Page 70 of Repluse

“Maybe I need to check you’re doing it right,” Frankie offers from the other side.

I shift, spreading my legs wider.

“Good girl,” Frankie says as his free hand moves to my breast, and he pinches my nipple through the leather of my outfit.

Sam’s free hand moves to the small of my back, where he applies pressure. “Lean forward, arse in the air. That way we can both fit inside.”

Frankie lifts each of my breasts out of the slit running across my top. I press my hands against the glass, tilt my arse, spread my legs, and let both men push their fingers inside me. WhileSam finds my clit and presses and rubs, Frankie licks, sucks, and bites at my nipples.

“Let’s show them downstairs how it’s done,” Sam says against my ear.

Through the glass, I watch the man that was face fucking Alice step aside for Logan, who takes his turn feeding his cock into her mouth. My eyes go to the men behind Alice. The man in the chaps is rolling on a condom. He lubes his cock, then slowly pushes it into her arse. The other man does the same and starts fucking chaps man’s arse. I close my eyes for a second, preparing myself for what I’m about to witness when I look back at my husband.

And there it is, right before me, I watch Logan fuck Alice’s mouth while getting fucked up the arse by the face fucker.

At some stage while I’m taking in all that’s happening below, I lose the leather thong, and, with my tits pressed against the glass, I stare down at my husband getting fucked and sucked, while Sam fucks me from behind before making me take a step back to allow Frankie to step between me and the glass. With his hand again at my back, I bend and take Frankie’s cock in my mouth.

Leaning forward, with his chest pressed to my back, Sam’s mouth is at my ear. “I wish this glass was clear. I wish he could see what he’s missing. He thinks he’s a king down there, but he has no idea he’s just a pawn. We’re the only two kings in this place, Mila, and right now, we’re fucking the queen. Our queen, not his, and she has the sweetest pussy we’ve ever had.”

His hands tighten on my hips as he fucks me harder. Frankie’s hand tightens its grip on my hair as he slowly moves his hips.

“He’s a fucking idiot, Mila, letting pure fucking gold slip through his fingers. But I’m so fucking glad, because now you’re ours, beautiful girl. You’re fucking ours.”

Frankie comes first, Sam and me together almost instantly after him, and then we’re moving, upright, kissing, touching, stroking, quiet. The three of us wrap around each other, hands, and mouths. Compared to what happened before, it’s gentle, intimate.

I don’t know what it is I’ve found with these two men. It’s by no means conventional, but I know I never want to lose it.

I don’t even look downat the club as we make our way along the walkway and back to the lift. I don’t care what my husband’s getting up to with his mistress. My marriage is over, I’m done. Withitand withhim. I don’t have a firm plan yet, but I’m not going back to him, his family, his home, or to Yira if I don’t have to. I just need to work out where I’m going to stay and find my mum a new facility. I don’t want to be reliant on Sam and Frankie. I don’t want to rely on any man ever again, but I’m a realist, and I know I can’t do this without their help.

I need to get my head out of my arse, get over myPretty Womancomplex, accept what they’re offering, and move the fuck on to the next stage of my life.

As the doors to the lift slide closed, I’m hit with a wave of fatigue. I don’t know whether my posture changes, but Sam senses it and slides his arm around my hip and pulls me into his side.

“You doing okay?” he asks with a kiss against my hair.

“Just tired,” I admit.

“We’ve worn her out,” Frankie states as he twirls my mask and my thong around his finger.

“If you were any kind of a gentleman, you would’ve helped me put both of those back on.”

“If I was any kind of gentleman, I would have wiped my come off your chin when you couldn’t swallow fast enough.”

My mouth falls open, but I’m laughing on the inside.

“That’s it. That’s the face you were pulling earlier. Makes me want to stick my dick right back in there.”

I shake my head, too tired for a comeback to Frankie’s crass comment.

As the lift doors slide open, I feel Sam’s chest move as he laughs beside me.

Looking up at him with a frown, I say, “I don’t know why you’re laughing. You’re no gentleman either. You didn’t even offer me a tissue. I might’ve ended up with his jizz on my chin, but yours is still running down my leg into my boot.”

“Erm…” The three of us come to a standstill as a tall redhead, wearing a wide-legged black pantsuit stands before us when we exit the lift.

Fuck. My Life.

“Sorry, I was about to call you. Something’s come up.” She looks between Sam and Frankie.

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