All I have in life is my imaginagion.

It was a Saturday night around 11pm, but she knew they would both still be awake, so she let herself in. Judging by the dim light coming from their very open bedroom door upstairs, Emma knew her assumption was correct. I mean, they wouldn't have given me a key if they didn't want me to let myself in, right? The young nurse stomped up the stairs, heels and purse left scattered by the front door. "Oh no, here comes our favourite little tornado," Cassie mused, head resting against Dana's chest. The charge nurse's back was rested against the headboard, book in her free hand which her readers perched low on her nose. "Probably coming to tell us about another failed date, so I hope you're not too tired after earlier, darlin'. You know how our girl gets when she's needy and frustrated with men." Our girl. It came out so naturally, like it was just right. As if on cue, Emma was standing in their doorway, hands on her hips. "He was so fucking boring." Dana and Cassie shared a look that definitely said "shock horror" without either of them opening their mouths. Cassie scooted over to make room between them, knowing exactly how this was going to go. The young nurse was stripping out of her clothes, completely oblivious to the hungry eyes watching her every movement with rapt attention. "It was a snooze fest, I don't even know why I bother with men." "Neither do we, darlin'," Dana husked out as Emma ransacked their drawers for clothes, settling for a pair of Cassie's boxers and one of her t-shirts that definitely well outdated the curly-haired brunette. Emma continued angrily muttering about not wanting to be alone and something about wanting to feel good, all while climbing into bed between them to nestle into the warm spot that was practically made just for her. Because it was. "You know," Cassie hummed, hand already trailing the soft material of her boxers of Emma's body, fingertips dancing along her hipbone. "You come to us after anyways to get your fix. Have you ever considered... cutting out the middle step and just coming to us when you've decided to be a needy little thing?" Dana's eyebrows rose, but she stayed silent. She was curious as to what Emma would have to say to such a direct proposition. "I just... I don't know, you two are married. This is just casual, I..." Emma could feel her chest heating up, becoming painfully aware of how they were both looking at her. "Is it casual, baby?" There was that drawl of Dana's, the one that turned the young nurse into putty in an instant. Her fingers were trailing along Emma's jawline, tapping gently against her lips just to be granted almost immediate access. She slipped two digits in, letting out a shaky breath when Emma began to suck on them. "I don't think there's anything casual about you droolin' on my fingers, sugar. Especially not when you do it to muffle the sounds my wife is fuckin' out of you." Cassie followed Dana's lead, hand slipping past the waistband of the underwear Emma had stolen. "It doesn't feel like you think it's casual." It was cruel, the way slender fingers were teasing her drenched pussy. Mainly because Emma knew she was embarrassingly wet.

Hell, she had been practically beaming when she realised her date was going poorly at the start of the evening. Fantasising about how Dana and Cassie would fix it. They always did make it so much better. If Emma was honest with herself...

There was nothing casual about the way they fucked her that night. To be continued.