*This story is a Chris Jackson fanfiction and is not based on real events. This is a non-monetized story. This story is fictional, and all characters are 18 or older. This fanfiction is for mature audiences only.*
The morning after Dua and I made the tape (with Rina as our guest star) was a little awkward. Dua and Rina hadn’t spoken to each other during morning coffee, or during breakfast. Rina hadn’t spoken to either of us.
“Fynn, can I talk to you?” Dua asked me quietly. She took my hand and pulled me away from the dishes. As we exited the kitchen, I swore I heard what sounded like a sniffle from Rina.
“I’m not sure what’s going on,” I began, “but this is some bad energy.”
Dua nodded, anxiously playing with her long black braid. “Oh, definitely. I don’t… neither I nor Rina know how to address what happened last night.” My wife sighed and rubbed two fingers over her forehead. “I fucked up, babe. I was overstimulated, and I didn’t mean to just explode.”
“It’s also not every day that you think you’re getting caught by your little sister with cum leaking out of you,” I added. “Maybe before you try to talk to her, you should plan out what you want this conversation to look like.”
Dua laughed. “What? Tell her, ‘Hey Rin. Sorry I exploded at you because I thought you were walking in on me and my husband filming a sex tape we were going to send you anyway?’ That sounds ridiculous, Fynn.”
“Maybe it sounds a little ridiculous.”
I followed where the voice came from, seeing Rina standing in the kitchen doorway. She was holding up her thumb and index finger two millimeters apart.
“Look, there was a lot going on last night, and it clearly spiraled. That might be a sign that I should just go. This got complicated. Fast. I’m sorry.”
Before I could say anything, my wife was across the spacious dining room in a bronze-skinned blur.
“No, Rin. Don’t go.” Dua threw her arms around the younger Albanian woman, holding her close. “I fucked up last night. Maybe Fynn did, too. But it wasn’t you.”
Rina held Dua tightly, not letting her go. “What exactly happened last night? I came in part-way. Missed all the buildup,” she giggled. “I missed the beginning of the porno that explains why you were fucking on video.”
Dua laughed at her sister’s joke, and I was glad to see that nobody was swinging yet. “Well, after we found out you had been watching us when you visit, we decided to make a movie for you.”
Rina blushed a beet-red, and at the same time looked guilty. “You two were filming that for me?” She asked softly. “And I ruined my own surprise by watching.” The younger girl pouted at her over-enthusiastic blunder.
“I knew you were watching us when you whispered how hot what we were doing was,” I revealed. “I should have waved you away. But I thought about how hot it would be when Dua watched the tape back and saw you had joined us.”
That was the first time Dua had heard it, and the way her oak-brown eyes shot open told me that was indeed news to her.
“You’re right, though, Fynn. That would have been blazing hot. I had no idea that Rin was there until the end. But you told me she had been working the vibe for a bit, that she had been there. I was mad at the intrusion and the blown secret, but… I could feel a little extra wetness when you told me just how hands-on she had been.”
Rina and Dua were smiling at each other now, both with a rusty hew to their cheeks from the steamy confessions.
“So, I shouldn’t pack up and run?” Rina asked, biting her full bottom lip.
“No, motra. I definitely don’t want you to go to some kind of hotel. And again, I’m sorry I exploded last night.”
Rina held up her hand, silently telling Dua not to stress about it. When you’re as close to someone as these two were, you don’t always need words.
“We should discuss a few things, though. For instance, if we plan to do more kinky shit. How do we stop more misunderstanding or overstimulated blow-ups?” I asked.
“Fantastic question, darling.” Dua smiled at me. “Rin, we were making the video because Fynn is a very giving lover. I wanted you to see the pleasure and the love Fynn shows me. You deserve it, too, and I want you to have it.”
Rina smiled, and her eyes got a little glassy. “I’m sorry I was snooping now. I’m sorry I interrupted that. That would have been such a sweet gift. And hot.” She laughed as she wiped away a tear. “I’m still going to want that video, though.”
Dua laughed this time and took her sister’s hands. “We were talking last night when I started to cool down. Fynn and I want to make a second video. With you, this time.”
