16. Katja

Amara knowshow to eat her spouse. And Wren is finally, finally surrendering to it. For a while, they kept pulling back up, hovering above Amara's mouth, cautious and careful despite Amara digging her fingers into their thigh and pulling them back down. But now they are too overcome with lust, and maybe, possibly love. They're writhing around on Amara's face. They're bucking their hips. They're thrusting into nothing, needing to be filled.

They're ready for me.

"I'm going to touch you now, Wren."

"Yes, Chef," Wren pants as Amara hums.

They're both so good. Such sweet little submissives and I want to keep them. I want to have them to play with forever and ever and… I have to stop thinking like that. It's going to distract me from what I need to do.

"Arch your back a bit more for me," I say, stroking my hand up and down Wren's back.

Wren does as they are told and I can finally see more of the glistening pink of their cunt as it lifts off Amara's chin. I want to taste it myself, but Amara is eating them as diligently as I would.

I suck two fingers into my mouth and spit on them as I pull them out of my lips. Amara releases a muffled moan at the sound my spittle makes. So eine schmutzige Schlampe. Meine schmutzige, kleine Schlampe.

I press down as I push my two middle fingers slowly inside Wren. Their hips buck against my hand, wanting the full length of my digits inside them. They throw their head back and release a long, heavy sigh.

"It's okay, Wren," I tell them, stroking their back with my other hand. "We're going to help you come. We're going to make that nasty little ache go away, aren't we, Amara?"

Amara hums her agreement, not wanting to take her mouth off Wren's cunt for a single second.

At first, my strokes are slow and deliberate, in and out, in and out. I keep the pressure on Wren's inner wall and I try to match the little thrusts they make against Amara's tongue. But then Wren's movements become quicker, less rhythmic and I keep my fingers deep inside them

"Fuck," Wren grunts. "I'm so close."

Their strong, muscular back is now covered with a light sheen of sweat, and I lean over their body to kiss it, unable to deny myself a taste. To fit my hand better between our bodies, my thumb comes to rest on the pleat of their asshole and I pull back a little, ready to correct myself.

"No, leave it there," Wren grits out. "I like it."

"Oh, that makes me happy, little Wren." I hum into their hair. "So happy."

I apply a bit more pressure with my thumb and it appears it's exactly what our little Wren needs. They push into my hand, greedy and hard, and start to groan. When I feel their cunt clench around my fingers and their asshole pulse under the pad of my thumb, it nearly makes me come too.

"Jesus, oh… Fuck. Yes," Wren grits out.

"Such a good little sub," I praise them as they push up on their hands and knees and lift off Amara. I slowly take my hand away from Wren and give them space to move.

Sitting back, I can't help but stare at Amara. She looks so pretty with Wren all over her mouth, cheeks and chin, her body spread out on the cushions beneath me and I have to have her. I simply have to. I trust she or Wren will use their safe words if I overstep, but very little else could stop me as I climb down Amara's body and then dive into her spread pussy.

As I eat her, I think about how I'm tasting Wren's saliva down here too, that my tongue is following the tracks and paths of their tongue, and that tightens the coil of desire buried deep in my cunt. At this point it won't matter if they touch me or not, I'm destined to come and to come hard.

"Relax, Wren." I lift my lips barely a centimetre off Amara. "I'll see to you afterwards."

And I will. I'm hungry enough for both of them.

When I don't see them collapse in a heap on the sofa next to Amara, I wonder if they've gone to the kitchen to get some water, which isn't a terrible idea and will be top of my list of aftercare duties. But then I feel them behind me. Not their touch. I feel their presence.

Continuing to lap and suck on Amara's clit and cunt, I wait with bated breath wondering what Wren is doing behind me. I'm bent over their wife – my ass up in the air – and I feel a thrill ripple down my spine when I think about them looking at me, at my lace-covered mound and the wet patch that must be there.

As if they know what I'm thinking, they speak. "Can I take them off?" Their hands land on the top of my knickers. "Please, Chef."

Well, when they ask so nicely…

"Yes," I say, again barely breaking the strokes of my tongue.

Wren is rougher than I expect pulling down my underwear but I treasure the slight friction burn it brings my thighs.

"You're so wet," Wren says and it's not teasing or leading. It's a matter of fact. Because I am. I say nothing as I press my tongue inside Amara and curl it up against her front wall as far as I can reach.

"Can I touch you?" They ask.

I pull out. "If you don't, I will bend you over my lap and spank you."

There's a pause and I can't help but wonder gleefully if Wren is weighing up their options. How much would they like me to spank them again? If only we had more than one night. If only we had a lifetime of kissing and fucking and spanking and…

Tutting to myself, at my persistent and foolish wishful thinking, I focus again on Amara's pussy and the way her hips are wriggling around under my hands. Her arm is flung over her face and she's mumbling incoherent words while she thrusts up into my mouth and grips the back of my head with her other hand.

"I'm not clean," I say when I realise Wren still hasn't touched me. "I've not showered since this morning and I've been busy, sweaty."

"You smell incredible," Wren replies and I hear then how their voice is a bit closer and a little muffled. I pull my head up and look over my shoulder and sure enough, I see Wren poised behind my rear, studying me, inhaling me, a dreamy smile curling their lips. "Amara," they call out.

"Hmm?" comes the muffled reply.

"Are you okay if I eat Katja's pussy? She's so wet for me. For us."

"God, yes, Wren, please, do it. Do it now. Eat her so good, like only you know how."

Having such talkative, filthy-mouthed subs is new to me. Hell, having subs, plural, is new to me. But I like it. I like it all far too much.

