina rolled her eyes. “Is he always this dramatic when it comes to being outside?”
Dua giggled. “Yes. Yes, he is.” Then, she gasped and I saw that damn smile under Rina’s hood. The game for the two of them was back on.
“I really think you should take your panties off, girl.”
“Fuck you,” Dua giggled. “And didn’t you say zi was the perv?”
Rina just laughed, and I saw her shift. Dua’s eyes widening soon followed.
“T-that’s cheating! Both feet are cheating!” This time, she tried to push her sister’s feet away. “Whoa!”
I risked a peak under the table. Rina had managed to use her big toe to pull Dua’s panties to the side enough that she had her other foot moving up and down, playing with her lips.
“Rina, we’re in public!” Dua reminded her with a sharp hiss.
“Yeah, but nobody knows who we are, and nobody can see anything.” Rina looked around, and sure enough, not a single person was paying any attention to us.
Rina stopped and sat up when the server brought our food.
XoX
Somehow, we survived breakfast. Dua paid in cash, leaving I’m not even sure how many pounds on the table in tip.
“Let’s get some shopping done before Rina decides to get us arrested in this diner,” Dua said, practically dragging me out.
We were just paces from our car when Dua decided to get her vengeance on her sister.
Rina had just opened her car door when Dua struck, pulling down Rina’s black miniskirt.
“Dua! Oh my God!” Rina’s cheeks took more color than I had ever seen. Dua laughed harder than I had heard in a long time.
I did the noble thing and stood behind Rina, making sure nobody would see anything if they walked by while Rina fixed herself.
With just the skirt to fix, it took no time at all.
“You’re such a bitch,” Rina laughed, shaking her head. The laugh was enough to tell me they were still very okay. “I admit, that was a pretty good rebuttal.”
“Alright, alright. Everyone in the car.” I rolled my eyes, the girls still laughing. “Where are we off to next?”
XoX
The next part of our day involved going to various shops, which was a surprising amount of fun. If Dua had sent me a list of things to get from the shops by myself, I would have scratched my eyes out from boredom.
However, doing the mundane errand running with two women so close to my heart, was far from boring. The two of them constantly trying not to be noticed or recognized made it so much more interesting.
Another surprise I didn’t see coming—and neither did Rina—was Dua not wearing anything under her hoodie.
Rina found that out by pulling down the zipper, telling her she would look good in a certain t-shirt we found at a Harrods clothing store.
“Rina,” Dua shrieked, slapping her sister’s hand away. “You can’t just pull down a girl’s hoodie zipper!”
Hoping for a good revenge like last time, Dua pulled up Rina’s hoodie, but she just found a t-shirt. “Damn!”
Rina smiled victoriously and pulled Dua’s zipper the rest of the way down.
“Stop!” Dua whined and fixed her shirt before anyone could investigate.
“Oh bebe, you have no idea how much fun I’m going to have knowing it’s bare skin and boobie under that hoodie.” Rina laughed.
“Oh, you should talk, Ms. Cheeks!” Dua played back, grabbing the hem of Rina’s skirt and flapping it rapidly.
“Will you get out of here?” Rina huffed, trying to keep her skirt down. “I swear you are the worst!”
As for me, I didn’t have to do anything. These two girls teasing each other was enough trouble for me. Was I entertained, though? Oh, absolutely.
A worrying thought hit me. This was a decent clothing store. There had to be cameras, right?
I looked around, scanning the ceiling for them. I did see a few, and it made me nervous. “Dua.” My finger pointed right at a camera.
“Oh. Bollucks!” She reached into her hood and wiped a hand down her face. “Um….” She tapped her chin. “I feel the less of a deal we make of this, the better. Let’s just close out and go.”
“Yeah. Definitely.” Rina had sobered up as well. “If we don’t give them a reason to check the cameras, it’ll go unnoticed and get buried. They’d have to look closely to ID us, too.”
Dua was smart enough to pay in cash, just like at the breakfast diner. No electric trail, no name on card to be seen.
With a small amount of bags, we headed back to the car to deposit them for safe keeping, and to free up our hands.