“With me?” Rina asked, clearly confused.
“Yes. We want you to be the star. Dua wants me to pamper you the way I pamper her. She wants you to experience that. As long as she’s there for the whole thing, I’m okay with that. I don’t ever want to do a thing with another woman without Dua knowing every little thing about it.”
Rina’s eyes filled with tears again, and she had the cutest little smile. “Dee, you want to share your husband with me?” Then, she turned to me. “Are you comfortable with this, Fynn? If Dua’s right there with us?”
I nodded and smiled confidently. “Dua and I have shared each other with a close friend once before, and it went well. For both of us. If you think you’re interested, we’d love to do it again.”
“Well, you two can. I’ll be satisfied to watch with a vibrator and a glass of wine,” my wife laughed, but the sentiment Rina needed to hear was there. I’d also believe it when I saw it. Dua wasn’t a woman who could just handle the sidelines.
“I-I’ve never had an arrangement presented like this before. How do we do this? Do we put it on a calendar? Do I just get a surprise visit?”
I tilted my head to the side in thought. “Fair questions. Dua and I just kind of sprang it on our friend the one time we did this. It just happened there, in the moment.” I wasn’t about to tell Rina that the friend was Delilah, someone she knew well, too.
A wicked, salacious grin filled my gorgeous wife’s face. “I like the idea of surprising you.” She reached out and hefted Rina’s breasts in her hands, surprising me. “Imagine Fynn and I, just playing with this little body of yours whenever we wanted to. Or you play with mine?” She teased her.
Rina swallowed, her eyes shimmering with lust and excitement instead of unshed tears. “Fuck,” she shuddered. “This is quite the turn from the eviction I was afraid of.” She giggled, sounding all kinds of anxious yet horny.
“So, what do you say?” Dua pressed. “Shall we hit play on Operation Horny House, and then we can decide when we want to film our sensual masterpiece?”
Rina licked her lips, her dark eyes flicking back and forth between us. “That sounds amazing, and I think I might already be getting a touch wet just thinking about it.”
Dua decided to instantly cash in on the free use idea by grabbing the waistband of Rina’s sleep shorts. She tugged them open and Rina gasped at the sudden action. Dua slipped her hand inside, feeling her sister’s snatch.
“Shit, you are getting wet,” Dua confirmed, rubbing her fingers up and down Rina’s folds.
“Ah! Dua!” Rina squeaked. She grabbed my wife’s wrist but didn’t seem to stop her. “You’re touching me like this right in front of your husband? I mean—that isn’t to say you’ve touched me before like this away from him….”
I just laughed. “Don’t mind me. This is hot as fuck.” I looked down, noting the erection that was starting to swell up and harden. Of course I could feel it, but drawing attention to it made the girls look.
“Damn, baby. You do like this.” With the ease of a practiced dancer that Dua was, she easily spun Rina around. The younger beauty’s back was pulled to Dua’s front, my wife’s fingers never leaving her cunt. “Enjoying the sight of your sexy wife pleasuring her sweet sister?”
I undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. The rigid outline of my cock was clear and present under my sleek micro modal boxer-briefs.
“Fuck, look how hard he is for you,” Rina breathed.
Dua laughed, whimsically shaking her head. “Darling, he’s hard for us.” The taller woman started rubbing faster, hitting Rina’s clit.
Rina’s breath hitched and then she shuddered. Her knees started to buckle, Rina’s doused pussy making sweet squelching sounds. Dua ruthlessly plundered that juicy crevice as I fisted my cock.
“Look at Fynn, Rin. Watch him jerk himself off as he touches himself to me, pleasuring you. How do you feel?”
“Hot. Fucking naughty.” Rina tried to giggle, but Dua applied pressure to her g-spot to make her yelp.
“And? What else?” Dua prodded.
“I feel sexy. Wanted. Desired.” Rina panted, both hands on Dua’s forearm, barring her hands from escape. Not that there was any chance of Dua wanting to break free.
“That’s a good girl,” Dua purred into her sister’s ear. “Now, I want you to cum for us. Cum around my fingers. Get them all slick and creamy while my husband beats his cock.”
