Chapter 36: Bedtime

Bedtime - Monday, March 23, Evening

I sank deeper into David’s arms on the couch, my bare legs draped across his lap while the television murmured in the background. The day had been long, but his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh kept me relaxed and warm. The soft cotton of my robe brushed against my skin, and every now and then the fabric shifted enough to expose the growing bulge between my legs. David noticed, of course; he always did. He leaned in and kissed the side of my neck, murmuring how much he loved cuddling with his wife.

The front door clicked open. Emily stepped inside wearing a long black coat that brushed her calves. A duffle bag thumped to the floor at her feet. Without a word she loosened the belt, shrugged the coat off her shoulders, and let it fall in a dark puddle around her black stilettos. Underneath she wore nothing but thigh-high fishnet stockings that clung to her smooth legs and a delicate silver collar necklace that sat snug against her throat like a claim of ownership. Her perky breasts rose and fell with quick breaths; her pink nipples already stood tight. A neat brown landing strip pointed down between her thighs.

She met my eyes, voice soft and obedient. “I changed before leaving work, Mistress. I wanted to be ready for you.”

David’s hand tightened on my leg. I felt the familiar heat bloom low in my belly, but I kept my pheromones in check for now. Standing, I crossed the room and cupped Emily’s cheek. “Good girl,” I whispered, brushing my thumb over her lower lip. “Come with us.”

The three of us moved down the hallway to the bedroom. Once inside, David turned on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the king-size bed. I let my robe slip to the floor, revealing my toned body, firm breasts with hard nipples, trimmed brown bush, and the 6½-inch cock that had grown from my clit. Already a bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

Emily knelt gracefully at the foot of the bed, fishnets whispering against the carpet. “May I serve you both, sir? Mistress?”

David answered by stepping behind me and cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “Show her how much you missed us,” he said, voice low.

I guided Emily’s face to my cock. She opened her mouth eagerly, tongue swirling around the head before she took me deeper. The wet heat of her throat made me groan. I threaded my fingers through her wavy brown hair, guiding her in a slow rhythm that let her gag-training show. Each time she swallowed around me, her throat fluttered and her eyes watered prettily.