“We still have hours before the concert,” Dua pointed out. “What do we think, gang? Two more stops, a nibble, then we’ll change before hitting the concert?”
“Works for me,” Rina agreed as she closed the trunk. “How are you doing, stud?”
I scoffed and shook my head. “I’m doing fine. I’m just glad we haven’t had to swat off 40 twits with cameras. Keeping to the mid streets has helped. I’ve also never seen you two with hats and hoods for so long, either. You two look, dare I say… normal.”
“Normal?” Dua asked, her jaw on the garage floor and her hand on her chest. “Well!” She jokingly snapped.
“I feel almost homeless,” Rina muttered, tugging on the bottom of her white hoodie.
“Rin, you were almost homeless,” Dua reminded her. “You’re literally living with us right now.”
“Okay, but like, I wouldn’t have to be homeless. You two just swooped in and stopped me from being in a hotel till I found a place to rent.” She laughed. “It’s not like it was hard knocks.”
It was Dua’s turn to laugh. “Fair. Fair. But… we’ve had so much naughty fun since you moved in.”
“Permission to get sappy for a moment?” I asked and then continued when all four warm brown eyes were on me. “I wouldn’t just say naughty fun. Rina, you’ve come a long way since you moved in. I think you’ve learned a lot from what you need in a partner.”
The three of us got into our respective seats, and I started my modest Volkswagen Golf. I tried to buy German when I could. Just a little touch of home.
“No. You’re right,” Rina said softly. “I actually wanted to chat about that over supper.”
“Oh?” Dua asked. She twisted around to look over at her little sister. “We can talk about it then, but… are you okay?”
I watched Rina through the rear-view mirror for just a brief moment. Saw her blink.
“Yes. I believe so,” the younger woman said. “I feel like it’s been a while since we did a good check-in, like you two had this morning.”
Dua turned back to the front and pouted. “Yeah, I guess it has been. So, let’s tone down the horse play and have a real catch-up then?”
“Sounds like the right plan.”
XoX
The girls had two shops left they wanted to hit. The atmosphere wasn’t as playful and daring as it had been most of the day. It wasn’t quite somber, but things were more reserved.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked Rina while she was sniffing a soy wax candle.
“Yeah.” There was something in her eyes, something that didn’t quite feel like she was lying to me. But like she was trying to convince herself.
Dua joined us again, her hands smelling like the cranberry and allspice hand sanitizer she preferred during the winter. We were passed the New Year, but she happily left our tree up deep into February.
“Hey,” Dua said awkwardly, feeling that I may have dented the vibes even more. Her shoulders visibly sank, and I frowned. “Today’s going down the loo a bit, isn’t it?”
Rina quickly shook her head. “It doesn’t have to. I just… started pre-thinking about the dinner discussion.” She tried to laugh it off anxiously.
“Hey, motra, it’s okay,” Dua shushed her. “Don’t be so nervous. It’s us. It’ll be fine.”
“Should we just head home?” I asked carefully. “And this is not me trying to worm out of the concert.”
That got a giggle from the girls. “We know, Fynn. You wouldn’t weaponize feelings like that,” Rina said sagely. “Another thing I’ve learned to look for, thanks to you two,” she said with a warm smile.
“Well, let’s keep this mood warm, hm?” Dua asked hopefully, her voice and eyes softened again. “There’s still far too much fun to be had to let a single cloud ruin anything.”
“Yeah,” Rina smiled. “I know. I just need to get out of my own head. I love you two,” she said, a goofy but adorable smile on her face.
XoX
“Alright, well, I’m glad that was our last stop. Because I am famished.” Dua laughed while I opened the trunk and helped them put their bags in.
“Same. I could eat a whole… a whole lot of something.” I chuckled. “Anyone else feeling noodle-y?
Dua and Rina became instantly excited. “Are you a mind reader?” My wife asked, laughing. “Rin and I were just talking about hitting the Speedboat Bar for Thai food and a pre-concert drink.”
“Sounds great to me.” Pretty easy win. I was elated to not deal with ‘Oh, I don’t know. Where do you want to eat? I’m not in the mood for that.’ Kill. Me. “Do we need to head home so we can change?”
