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One who had a side career as a professional voyeur, based on how she felt when Caitlyn pulled back the covers and crawled on top of Jane. “A wife’s work is never done,” she lamented. To Jane and Becca, she said, “You both owe me for this,” before pulling the covers over her head and diving between Jane’s legs.

“Bloody hell!” The only reason Jane didn’t yell that louder was because she pitch-corrected halfway throughbloody.Becca made sure the door was locked before skipping to bed, where she climbed onto her side and indulged in the look on Jane’s face as she had her libido tempered.To be fair, Caitlyn knows how to hit her sweet spot faster than I can.It had been five years since Rebecca joined this silly marriage, and she was still learning a few things. From both of them, no less.

“Bet you’re enjoying this.” Jane relaxed into her pillow as Becca loomed over her. “Watching mad Lin Hua get her comeuppance in this sacred bed.”

“I don’t think Caitlyn is doing a thorough job if you can still talk coherently.”

“Oh, and what are you going to do about it?” Jane grabbed Becca’s nightgown strap and pulled her down for a kiss. “You naughty girl.”

Only from Jane did such an admonishment sound delightful. And with those increasingly harried breaths turning her on, Becca indulged in a kiss that was sure to seal her fate that night.

As much as she loved her one-on-one time with each of her girlfriends, she loved moments like these even more.

Chapter 5

Jane

Wasn’t this something?

You go to bed thinking you’ll make out with your girlfriend, maybe get a little something between the legs, then go to sleep.Back in Hong Kong, Jane heard it called “the dreamless sleep” in true Cantonese metaphor fashion.Just a quickie between bed partners.In Cambridge, her English friends called it the “shag and sleep,” but she didn’t know how common that was anymore.If ever.Those Cambridge kids liked to make up vocabulary and convince the foreign students that it was how everyone talked.

Oh, but Jane wasn’t complaining. As good as Rebecca was down below, she was even better up top. Because nobody compared to Caitlyn’s knowledge of Jane’s pussy.

Keep it together, you dirty old woman.She now understood what that meant. Granted, Jane would rather be called a filthy auntie if they were going that route, but with someonein the house now erroneously calling her “auntie” in multiple languages… no, absolutely not! And what better way to forget she had anyone else in her home than the feeling of Caitlyn’s tongue on her mound and Rebecca slowly pulling her nightgown off her body.

“When’s the last time you straightened your hair, huh?” Jane asked between the kisses coming for her mouth. “Because you know I like these curls, love.”

Her hand was soon lost in the torrent of frizz that was Becca’s natural hair. Every once in a while, she went to the salon and had it professionally straightened, but it only held for a week before gradually returning to its true state. Rebecca claimed that the “flat” red hair looked better for certain functions or for surviving the humid summer seat. It also made her stick out less when they traveled abroad. But Jane would be lying if she said the first thing she noticed about Rebeccawasn’tthe beautiful red hair that was big enough to suffocate a woman.

Once Caitlynreallygot going, Jane forgot all of her larks and gave herself over to sex. That was her thighs’ cue to tighten around her wife’s face while her hand searched Rebecca’s body for what she kept beneathherclothes. Because Jane was not content to simply lie there and accept pleasure. She could hardly sit still while one of her favorite women went down on her. She wanted something in her hands – preferably, something from someone else. And as nice as Rebecca’s hair was between her fingers, she’d rather be pinching nipples or,even better,putting her hand to work on sharing the pleasure.

“Really, love?” she whispered as Rebecca hissed between her teeth. “This hasn’t gotten you wetter? I’m like halfway to an orgasm here.”

“You’re talking too much for that to be true.”

“You know I can keep talking through an orgasm! I never shut the bloody fuck up!”

A smile nearly swallowed Jane’s face whole as Rebecca continued to kiss her. “Less talking, more moaning.”

Who were these women to tell her what to do!

Who am I kidding? They’re mine.Jane didn’t need any others with women like Caitlyn and Rebecca making love to her on nights like these. Yet wasn’t it a laugh to hear Caitlyn imply Jane could be satisfied fortwo whole weeks?Not to diminish her skills in Jane’s office two weeks ago, right before a certain someone’s arrival.“Who knows how many times we can be spontaneous like this after she gets here?”Caitlyn had said before shoving Jane down onto her couch and having her way with her wife. To be fair, Jane had been an equal party in that. The only thing missing was Rebecca, who had stayed home that day.

And now she’s in my bed every night.Jane wouldn’t lie and imply that she didn’t like having Rebecca in bed every day that ended in Y. They didn’t have sex more often than did, but Jane liked the intimacy of sharing something like herbed.It was Caitlyn who valued having separate suites.We do argue a lot less because of it.They also argued less with Rebecca around. Probably because she reminded them how much they loved doing shit like this.

“There we go.” Rebecca’s fist was tight around Jane’s wrist as one sank her fingers into the other. “Doesn’t take long, does it?”

That wasn’t the only thing that took little time. Jane hadn’t been kidding when she said she was halfway to an orgasm thanks to Caitlyn’s adventurous tongue and how lightly her fingers traveled along her wife’s bare skin. Jane pulled up her shirt and silently begged Rebecca to grab her chest, rolling hardened nipples between firm fingers while indulging in an orgasm of her own. Because if Caitlyn was the goddess of the tongue around there? Jane’s fingers never quit.

“Ah,zau gam,love.” She didn’t know who she said that to, and it didn’t matter. They were both doingperfectly.How Jane would handle being in their sandwich when she couldn’t take anymore?That’s a problem for the Lin Hua of five minutes from now.Because between Caitlyn’s determined tongue and Rebecca’s tight warmth, Jane was a goner.

Just what they wanted, wasn’t it!

I’m the luckiestliú máng in town tonight. Jane always loved the Mandarin term for a pervert, probably the very thing these women had been calling her in their cute texts. The American version. I love it. Dirty old woman. That was Jane.

Who the hell else had a threesome like this at least once a month? A liú máng!

She didn’t hold back her appreciation. Not from the sounds that Rebecca pushed back with more kisses, and not from how hard her thighs squeezed around Caitlyn’s head as she rolled through the orgasm clobbering her body. Lucky Rebecca wasn’t complaining about the attention to her pussy, either. It was a shame that Jane lost her energy quickly after and couldn’t finish the job. Not yet, anyway.

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