I groaned at my wife’s dirty talk, knowing she was putting on a show for me, ordering her baby sister to cum. It wasn’t for any one of us, any pair of us. But for all three of us. Rina’s climax would be something bonding us together for the duration of her stay.
Rina dutifully followed the order, not leaning back against Dua’s chest, but folding over forward.
The scream of bliss that ruptured from Rina’s mouth almost sounded agonizing. But the way her hips rode the other Albanian’s hand told me it was nothing but raptured pleasure.
“Oh, my fucking God! Dua!” Rina cried, her hands bracing on the floor as Dua didn’t let up.
I could see a soaked patch on Rina’s sleep shorts. Which meant her panties were saturated. Both women were heavy soakers, which was good to know.
By the time Rina was coming undone in Dua’s wicked grasp, my own cock was swollen and fully hard. The tip was red and angry. My balls were heavy and close to my body.
Dua removed her hand from Rina’s shorts, and with the wet hand, grabbed the nape of her sister’s neck. She guided Rina in front of me.
“Knees,” Dua said shortly, bucking no argument.
I continued to shuttle my hand over my steely length as Rina dropped down and looked up at me with a face of submission.
“Paint her, Fynn. Cover that gorgeous face with a heavy load.”
I wasn’t about to tell my wife no, and I wouldn’t have had long to.
After three more bumps, my lower back shot forward, and I came. I came hard. My vision blurred for a moment as the red-hot ecstasy blinded me.
I heard a squeal from Rina, and a sound that could only be described as a satisfied purr from my wife.
One hand, then two, were around my still pulsing and discharging length. Opening my eyes again, I saw that it was a hand from Rina and a hand from Dua.
Dua was standing behind me, giving me a reach-around while Rina was still on her knees. The globs and ropes of my release decorated her beautiful face.
“Christ.” I chuckled and wiped my forehead.
Dua decided she hadn’t finished yet. She joined Rina in front of me and wrapped her glossy lips around the head of my spent cock.
Rina took some initiative, shaking off the shock of it all. With my load still on her face, she started to lick my balls, and the sac between.
“Holy shit.” I growled as the two exotic beauties cleaned me off and made a slobbery mess in equal measures.
Dua released me with a pop. She serviced me a little too long, getting me half up again. There was a hungry glimmer in her eyes as she took in the sight of Rina’s creamy face.
Grabbing her sister’s shoulders, Dua leaned in close and began licking the strings, sucking the globs off her face.
Rina seemed to be stunned, not sure what to do. Had she never been part of a kinky act like this with two other people? Was it because of who we were? People so close to her.
“Rin? You okay?” I asked carefully as Dua helped her up.
“Yeah.” She said with a nod. “That was just… intense. But I really liked it.”
The poor girl moved into the kitchen. As she filled up a glass with water, she said, “If that’s part of my rent, I accept.”
Dua and I shared equally hungry glances. And Rina caught both.
“Oh Lord.” She giggled.
“Sooner or later, we’ll make that video.” Dua’s promise sounded like it was equal parts threat and promise. The authority she said it with made Rina shiver, a trickle of water escaping down the corner of her mouth.
“Rina,” I said, “if this feels like too much, please tell us.”
The younger Albanian shook her head. “No, sir. This is fantastic,” she purred. “After my shitty, half-interested boyfriend, this feels like just what I need.”
Dua smiled and clasped her sister’s hand in both of hers. “I’m glad you’re staying with us, Rina. This is exactly what I was hoping for.”
XoX
That same night, the three of us had worked together to make a small Indian feast for dinner. We had managed to mostly keep our hands off each other for most of the day.
However, we were sickeningly sweet with fleeting touches, words, and kisses. It was easy to make Rina feel like an extension of Dua and me. She and Dua had known each other as long as two people could.
As for Rina and me, the attraction was easy flowing and strong. I met her soon after meeting Dua. Of course, Rina had been skeptical as to my intentions. How could a rising pop star like Dua Lipa fall for a normal guy like me?
