“y’know, bringing us here was the least useless idea you’ve ever had in your entire life,” sevika said, her voice low and uncharacteristically relaxed.

she was leaning against the rim of the sunken marble bathtub, her body warmed and soaked by the gentle steam; submerged up to her breasts, resting her right arm along the edge.

“i’m already regretting it,” ambessa murmured, her eyes closed as she rested her head against the side of the tub.

facing ambessa, grayson, who had been watching the two in silence until then, let out a low chuckle. that sort of ‘light’ teasing that always carried a real bite—or something deeper—beneath the surface had become a regular occurrence between them. and she certainly wasn’t about to put a stop to it.

it was supposed to be a quiet day, focused on relaxation and trying to shake off the stress of the past week. that was why ambessa had decided to invite the two of them for a long, relaxing soak in the bath house, followed by a professional massage, if they wanted one.

ambessa opened her eyes to cup water in her hands and splash it onto her face, but a movement across the room caught her attention.

as she turned her head slightly and saw who had entered, a small, knowing, and mischievous smile played upon her full lips.

you had just walked in, accompanied by a friend. the two of you were chatting as you headed toward one of the showers; there were no stalls or curtains, so you would be bathing right out in the open. your friend laughed at something you said, and as she leaned over to turn the handle and test the water temperature, you glanced around while adjusting the white towel wrapped around your body.

there weren’t many people in the room, and most were using the showers as well. that was when you saw her.

the moment you realized ambessa’s gaze was already fixed on you, a smile formed on your face too. you two had been exchanging these suggestive glances for a while now, though neither had made the first move yet.

perhaps because the anticipation and tension felt too good to break abruptly, or simply because you were waiting for the right moment.

your eyes then shifted to the two women with her.

“we have company…” you thought.

fortunately, the two were too engrossed in their own relaxation to notice you. which was perfect, allowing you to study and admire them a little longer.

like ambessa, both clearly possessed majestic physiques; you could easily tell by the well-defined structure of their shoulders. their strong, striking features were incredibly attractive and memorable. wow, of course someone as beautiful as ambessa would be accompanied by other beautiful women. you bit your lower lip thoughtfully, then glanced back at ambessa, as if silently asking about them.

she merely raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, a faint smile still playing on her lips; it made you stifle a laugh and look away, turning your attention back to what your friend was saying. she was already naked, washing herself under the running shower water.

“well, now that i think about it…” ambessa began, immediately drawing the two women's attention. “there’s something about this place i forgot to mention.”

sevika raised an eyebrow and grayson simply kept watching her, both of them attentive to whatever she was about to say. with their attention fixed on her, ambessa nodded in your direction, and they wasted no time following her gaze.

“see the one in the towel? we’ve been having some...interesting interactions.”

“you mean.. you’ve been flirting with her?” grayson asked bluntly, though she didn’t look away from you.

“mhm. and i think she liked you two.”

“right, and what makes you think that?” sevika countered, glancing back at ambessa for a second.

“stay quiet and you’ll see. let’s just enjoy the show.” ambessa settled more comfortably against the side of the tub, relaxing her posture while keeping her piercing, watchful gaze locked on you as you began to remove your towel while still chatting with your friend.

sevika and grayson exchanged a glance, silently questioning whether they were really going to do this. in the end, they simply shrugged and turned their eyes back to you.

your towel was now hanging from one of the wall hooks, leaving you completely naked with your back to the three of them. your friend had filled a bucket with water so you wouldn’t have to wait for her to finish before bathing too—well, you could easily have used separate showers, but the need to keep the conversation going and your secret desire to stand before the three of them won out.

you used the bucket to splash water over your body, quickly soaking yourself. the eyes of the three women seemed to trace the path of every water droplet as it ran down your skin.

meanwhile, you chatted away as if completely unaware of it. once you were sufficiently wet, you bent down to pick up the bar of soap and deliberately turned your body toward them. grayson swallowed hard as she got a full view of everything from your breasts down to the trimmed bush covering your pussy. god, you were beautiful.

with perfectly feigned innocence, you began rubbing the bar over your body. first your arms, then your neck, before moving down your torso. with a slow, deliberate, and torturous pace, you rubbed each breast, setting the soap aside for a moment to use your own hands. you circled each breast, giving them subtles squeezes, rubbing the valley between them, and brushing your fingers over your nipples. your entire torso glistened. sevika shifted in her spot, adjusting herself to get a better view and crossing her legs beneath the water.

