Page 33 of Love Triangle
Trig closes all the curtains and locks all the doors in the house as I undress for Cliff. When I’m naked again, I do a spin for him, watching as his eyes open wide in awe.
“I’ve never seen something so beautiful. You’re like a living statue of the clearest glass, or water given form. Do you feel like yourself?” His voice is full of wonder and it makes me feel less awkward about my appearance.
“You tell me,” I say with a small huff of a laugh as I sit carefully on his good knee and wrap my arms around his neck.
Cliff’s gaze heats as he wraps one hand around and under me to squeeze my ass. I can’t help but giggle and squirm.
“Just as soft and spankable as I remember.”
As Cliff leans in to kiss me, Trig comes back into the room and interrupts.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I go?” he asks, wringing his hands nervously.
“Trig, why would you go? No offense, but I just saw you with his dick in your mouth a few hours ago.” I can’t help but laugh as Cliff chokes at my response. “But aside from that, we’re abc, you know? Though, if it makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to be around. Cliff and I can keep our time private if you don’t want to see it. I won’t be offended. I always want you to be comfortable with anything that happens.”
Trig raises his hands in front of him and raises his eyebrows. “Oh no, I don’t have a problem with it. I was just worried you did. I’m very okay with watching you two together. Like, very okay.”
“And participating?” Cliff asks.
“Okay with that too.” Trig smiles. “Really just okay with anything involving you two. Except, uh, whatever it was you were doing with that clown. That sounds sketchy.”
“Clown?” I look at Cliff with a raised eyebrow.
“Another time, sweetie.” He kisses my forehead and I want to melt. “Trig, go into Crystal’s bedroom, in the drawer with her toys there is a bottle of lubrication. Please bring that to me.”
“How do you know what’s in my drawers?” I ask.
At the same time, Trig says, “Um, okay, I guess,” and goes to my room.
“I had a peek while you were gone before I made my way out here. You’ll thank me. Though, if you don’t like what I propose, you remember what I said.”
“I can say no.”
“Correct.”
Trig comes back over and hands the bottle to Cliff, who sets it on the side table.
“Alright, Trig. We have a wonderful opportunity. The world’s most beautiful woman is before us in a state previously unknown to mankind, and if we don’t fuck her silly, we’d be complete idiots. If she isn’t as wobbly and invisible as a bowl of unflavored gelatin by the time we’re done with her, we’ve lost an incredible opportunity. Get undressed.”
I have to admit, I like his plan. Trig seems to as well because he very quickly whips off his white t-shirt and jeans, pulling his boxers off with them, and stands ready.
“Good. Crystal, stand up and face Trig. Trig, kneel before her and pleasure her with your mouth. I’ll use my fingers behind her. She needs to come.”
“You’re so formal about this,” I try to say in a joking voice but it comes out shaky as Trig buries his face between my thighs and begins to lick my clit.
“I know what works. Fuck, that’s so interesting. I can see everything Trig is doing.” He pauses as he watches Trig work on me. “Trig, flatten your tongue when you get to that part,” Cliff instructs. I have to admit, it’s a good instruction.
Cliff inserts one, then two fingers inside me and begins to work in time with Trig. They make a wonderful pair and as Cliff inserts another finger inside me, Trig sucks on my clit, making me moan, feeling my orgasm approaching already.
When it breaks through, Cliff removes his fingers, pausing to instruct Trig once more. “Don’t stop,” he commands, and I whine at the overwhelming feelings of the continued sensation. Then I hear a bottle pop open and feel cool wetness rubbed on my rear entrance.
“Oh! Um.”
“Just my fingers,” Cliff soothes. “Relax.”
I do as he says and let him carefully, slowly work to stretch my ass as Trig continues. When I look down, I can see Trig’s eyes moving between my face and Cliff’s fingers and I think about how strange this all must look to them. The thought somehow, that I’m so special and exotic, turns me on even more than I already am and another orgasm creeps up and crashes through me.
“You’re ready, sweetie. Trig, carry her to the bedroom, I’ll meet you there.”
