*This fanfiction is a Chris Jackson original. It is a fictional story for entertainment only.*
XoX
I sat in my car, pinching the bridge of my nose. “C’mon, Fynn. Let it go. Go the fuck inside.” I growled at myself.
My phone pinged, Snapping me out of my dark cloud.
Bebe? Where are you? 🥺
If anyone could make me forget about the office, it would be Dua Lipa. My famous, stunning, loving wife. A hug and whispered sweet nothings, even if they were in Albanian, always went a long way.
I turned off my average car. I could drive a Jaguar or a BMW. Something fancy. But I wanted to drive a car that reflected my salary, and not my wife’s.
I wasn’t resentful of Dua making hand-over-fist more money than me. Hell no. I just didn’t want to be the only collector’s car in the garage. It’d be a stupid way to put a target on my back.
Upon opening the door, I expected to see Dua or her sister Rina around. But I didn’t see either of them.
“Dua?” I called into the house.
“Bebe?” She called back, coming into view. Her face sank when she saw me.
It must have been glaringly obvious that I wasn’t in a good mood.
Rina was behind her a second later and then frowned, too. “You don’t look like today was a good day,” she said softly.
I let out a sad little huff. “Tried to leave the mood behind in the car.”
“Oh, honey,” Dua said, her full lips pouting. “Come here.” She pulled me right into the hug I needed.
As I expected, Dua whispered something that sounded sweet and loving into my ear, but I didn’t understand more than three words.
“Holy shit, motra. That’s hot as fuck,” Rina giggled from behind our embrace.
“Wait, what?” I scrunched my brows in surprise. “She wasn’t just whispering cute affirmations?”
Rina laughed. “Dude, if she actually plans on doing what she said, you’re in for a good-ass night.”
Dua pulled back from our hug. “Did you think all the times I’ve been whispering Albanian to you, they were little sweet things?” She let out a chuckle to let me know how naïve I’ve been all these years.
“And Rina, what makes you think you’re not invited? I can’t run a spa day for my man all by myself.” Dua tossed her long black hair back and laughed like a Disney villain. “This is a two-slut mission.”
“A two-slut mission?” I parroted back, my tone being one of pure amusement.
“That’s what I said,” Dua confirmed. “You’re overstressed, and you need to relax. Let the Lipas take care of you, darling.”
“After the massage and video you two did for me, I’m more than happy to help,” Rina purred. She was already running her hand over my chest.
Dua was rubbing my shoulders, up the base of my neck. “Would you like that, bebe? Would you like an entire day of Rina and I pampering you? Helping you relax, keeping your balls empty.”
I could only shudder in response.
“Oh, Fynn does like it!” Rena snickered before I could form a verbal response.
I rolled my eyes. “Well duh, Rena. So, is this a 24-hour starting now deal? Or we start tomorrow morning kind of thing?” I was ready to get this deal started. No straight man alive would turn that deal down.
Dua smiled seductively. “It’s your treatment day, sweetheart. You decide.”
I let out a huff, running a hand through my hair. “Let’s start tomorrow. A full day of just… relaxing. I don’t want to make decisions. Don’t want to think. I just want to breathe and feel good.” Starting at once had crossed my mind, but I wanted to wake up knowing it was going to be the best day ever.
Dua smiled and Rina had the sweetest little pout on her face.
“That sounds wonderful,” my wife gushed. “I’m looking forward to giving you that.”
“I know Pamper Day is tomorrow, but you were late in coming home, so Dua and I started dinner a while ago.”
It’s my turn to have my smile drop again. “I’m sorry I’m late, girls.” Not just because I don’t usually want them taking care of me, but because Dua and I fucking love making dinner together. Rina also can’t cook to save her life. The Lord knows the girl tries, but the output doesn’t equal the quality of her spirit.
Rina headed to the kitchen first; Dua and I followed hand-in-hand. She shot me a grimace, telling me how she thought it went.
“Oh, no! No!” Rina whined, running to the oven with curls of dark gray smoke starting to sneak out. She looked at the oven temp read out. “475! I it was supposed to be 375!”