The only way to earn trust is with time. Saying “you can trust me” is something a liar with bad intentions would say.
It took two years of Dua and I being together for Rina to finally relax and trust me. It took a few years after that for us to start flirting.
Dua and I had a lengthy conversation about flirting. Rina had started it, and Dua was okay with it. She said she felt no jealousy about it because she didn’t feel threatened. Dua knew I was hers. She thought it was cute. When I started to casually flirt back, Dua informed me it turned her on a bit.
Someone else flirting with, wanting her man but not having him, made her hot. So, given the circumstances, this actually felt like a natural progression. Especially since Dua and I have entered our sharing stage.
Which brought us to that evening, the three of us around the table.
The atmosphere was relaxed, with a little sexual charge making the room feel heady. Dua and Rina just shared glances, and I was intrigued.
“Dua, I can’t help but keep thinking about it.” Rina suddenly put her silverware down and took another sip of wine. “This morning, you made me cum. Then we made Fynn cum.”
Dua scrunched her black brows together and her full lips became a straight line. “And? Has something changed you need to talk about?” My wife asked. It wasn’t challenging, but genuinely sounding concerned.
“Yes and no,” Rina said cryptically. “What we need to talk about is neither your husband nor I have made you cum yet.”
I quirked one eyebrow and both of Dua’s shot up.
“That needs to change.” Rina said nothing else as she slid herself under the table. “Just have a nice dinner between the two of you. Pretend I’m not even down here.”
I looked at Dua quizzically, but she just shrugged. As we casually chatted away, she let out a little ‘yip’ sound.
“Rina, what are you doing down there?” Dua hissed under the table. I didn’t catch the younger woman’s response, but the blush on my wife’s cheeks told me it wasn’t innocent.
“Everything alright, dear?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know Dua’s little sister was under the table. There was no doubt in my mind that she was about to do some naughty things to my sweetheart. And I was here for it.
“E-everything’s fine,” Dua said breathlessly, with a shaky smile on her face.
“Are you hot, babe? Your face is turning a little pink.” I knew exactly what was going on. I could hear the wet sounds coming from under the table. It sounded just like when I feverishly eat Dua’s pussy.
“I said I’m fine. Mph,” Dua cleared her throat, and then took a sharp breath.
Rina must have touched her clit.
Dua’s face was beat-red, and she was beginning to sweat. I don’t know why we were pretending I didn’t know Rina was feasting on Dua’s snatch instead of dinner.
I tilted my head to the side. Because it was fucking hot, that’s why.
I took my time eating and taking deliberate bites. I purposefully talked about things at work. Despite Dua making more money than I’d ever seen, I still liked having a job.
Dua tried to look like she was listening. She really did. But she couldn’t. Rina was busy slurping greedily on my wife’s naughty bits. I could hear it clearly.
“Are you paying attention, babe? You seem distracted,” I teased, but gave none of the game away. Of course she was distracted.
“Hm? Karen, right? Did she steal office supplies again?”
She was completely off, but it was an admirable attempt.
I shake my head and cross my arms, pretending to be upset. “Honey, I don’t understand what’s going on with you. Are you feeling ill?”
“Me? Sick? Of course not.” She was stammering; her breath was short like she had just run a marathon. The grip on her fork was white knuckled.
I knew Rina did something particularly good down there because Dua let out a low moan, and her eyes rolled back. I heard Rina giggle mischievously. Then Dua slumped down in her chair.
“Ah! Rina?” My wife asked her sister, her breaths coming in short. “What are you…? Oh! Oh God!”
Us pretending Rina wasn’t fucking Dua under the table was over. Foreplay was done, and it was time to make Dua soak our dining room hardwood floor.
“Oh! Oh my God! You’re licking my clit so good! And that’s your finger in my ass! Oh shit!” Dua described for me what I couldn’t see, but what I could hear and see the effects of.
“Yeah baby? How does it feel?” I asked, leaning forward on my elbows. My extremely attractive wife was being pleasured by another gorgeous woman I trusted with my wife’s life.
