Page 50 of Menage a Passions
Guess I’m listening.
The phone must have been thrown down onto the bed because everything Caitlyn heard sounded like it was a mile away, justgrunts, gasps, and groans.Maybe I should hang up after all.What was the point if Caitlyn couldn’t hear the good parts? She was better off watching porn if that were her thing.
Then…
“That’s it! Oh,fuck,yes!”
Caitlyn’s brows arched across her forehead. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said while holding her phone to her ear with one hand and scooping up bubbles from her bath with the other. Once she had a good handful, she blew them to the other side of the tub. It was a game she could play until every bubble died.
Just like Rebecca was apparently dying – and going straight to heaven.
“Louder…” Jane commanded in the distance. “Make your other Mistress hear you.”
Aw, so sweet! She thought of me!Caitlyn blew more bubbles, this time off her curling knuckles. Once she was satisfied with getting the most out of her bath, she sank deeper into the hot water, closing her eyes and savoring the sweet sounds of entertainment.
“Yes! Thank you!” Rebecca cried out louder than before, her moans of gratitude only matched by the harried breaths that probably belonged to Jane.Thrusting like her life depended on it.Caitlyn always meant to ask her wife what it was like fucking someone like Rebecca, who barely had any thighs, with a strap-on versus giving it to Caitlyn.She’d probably say something like “Oh, it’s more difficult, love, but very,veryrewarding! Besides, I’ve had more practice with you.”Ugh. Which only reminded Caitlyn how long it had been since she crawled into Jane’s bed or vice versa. The three of them had sex the night before Caitlyn departed for Iowa, but it amounted to staying quiet in Jane’s shower so someone else wouldn’t accidentally overhear them.Must be nice to have her out of the house so they can be raunchy and loud.Caitlyn already missed that freedom, but such was life.
“Three…” Caitlyn counted down while the bed squeaking continued. “Two…”
She must have started counting too late, for she immediately heard, “I’m coming!Fuck,I’m coming!” Or maybe Jane was that good that night.
Caitlyn glanced down at her chest.Oooh, nice.Her nipples were hard enough to dent the wall.Best not to turn around, I guess.She had a feeling the rest of her was excited too, but it was difficult to tell in the bathtub, where she was supposed to be relaxing.Not getting all revved up for some fun of my own.Would it be gauche to touch herself and find out?
Ah, fuck that. She was too distracted.
“Oh, so sorry.” Jane almost sounded Canadian when she emphasized those double Rs. “Did it slip? You’ll live, love.”
Caitlyn sputtered in unexpected laughter.You did that on purpose, Lin. Torture the poor thing, why don’t you?Either that or Jane needed more breathers as she got older.
“What’s that?” Jane continued. “I cannot hear you when you mumble like that, Becca.”
“I saidfuck me, damnit!”
Caitlyn held the phone away from her ear.Goddamn.Rebecca must have been on the brink of more madness than Caitlyn anticipated.This calls for some participation on my part.Maybe neither of her partners could see or hear whatshewas doing, but that wouldn’t stop her from imagining that she was there with them, lying on the edge of the bed and watching this precious event unfold.
Namely, Jane being an uttertrollin bed.
“What do you think?” Jane said directly into her phone. “Should I finish her off? Or make her do it herself?”
“Come on, Lin, it’s rude to leave a girl hanging for too long. Haven’t I taught you any manners since we met?”
The moment Caitlyn stopped speaking, her phone buzzed with an incoming text message. “Did you send me something?”
“Take a look at that while I’m at work here.”
Caitlyn was almost afraid to look, if only because they had very strict rules about nudes and sex-selfies in the group chat, in case they were ever hacked or someone lost their minds and went rogue on the other two.Only Rebecca is allowed to post anything scandalous.She had the least to lose, so it was up to her what she wanted out there.
Jane must have gotten permission because that was averylascivious photo of Rebecca on Caitlyn’s screen.
“Oh. My.” She brought it closer to her face in case she missed any details.Nope. That’s what she looks like during sex, all right.Glazed over eyes, mouth open, cheeks flushed red and hair a mess beneath her head. The fact Jane thought to include Rebecca hurriedly covering her chest with her hands with ice cream in the punch.
“Imagine you were me right now,” Jane haughtily said into her phone. Then, in Mandarin, “Touxiang qieyu,as we used to say.”
She referred to the early days of Caitlyn living in Hong Kong, learning Cantonese and Mandarin simultaneously. Of course, some of the first things that stuck besides pleasantries and how to hail a cab had to do with sex.Like stolen scent and pilfered jade.That was how Jane described their sex life shortly after their marriage. They were so busy building their business, dealing with family, and dealing with Caitlyn’s culture shock that most of their lovemaking was done when they could steal a moment to themselves.It was how we got comfortable doing it at the office when nobody would interfere…Who said they would have time at home? Preposterous.
Caitlyn didn’t know if this reference was to flirt with her or to imply that this stolen moment while the teenager was out of thehouse was Jane’s to enjoy. Caitlyn didn’t care. She was still tipsy enough on cheap beer that she thought it the sweetest thing ever.
“Would you please make that poor woman come?” Caitlyn sighed, removing her hand from between her legs. “Otherwise, how canIin this tub?”