“that’s exactly what i’m saying! his ex-wife hates me,” your friend exclaimed, indignant about the family drama she was sharing.

“and why exactly are you still with a guy who stays in touch with his ex?” she groaned, closing her eyes as she ducked back under the water, trying to drown her embarrassment.

you just laughed, still listening to her grumbling.

taking advantage of the fact that she wasn’t looking at you, you glanced up quickly, catching the three of them staring at your body. a subtle shiver ran through you, and that only turned you on even more. you lightly licked your lips, picking up the bar of soap once more.

you leaned against the wall to start scrubbing your legs, one at a time. again, you moved with that exaggerated, intentional slowness, making sure to focus the pressure and scrubbing motion of your palm on your thighs, the inner thighs, the groin, all before working your way down to your heels; cleaning them required you to squat. ambessa sighed heavily, her thick fingers drumming impatiently against the marble floor.

your friend finished up in the shower, so you used it to quickly rinse all the soap from your body. now, normally, you would just wrap a towel around yourself and head to the locker room, but you weren't about to stop just yet.

as your friend put away the things she’d brought in her bag, you started drying yourself off; you didn’t give her time to question you, distracting her by asking another question about the topic you’d been discussing. luckily for the four of you, it worked.

you kept your back to the three of them, resting one leg on the wooden bench built into the wall, a position that would, one way or another, leave you accidentally overexposed. fully and perfectly to their view.

sevika let out a low sigh, instinctively pressing her crossed legs together and shifting uncomfortably beneath the water. grayson glanced around quickly, momentarily fearing someone might notice, but realizing they were all too distracted to pay attention, she relaxed and let herself look, licking her dry lips. ambessa simply held her gaze—never once looking away since you’d started soaping up—shamelessly keeping her eyes fixed on your exposed pussy. she looked like starving.

once you were finished, you wrapped yourself in your towel and started following your friend out, glancing back one last time from the doorway and smiling at them over your shoulder before leaving.

“…what was that?” sevika murmured, slowly and with a slight tremor, uncrossing her legs.

“that was our invitation to an afternoon of relaxation, my dears.” ambessa was already rising from the tub, revealing her goddess body, warmed and dripping wet from the long minutes spent submerged. “are you two coming, or am i going to have all the fun to myself? because honestly, i don’t mind either way.”

“of course we’re going,” grayson replied almost immediately, already rising. her haste would have surprised even her, were it not for… well, her haste.

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minutes later, you were settled into one of the rooms designated for resting; they could be heated to serve as a sauna, or simply cooled or kept at room temperature for a nap, a massage, or a quiet conversation.

your friend had said her goodbyes back in the locker room; she had headed straight home after getting dressed, leaving you alone in the bathhouse. now, wearing only your bra, you were taking advantage of the room’s privacy to apply scented body oil all over. you were sitting down, smoothing the product onto your legs. the room’s warm, low lighting, combined with the relaxing aroma of your products and the scented candles, created the perfect atmosphere for unwinding.

that was when the door slowly opened. you glanced up just to check, smiling before looking back down at your legs.

“i think you’re in the wrong room…”

“no. this is the right one.” you let your legs rest and braced your hands on the bench, leaning back against the wall as you looked directly at them. all three still had towels wrapped around them—though the towels did a poor job of trying to hide their strong bodies.

ambessa sat down beside you, keeping a safe distance as she removed her towel, letting out a low sigh as she settled into her spot. grayson sat on the other side, though she kept her towel on. you turned your head toward her and offered a welcoming smile, shamelessly letting your gaze drop for a second—taking in the cleavage pushed together by the towel—before meeting her eyes again. sevika entered last, closing the door behind her. she also removed her towel, hanging it on a rack as she walked over to the three of you. you smiled at her too, but quickly replaced it with a bite of your lower lip as you scanned her naked body.

“aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” you asked, turning your head to look at ambessa, who had been silently watching the interactions.

“oh, right. these are sevika and grayson.” she gestured casually, a dismissive wave of her hand that earned an annoyed grumble from sevika and a soft eye-roll from grayson.

you just chuckled softly, deciding then to make your move. after all, what were you all waiting for?

“nice names. it switches you both. now… you came here to relax, didn’t you? how about i help out while we wait for masseuses to arrive?”

you took the oil you’d used on your legs, splashed a little onto your hands, knelt on the bench, and moved closer to grayson. her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t stop you. you shifted until you were behind her, beginning a slow massage on her tense shoulders. she let out a low sigh, leaning into your touch.

