“Don’t worry, baby girl.” She kissed my shoulder. “I got you. You tell me to stop and I will. Okay? I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable and neither does Jude.”
“Have you done this before?” I asked both of them.
“No,” Jude answered for them. “But we’ve wanted to.”
“We just never found anyone we trust enough to do it with. Some people are weird and want to do it just so they could tell people about it, kind of thing. But that’s not us.” Mia scowled. “Some people have no tact.”
“I don’t want to tell people about it. I just want…” My words trailed off.
“Tell us,” Jude demanded gently.
I looked between them both before answering. “I want it to be our dirty little secret.”
***
(Mia)
God, she was perfect.
Our dirty little secret.
It was fitting.
I glanced at my husband, waiting for any sign of jealousy or for him to jump up and yell that this was a mistake and for me to stop. But when none of that happened, I took it a little further. I wasn’t sure if sex would happen tonight but that didn’t matter. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make her fall apart in my hands just by my fingers. The rest could happen later. We could take this one day at a time until she was ready for more.
Although Jude and I had talked about this possibly happening, a part of me thought that it would never in fact happen. So I needed to make sure that my husband was actually okay with this. I loved both of them, but my marriage came first.
“You good?” I asked Jude, needing to hear his deep voice.
“Yes.” That single word came out gruff and I knew that this was turning him on.
I wasn’t dominant in the least, not when it came to him, but with Tiffany? I found that I wanted her submission. I craved it.
“Tiffany.” I brushed my fingers lightly over her lower stomach. “You good?”
Her eyes locked with mine. “Yes.”
“Good.” I gripped the fabric of her dress in my other hand. “Tell me to stop and I will. Okay?”
She nodded. “I will.”
“Good girl.” With light feathery touches, I trailed my fingers lower and lower. When they reached her clit, I watched her pupils dilate.
Her breath caught, her legs spreading even more.
I laughed lightly. “You’re a greedy little thing.”
“It’s been a while,” she confessed.
“But not a while since you touched yourself.” I brushed my finger over her clit. “Isn’t that right?”
She nodded, chewing her bottom lip.
Pressing my body up against the side of hers, I cupped her breast with my free hand. “Look at your stepbrother, Tiffany,” I purred in her ear. “I think he likes watching.”
“I think he does too,” she whispered.
Jude’s face was flushed, his eyes dark. The darkest I had ever seen. I was sure most would be jealous but not me. In fact, it only made me want him more. I could never dominate him, but I could see just by the tick in his jaw that he liked watching me dominate Tiffany.