Dua and Rina looked at each other, and then at me. “No,” they answered simultaneously.
“We’re good like this,” Dua said with a mischievous grin. It made me wonder just what we were going to be getting into at that damned concert.
XoX
Luckily for our three grumbling bellies, and for the talk we were planning to have, the Speedboat wasn’t overly packed. It was some distance away from the Gracy Abrams venue, which probably helped with that.
Abrams wasn’t a household name yet like Dua, but her name wrang a few bells. Her father was J.J. Abrams, a huge movie director and producer. He was totally a household name, and someone Rina hoped to do a movie with if she could break into acting.
With hoods on again, the girls and I were quickly seated in a back corner booth, this one overlooking a little coin wishing well.
“Are you ready to tell us what this is all about yet, motra?” Dua sipped, sipping from a glass of Thai tea. She had said a pre-concert drink, but she wanted to be sober for this.
“Yeah, the talk,” Rina said meekly. “Um, I think I’m ready to go my own way.”
Dua blinked a few times, looked at me, and then back at Rina. “Are you really, or did we do something? Because I can believe either, honestly.” She reached out to hold her sisters hand supportively.
“Oh God, no.” Rina giggled. “It is absolutely nothing you and Fynn have done. I mean, it kind of is. It’s amazing, what you two have done.”
Dua still looked confused, but I just sat there in my both and let her talk.
“I came to you guys as a crying mess. I had no self-worth because I kept picking shitty men that wanted my body or saw me as an investment, hoping I’d get big like you,” she said to Dua. “But watching you two, learning from how healthy you two are.” Her voice began to crack.
“You’re okay, motra. Take your time,” Dua said softly, caressing her baby sister’s hand.
Rina smiled, and stress fell from her shoulders. We weren’t rushing her, invalidating her, or telling her to shut up.
“See? Just like that. You two have shown me so much about patience and being kind. Give and take.” Rina’s expressive brown eyes glassed over with tears ready to run. “I’ve learned what I deserve and what love can and should feel like.” She sniffled, and in a very un-Rina-like move, wiped her nose on a napkin.
She was usually put together. It wasn’t weird seeing her like this. It was so much more potent, so much more meaningful, seeing her moved this deeply.
“Oh motra,” Dua sighed, a smile on her face despite the tears in the corner of her own eyes. “Fynn and I love you so much. This was exactly our plan since you had called me that night.”
I reached across the table and took her other hand. “Rina, you are a very lovely young woman. You’re intelligent, funny, witty, breathtakingly beautiful, and you have more in that heart than you let on. You deserve to let that side of you out, and if your partner disagrees, you absolutely should drop them.”
I squeezed her hand tighter. “Don’t you dare ever mute yourself for someone else.”
Rina broke. She was white-knuckle holding me and Dua’s hands as she cried, her mascara running a bit. “You two taught me I deserve that. That I don’t need to hide who I am, that I don’t need to pretend to be anyone. I don’t need to hide.”
“It’s okay to feel, bebe,” I told her, squeezing her hand just as tightly. Our server had the ability to read the room and gave us clearance to keep talking instead of interrupting us for our orders. Rina really needed this.
Rina sniffled. “And more than just moving out, finding my own place… I’m ready to fly out of another nest. I’m ready to let you two continue with your own marDeege. You don’t have to relationship babysit me anymore. I think I’m ready to try again.”
Dua wiped her eyes this time. “Rin, you were never a bother. Everything we did was very willing, very consensual. You didn’t impose. You didn’t overstay your welcome. We all loved what happened between us, and we are so happy we could be there for you.”
Rina gave us a watery smile, but I felt like she was healing right in front of us. She needed to hear that this was a mutual pleasure, and not labor.
I still didn’t let go of her hand. There were a few people watching, but it didn’t matter. Only the three of us did. We weren’t even loud. Some people just like drama. It was in public so I couldn’t bitch about privacy.
