Page 7 of Three of Hearts

Niecy's playlist called her bluff. I felt like the designated girl scout chaperone listening to them belt the lyrics toDon't Waitby Mapei at the top of their lungs as I drove us back to the hotel. I hadn't seen my wife have this much fun in a long time, and it was feeding my soul, her happiness being directly connected to mine.

Heels dangling from their fingers, they all stumbled through the lobby when we arrived back at the hotel, their laughter echoing off the marble floors, cheeks still flushed from the night. I couldn't help but notice the subtle touches Nikki and Niecy exchanged. A hand on the small of the back. Fingers brushing knuckles. Innocent gestures to the unfamiliar eye, but I knew my wife. I saw it in her eyes when she looked at Nikki, that hunger she got when she wanted something she wasn't sure sheshould have. I saw that same fire in Nikki's eyes when she looked at my wife. Shit, when she looked at me, her gaze lingering a half-second too long on my lips, my hands, my chest. I wasn't supposed to notice, though. I wasn't supposed to be sitting in our hotel room stroking my dick thinking about how they both called me sir, how the word sounded dripping from their lips. I blamed that damn book Niecy made me read, the one that started all these thoughts. If that was my wife's biggest fantasy, I'd make that happen for her in a heartbeat, but it was definitely not my place to initiate it. Nikki would get my vote, though, if I had one. She was gorgeous in a way that had me wondering what her body would look like pressed between Niecy's and mine, skin on skin on skin, who would be the loudest and who would cum first.

The girls said good night to each other in the elevator, making plans to meet in the lobby once everyone had woken up. Nikki stepped off on our floor with us.

"Girl, I had so much fun. Thank you for a great night. You and your friends are such a good time," Niecy smiled.

"Aside from the fact that I'm unemployed now, this was the best time. Thank you for stepping out with us."

There was a pregnant pause as they both stared at each other, the hallway silent except for the hum of the ice machine down the corridor. I licked my lips, staring at Niecy, watching the battle play out across her face. She wanted to ask but didn't know how. The words stuck in her throat. Luckily, Nikki spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Can I kiss your wife, Quincy?" she asked, looking up at me. My dick bricked up instantly, straining against my zipper at the question alone, at the way she asked my permission while already leaning toward what she wanted. I loved that she asked, but it wasn't really my permission to give.

"You can do whatever my wife is comfortable with you doing to her. Niecy?" I responded.

Niecy nodded her approval as Nikki leaned in, pressing her lips to hers. It started off slow, soft pecks between shy smiles, the hesitant exploration of new territory. But by the time I inserted the key card and opened the door for them to move from the middle of the hallway, Nikki's tongue was dipping in and out of Niecy's mouth. Neither noticed the open door, but I wasn't about to interrupt what I knew was a long-awaited urge, this thing they'd both been circling all night. Instead, I wrapped my arms around my wife's waist from behind, brushing her ear with my lips and gently navigated them through the door.

Chapter 7

Nikki

Being bisexual came with a lot of assumptions and stereotypes, the main ones being we were all running around having a bunch of group sex and couldn't stay faithful to one person. Both couldn't be farther from the truth. I'd never cheated, and up until tonight, I'd never had more than one sexual partner at a time. My mind told me it was the tequila. It hadn't been the first time it made impulsive decisions for me. But after feeling the warmth of Denise's lips and the way her tongue moved against mine, I knew I'd fucked around and drank from a well laced with fentanyl.

That was the only explanation for the electric feeling pulsing through my veins as I watched Quincy unzip her dress and let it fall to her feet, the fabric pooling like liquid silk on the carpet. It was the only thing that made sense as he did the same for me, my own dress sliding off my shoulders under his rough hands. I wanted so badly to be consumed by the both of them, swallowed whole, but the uncertainty of exactly how far Denise wanted to take this loomed over me. Quincy and I both knew our desires were at her mercy.

"Tell us what you want, Niecy," Quincy said, reading my mind.

"Both of you. All of us. Everything." she muttered, the words barely audible.

Quincy removed his clothes leaving on just his briefs. I still felt guilty for the way I was lusting over him even though Denise had just given us all the green light. He was what my wet dreamsconsisted of. Tall, muscular, tattoos, beard. My pussy instantly contracted as he slid onto the bed and motioned for Niecy to sit between his legs. Once she was settled against his chest, his strong hands ran down her body and pulled her thong to the side, exposing her glistening pussy to me. My mouth watered in anticipation, knowing if her pussy tasted just half as good as her mouth, I'd found my kryptonite. He slid a finger inside her, and the beautiful sound that escaped her mouth, that sharp intake of breath, made my pussy contract again. He held the same finger out to me and I don't think I'd ever moved so fast. My lips wrapped around his thick finger, sucking off her delicious juices. She was sweet and intoxicating; my craving for her made it an impossible task to pry my mouth away until I cleaned off every drop. They both stared at me with hungry eyes as I lowered my head between her legs.