Dua was at her sister’s side in a flash, grabbing oven mitts and wrenching the door open. Smoke and… burning tomato smell? Something burned and cursed assaulted the open air of the kitchen.
Was that poor black block lasagna? If it had been, it was a large charcoal briquette coming out of the oven.
“Fuck me,” Rina groaned as Dua put the lost soul on top of the stove. “It looks like a delivery night. Maybe something frozen tonight?”
I frowned as I watched the girls stare at the blackened brick of what was once cheese, sauce, and noodles. “Unfortunately, that looks like the thing to do. I’m sorry, Rin.”
“She worked hard on that. Wouldn’t even let me touch it,” Dua said.
That was enough to tell me the dish would have sucked, but we would have suffered through it because Rina tried.
“It’s been a while since we just had pizza and salad, anyway,” Rina yielded. “Strict diets and what.”
I wasn’t on a strict diet of my own accord. I still had my snacks and all that, but I usually ate what Dua did because that’s just how we lived. The gym wasn’t a foreign place to me by any means, but both Dua and Rina worked harder than I did.
I wasn’t a slouch, but their jobs and images required them to be goddesses.
XoX
The night was as incredibly average as I could have imagined. We shared a large pizza (that I had with much less guilt than the Lipas) and we had our salads.
The delivery guy nearly shat himself when it was Dua Lipa that answered the door. I usually picked up and tipped just so we didn’t become a house that delivery people fought for. We were in a rich neighborhood, which meant that a £100 tip just sometimes happened.
Dua Lipa answering the door in a fitted tank top and leggings wasn’t an everyday occurrence for everyone, however.
After dinner, I used the elliptical while the girls did yoga together, and then they did some Dance Dance Revolution. Playing DDR with them wasn’t my thing but watching them certainly was.
After our workouts, we hit the shower. Because it was Dua Lipa, of course our shower was huge. Far more than enough room for two people, which meant Rina invited herself to join. Neither me nor Dua kicked her out.
Even though my R&R Day didn’t start yet, both women happily washed my hair and soaped me down. Again, I wasn’t about to complain.
Everything after that stayed surprisingly mild, though. We just watched a movie and then went to bed. Rina even stayed the night in her guest room instead of trying to shack with us.
The morning of my R&R Day started with a bang, though.
I felt the blankets and sheets being pulled away. Could just be Dua rolling over and taking the blankets with her.
But then the sound of giggles cracked through my sleepy subconscious. Two sets of giggles. Then my underwear was pulled down my legs.
That was not just Dua rolling over.
I slowly opened my eyes, and then they got really fucking wide.
Dua and Rina were both on my bed, as I expected from the giggles. But they weren’t just any set of pajamas. No.
Dua was in an all-black set of lingerie; garters and stockings included. Rina wore the sister set, all white.
“Did I die in my sleep?” I asked the sisters with a chuckle.
“No,” my wife giggled. “But you may die of a heart attack before the day’s over.”
Rina leveled me with a sultry smile. “Dee and I have been talking, and we’ve decided that this is all we’ll be wearing today.
My pulse quickened and I licked my lips. I could already feel my cock hardening.
As if the girls could feel the change, Dua moved her hand from my thigh to find my growing bulge. She turned to Rina with a smile and said, “Oh, he loves our outfit decision.”
I rolled my neck to look at my alarm clock. 9 a.m. “You girls are starting early,” I chuckled. “Like you want to open presents on Christmas.”
Dua bit her lip, sitting up on her knees. I watched her put her hands on her sister’s slim hips. “Fynn, can I unwrap one of your presents?”
“Oh, by all means. But do it slowly. Don’t damage the wrapping.”
Rina fanned herself dramatically. “Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever liked being objectified so much.” She giggled. “Being talked about like I’m just some kind of present for you… I’m already a little wet!”
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face at Rina’s cheek-pinkening admission.