“Rina, we haven’t regretted it for a second. We’d do it all over again. This will happen again if you fall for another fuck boy.” I chuckled at my own joke, though I was dead serious. “Are you feeling better now?” I asked, letting go of her hand. Hers and wine were both a tad clammy.
Rina nodded. “Mostly. There is one more thing to talk about, though.”
Dua swallowed. “Hopefully, this will involve less crying? We look like Fynn beats us,” she teased and gently elbowed my ribs.
“Oh, certainly less tears,” Rina confirmed with a giggle. “Though, I think it’s about the same level of gravity.
“Mhmm,” I said, giving her my attention again. “Well, of course we’re listening.
“My other topic of discussion is, when I find that lucky man or woman, do we tell them?”
Dua and I shared a look, knowing exactly what she meant.
“That is quite a conundrum. I mean, surely, that isn’t first date talk, right?” Dua asked with a nervous laugh. “But then we’re in the grounds of when is the right time?”
“My thoughts exactly,” Rina said with a motion of her hand. “My thought is… maybe in bits and pieces? Because honestly, a partner meeting you two is more sacred to me than when they would meet my parents.”
I sat there, leaning back in the booth with my arm around Dua. That was most likely the biggest compliment Rina could have paid me. Rina and I came from different backgrounds, but my parents weren’t exactly… the best. So, I spent a large part of my 20s finding people to teach me the things I wish my parents had. So, that was a huge punch to the gut for me. Rina and Dua both loved their parents, so it may have been a bit of a different meaning for them, but I was incredibly touched.
Our tears had been packed away, so our server came back to grab our orders. After that business was done, we focused again on the dilemma at hand.
“It’s tough, because do you bring it up? How awkward is it going to be when we go on doubles and we’ve all, you know?”
“Exactly!” Rina exclaimed too loudly and then shrank back down.
It did feel a bit odd to have this deep conversation while Rina and Dua were still hiding in plain sight, but it had worked so far.
Dua let out a huff of air. “I guess we figure it out when we get there?”
I nodded slowly. “That might be the move, unfortunately. Should it be a secret we three carry to the grave?” I shrugged. “Will it have to be told to someone whose cool about a whole lot of things? Most definitely. We might have to accept that there might be consequences for the taboo that we’ve done. But for tonight? Let’s suck down some noods and then dance like idiots at a concert.”
Dua and Rina burst into giggles, and Dua tapped my head with her chopsticks. “Why did you have to word it like that?”
XoX
We left dinner earlier than expected, which was quite a treat. Our talk had taken up a bit of time, but the Speedboat hadn’t been as busy as we thought.
Dua and Rina shared the back seat to help each other touch up their makeup while I drove us towards O2 Academy Brixton. It was a hell of a lot larger than where I felt comfortable, but despite me being a crowd hater, I did enjoy large shows.
We got there early enough that our parking spot wasn’t terrible. And this was a clandestine op, so we didn’t even have any special packages or perks. We were here as three of the many.
It was a bold move by Dua and Rina to not have gotten tickets beforehand, but magically, there were a few seats still available. The part that didn’t shock me was that they were the kind of tickets that would have made me close the link online if we’d been going off my salary. But for Dua Lipa, it wasn’t an issue. Rina wasn’t exactly hurting for pounds, either.
The three of us were led by an usher to our right-hand-side box seats. It was more of a balcony, but I’m not exactly a theatre expert. I thought the place was a little small for a Gracy Abrams concert, but I guess it was a loyalty to the venue kind of thing. Dua explained that her first sold-out show in Britain was here.
I volunteered to be our drink gopher. Not only was it a chivalrous thing to do, but I wouldn’t kick up any noise by showing my ID. As much as I knew Dua would have loved a mango margarita, I got her an extra dirty martini for her and Rina. As the DD, I was helping myself to water. One of us had to be responsible anyway.
More people flooded in below us and around. The crew had been setting up for a while, but they were fine-tuning now. Watching the roadies do their thing was more fun for Dua than it was for me. But watching Dua was one of my favorite things to do.
Another 20 minutes later, I had gotten another round of drinks. I was back just in time for the lights to drop around us and the stage lights to kick up. The crowd was making noise before Gracy had even come out.
