Page 32 of Theirs

It dawned on me that people could be watching and I didn’t know if I'd like that.

“No audience tonight,” she said when she noticed us staring at the window. “The privacy setting is on, but I can close some curtains over the window.”

Camila looked up at me “I’d prefer the curtains closed,” she said confidently.

The curtains did make me feel better and I’m glad she had said it.

“Ok,” Genevieve said, glancing back at us as she hit a button that closed the curtains.

Camila’s tension eased out of her body.

“I don’t think we are ready to put on a show just yet,” Camila said.

“Camila likes to watch,” I said, walking further into the room.

“We can always work up to it,” Genevieve said, coming up to us and kissing us on the cheek.

My cheeks burned at her attention and when she placed a kiss on Camila, my body grew ten degrees hotter.

“Any changes in the rules?” Genevieve motioned us to the small sitting area by a bar.

“No,” I said, as Camila sat on the sofa in front of Genevieve.

When I caught eyes with her, I knew I didn’t address her correctly.

“No, Mistress,” I said immediately.

“What about you, Camila?”

“I want to watch and be involved this time,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.

Genevieve scrutinized us again as if she were looking for a sign that we didn’t want this.

“Same safe word?” she asked, getting up.

“Yes, Mistress,” we replied.

“Ok we will still use the stoplight method and if anyone feels uncomfortable, we will stop at red, ok?”

“Yes, Mistress,” we said again.

“Today will be a little different, but will be more on the lighter side,” Genevieve said.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, as excitement filled my chest,

“Luke, strip and kneel by the door,” Genevieve snapped.

I immediately stood up, unbuckling my belt and?—

A sting radiated on my back. I clenched my jaw, groaning, realizing I had forgotten to answer her again.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I said, as I resumed taking my clothes off, already hard.

“Be our good boy, Luke,” she purred and her words went straight to my cock.

“Yes, Mistresses,” I said, hearing a sharp intake of breath from my wife.

I tried to hide the smirk on my face, but I felt Genevieve smirking back at me, mouthing “bad boy” at me. I shrugged while unbuttoning my shirt leaving all my clothes on the sofa.

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