Dua smiled playfully, cocking an eyebrow. “I should check and see what that’s all about. Figure out why you get wet so easily.” Then a knowing smirk pulled across her lips. “Maybe it’s because…”
“No! You shut your mouth!” Rina was already giggling. “Don’t you dare say it’s because I’m such a little slut!”
The three of us were easily laughing, even as Dua peeled off her little sister’s panties.
Dua pressed the pearl-white garment to her face and inhaled. “Yeah. She’s definitely worked up,” the older sister teased, and handed me the panties.
I sniffed them too and smiled. “Aren’t we lucky? Having such a needy little toy.”
“Little toy?” Rina parroted indignantly. “I-I’m not just a…” but Dua cut her off by stuffing her own panties in her mouth. And then stuffed two fingers in her cunt.
Rina rolled her eyes back so far it was almost comical. But I could already hear the wet sloshing Dua’s fingers made inside her. And she had just started.
Rina really did have an objectification kink. Dua and I were the last people who would shame her for it, too. We were all too happy to support it.
“So, it’s early. You have two world-class beauties ready to give you a perfect day of pleasure and pampering,” Dua said. She kept her fingers moving in her sister the whole time. “Now, I believe you said you wanted us to plan the day, that you didn’t want to make any decisions?”
“I would prefer not to,” I confirmed with a chuckle. “You also know how to take care of me better than I do, honestly. You’ve also helped me discover things in my sex life I never knew I needed.”
Dua giggled. “Fynn, I am your sex life. You’ve literally never had sex without me being there.” My wife rolled her eyes.
And without us even really paying much attention, Rina came all over Dua’s hand. She didn’t warn us. Not that she could with panties in her mouth. She stealthily took it, not even bothering to interrupt us.
“Rin, seriously?” Dua laughed.
Rina was red and blushing when she took out her panty gag. With a giggle she said, “Sorry I didn’t announce it. I was just thinking, ‘New record, new record!’ I’ve never had an orgasm before 9:45 a.m.”
I chuckled and Dua let her head fall back, laughing fully. “As King of the Day,” I joked, “I’d like to say that I’m glad it happened.”
Dua giggled and then kissed me. “King of the Day, hmm?”
I sighed contentedly as she scratched my scalp with her dry hand.
“Perhaps our King would like some in-bed entertainment before breakfast?” Dua asked cheekily. Her wrist started to move again, making Rina gasp.
As Rina’s mouth opened in bliss, Dua kissed her soundly, making her tongue at home. The younger sister’s eyes widened in surprise but then fluttered shut as she fell into the world-consuming kiss.
“A good start,” I said, rubbing my face like some kind of mob boss.
Before my eyes, I watched Dua tackle Rina to the bed with kisses. The sounds from Rina were unreal; a curious mix of giddy giggles and satisfied moans from what Dua’s hand was doing.
I started to lazily touch myself as I watched the two sisters hungrily making out. Of course I’ve seen it before, but it wasn’t on my special day; it wasn’t for my specific entertainment. And they weren’t wearing some of the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen.
Dua and Rina were both already so hot on their own. But having them on my bed, locking lips, and their hands wandering over each other was different. The two of them watching me occasionally with lust-filled eyes was different. It was a show all to myself, and it made me feel like a king.
After a few moments, Rina’s hand got bolder. She started feeling up her sister’s sides and back until her hands went to the clasp of her bra.
Dua didn’t fight or argue. She was too busy sucking Rina’s tongue to stop her, to say anything. When Dua dropped her arms to let her bra fall, her glorious tits came into our view. I knew she was just as hungry as Rina. Dua’s breasts were far from the biggest, but I loved the way they filled my hands with just a little overspill.
Rina palmed her sister’s tits in both hands while Dua dug the heel of her hand between Rina’s legs.
The girls were insatiable, wasting no time. This wasn’t sweet and loving. It was almost like they had something to prove, but I wasn’t sure to who yet.
“Take my fucking panties off and then lay on your back.” Dua growled, laying down across my stretched-out legs that were still under the covers.
Rina dutifully followed her big sister’s orders and peeled them off. The sexy black intimate item was carelessly tossed to the floor.
