Page 64 of Third Wheel

Arriving was not that exciting.

Freddy showed them to their booths, giving Amy a little wink before he whisked away. She shook her head, still amused at her friends. They were acting like this was some big romantic gesture or something, but she and the guys were just here for a scene.

For sex.

Which she was very excited about.

And why she didn’t mind at all when Kincaid got straight to business after they’d ordered their food.

The circular booths lined the walls of the room, while a circular stage took up pretty much the entire center space. Each booth had both sheer curtains and privacy curtains, or they could be left entirely open, which was what their booth had right now. The lights were pretty dim, but she was able to see into the currently empty booths across from them.

Once the lights went down and the show started, she wouldn’t be able to see much of anything that wasn’t happening on stage, even without the sheers.

Kincaid and Zach were seated on either side of her, and as soon as they handed their menus to their server—who immediately whisked away to put in their orders—they moved in on Amy. She didn’t know if they’d had some kind of little signal or something. One second, they’d been mostly in their own space, though sitting close enough to her that their legswere basically touching, then the next, they were both pressed up against her with her trapped between them.

Which she really, really liked.

Zach’s arm went up and across the back of the booth—she could feel the heat of it against her shoulders and the back of her neck—while Kincaid’s hand landed on her bare thigh. His fingers slid between her legs, pushing their way in, his pinky only a few inches away from her pussy and the thong barely covering it.

Immediately, heat and need bloomed inside her. She hadn’t been sure what to expect during the dinner portion of this evening, but she wasn’t disappointed. This whole week, waiting for tonight, had been pure torture. Especially the times she’d overheard them having sex again. Now that she knewexactlywhat it felt like to be between them, she hadn’t needed anything to help put her libido into overdrive.

“So, Amy…” Kincaid gave her inner thigh a gentle squeeze that made her whole leg tingle. “Zach and I have discussed some of what we want to do with you tonight… but we also want to know whatyouwant to do.”

“I want what you want.” Wasn’t that the whole point of being the submissive? She just wanted them to do what they wanted, and she could go along for the ride and enjoy herself.

No thinking, no wondering, just pleasing them and being praised for it.

Zach’s fingers stroked the top of her shoulder, making little circles on her skin. She could feel them all the way down her body, her nipples hardening as her body flushed with arousal.

“You’re saying you’ve never had a fantasy before that you wanted to fulfill?” he asked. “When we first scened together, you had a little list that you were hoping to check off.”

Oh… well. That was true. But that had been different.

Though she couldn’t exactly put her finger on why.

Kincaid squeezed her thigh again, making her squirm as her pussy clenched. His fingers were so close to her pussy, yet so far… too far.

“Let’s start with something easy. I’d like to have you between us, one of us in your sweet little pussy, the other in your tight little ass. Would you say that’s a fantasy of yours?”

One beneath her, the other one on top of her, moving as one… just remembering how it felt to have Zach fucking her while she was plugged was enough to make her cream her panties again.

That was an easy one.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” Kincaid’s hand moved a little higher on her thigh, pushing against the hem of her skirt.

Oh, fuck.

“Zach wants me to fuck him while he fucks you.” His tone was so casual, if she hadn’t looked down to see the huge bulge at the front of his pants, she would have thought the conversation affected him about as much as the weather. Zach’s bulge was just as big. His hand dropped from her shoulder to slide over her dress, his fingers dangling next to her nipple. “Is that something you’d like to try?”

Of course.

But they wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again, squirming as Zach’s hand closed around her breast and Kincaid’s fingers slid under her skirt, stroking against the outside fabric of her thong.

“Now, those are two of our fantasies. Can you tell us one of yours?” His fingers rubbed against her clit through the wet fabric of her thong while Zach’s fingers circled her nipple.

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