Page 19 of Three of Hearts

"Even better," he growled. "Come taste."

I removed the grip I had on her throat and slid down her body until I was positioned underneath them, trailing my tongue down her body along the way. I gave my best effort at multi-tasking between giving her sensitive clit the attention it needed and allowing Q to face-fuck me to give her time to recuperate. At one point he was only stroking once, jumping back and forth between her pussy and my mouth. It was glorious, and the pulse between my legs confirmed this was the sexual desire I had lying dormant for far too long.

"Turn the other way, Niecy. I wanna watch Nikki eat your pussy," Q requested.

We adjusted to the 69 position while Q continued fucking her from the back. The vibration from her moans against my clit was driving me crazy as I was returning the same vibrations on hers, Q's relentless thrusts causing the domino effect.

"Remind us again why you left?" Q cockily said to Nikki through gritted teeth.

"Trust me, I have regrets," she moaned. I was proud of the way she was taking Q. He hadn't had to tell her to stop running yet, which was impressive. I wasn't sure if it was the weed or the oysters that gave us all unprecedented stamina, but no one wanted to let up even after Nikki and I had two earth-shattering orgasms. Quincy finally slowed down, giving us the break we needed but didn't want to take.

"I'm not done with y'all, but we need to hydrate," Q said, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

"Let's move this to the room," I said, wrapping my arms around Nikki's waist.

You would've thought we were two teenagers the way we giggled and kissed all the way to our bed, where she fell on top of me. We immediately started scissoring, her warm, wet pussy sliding across mine, the friction satiating this long-awaited craving.

"I leave for two seconds," Q said, walking into the room with three bottles of water. Our collective response was heavy breathing and soft hums against each other's lips. Q sat on the bed next to us with the joint in his mouth—that hadn't miraculously started a fire since I'd abandoned it at some point without even realizing. Nikki was still grinding against me, but we both got distracted by Q sitting there slow stroking his thick dick, blowing out a curling cloud of smoke. I loved watching him masturbate for me. I could get off to that visual alone, but combined with Nikki's body on mine, I was already squirting all over her stomach before I had the chance to really enjoy the show.

"Come clean us up daddy.” I said as Nikki rolled over next to me.

"Don't have to tell me twice."

He stood up and made his way to the end of the bed, where he grabbed my ankle, dragging me toward him. He picked me up on his shoulders effortlessly, positioning me to his mouth as his tongue played against my clit and cleaned up the mess Nikki and I made.

"Fuck, Q!" I cried.

I couldn't see her, but I heard the loud, wet slurping coming from Nikki sucking his dick while he continued holding me in place. I grabbed the back of his head, pushing his tongue exactly where I needed it most. The slurping turned into clapping as I peeked to see Nikki throwing it back.

"Bring her down here," Nikki said after another orgasm ripped through her. Q obliged, sliding me down his body until I was lined up with his hard dick, which Nikki pushed inside me. Magical. That's what my husband's sex felt like. I felt like clay in a potter's hands as he worked me up and down, molding me with every thrust. This much pleasure felt downright gluttonous as I enjoyed every thick inch he was giving me while Nikki ate my ass with hungry, devoted strokes of her tongue.

"Where's her tongue at, Niecy?" Q said, locking his eyes on mine.

"My asss," I sang, locking my arms around his neck.

"My nasty fucking sluts," he growled.

He knew exactly what he was doing, calling us that. It was something about light degradation that got me every time. Call me a slut, bitch, or dirty little whore, and I was guaranteed to be climaxing shortly after. Q tossed me back on the bed to watch Nikki clean up the creamy mess I'd left all over his dick. I remembered the way Q looked the first time we'd tag teamed sucking him, and I couldn't help but join her. As our tongues tangled and we got lost in a passionate kiss, Q stepped back and stroked his dick, watching us.

"Y'all are so fucking sexy. Shitttt," he groaned, his cum shooting out right between our lips. I licked up the little bit that dripped down Nikki's chin, then swallowed it as she did the same to me. Q tilted her chin up to him.

"Don't let a nigga get used to this and think you still single mama.”

I smiled at my husband. He was so much better than me at being assertive, and in this moment, I was so grateful for that. There was no way we were letting her go again. We'd had too many conversations, all leading to the same unconventional conclusion: we wanted her to be a part of our union.

Chapter 15

RRABF Weekend 2026

Quincy

While I stood in line at Centennial Grounds, a gourmet breakfast and coffee shop in the lobby of the event hotel, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. It was Niecy's big weekend, and I was up at the crack of dawn fetching fuel and caffeine to get us through the long day ahead. Nikki had just texted me, letting me know she was on her way down to find Niecy and help set up her table.

Over this last month, we learned a lot about Nikki, especially during the week we convinced her to stay with us. One thing being she wasn't a morning person, which was fine by me since I kept a strict morning routine of hitting the gym and checking the stock market. Niecy was a morning person too, but her routine consisted of coffee and a book. By the time we were both done, Nikki would be just waking up, asking if we wanted breakfast. It worked since no one got in each other's way. I also learned of her peanut allergy the hard way when I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and kissed her after. Luckily, she didn't have a severe reaction and was able to take her allergy pill instead of having to use her EpiPen.

"Hi, can I get an Earl Grey tea, a caramel latte with an extra espresso shot, and an iced matcha latte?" I ordered when I got to the front counter. I wasn't a big coffee drinker, and I didn't understand the matcha hype. It tasted like grass to me, but Nikki loved it.

"Can I also get three breakfast burritos? And I'm not sure if there's any type of peanut product in them, but one is for someone with a peanut allergy," I said, just to be sure. I didn't want any unnecessary mishaps.