I had never seen Gracy Abrams in person. When she hit the stage, I started to get the hype. The girl was fucking cute. She was just over 1.5 meters, I would have bet. A cute, dark neck-length bob haircut. I couldn’t see her eyes from where we were, but she had one of those button noses you wanted to teasingly flick.
Her music wasn’t my style, and it didn’t seem like Dua’s either. Had a bit too much of a Sabrina Carpenter with an acoustic guitar for me. Maybe Olivia Rodrigo-like?
I had been right about it not being Dua’s kind of music. About half-way through the concert, she tapped on Rina and I’s shoulders and motioned for us to follow her.
We left our box and headed out of the main theatre seating. This wasn’t behind the curtain. No. We were going backstage.
“Bebe, we don’t have backstage passes,” I pointed out. You know, like an idiot.
It was at that moment Dua pulled her hood back. Dua Lipa backstage at a concert was kind of a big deal. She didn’t really need passes unless it was someone like Elton John. Who also loved her.
We came to the tunnel just shy of the dressing rooms, when someone stopped us.
“Oh, he’s cute!” Were the first words out of Rina’s mouth, and Dua smirked.
“Good evening,” my wife said pleasantly. “Mind if we go by?” She asked casually like we were here for the washroom.
“Sorry, Ms. Lipa.” Of course, he knew who she was. The look on his face said he was up on his news and gossip enough to know who the three of us were. “Ms. Abrams didn’t tell me you were visiting her after the show.”
Dua rolled her eyes. “Probably because I forgot to tell her I wanted to come see her.” She giggled like it was no big deal. “I heard she was having a show that was so close to me. I couldn’t pass up saying hi!”
It was a very believable lie. Had Dua told Gracy we’d be coming? Had she meant to? I was her husband. Not her manager. I had no fucking clue.
The security guy made a face but did let us through. “Please don’t get me fired,” he grumbled.
“If Gracy lets you go, call me,” Dua winked. We had gotten by. We were already in the clear. But no. Dua just had to stop, a gleam in her eyes.
“Dee, what are you thinking?” Rina asked before I could. We both knew this was going to be trouble.
“Just in case Gracy does have a problem with you letting us back here, we should really make it worth your while, don’t you agree?”
Rina’s eyes flew wide, her Bat senses tingling. She tried to run for it, but Dua was quick.
She reached out and just caught Rina’s skirt, pulling it down around her sister’s ankles. Dua remembered Rina wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath.
“Damn you, Dua!” Rina bent over, showing us the full moon as she hastily pulled up her skirt. That moment set the record for Rina’s blush scale.
And the security guy? He was just as beat-red as Rina. I wasn’t sure I had ever seen another man blush so profusely. He wasn’t teasing, wasn’t laughing, and hadn’t rushed to try to pull his phone out. But he also didn’t look angry or ready to toss us out.
Rina had covered her ruby-red face and was making a weird, embarrassed squealing noise while Dua laughed. It wasn’t an evil, sinister laugh. But the laugh of someone who knew that while Rina felt mortified and embarrassed at that moment, it would be a funny story later. And it was.
“Miss, are you okay?” The security guy had rediscovered his voice.
“I’m fine. I just wish Dua wouldn’t have embarrassed me like that!” Rina gave Dua a good slug to the arm.
“Okay, I deserved that, but we did learn that this guy is a gentleman.” Dua giggled, but not obscenely. “You can tell a lot about a man by how he reacts when a beautiful woman gets pantsed.”
The poor security guy, tall as me but two me’s wide, just stammered. “Uh… thank you? I guess? And erm, I’ll let Ms. Abrams know you’re here when she’s done with her concert.”
“Wonderful. Cheers,” Dua said, and ushered us down to Gracy’s room with her arms over me and Rina’s shoulders.
“Was that really necessary?” Rina hissed, rightfully still not over it.
“No, but it was fun, and I think it’ll be worth your time for me to get his number for you from Gracy.”
“Wait. You’d do that?” Rina asked, the sin seemingly forgiven.