I was completely unbothered by this. I knew this would stop the moment I asked it to. But I didn’t have a problem at all. I also knew I could jump in at any time. Watching, however, was like watching real life porn. More than any VR could ever do.
I knew I wanted to take Rina this evening. Dua and I had already talked about it. So, I was more than happy to stay in my pants, watch this unfold, and be completely secure in this exchange.
“Don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Dua said through gritted teeth. Her fingers were white knuckling on the edge of the table as Rina did something debaucherous below it.
Rina had secretly watched us have sex multiple times over the years when she’d visit. She sent us the proof. She knew very well what my wife was into.
“Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Suck my clit just like that! Fuck!”
While my wife talked shit to her dearest sister, I just smiled. I knew she was close. There was also a funny feeling in my gut that if she had been wearing panties, they were gone now. It’s what she got for wearing a mid-thigh skirt when she knew the kind of games the three of us were playing today.
In just another minute, Dua was gasping for air, her eyes widening. She looked like she was trying not to slap her hands on the table as she came.
I leaned back in my chair with a satisfied smile on my face. “Happy, Rina?” I asked our guest.
A second later, she popped up from under the table, an award-winning grin on her wet face. My wife’s panties were in her hand.
“Extremely satisfied.”
XoX
I had just come out of the bathroom, still towel-drying my hair. Dua was sitting at the foot of our bed, perfectly naked. She was applying a decadent cocoa lotion to her perfect skin.
With a smile, she looked over at me, curious. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
I dropped my towel and walked to stand in front of her. Hooking my finger under her chin, I made her look up at me.
“You are so fucking gorgeous. Everything about you is perfect for me. I just love you.”
I was sure Dua opened her mouth to say something equally squishy back, but I didn’t let her speak.
With her mouth open, I kissed her hard, plundering her sweet mouth with my tongue. She had just brushed her teeth, so she tasted like mint, freshness, and mine.
When we broke the kiss, we were both panting and needy.
“I think it’s time we make Rina her little video.” Dua giggled. She had a skin care routine to finish first, but it allowed me to plan out just what to do.
“Rina’s stressed after the boyfriend situation and trying to find a new place. We want her to experience the sensual attention of a caring partner, right?”
“All correct,” Dua confirmed as she rubbed the sweet-smelling cream onto her arms.
“What better way to fix all of that than with a massage?”
“A happy ending massage?” Dua asked knowingly.
I grabbed the bottle of our favorite pH balanced coconut oil and a towel.
“Feel free to start without me, Fynn. I’ll join you in a second when I’m ready.” She winked, letting me know she had her own surprise for me and Rina.
Grabbing my supplies, I left our room and stalked across the upstairs floor of the house. I knocked gently on Rina’s door.
Rina didn’t keep me waiting long. She was wearing a cute tank top and light rayon sleep shorts when she opened the door to me.
“Oh, hey Fynn.” She looked a little surprised to see just me. “Everything okay?” Her perfectly tweezed eyebrows were drawn together in a straight line.
“Everything’s great,” I said calmly. Then, I held up the towel and massage oil. “Things have been a little crazy for you lately, so Dua and I figured you could do with a massage.”
Rina’s shoulders dropped right before my eyes. Her bottom lip protruded adorably. With wide, dark eyes, she nodded aggressively. “That sounds so good. Thank you, Fynn.”
She opened the door wider for me and let me in. I put the oil bottle on the nightstand and laid out the towel.
“How much do you want me to dress down?” Rina asked. There was no teasing. No seduction. That classy British accent she had obtained from living most of her life in the U.K. was asking a genuine massage question.
“As much as makes you comfortable, for now. You might want to go full topless, though. I’ll turn my back.”
Without Dua here, me and Rina’s usual teasing, our flirting and zest were completely gone. We both loved and respected Dua to the point that without her even being in the room, we would only be friends. I had my wife’s blessing. She was going to join us soon.
Rina and I both knew what this was, but without Dua here, neither of us seemed able to pull the trigger.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Rina said, her voice even. It wasn’t chipper and happy like I expected.
I turned around, already rubbing the sweet-smelling oil on my hands. “Is this just a relaxation massage, or is there a particular spot that bothers you? I know I came to you, but it’s good for me to know.”