“you’re tense…” you murmured, increasing the pressure of your fingers. “are you two, as well?”

“you have no idea,” sevika replied quietly, her eyes fixed on your hands and the way grayson’s towel was slipping down.

you slid your hands downward, helping the cloth slide lower, and leaned in closer to her face. you kissed her jawline, followed by a trail of kisses leading to her mouth, where you began a slow, deep kiss.

with your eyes closed, you couldn’t see who had approached; you only knew that the next moment, you felt large, warm hands on your waist, one on each side. the larger hand slid to your hip, squeezing firmly and gathering the flesh until it was cupping your buttock. you sighed into the kiss at the sensation, pulling away just enough to let out soft gasps as the touches continued.

ambessa squeezed your butt, slowly kissing and licking your neck. on the other side, sevika gripped her waist and moved her hand to unclasp your bra, planting kisses along your spine. in front of you, grayson stood up—now completely naked—and slowly pulled you into a seated position. naturally, you didn’t resist.

grayson knelt on the floor, holding your legs to spread them wide, and wasted no time in going down on you. her tongue traced a path from your hole up to your clit, closing around it to suck. you moaned, pressing yourself into her mouth while gripping ambessa and sevika’s shoulders. one of them sucked and licked at a nipple, while the other left marks on your neck.

but then, a sudden noise outside made you four freeze instantly. someone had dropped something right by the door, followed by the sound of two women talking. they were deciding which room to enter.

“did you lock the door?” you asked, looking at sevika.

the woman raised her eyebrows and shrugged, an answer that spoke volumes.

before you could get up to lock it, one of ambessa’s long, thick fingers stopped you, sliding into your soaked hole. sevika was quick to cover your mouth, muffling the loud whimper that escaped you.

“just stay quiet, darling. can you do that?”

ambessa curled her finger inside, pushing back and forth, slowly increasing the intensity and speed. grayson released one of your legs to bring her hand to your pussy as well, using her thumb to circle your clit. your body tensed in their hands, and more moans and whimpers were stifled by sevika’s hand; she kept her eyes fixed on the door while kissing your jawline.

the doorknob turned; someone was holding it. you squeezed your eyes shut, unsure if you were bracing to get caught or struggling not to moan louder as the fingers continued working on your pussy. but fortunately, the debate outside seemed to take a different turn, as the person let go of the knob and footsteps moved toward another room.

you almost sighed with relief, but the sensation of another of ambessa’s fingers entering you stopped you.

“fuck! ah—...”

“quiet, sweetheart. we almost got caught,” sevika whispered, kneeling beside you.

she leaned in, aiming for your filled pussy, gathering saliva in her mouth before spitting right into the center; it quickly mingled with your fluids, tangling between ambessa’s fingers. then, she grabbed the leg grayson was still holding open and straddled your thigh, riding you shamelessly, grunting softly as she felt her pussy slide easily against your skin, and arching her back to offer her breast to your mouth, which you immediately started to suck on.

you used one hand to hold onto her waist and slid the other to pinch ambessa’s nipple; she gasped softly at your touch.

the relentless, deep, and precise movements of ambessa’s two fingers inside you, accompanied by the steady pressure of grayson’s thumb on your clit, didn’t take long to make you cum. your back arched, your breath catching for a long, agonizing second before escaping in shaky, ragged bursts. your inner walls contracted repeatedly around her fingers, as if milking them deeper inside, while your clit pulsed against her thumb.

as the peak of your ecstasy subsided, ambessa leaned in to capture your mouth in a wet, messy kiss, pulling your hair at the nape of your neck to guide you. after she let go, and while you caught your breath with half-lidded eyes, the three women exchanged silent glances over you.

with a nod, grayson signaled for sevika to move off you. she gave a side smile as she understood, moving to free your thigh—which was now soaked from her pussy.

ambessa and sevika shifted, guiding you down to the floor. you looked at them in confusion but didn’t stop them, moving along with them until you were kneeling on the marble.

“what? didn’t think we didn’t have other uses for you, did you?” ambessa teased.

“i just… just don’t understand how—uh…” with one on each side, ambessa and sevika grabbed your arms, stretching them out. you watched as they wedged your arms between their toned thighs, pulling them upward and lowering themselves until their pussies were in direct contact with your limbs, where they began to grind back and forth.