But there's no time to lament once again how this is a one-and-done thing, because Wren's face is on my ass, my pussy, and their tongue… Their tongue is trying to scoop out my heart through its powerful strokes and deep dives into the heated core of me.

"Fuck, Wren." I arch my back and thrust my hips back into their face. Taking my lips off Amara has slowed down her hysteria and she props her body up on her elbows and watches her spouse over my shoulder.

"How does she taste, Wren?" Amara asks her spouse.

"Like sweet, wild honey. I can't get enough," is Wren's delighted reply.

"I could watch you both all night," Amara says and it's her turn to have a dream-like grin on her face.

"No," I grunt out as I push back even harder on Wren's tongue and their nose wedged against my asshole. "Lie back down. I'm not finished with you yet."

It helps bring me back to Earth, giving Amara orders and covering her cunt with my mouth again, but I don't lose that untethered feeling completely, not as Wren continues to attack my pussy with all their might, their hands spreading my cheeks open for them. I get a sense of how well they occupied a Dom role, with their firm grip, piercing tongue and choked grunts that reveal just how much they are enjoying tasting me. But I also saw Wren on their knees. I watched their eyes dilate when I issued orders. I saw the shudders that wracked their body when I praised them.

"Wren, you're doing so good," I say into Amara's cunt. "So, so good."

"Want you to come," Wren says in a rush, their lips moving against my wet, warm flesh.

"First Amara," I reply, and that earns a long, soaring moan from the woman under my tongue. "She's such a selfish little slut, we have to make sure she comes first."

I don't expect my degrading words to push her over the edge, but it's clear that's what they do when she grabs my head with both hands, holds my mouth against her and thrusts her hips up into me. This has the effect of making me wobble, losing my balance as her hips grind up and her thighs shake, but Wren has a firm hold on me, their hands wrapped around my legs.

I don't fall, although it seems Amara is doing just that, falling her way through an orgasm that is sending trembles up and down her body. I want to crush her with my weight, to soothe her until the last of the seizures leaves her limp and languid in my arms. But I am too busy getting fucked by a persistent tongue that is taking me closer and closer and closer to my own devastating release.

"Fuck." I leave a kiss on Amara's inner thigh and then push up on my hands so I'm back on all fours. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Two of Wren's finger slide inside my cunt and their thumb comes up to press against the bud of my asshole. It's wet and slippery and rubs tingling circles around the entrance. They leave unbearably gentle kisses on my ass cheeks and I can hear they're panting, breathless, just like I am. They move their hand and I know, just know their mouth will be back on me in seconds, but I'm already so close. So close that when Wren kisses my asshole, runs their tongue around it like it's the most delicious dessert, I come undone.

"Heilige Schei?e!" I call out as my cunt, my womb, and the so-very-full heart in my ribs all convulse. My whole body seizes then releases as the soaring waves of my orgasm crash over me. When my arms start to shake, I am certain they're about to collapse, but then Amara is there, right in front of me, turned around and sitting up so she can kiss me. And she does, she kisses me through the highest peaks of my climax and then the softer lulls that follow like delicious little aftershocks. She kisses me as Wren's mouth comes off me and I moan into Amara's mouth because already I miss it. Already, I miss them both.

But then Wren is there too, kneeling down next to the sofa so they are at the same height as us, one of their hands on my shoulder and I imagine their other on Amara. Instinctively, Amara and I turn our heads to Wren and in no time we are all kissing, all three of us. We are wild tongues, open mouths, swollen, searching lips. We are all joined. We are all together.

And I am so happy. So full of something that can't possibly be love, and yet feels so much like it, almost greater than it. I rub my chest as if to ease the ache its squeeze has on my heart.

"Take it off," Amara mutters while still attacking our mouths. "Take your bra off. I want to see all of you."

I nod, my head not yet clear enough to return to taking control of this situation. I"m still lost; not in my orgasm, but in this moment. Of having both Amara and Wren's hands on me, their tongues dancing with mine, their inhales stealing my exhales. Still playing my part in this strange and yet utterly perfect three-way kiss, I go about taking my bra off. It's barely off my skin when hands come to play with my breasts, four of them. My knees buckle and I lean more of my weight against Wren who brings one of their legs forward for me to rest on. It could be a few seconds later, or a minute or maybe half an hour later but I come like that, from their touch on my breasts and nipples and with Wren's thighs between my legs.

And then I have to stop kissing. I rest my forehead against Amara's and place a hand on Wren's shoulder to steady myself. My vision is fuzzy and I close my eyes, waiting for it to settle. I take in a handful of deep breaths and then finally straighten up. With one of my hands on Amara's shoulder and the other on Wren's, I straighten my arms, creating a bit of distance between me and them. I have to go back to being dominant. I have to reclaim control of the situation, and of my heart.

"Are you satisfied, my little subs?"

When they look at each other before answering, I know I have my answer.

"Beautiful, greedy things, aren't you?" I say with a wry smile.

"Wren on the couch," I order. "Sit in the corner there." I point to where the two parts of the L-shaped sectional meet. "Spread your legs. Amara, you climb on that thigh, and I will take this one."

And that's how Amara and I ride our way to our next orgasms, all while Amara plays with Wren's clit and I fuck them with my fingers.

As we do, I tell Amara how dirty she is, how greedy she is, how much of a beautiful little slut she is. How she's our little whore. Only ours.

And I tell Wren how strong their legs are, how much I like riding their thigh. I ask them how wet we're making them and I praise them when they take a third and then a fourth finger from me.

The whole time, I'm telling myself not to fall. That I need to get up and walk away when this is all over. That this will be nothing but a happy memory. That falling will only hurt me more than I can cope with right now.

And the whole time, I fall anyway.