When Rina’s back hit the bed, Dua licked her hand and rubbed her own pussy before scooting forward.
“Oh, shit!” Rina said with an excited smile. She knew exactly what Dua wanted, and she was happy to oblige.
I watched curiously as the girls scooted together, legs raised, until they were pressed pussy-to-pussy. I’d never seen scissoring before except in porn. There was no time like the present and watching these two go at it was a hell of an introduction.
Dua and Rina each held their own legs up as they ground their crotches together, humping each other at the seams.
“Fuck, this would be a lot harder if you weren’t a wet fucking slut,” my wife teased.
“Shut up, Dee. You’re every bit as wet as I am, and no one’s even touched your dirty cunt!”
Ah yes, sibling rivalry.
I beat my cock furiously while the girls started to moan and groan. The sound of wet skin slipping on wet skin was as erotic as any sound I’d ever heard.
The shit talking wasn’t highly creative after two minutes. It was all focused, sounds of lust, pleasure, and deep breathing. The amount of core endurance on display was mind boggling. I wondered why they didn’t do this regularly as a workout.
“Dua, babe,” I said in a deep growl. My hand and cock were slippery with my spit and precum as I watched my wife trib her own sister. It was so hot, so forbidden, but God did I love watching this sin-fest.
Dua looked at me with mischievous and knowing eyes. “Yeah, bebe? Gonna cum all over yourself from watching me fuck my motra?”
Her dirty talk was back, and I loved it.
“Come on, Fynn. We’re putting on a show for you. Put one on for us,” Rina demanded. She leaned forward, her abdominal muscles crunching as she pulled her older sister’s hair.
Dua hissed when Rina yanked on her hair. The older Lipa spit at her like an alpaca, but neither stopped rocking into the other. They’d never been rough like this, but I loved it.
“Fuck,” I cursed through grit teeth as I ejaculated, covering my hand and my belly in my own mess.
Before I could think about cleaning up, Dua stretched as far as she could while keeping engagement with Rina. She ran her fingers through the blobs of cum and then slipped it between the two of them.
I groaned, watching both babes grind their wet pussies together over Dua’s fingers, coated in my release.
Dua’s skilled fingers worked both their clits in wide circles until they came together, screaming.
“Holy shit.” Rina giggled like a little psycho.
The sisters slowly untangled from each other and climbed up the bed to lay next to me, one on each side.
“We’ve never done that before. Or, I haven’t.” Dua ran her hand over my chest until her fingers ran into some more of my release. She scooped up what she could on two spread-out fingers.
I watched Dua suck one creamy finger clean and then offered the other to Rina.
Rina made eyes at me while she sucked her sister’s finger like a cock. Her tongue swirled around it, and she moved her head forward and back.
Dua smiled, a seemingly proud gleam in her eye as she fucked Rina’s mouth with a single finger. She pushed further in until Rina gagged. “Such a good little whore for my husband and I,” she teased.
“Fuck you, Dua!” Rina whined and hid her face behind her hands once Dua had retracted her soaked finger.
Even after scissoring her sister for my amusement, and their own orgasms, of course, Rina was still blushing.
“That’s a strong degradation kink you have there.” I chuckled and kissed Rina’s hair.
“It’s the mix with praise, isn’t it?” Dua asked knowingly. “Tell me that’s right, you perfect little cock sleeve.” Dua hissed and paid Rina back with a hair tug of her own.
“Okay, okay! It’s true! I like being praised and put down at the same time! I like it a lot!” She was whining while laughing at the same time. It was a pretty accurate encapsulation of Rina, to be honest.
There was silence for quite some time before I spoke again. “So, anybody else hungry after that wakeup call?” I asked with a chuckle.
Both Dua and Rina looked at me with no small amount of relief in their eyes.
“I didn’t want to be the first one to ask, but I’m certainly in need of breakfast.” Dua admitted and kissed my chest.
“Why don’t you stay here, and let me and Dua make you breakfast?” Rina offered sweetly. She got off the bed and pulled her panties on.