Rina considered my question as I started rubbing my warmed-up hands on her back. “Um, relaxation, I guess. You and Dua helping me unpack saved a lot of the load. But stress is still stress.”
That was when my phone pinged.
“That might be the Misses,” I said and slipped my hand into my sweatpants pocket. Pulling my phone out and glancing at the screen, I saw it was indeed my better half.
The message was simple. Here I come.
The door pushed open, and both Rina and I looked towards the door.
In swept Dua, her long, silky black hair perfectly brushed and around her shoulders. Black stilettos just because she could. Thigh-highs and garters. Crotchless. Fucking. Panties. Demi-cup black lace bra peeking out from a Japanese style silk robe.
“Fuck,” Rina and I said in unison.
The smile that graced Dua’s face was perfect. She was a goddess and she knew it. But when she made the two people she loved most in the world speechless? Her cold fox act cracked, and she preened under our sincere praise.
“I love you two back,” she said before taking her seat. She raised her wine glass and took a sip. Then she said, “Rina, I have a tripod set up in the doorway. If you don’t want us to film my husband ruining you with a multitude of sensual orgasms, speak now.”
Rina let out a shaky breath. “No. I want it to be recorded. Please.” Her breath was nothing more than a whisper, and her plea to have this moment immortalized for only the three of us made my cock twitch.
My hands never stopped moving along the warm, smooth plains of Rina’s back. She was sleeker and less muscular than Dua.
Dua was tight muscled from years of dancing, strong but streamlined. Rina was thinner, modelesque, as her job called for. Both women were stunning, and there I was, with both of them.
The massage carried on like a normal massage. Our breathing, a satisfied moan here and there, and the occasional sip of wine from Dua were the only sounds.
After massaging Rina’s back, her sides, and the backs of her legs, her little booty was the only thing left before asking her to flip over.
Her panties were still on but removing them was a task Dua considered worthy of putting her wine down to do herself.
And of course, Dua couldn’t just take them off. She made a seductive show of kissing around Rina’s lower back. Her pink tongue made teasing arcs over Rina’s perfect, glowing skin.
“Oh, good. You used the coconut oil,” Dua purred. She began to slowly peel down Rina’s light pink underwear, her tongue and lips following it.
Rina let out a sharp, surprised little gasp as she felt her big sister’s tongue trace the valley of her ass crack. “Holy shit,” the younger woman breathed.
When Dua came up victorious with the cute, little pink garment, there was a beaming smile on her face. “As you were, honey.” She reclaimed her throne on the side of the bed, inhaling Rina’s scent from the fabric as she did so.
“Fuck,” I rumbled from deep in my throat. My hands were back on Rina, freshly warmed and oiled to massage the round ass in front of me.
Turning my head but keeping my hands busy, I saw Dua watching intently. Her eyes were half-lidded, mouth partly open. But her hands… She was massaging one of her breasts, and the other was between her legs. She was pleasuring herself through the opening of her crotchless panties. With Rina’s underwear.
I groaned from watching my wife touch herself with her baby sister’s panties. The same little sister that was under my hands. My hands that were pulling that sister’s ass apart as I ‘massage’ her. It was a thinly veiled grope, but her sighs said I was doing fine.
“Don’t forget Rin’s inner thighs, babe. That area carries a lot of tension,” Dua helpfully informed me.
Not only was she right, but it would also make the massage even more intimate. Closer. And she was expressly telling me to take it there.
I applied more oil to my hands and rubbed them together. “Rina, can you spread your…” She was already opening her hips, bending one leg at the knee to give me better access.
Dua couldn’t keep her hands to herself. She sat down on the bed, on the other side of Rina.
While I massaged Rina’s glutes and the inside of her thighs, Dua massaged her shoulders and mid-back.
Rina hummed contentedly, two sets of warm and oiled hands delighting her slim body. “This is so nice. Thanks, you two,” she purred.
“Our pleasure,” Dua said, all sensuality and seduction. “And I have my phone, and Fynn’s phone, set up on different parts of the room.”
