Cake here

This morning I’m cozy, sated, and leaking in my bed. Your husband just left and mine is showering for the business day. They both smell like me. Yours will all day, until he comes home to you. I sent both of my men the same text after they tucked me back in for the morning.

“Drifting in and out of sleep thinking of being woken up by your fingers. Insistent between my swollen lips. Tender. Wet. My own hands trace the curves of my chest while I rock against you.”

We spent hours together, me rocking between them. Being served. Fucked. Loved. My beloved holding me open for yours to make love with the core of me. We only spoke of you when I told them your schedule for the day.

The kids need to be home by 7:30.

Laundry is on your passenger seat. You’ll want to get on that, our sheets from last night are very wet.

Your husband, mine, and myself need reservations at our favorite place. The three of us are celebrating your birthday while you babysit!