Dua made grabby hands for her bra and panties, earning an eye roll from Rina. “I like that idea,” she said as she put her bra back on.
“So, I just lay here and watch TV while you two make us breakfast, still wearing lingerie?” Did I get that right? I was still supposed to believe I hadn’t died and gone to heaven? Yeah, right.
But I was mistaken, as Rina informed me. “Mhmm. Just lay there and relax. Let those nice big balls of yours refill for me.”
I looked at Dua, wondering why that was singular.
Dua smiled and shrugged, looking away mischievously. She knew exactly why Rina had said it that way. They had already planned out the entire day before I even woke up.
The Lipas left together, giggling and whispering about something I didn’t quite catch. I just shook my head and turned the TV on.
XoX
After a delightful breakfast that I knew Dua had mostly made, she took away the trays. It left me alone with Rina.
The younger of the two Albanians smiled coyly as she fully undressed for me at the foot of the bed.
“What do you have up your lack of sleeves for me, Rin?” I asked, hands folded behind my head.
Her smile was equal parts seductive and wickedly assured of herself. “Stay just like that, Fynn. Don’t move.” Her voice was a velvety purr as she climbed on the bed, prowling towards me like a lethal jungle cat.
“You’re going to suck me dry?” I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
Rina’s laugh was light and tinkling, like fairy bells. “That’d be too merciful. Dua told me about how she rode you after my massage. I want that, too.”
I could hear Dua laughing from the doorway as she dried her hands on a silky towel. “Don’t even bother asking if I’m okay with it. It was my idea. Rina lit up like a Christmas tree when I suggested it.”
“I won’t stop you. But I have a condition.”
Both women looked at me, utterly caught off guard.
“Uh, sure bebe. What’s your term?” Dua was completely stripped of her usual sass and confidence. Just as I hoped.
“If you want to ride my cock, Rin, I need your sister to sit on my face.”
The two blinked at each other and then smiled.
“And here I was, thinking it was going to be something I was going to have to consider,” Dua said with a smirk. “Your face just so happens to be my favorite seat in the house.”
I watched with a pleased smile, like I had won some complicated game of chess. Rina and I shared a peaceful and happy moment as we watched my wife strip off her lingerie.
With both stunning sisters naked, I nestled into the pillows and sheets. This was going to be a hell of a day. I was more than ready to have my balls emptied again by my wife and her baby sister.
Rina started off by kissing her way up my thighs, making me fight against jolting when her tongue tickled me. She took her time getting to my groin, licking my balls and around my twitching cock, but never quite touching it.
“You gorgeous, teasing bitch,” I chuckled.
Rina let out the cutest little whimper at how I talked to her. Dua was right about her having that little kink.
“Close your eyes, bebe.” Speak of Dua, there she was, gently pulling Rina off the bed. I didn’t know what was going on just yet, but I trusted these two with my life and my cock.
The bed shifted under me, and then I felt a mouth on my balls. A tongue gently lapping at my cock. I sucked in a breath and focused on the sensations, my eyes closed.
Rina was younger than Dua, a little less experienced but certainly eager with the way she sucked my balls.
Dua, on the other hand, was my wonderful, sensual, and secure goddess. The things she could do with her tongue on the underside of my cock head will always astound me.
Then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. More movement, and Rina told me to open my eyes.
“Now, whose mouth was where?” Rina asked bubbly, a wide grin on her face.
A guessing game, then?
I smiled, very sure of my answer. “Rina was on ball duty, and Dua was on tongue patrol.” I tried to match my cheekiness with theirs.
“What? How….” Rina was flabbergasted that I didn’t even have to deliberate.
I just shrugged and smiled. “I know my wife, and I’m starting to learn you.”
What can only be described as a ‘challenge accepted’ smile took over Rina’s features. “Well maybe this one will be a little harder, then.”
So, the gauntlet wasn’t over yet?
I kept my hands behind my head and closed my eyes again. My body was a roulette board. What part of their bodies would be the next quiz subject was a mystery.