“that—that’s it. oh, shit,” sevika moaned. they quickly found a rhythm, reveling in how the fit, the pressure, and the speed sent waves of pleasure to their throbbing cores. they leaned over you, locking their mouths in an intense kiss.

from your position, you smiled, your gaze darting between the two of them. so close, yet so far from their pussies. even so, you could smell their musky perfectly. and fortunately, you wouldn’t have to just imagine the taste, as grayson’s large, gentle, calloused hands guided your face forward, right in front of her pussy.

you licked and bit your lips in anticipation, opening your mouth as the two of you leaned toward one another.

as soon as your warm, wet mouth began to lick and suck her, grayson let out low grunts and sighs, initially stroking your hair—before abandoning any attempt at gentleness and gripping it tightly, dictating the pace and pressure.

the room grew hotter and more humid as the sounds continued: from the moans, grunts, and gasps they tried to keep hushed, to the obscene wet sounds your mouth made against grayson’s pussy, and the sounds of sevika and ambessa riding your arms. you were more than happy to be used essentially as a sex toy by them; your pussy dripping onto the floor—long, viscous trails slowly sliding down to make the ground glisten—serving as living proof of your arousal as you satisfied them with everything you had left after the intense orgasm they’d given you minutes earlier.

the pace of the two women riding your arms quickened, both of your limbs going numb from the position, but you wouldn’t stop. at the same time, grayson pressed you harder against her, her head thrown back as she gasped at the way you were forcefully sucking her swollen clit.

in the end, they came almost simultaneously, one right after the other. you almost moaned as you watched them, watching their faces contort with the pleasure of their climax and listening to the low, deep sounds they made. fuck, you almost cummed just from the realization that you were being used by women who looked like works of art.

slowly, each of them pulled away from you. you took a deep breath as you were drawn away from grayson’s pussy; half your face slick and glistening, just like both your arms, a total mess. and, of course, the little mess you’d made on the floor didn’t go unnoticed.

ambessa held your chin, turning your face toward hers, then slid her thumb into your mouth, which you immediately sucked on.

“it seems your body still wants more. am i right?”

“fuck, yeah. look at this…” sevika murmured, pressing the top of her foot against you, eliciting a shaky, muffled whimper.

grayson brushed some hair from your face, wiping the fine sheen of sweat from your forehead. “we should take her somewhere so we can do whatever we want with her.”

“that’s the second least useless idea i’ve ever heard from one of you,” sevika agreed.

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Your wife is a very patient woman.

You don't know how she manages it- spending these late nights in the office mulling over paperwork without so much as a sigh, a huff, the mumbling of a few choice words directed toward the boss who has her working this late in the first place.

You certainly couldn't do it; in fact, watching her fill out page after page of paperwork was enough to test your own patience- or, lack thereof- made obvious by your incessant attempts at claiming the focused sheriff's attention.

"I remember when you were awarded this medal."

"You should get one of those fancy desk plaques with your name on it."

"I did such a good job decorating in here. Isn't it so much cozier now?"

And, eventually, when Grayson offers more in response than an amused hum, you're completely caught off guard by what she has to say.

"My love?" She purrs, eyes still trained on her notepad as her fountain pen dances across its surface.

You sit up straighter, anticipating that she'll finally say she's ready to go home.

"Yes, honey?"

"Touch yourself for me."

Your breath is stolen from your lungs.

"…What?"

It's only then that she looks up at you, slow and sure.

"Hike your dress up, take off your underwear, lean back on the chaise, and touch yourself."

And you know better than to disobey your sheriff.

As soon as you press a finger to your clit, she resumes her work, head down, pen scribbling; but now, she wears a pleased grin.

For a while, she doesn't say a word. Just lets you entertain yourself and makes use of the time she's bought while you do so.

But then, she recognizes the sharp inhale signaling that you're close, and her head snaps up. The sight she finds is nothing short of a masterpiece- the fabric of your dress pooling like water around your hips, your breasts rising and falling with labored breath, your lips parted and brows furrowed, hand slotted in between soft, spread thighs to work at your slick-covered clit.

She finally places her pen down, leaning back in her chair and placing her chin in her palm as she considers hiring an artist to immortalize the delicious scene in front of her.

But then, the sound of her name tumbling from your lips, breathless and desperate, pulls her from her thoughts.

"You close, darling?"

You nod fervently, hips rolling in time with your fingers.

"Can I come?"

She doesn't answer. Instead, she tells you stop, to make your way over to her instead.