“Oh?” Rina asked with a start as the back of my hand brushed her sensitive, puffy, and hairless vulva.
“Three different angles between our phones and the tripod. I can put them into editing software and make us one hell of a keepsake.” Dua was excited as any one of us.
Rina didn’t complain about our combined attention, even with my thumbs brushing her sensitive taint. “I’ve never had a massage that was so… inclusive,” she giggled.
“And we’ve only done one side,” I said with a smirk. Only Dua saw it, but Rina shivered. She must have heard it in my tone.
“Time to turn over, motra,” Dua purred, reaching under her sister to teasingly grope her breasts.
“Do I get a towel to cover up?” Rina asked, sounding so innocent.
“Do you really want one?” Dua challenged. These sisters really liked to play out their scenes.
It was fun for me, too. Dua and I never really role-played. We just… did what we wanted to each other. Did what the other needed. But this teasing playfulness, these little bits of acting. It was a new and fun device. Like another kind of bedroom toy.
Rina slipped her arm under her chest to cover up and then turned over. Once laying down, she used her other hand to cover her pussy.
It was a cute act, and it would make a good private video. I had yet to see her totally nude, so it was an effective tease to me.
Dua re-oiled from our shared coconut oil bottle. She eased her hands under Rina’s arm, covering her boobs and massaging them before I had a good peak.
I chuckled and shook my head as I rubbed Rina’s tight stomach. She still covered her pussy, and my hands rubbed against hers as I worked the tops of her legs and inner thighs.
The younger woman’s dark eyes were closed, and there was a blissed-out look on her face.
This was equal parts groping and real massage.
As I noted the arousal factor in the room, Rina was riding high on it. My hands were teasingly close to her core and Dua was fondling her chest. My wife’s palms rubbed against her sister’s nipples, keeping them sheltered from my view.
Rina was rubbing the heel of her own hand on her clit, letting out little moans as she did it.
“Rina, it’s time to move your hand. This was supposed to be our massage for you,” Dua tutted as she let her hands fall from Rina’s perky tits.
The oiled-up woman on the table gave a scandalized gasp. In a move to cover her breasts again, she gave up her most intimate part.
Dua caught her hands and pulled them above Rina’s head. “Go ahead, darling. Give her the rest of her massage.” Dua winked.
I smiled down at Rina, framing her dripping pussy with my hands. My thumbs played with her folds. “Would you like me to finish?” I would not continue without her actual consent. This had the feeling of a game, but I needed to be 100 percent sure.
Rina bit that sexy bottom lip and nodded. She gave me a breathy “Yes,” and spread her legs.
I had full access to her pretty cunt, and I planned to make it worth her while.
Dua did the honor of pouring more coconut oil onto my hands, and I rubbed them together.
Rina laid before me, anxiously biting her thumb. Her foot teasingly rubbed up the leg of my sweatpants.
I started by rubbing her vulva, getting it warm and slick. My thumbs ran up and down her folds, making her gasp.
Rina’s back arched and she mewled. She was so fucking wet. So needy.
“F-Fynn, please!” Rina pleaded. She couldn’t do anything to make me touch where she needed except by trying to move her hips into my hand. Dua still had her by the wrists.
I slipped a single finger into her, moving it slowly. She was so fucking wet. So damn tight.
As I kept working Rina’s pussy with languid wrist movements, Dua told her, “Open your mouth, motra.”
Rina looked up, her eyes full of trust. She opened her mouth, tongue out. She received the gift of my wife’s spit in a slow, long string that ran down the back of her tongue.
“Fuck.” I groaned while watching the exquisite sight. I added a second finger easily but kept the touch sensual as the two sisters kissed.
It was heated, passionate, full of mutual lust and devotion. Just seeing that kiss itself could have made my cock hard had I not been already.
I decided I had done enough fingering work. Popping the top off the coconut oil one more time, I squirted it right onto Rina’s waiting core.
The oil wasn’t cold, but the temperature difference was enough. Enough to make the heated-up girl moan into Dua’s mouth.