Until it wasn’t. I felt soft, pliable breasts and hard, peaked nipples on my face. These boobs were small but felt incredibly smooth and pillowy. They smelled like coconut from some kind of body lotion or butter.
The next set of boobs swished across my face in a similar fashion. This set was a little bigger. Just as soft, not quite so perky. Slightly larger nipples, puffer and not so tight. I smelled cocoa. I knew my answers.
“Open your eyes,” Dua said this time. She and Rina were standing beside the bed, smiling giddily. Like they had me fooled.
“Rina, you were first, then Dua.” There was no hint of hesitation in my answers.
Dua’s smirk was nothing but being impressed and proud of her husband’s knowledge of her.
Rina, on the other hand, was clearly shocked. Maybe even annoyed by my own shit-eating grin.
“Seriously, dude. What. The fuck. What are your secrets?” She growled.
I was starting to wonder why she was taking this so hard. Why was this almost personal to her?
“One more test,” Rina demanded.
I couldn’t tell if this was anger or just a competitive spirit. The look on Dua’s face said she wasn’t sure, either. These waters seemed to be getting a little murky.
“Close your eyes again,” Rina said. She seemed to be getting back to herself.
I let out an imperceptible sigh but did as I was told. This time, though, I put my hands at my sides and laid still.
The bed shifted, a lot closer to my head. I felt warmth, and I could smell that heady, potent, and musky scent. There was a pussy right over my face. That much I knew.
In a husky, quiet voice, I asked, “Can I lick it?” I needed the taste, the feel of the pussy to be sure. I couldn’t go off scent alone.
Hands grabbed my hair and nodded my head for me in response. Smart. Any voices, direction of voice, would have told me who was where.
I slipped my tongue out and gently started from bottom of the cleft to the clitoral hood. Tangy, a touch of sweet. Heady and bold, not quite acidic. I focused on the delicate folds. They were subtly pronounced, not tucked in and hiding. I lightly sucked on them, and I could tell the beauty above me was biting back a moan. The lips gave it away.
I leaned back, removing my mouth from the succulent woman above me. Would there be a second course? Was I expected to give my answer right away? I didn’t need the second test subject, but I wasn’t going to say no.
The weight from above me lifted and was soon replaced by a second.
This time, I didn’t wait for permission. I didn’t ask. I stuck my tongue out and lapped that tasty Lipa pussy up.
The seductress above me failed the moan check, and I moved my hands to hold onto her legs.
“T-touching wasn’t part of the deal!” Rina weakly protested. Her condemning of my actions was so paltry that I slurped on her more subtly tucked in lips, and then I found her larger clit.
“Fuck, Fynn!” She moaned and bucked into my face. I couldn’t tell if it was involuntary or on purpose. It didn’t matter to me.
“So Fynn, care to make your guess on whose who?” Dua giggled from lower down the bed. I could feel her hot breath on my cock, and then her lips were smooching the hot and tight skin around my hardness.
“You were first, obviously.” My lips brushed Rina’s wet opening as I spoke.
“This is cheating!” I could hear the pout in her voice. If she was genuinely upset, it didn’t stop her from playing with my hair while I grazed her swollen clit with my tongue.\
“I knew from the first sample who was who, Rin,” I said softly. With my head back in the pillows and her straddling my chin, I could barely see her face. But I could see her set jaw. Something was wrong.
Dua could see it, too. “Motra, what’s up?”
Rina paused and climbed off me. “Fynn knows you inside and out, backward, and forward. Every little game, he knew it was you.”
She looked like she was about to cry. Before she said it, I knew this was a boyfriend trauma issue.
Dua sat down on the side of the bed, and I sat up, giving the poor girl our combined, married attention.
“Talk to us,” I said, not leaving room for her to run away from this.
“I bet there are little tells that you knew. Trivial things Dua knows about you that would help her pick you out from a game like this.” Her lips quivered for a moment. “No one’s ever taken the time to learn me like that. No one’s seriously paid me that kind of attention.”
“Oh, motra,” Dua sighed and pulled her sister into a hug. “It’s okay. You’ll find your man eventually. You will!” Dua coached, rubbing Rina’s back soothingly.