“Well, yeah. He’s hot, seems like a nice guy, and you clearly liked what you saw, so….” My wife shrugged, back to being her usual self after that old-school stunt.
We came to Gracy’s door, and Dua knocked before trying the handle. She smiled back at us over her shoulder, telling us it was open.
Dua let herself in and made herself at home. I hadn’t crashed a lot of backstage shows, but I got a feeling that this was a routine thing.
“Hey motra, Gracy left her phone here,” Rina said with a mischievous grin. She clicked on the screen a few times and then let out a satisfying gasp. “Her passcode was her birth year.”
“Oh, you can’t be serious!” Dua grinned, leaning forward on the little couch. “What do you think? Camera roll sabotage?”
“Oh, certainly,” Rina agreed.
It was a weird thing. I felt like a fly on a wall. Like Scrooge watching a scene from the side. These two girls seemed like they were in their early 20s again, like when I had met them. Well, Rina wasn’t even 20. She was only 18 when I first saw her.
I just leaned back against the doorway; arms crossed while the girls used Gracy’s phone like their own little photo booth. They made ridiculous faces, model-like smolders, and duck faces.
I don’t know why I expected them to remember that they weren’t holding one of their phones. Because after some 30 or so pictures, the laughs and faces turned into lustful glances. I was becoming a voyeur of my stunning wife and her hot sister.
At least, I thought I was.
“Come here, bebe,” Dua purred. She put the phone down and motioned for me.
A smile spread across my face as I crossed the room. I wasn’t going to be left out. I would have watched, but playing along was always more fun.
Dua and Rina began to make out right in front of me. There was no gentle teasing, exploring kisses. No. Those were over with. They knew how to kiss each other as well as I knew how to kiss Rina. It was a second to them because Dua’s first nature was kissing me. But honestly, I didn’t mind this being her close second. It was hot, and I knew how much they loved each other.
I wasn’t jealous. Nor was I threatened. These two had known each other for as long as two people could. They knew each other, loved each other, before they knew me. They made room for me, and I for Dua, and then Rina.
There was a feeling in my gut. Like this was the last time the three of us would do this. Looking down into Rina and Dua’s eyes, I think they knew it, too.
They continued to lick each other’s lips, suck each other’s tongues while keeping their hypnotic gazes on me. The exotic beauties pawed at my crotch, teased my zipper, but took their time.
We didn’t know how much time we had before Gracy’s show would be done, but Dua and Rina didn’t seem to be in a rush. They worked on my belt together; not just undoing it but taking it out of my belt loops completely.
Dua let it hit the floor with a clank of the simple buckle. Then, their faces were in my lap. They kissed my thighs, the growing bulge, and where they knew my balls were hidden.
I reached out, a hand in each of their long, silky hair. The eyes they were making at me was enough to make me growl. I couldn’t help but feel that even if Gracy barged in right now, none of us were leaving this room until Rina and Dua had my cum.
My pants were open next. They were practically fighting each other to get my cock out. Dua’s mouth ran up and down my length while Rina wasted no time in sucking my balls. Once I was in the open, the games were over.
“God, I am such a lucky woman,” Dua purred as she rapidly jacked my cock in her hand. “My husband’s cock is every bit as big as his heart.”
Rina let my ball go with a pop. “I hope I get to be so lucky. I wonder what that cute security man is packing,” she said dreamily. “And I hope he’s nice like you think, motra.”
Dua spit on the tip of my deck and slicked it down with her hand. “Trust me; he is. I have a sense for these things.”
Well, she wasn’t wrong. She was right about me. She was right about the three of us working. Dua just knew how to read people, and sometimes her accuracy was frightening.
After that little exchange of hope and promise, I was the center of attention again. Dua and Rina took turns sucking me off, playing with my balls, and playfully giving my thighs love bites. They’d swap spit once in a while, and when it got messy, they’d slather my cock with it.
I was groaning, in blowjob heaven with Albanian beauties, when I felt we were being watched. Turning to the side, I saw that the hairs on my neck stood up for good reason. Gracy Abrams was standing in the doorway where I had been minutes before.
