Page 66 of Third Wheel

Her Doms were jerks of the highest order.

What happened to all the orgasms she could handle? Right now, she’d be willing to kill for justoneorgasm.

She was wetter than she’d ever been in her life, and they were alternating between eating ice cream and feeding her ice cream. For one shining, hopeful moment, she’d thought maybe they’d eat the ice cream off her pussy, but no. They just toyed with the clamps, occasionally tugging on them to tighten the clover clamps even more, sending another flash of pain through her body. Sometimes, they’d brush their fingers over the tips of her nipples, peeking out from the clamps.

Her chest throbbed, and her pussy clenched with need, but now that they’d gotten her fantasy out of her, both of them were apparently ignoring her pussy.

Jerks.

She kept squirming in her seat, pressing her thighs together, trying to get the pressure she needed to tip her growing arousal over the edge while they talked about some boring finance thing Zach was doing at work. Okay, it wouldn’t bethatboring if she could focus, but she’d be a lot more interested if she wasn’t dying of sexual need between them while they talked finance! Not even jerking them off harder changed their determined conversation. They just fed her another bite of ice cream, which forced her to slow her movements.

Then the lights started to go down, and she perked up. The show was starting.

Thank the sex gods.

Music, heavy on the bass, slowly filled the air in a slow crescendo as dark figures made their way out onto the stage. It wasn’t until the lights came up that Amy realized there were three of them.

She hadn’t asked who was performing tonight, and she hadn’t looked it up because she wanted to be surprised… so she hadn’t known it was a threesome.

Masters Justin and Chris with their wife and submissive, Jessica. Talk about a fantasy come true. Just like Kincaid and Zach, they were tall, dark-haired, and very handsome. They’d been a little worn down after having their baby with Jessica, but it appeared they’d bounced back since then.

They circled around Jessica, who stood between them beside a spanking bench, hands at her side, with the most serene expression on her face. She wasn’t quite as curvy as Amy, but close, and the way the two men looked at her made Amy ache… but not with envy anymore.

Kincaid and Zach looked atheralmost exactly like that.

Of course, it couldn’t be exactly like that. They weren’t in love with her, after all. But it was close enough to make her ache, wishing that maybe…

Stop it. Don’t go there.

She was rebounding. Of course, her feelings were all confused. Especially because Kincaid and Zach—just as housemates, friends, and sexual partners—acted as better boyfriends than Jeremy ever had. She needed to raise the bar of her expectations. She didn’t ever want to go back to how Jeremy had treated her.

He’dneverlooked at her the way the three on stage looked at each other.

“Ow!” She jumped as pain throbbed through her nipple—unexpectedly coming from Kincaid’s side rather than Zach's.

“I feel like you’re not paying attention, princess,” he murmured in her ear. “Maybe we need to give you something else to focus on.”

Shoot, she really had missed some of the show, she’d been so lost in thought.

On stage, Justin had Jessica’s arms behind her back, trapped between her and him while Chris was applying clamps to her nipples. Amy’s breasts throbbed in sympathy, not that she had more than a moment to feel that sympathy before she was suddenly lifted up by both men and bent over the table.

“Ow!” Unlike in the Jail, she could use her hands to push herself up, so her clamped nipples weren’t pressed flat against the hard wooden surface. She got her elbows underneath her, propping herself up so that her breasts hung down between them.

The tips of her nipples still brushed against the hard wood when she moved, stimulating the tortured buds without causing true pain. The position also meant that she could still see what was happening onstage, where Chris was now hefting a leather flogger in his hand. Justin still held Jessica in place, her arms behind her, his mouth moving up the side of her neck with kisses. Her head fell back against his shoulder, pushing her breasts out farther like an offering.

Behind Amy, she felt something hot and hard press against her slit, rubbing up and down the wet folds of her pussy.

Then he thrust forward, and she moaned, pushing back against whoever was starting to fuck her. It only took a glance over her shoulder to know that it was Zach sliding his cock into her. She could see Kincaid’s head turned, watching from an incredibly advantageous perspective as Zach pulled back and thrust in again, his hands tightly gripping her hips.

She could feel him sliding in, stretching her muscles as they clenched around him, needily sucking him in deeper. Themovements made her breasts sway, and she moaned as the tips brushed against the table beneath her, making her nipples throb as blood tried to push into them, only to be stopped by the clamps.

Onstage in front of her, Jessica was now moaning as she leaned back against Master Justin, the leather slapping against her breasts over and over again. She writhed against him as Master Chris turned her breasts from pale cream to a bright, blushing rose.

Amy was having trouble concentrating on watching them, though, because Zach was fucking her with long, slow strokes that made her senses go haywire.

“Oh, fuck…” Her fingers curled, nails digging into the wood as she panted for breath. She’d been so worked up, even before he’d bent her over the table, that her orgasm was ramping up again exponentially with every thrust of his cock. His balls slapped against her swollen clit, sending little sparks of ecstasy through her roiling pleasure. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck…”

Suddenly, Kincaid was there beside her, one elbow on the table, his other hand fisting her hair and pulling her head completely upright. She was staring right at the stage but seeing nothing as he whispered in her ear.

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