The little ones were napping, and we’d just picked up the playroom, when Logan asked Leila and me if we want a glass of something: wine, lemonade, soda... “Sounds good, but I’d rather watch you and Faith make love, if that’s all right,” Leila said. Logan and I looked at each other. “You only want to watch?” I said, grinning. Leila nodded. “And direct,” she added. “Log, you lie on the floor. Faith, you straddled him. Row yourself on his cock.” I gave her a questioning look. “Want me to demonstrate?” she asked. “No, no, I think I got it,” I said, and figured out the position, the furrow of my cunt cradling the length of Logan’s erection. I slid myself up and back, up and back, my clit caressing the ruffle of skin beneath the head of his penis.

It felt good. It felt very good. I was pretty sure I could come this way if push came to shove. “That’s it,” encouraged Leila. “So lovely. So hot. Make him spurt. I need to see his cum shoot.” Leila’s excitement was catchy. And adding to the excitement, she was pinching my nipples. “Come, sweetie, come, sweetie, come, come, come!” she chanted, punctuating each ‘come’ with a nipple pinch. I’m not sure if she meant me or Logan. It didn’t matter. I came. Maybe it was the clench of my cunt against the stem of Logan’s cock: whatever, he came, too, sending jets of cream up along his belly, the first few spurts nearly reaching his chin. I kept rocking along his cock and he kept coming, the later spurts not nearly as far as the first. Some of the semen seeped from his penis slit into his belly button.

We were all still for a minute, recovering. “That was so nice,” Leila said. “I do feel a little sorry for those poor little spermies, with only a belly button for their swimming hole. I’m sure they’d rather drown in your cunt or mouth or even asshole.” She dipped a finger into Logan’s belly button. I thought surely she’d taste her fingertip, but instead she brought it to my lips. I sucked her cum-covered finger into my mouth. I smiled at her with my eyes.

“I think I’m ready for a nap now,” I said to Leila. “Sounds good,” she agreed. Logan was already all but asleep.

It was a good plan, but before we could put it into action, murmurs of glee came from the kids’ room. Naptime was over.