I swirled my tongue over her clit, lapping at her entrance when she started dripping, my kryptonite confirmed. Her cries matched the rhythm of my mouth, her pitch depending on the variation of pressure I used. She was so responsive, so needy, so fucking perfect. I watched her body squirm against Quincy's chest as he toyed with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers while I enjoyed my meal, the taste of her coating my tongue, my chin, my lips.

"Can Q taste me?" she asked, one hand cupping my face, her thumb brushing my jaw. I felt greedy and ravenous. I didn't want to stop eating her. It was like living my whole life malnourished and someone handing me a slice of pizza. But my only goal tonight was her pleasure; whatever else came after that was just a bonus, so I started maneuvering myself away when she stopped me.

"No. On you," she said, guiding my face up toward them. Her soft hands explored my body, mapping my curves, while Q's waiting mouth accepted my tongue, sucking lightly and making me even wetter if that was possible, the taste of her still lingering as he kissed me.

"My baby tastes so fucking good, doesn't she?" he whispered into my mouth.

"Mhmm," I hummed, smiling down at her.

Her warm mouth wrapped around my right nipple while she simultaneously removed my panties, then her own. Quincy made his rounds, moving from my lips to her neck, to my neck, down to her lips, a coordinated torture mixed with the slow grinding of our heated bodies. I was having a hard time believing this was the first time they had done this together; everything synchronized and tactical. The clit-to-clit friction was what broke me. Her pillowy-soft lower lips, slick with our combined wetness, was a sensation I'd commit myself to experiencing any chance she'd allow. I didn't want it to end, but I was also desperate to witness what had brought me to my orgasm just hours earlier.

"You're so fucking pretty," I whispered as I stared into her eyes, moving back down her body to sample what we tasted like mixed together. Sweet nectar from a sun-kissed honeysuckle would be my best description. I couldn't get enough, but I couldn't help wanting Quincy to share in this experience. Reading my mind again as I looked up at him, he moved to join me between Niecy's thighs. Our tongues worked in tandem on her clit, eliciting the sexiest moans to float throughout the room. We'd get lost in a sticky kiss in between our in-sync licks, the taste of her passing between us. He was a skilled multi-tasker, his hand gliding over the roundness of my ass and dipping hisfinger in the mess his wife and I had made. I let out a suppressed groan into her pussy that made her shake. I had no choice but to let him take over. I could no longer focus with his fingers hitting my spot. By the harmonies of our pleasure, I knew we were both riding the wave of our matched orgasms.

"Both of y'all sound so good cumming for me. Fuck…" he moaned, the sound rumbling from his chest like thunder. A man who found pleasure in pleasing was top tier. I had no doubt we could end the night right here and he'd claim 100% satisfaction. That made me want to return the favor even more, to make him feel half of what he'd made me feel. I watched him remove his fingers, glistening with my cum, and fed them to Niecy, her lips closing around them with a hunger that matched my own.

"I need more, baby," she said. It was her calling me baby that made my heart flutter right along with my pussy. Quincy and I stood together, and it was my first glance at his dick, understandably rock hard, standing straight out. His dick was pretty: long and thick with a vein running down the middle, pulsing with his heartbeat. I couldn't look away, mesmerized by the sight of him. I'd just cum and was more eager to see them together than I was for my own gratification, my desire secondary to witnessing their chemistry.

"Can I get him ready for you instead, gorgeous?" I asked. She nodded and smiled her approval, so I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hand around his dick, bringing the tip to my tongue, the salt of his precum exploding on my taste buds. He gathered my hair and held it back so I could work, the slight tug against my scalp sending shivers down my spine. In my peripheral, I could see Niecy playing with herself, her fingers circling her clit in tight, desperate strokes, which prompted the need to rub my own aching clit along with her.

"Gah damn," Quincy gritted, looking between Niecy and me, his gaze bouncing back and forth like he couldn't decide where to land. I pushed him to the back of my throat, making his head fall back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. I had to bite back my moan at how sexy he looked, vulnerable and powerful all at once.

"Fuck, girl," he groaned. "Give me that throat again," he demanded, pushing himself deeper, his hand tightening in my hair. I was loving every second of him using my mouth, the way he took what he wanted without apology. I loved it even more that the show we were putting on was causing Niecy to put on her own show for us by squirting all over her fingers, the wetness coating her hand, dripping onto the sheets. She crawled over to us once her body stopped shaking, her movements languid and satisfied, and took over the slow circles I was making on my clit while taking his balls in her mouth as I continued working his length, the coordination between us seamless.

"Oh, y'all tryna fuckin' kill me," he stated, his breathing becoming labored, his chest heaving. We both exercised our Fifth Amendment right and kept going, alternating positions but meeting at the tip to make out, our tongues dancing around his head. I could tell that was torturous for him, feeling our lips and tongues move together over the most sensitive part of his dick. We held all the power, but a man like Quincy wouldn't let that go on for too long without taking back control

"On the bed. Both of you," he said, his voice dropping an octave, commanding.