The little cutie stood there with a smile on her face. I was surprised to see she wasn’t mad, or even surprised? She looked entertained.
I looked back down and saw Dua and Rina blissfully unaware of our spectator. They were too lost in kissing each other, in polishing my dick and worshiping my balls.
Before I could give them any kind of heads up, Rina had unzipped Dua’s hoodie, freeing her modest but so kissable breasts. Rina’s hands were on my wife’s tits while my wife’s mouth was slurping up and down my length.
Rina froze only a moment later. I wasn’t sure if Gracy had made some kind of sound, or if she had felt watched like I did. She pulled back to see past Dua, and she saw Gracy.
Gracy just smiled and waved, pointing to Dua who was still happy taking me deep in her throat, eyes closed as she focused.
“Um, Dua…” Rina said, tapping her sister’s shoulder.
Dua slipped her mouth off my cock and took in deep breaths. “Yes?”
Rina put her hand on Dua’s head like a claw and turned. Dua wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her hoodie.
“Oh. Bollucks,” was all my famous wife said, spit still on one corner of her mouth.
“Jeremy told me I had some guests,” Gracy giggled. “I’m flattered, but this isn’t what I expected.” She motioned to my hard, saliva-dripping cock. “Don’t stop. You can’t leave your husband hanging like that.”
Dua smiled playfully and kept stroking me. “Yeah? You don’t mind?”
“Not at all. I just put on a show, so I don’t mind coming back to one,” Gracy teased. She came into the room and sat in a chair off the far end of the couch.
The star of the hour grabbed her phone off the arm of the couch. She must have seen that the camera reel was open as Rina and Dua went back to trying to milk the cum straight out of my balls.
“Aww, these are cute,” Gracy said with a smile. “I’m keeping these.” And like a noble little creature, she tucked her phone under her thigh, settling in to watch, and not taking more pics or recording.
“We can hang out in a minute,” Dua said between kisses to my sensitive cock tip. “This would be the second time we didn’t finish him today if we don’t drain him.”
“Fuck that,” Gracy laughed. “Take your time. All three of you are hot. This is awesome,” she giggled and cracked open a water bottle.
Unfortunately, I was getting close. Thanks to the blowjob I started off the morning with, and. The teasing throughout the day the Albanians had subjected each other to, I spent a lot of the day hard.
“Holy shit, Fynn. Are you okay?” Gracy asked, sounding concerned. Her eyes were on my straining, purple and angry looking crown.
“Y-yeah,” I said as I dug my hands into Dua’s hair and guided her head up and down my length. I couldn’t handle her little kisses and licks anymore. I needed to cum. Rina sucking on my balls like they were candy. “Just… getting damn close.
Gracy leaned over, her forearms resting on her thighs. I had a delicious view of her cleavage, looking down her shiny silver bodysuit. “What if you came all over them? Not in their mouths. I want to see it,” she suggested hungrily.
“Yeah?” I asked. I was almost violently fucking my wife’s face, but I knew her. She was loving it. She was a performer, and I knew she didn’t mind being watched in the right circumstances.
I pulled out, and Dua was smiling up at me, her mouth shiny with spit and precum.
“Fucking do it, bebe. Blast this big fucking nut all over me and Rina. Let Gracy see what sluts we like to be when there aren’t cameras rolling.
I fucking loved when Dua talked dirty to me. And in front of this woman she knew, but I didn’t? Something about that made it ten times hotter. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Gracy laughed like an evil queen. Dua urged me one, and Rina moaned around my nuts when my whole body shuddered and my knees buckled.
Dua’s hands were twisting, shuttling, and milking my length while Rina’s mouth damn near acted like a cock ring.
I came so hard. And so much. My mouth was a gaping hole as I struggled to breathe.
Dua’s hand kept milking, pulling more ropes out of me, painting herself and Rina. A giant smile was on her face the whole time, and a wayward spurt of cum shot across her white veneers.
“That was fucking hot,” Gracy giggled. “I’m in town for a few more days if you freaks have more plans like this. And I’ll make sure Jeremy gets your number, Rina.”