“Rina,” I said firmly, making her look at me. Dua had gotten up, telling us she was grabbing ice water. “Do you want to know what I was studying? What I took notes on?”
Rina nodded and rubbed her eyes, stopping herself from crying.
Dua was already back, handing the tall glass to the recomposing young lady.
“The blowjob test. Dua’s often slow and methodical. She loves to tease my cock with her tongue, and he knows how to flick my sensitive buttons. You were on my balls, doing a lovely job of it, too. But you were enthusiastic, sucking a little faster. You relied on suction and less tongue than Dua would have. It’s not a critique, just things I notice.
“The breast part. Dua and you have similar breasts, but you’re perkier, and your nipples are more pointed. Dua’s chest is a little bigger, and she has puffier nipples. The biggest thing that gave it away is that you smell like coconuts, but I know that Dua uses a cocoa butter.”
Rina was far more put together as she listened to not just what I knew about my wife, but what I had held onto about her.
As I continued, I noticed Dua reached into Rina’s water and placed one ice cube on my chest and one on my belly button.
“I had an idea that Dua sat on my face first because she’s a fruit addict. It came through in her taste. Her labia are a bit more pronounced than yours, and you have a larger clit. It’s just noticing the intimate things. I know Dua like the back of my hand, and if we keep including you, I’ll know you like that, too.”
Rina was visibly better as she held my hand. She surprised Dua and I when she raised my hand to her lips and kissed it. “Thank you, Fynn. It started out as a little game, but you’ve made me feel seen, and sexy. Not once during your breakdown did you make me feel like less than her.”
She laughed softly and leaned over to kiss her sister’s forehead. “And thank you, motra, for agreeing to let me into this sacred space. I’m learning a lot about how I should expect to be treated, and what being treated right feels like.”
It was Dua’s turn to wipe away a tear, but there was a smile on her face. My goddess looked down, and my eyes followed. “Dear me,” she giggled. “Rin, we should clean up this spill, don’t you think?”
Rina smiled playfully, to see that her sister had been able to steer us back to sexy, playful waters.
Dua started to trace the tiny water stream on my chest with her warm tongue, and it made me gasp. But when the flat of Rina’s pink muscle started at the base of my cock and went up towards my naval, my entire body jerked.
Both girls giggled at my knee-jerk reaction as they continued to clean up the melting cubes.
Rina kept licking, but the water was gone. At that point she was just teasing, but it felt good to the point that I wasn’t going to say a damn thing. Her tongue was focused around my shaft, but never quite touching me. It was torture.
I would have begged for Rina’s mouth to be properly on me had Dua not been feeding me fresh fruit from a bowl that she had brought with my breakfast.
Being fed fruit by a butt-naked Dua Lipa while Rina slow-worshiped my body was not a terrible way to pass the time.
Once I was satisfied with fresh fruit that had been finger-fed to me by my stunning bebe, she was kissing me, licking my lips to catch any lingering hints of juice.
Rina chose then to engulf my cock into her hot wet mouth. I sighed into Dua’s kiss, allowing her tongue to shoot into my mouth.
When Dua and I broke the hungry kiss, I looked down my body and saw Rina begin to straddle my hips.
“Just wanted to make sure my seat was warmed up,” Rina said with a smile and a cheeky wink.
“That means I need to take my seat as well. The movie’s starting!” Dua stage whispered as I positioned herself to ride my face backwards.
Rina sank down on my cock, and I felt every bit of her tightness on the way down. Her moan was muffled, almost reverberated. I knew she and Dua were already making out.
The moment Rina was seated and Dua was stable, I began to feast, loving on those labia of hers. I was in sensory heaven at that moment.
Dua was rocking back and forth, meaning I could do as much or as little as I wanted. Rina’s hands were on my arms, holding herself steady as she alternated between bouncing and grinding.
It was a perfect triangle. Like we were becoming.
This was supposed to be my R&R Day. The day I didn’t have to do anything. But I couldn’t just lie there. I wasn’t about to be a pillow princess with two baddies on top of me, rocking my shit for me.