And when you do, she looks up at you with a warm grin, one hand coming up to rest on your hips, and the other reaching up to palm at your heat.

"Let's see how wet we are, yes?" She whispers, sliding two fingers through your lower lips.

You hiss, and she hums, slipping her fingers inside of you.

"You plan on being good for me?" She asks, and you're promising you will before you even know what's in store for you.

"You're certainly ready for me," she chuckles darkly, pulling her fingers out of you and scooting back in her chair-

Just enough to spread her legs, undo her trousers, and reveal the strap you didn't know she was packing.

Your eyes go wide and she chuckles again.

"Turn around for me, sweetheart."

You follow the order without hesitation, nearly drooling at the thought of being fucked by her cock right now.

"Sit," she says- and you brace yourself on the arms of her chair, settling into her lap and grinding against the silicone pressing against you.

"There we go," she praises, "ease yourself onto it. Nice and slow."

You reach down to guide the toy inside of you, gasping as its head catches at your entrance, and whimpering as you take the rest, inch by inch.

She shifts her hips up just once as you relax into her lap, a guttural moan forcing itself from you as the tip of her cock prods at your cervix.

"Settled?" She asks, soft and sweet.

"Yeah," you exhale, bracing yourself for her impending thrusts-

But then, she leans forward, picks up a pen, and whispers in your ear.

"I'm going to finish my work, and you're going to be still and silent as I do it. I promise you'll be rewarded for your patience if you demonstrate it, but if you take something I don't give you, you'll be punished accordingly."

You could cry.

Here you were, antsy and eager for release, full to the brim and unable to do a damn thing about it.

You could fucking cry.

In fact, tears begin to prick your eyes as you nod.

"Okay," you mutter pathetically.

"Okay?" She repeats- and you don't miss the warning in the word.

"Yes, ma'am…"

"That's more like it."

She shifts forward again to get closer to the table, and you grip the arm of her chair so hard your knuckles go pale.

You try to focus on anything but the feeling of her inside you. The papers strewn about her desk, the sound of her fountain pen scratching against her notebook, the way she thumbs through her reports.

Fuck. You're focusing too much on her hands now. Her palms are calloused, her fingers are long and slender, and-

Fuck.

You clench around her so hard that it nearly hurts.

"Settle, Y/n," she warns as you squirm, and the hand you were so focused on comes to rest on your belly, just above where you can feel the head of her cock.

"I'm sorry," you pant, "I'm sorry, baby. I'm really trying-"

"Shh," she soothes, thumb smoothing over the soft fabric of your dress. "I know, love. Keep it up for me."

You take slow, deep breaths, willing yourself to relax and endure what you're convinced is torture for as long as you can.

At some point, though, your body relaxes so much that you take more of her than you realized there was, and the pressure on your cervix is sharp enough to make you wince.

She immediately halts her review of the report in her hand, placing it down and giving you all of her attention.

"You alright, love?"

"'M okay," you reply- but you're still tensed. "You're just… really deep."

"Good deep, or bad deep?"

"Bad, I think," you quickly nod- and she's even quicker to place her hands on your hips, gently ordering you to adjust in whatever way makes this comfortable for you.

You settle on leaning back against her chest, your head resting on her shoulder.

Your thighs are sprawled wide atop her own, and your hand flies up behind you to find purchase on the back of her chair.

"Fuck, Gray," you grit, "I'm really tryin' to be good here…'

She chortles, and your eyes roll back in your head at the way even that causes her to shift inside of you.

"Almost done, baby. You can do it."

You don't if you can.

Janna... you really don't know if you can… and she must know you're about to start being bad, because she beats you to the punch with the tap of two fingers against your lips.

You open your mouth and swirl your tongue around the digits with a moan.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

She removes her fingers from your mouth with a pop, allowing you to respond appropriately.

"Yes, ma'am," you beg. "Please, ma'am, I want your fingers on my clit."

"Good girl," She praises emphatically, pleased by the specific request.

And thanks to the very job that has her stuck in the office right now, your wife is just as good at taking orders as you are.

You swear it's all of 30 seconds before you're clamping down around her with a loud cry. She doesn't even have to move her hips- not when you're milking her like this, when every pulse of your walls is enough for the toy to massage your g-spot. Her fingers are unrelenting, circling your clit as waves of pleasure ripple through you.

All in all, you're damn near convinced it's the best orgasm you've ever had.

And… if your wife ever makes you wait on her strap like this again, you just might kill her.

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