Dua hungrily swallowed the shameless sound. She gathered Rina’s wrists into one hand, allowing her to grope her dear sister’s chest.
Rina bucked right into my waiting mouth when Dua pinched a pebbled brown nipple.
The perfect ambush.
When Rina raised her hips, it pushed her flushed folds right into my pushed-out tongue.
As soon as I had contact with that warmth, that wetness, I had to stop myself from diving in. Her own flavor mixed with the sweet coconut. It was heaven. It was dangerously good.
Dua was getting a massage tomorrow whether she liked it or not. I needed to do this with her again after this.
In just five passes of my flattened tongue, Rina was a quivering mess.
Dua had released Rina’s hands, but they were in Dua’s hair now.
“Fynn, I’m… going to cum!” Rina whined as I suckled on her clit.
“Don’t just tell me, Rin. Do it.” It was a whispered order, but an order, nonetheless.
“It’s okay, motra. Let go. Flood my husband’s mouth with how much you love this.”
After my wife’s encouragement, she cried out, back coming off the bed.
I slipped my hands under Rina’s ass and held her core up to my face as I rapidly flicked my tongue over her sensitive clit.
It wasn’t quite squirt, but it was a gush of tangy wetness that blended with the coconut so well I rolled my eyes back.
It wasn’t a quick orgasm by any means. I drew out her climax by pushing a finger back into her quivering wetness while it fluttered and pulsed.
I sucked on her clit, her folds, lapping up her discharge and copious cream. She and Dua kissed some more as I cleaned her up. The three of us seemed quite content.
And that was the secret.
We were happy. The three of us felt secure. Safe. No secrets. No curtains or padlock doors. Everything was out in the open. In harmony. And it felt good.
I got back up to my knees. Before I could wipe what I… what we had done to Rina from my mouth….
Dua was there. Kissing me. Licking my face, my jaw. She saw to any part of me that had arousal remnants.
“Fantastic, darling. You did wonderful,” Dua praised me, rubbing her hands on my chest.
“Wait, Fynn,” Rina protested as she braced herself up on her forearms. “You didn’t get off. We didn’t even touch your cock.”
I shook my head. “This massage experience wasn’t about me or Dua getting off, Rin. This is about you. Tonight was making sure that you had a sensual experience where you felt cherished and precious.”
Rina’s breath caught, and her eyes got classy.
“Oh motra, don’t cry!” Dua pleaded, taking her sister’s hand. “We planned it this way. I know about the string of self-centered and ignorant men—boys—you’ve been tying yourself down with. Fynn and I wanted to give you a night to be luxuriated with orgasms and pleasures. To not feel like you had to pay it back.”
“You don’t owe anybody a damn thing, Rin. It’s shitty you’ve never had a man that would give you this much pleasure just for the sake of it.”
Dua cut in. “Some of my favorite sensual times with Fynn have been when I’ve been hit with a period. Fynn knows that a big balm for my cramps is putting me in bed. He puts a hot pad on my belly and then fingers me to climax.”
“I know she’ll be too tired to reciprocate or feel too deep in the yuck. But it’s not about that. Sometimes Dua can’t sleep, so I’ll be big spoon, and I’ll finger her till she cums and then she’ll sleep like a baby.”
Rina didn’t say a word. She just tucked her knees under her chin and listened.
“Fynn can have a horrible day at the office. He’ll sit in his favorite chair, I’ll kneel on a pillow, and I’ll suck his cock until he unloads in my mouth while he vents.” Dua shrugged. “Sex isn’t a cure for everything. But healthy partners can, and should, be able to give their partners pleasure because they want to. Because they know their partner needs it. Selfish loving isn’t love.”
Rina wiped her eyes, removing silent tears. “Thanks, you two. I… I’m definitely taking notes.” She let out a strangled laugh. “And that massage, that incredible climax, seriously helped with my stress.”
Dua smiled. “We knew it would, Rin. That’s why we did it. And knowing you needed it is why we don’t want anything back.”
My wife offered me her hand, and I took it as our cue to gather our phones and leave Rina to rest.
“But right now? I’m going to take my man back to our room, and I’m going to ride him like a bull.”