Rina doubled down, riding me fully and not messing around with bouncing when I added my own thrusts. Her clit was rubbing me in just the right spot, making her shudder.
Dua was moaning right back into Rina’s mouth as I focused my suckling lips on her delicious little clit. Their kissing had lost all depth. It was reduced to occasional pecks, distracted licks to the other’s face and lips.
I couldn’t blame them. This was one of the hottest things we’d ever done, and there were a lot of perfectly directed feelings and stimulations.
Keeping in mind who we all were to each other, what we’ve helped each other with over the years, it was no surprise to me that this was the most intense and emotionally charged experience to happen in this bedroom.
I thought about how much I loved Dua. Thought about how much Dua loved Rina, and how close Rina and I were becoming since she moved in… This wasn’t just raw lust. The three of us loved each other. What we were doing together was intimate, sensual, and real.
I was beginning to think that we had transcended the experimental phase. We had ascended this being about showing exceptional love to Rina.
No. This was pure love making. My cock was buried in Rina because I trusted her, because I wanted her to have it. My tongue was buried in Dua’s pussy because she was my wife, and I loved every single inch of her. Every depth.
Dua and Rina were sisters, but their hands held each other; their lips met as more. As we barreled into a realm of shameless, uninhibited ecstasy, certain social labels and expectations fell away. They were replaced by what each of us needed. Replaced by each of our insatiable needs to be there and give the other what they need.
My wife was panting and mewling, struggling to breathe as my mouth pulled an orgasm from her. Her arousal showered down on me, soaking my face and I drank as much as I could.
Rina was coming apart on my cock, her tight kegels squeezing me for dear life. She would have pushed me out if she had not been sitting directly on me. She was gutturally screaming out her climax.
Everything hit me at once. Rina’s orgasm was a Mack truck slamming into my side. Dua squirting on my face, in my mouth, was a head-on collision.
I couldn’t fucking see. My vision swam. It was black. Then white. A collidescope of color so intense it nearly gave me a headache. I shot so hard into Rina that I feared she would pop off me like a bottle rocket.
“Yes!” It was Dua, still grinding on my nose and mouth. “Cum inside my sister. Fill her up fucking good, bebe. Let her have every last drop!”
I kept groaning as rope after hot rope leapt inside of Rina’s milking pussy. My balls were sore, utterly spent.
“Careful, now,” Dua breathed as she helped Rina off me. The younger of the two was like a baby deer as she dismounted my softening but twitching cock.
Dua got off my face, her delectable cunt still leaking onto me. She laid down and then grabbed Rina’s hand. “Got on top of me,” she whispered, hands on Rina’s hips.
I licked my soaked lips and watched Rina mount Dua in a 69. My heartbeat started to increase yet again as Dua sucked my load out of her sister’s used pussy. Rina noisily licked and sucked Dua’s excretions from her puffy vulva and from around her ass.
“Fynn, baby. Bring me a strawberry, please,” my darling other half asked with a white smear of my discharge on her bottom lip.
I wondered what she was doing as I handed her the little red fruit. Dua answered my question when she pushed the rounded berry into Rina’s creamy entrance, making her gasp.
Dua withdrew the treat and looked at it. It had picked up some of my cream, and she sank her teeth into it, moaning.
Jesus H. Fuck. I just watched my own wife eat a cum-covered strawberry from her sister’s pussy. I had seen it all.
“Did… did you just?” Rina couldn’t even formulate the words.
Dua giggled. “Did I just eat a juicy little berry with added flavors from the two people I love most? Yes, I did.”
I shook my head and watched as the girls separated. Then I laughed as Rina grabbed the bowl. “So, fruit and German Yogurt for lunch?” She giggled and swiped a piece of pineapple through the jizz still pooled by the base of my cock.
“And it’s only lunchtime?” I groaned and covered my still-wet face. “Fuck me!”
“That’s the plan.” Dua laughed and touched a grape to my face, getting her own wetness on it.