Chapter 5

Jane

Wasn't this something?

You go to bed thinking you'll make out with your girlfriend, maybe get a little something between the legs, then go to sleep. Back in Hong Kong, Jane heard it called "the dreamless sleep" in true Cantonese metaphor fashion. Just a quickie between bed partners. In Cambridge, her English friends called it the "shag and sleep," but she didn't know how common that was anymore. If ever. Those Cambridge kids liked to make up vocabulary and convince the foreign students that it was how everyone talked.

Oh, but Jane wasn't complaining. As good as Rebecca was down below, she was even better up top. Because nobody compared to Caitlyn's knowledge of Jane's pussy.

Keep it together, you dirty old woman. She now understood what that meant. Granted, Jane would rather be called a filthy auntie if they were going that route, but with someone in the house now erroneously calling her "auntie" in multiple languages… no, absolutely not! And what better way to forget she had anyone else in her home than the feeling of Caitlyn's tongue on her mound and Rebecca slowly pulling her nightgown off her body.

"When's the last time you straightened your hair, huh?" Jane asked between the kisses coming for her mouth. "Because you know I like these curls, love."

Her hand was soon lost in the torrent of frizz that was Becca's natural hair. Every once in a while, she went to the salon and had it professionally straightened, but it only held for a week before gradually returning to its true state. Rebecca claimed that the "flat" red hair looked better for certain functions or for surviving the humid summer seat. It also made her stick out less when they traveled abroad. But Jane would be lying if she said the first thing she noticed about Rebecca wasn't the beautiful red hair that was big enough to suffocate a woman.

Once Caitlyn really got going, Jane forgot all of her larks and gave herself over to sex. That was her thighs' cue to tighten around her wife's face while her hand searched Rebecca's body for what she kept beneath her clothes. Because Jane was not content to simply lie there and accept pleasure. She could hardly sit still while one of her favorite women went down on her. She wanted something in her hands – preferably, something from someone else. And as nice as Rebecca's hair was between her fingers, she'd rather be pinching nipples or, even better, putting her hand to work on sharing the pleasure.

"Really, love?" she whispered as Rebecca hissed between her teeth. "This hasn't gotten you wetter? I'm like halfway to an orgasm here."

"You're talking too much for that to be true."

"You know I can keep talking through an orgasm! I never shut the bloody fuck up!"

A smile nearly swallowed Jane's face whole as Rebecca continued to kiss her. "Less talking, more moaning."

Who were these women to tell her what to do!

Who am I kidding? They're mine. Jane didn't need any others with women like Caitlyn and Rebecca making love to her on nights like these. Yet wasn't it a laugh to hear Caitlyn imply Jane could be satisfied for two whole weeks? Not to diminish her skills in Jane's office two weeks ago, right before a certain someone's arrival. "Who knows how many times we can be spontaneous like this after she gets here?" Caitlyn had said before shoving Jane down onto her couch and having her way with her wife. To be fair, Jane had been an equal party in that. The only thing missing was Rebecca, who had stayed home that day.

And now she's in my bed every night. Jane wouldn't lie and imply that she didn't like having Rebecca in bed every day that ended in Y. They didn't have sex more often than did, but Jane liked the intimacy of sharing something like her bed. It was Caitlyn who valued having separate suites. We do argue a lot less because of it. They also argued less with Rebecca around. Probably because she reminded them how much they loved doing shit like this.

"There we go." Rebecca's fist was tight around Jane's wrist as one sank her fingers into the other. "Doesn't take long, does it?"

That wasn't the only thing that took little time. Jane hadn't been kidding when she said she was halfway to an orgasm thanks to Caitlyn's adventurous tongue and how lightly her fingers traveled along her wife's bare skin. Jane pulled up her shirt and silently begged Rebecca to grab her chest, rolling hardened nipples between firm fingers while indulging in an orgasm of her own. Because if Caitlyn was the goddess of the tongue around there? Jane's fingers never quit.

"Ah, zau gam, love." She didn't know who she said that to, and it didn't matter. They were both doing perfectly. How Jane would handle being in their sandwich when she couldn't take anymore? That's a problem for the Lin Hua of five minutes from now. Because between Caitlyn's determined tongue and Rebecca's tight warmth, Jane was a goner.

Just what they wanted, wasn't it!

I'm the luckiest liú máng in town tonight. Jane always loved the Mandarin term for a pervert, probably the very thing these women had been calling her in their cute texts. The American version. I love it. Dirty old woman. That was Jane.

Who the hell else had a threesome like this at least once a month? A liú máng!

She didn't hold back her appreciation. Not from the sounds that Rebecca pushed back with more kisses, and not from how hard her thighs squeezed around Caitlyn's head as she rolled through the orgasm clobbering her body. Lucky Rebecca wasn't complaining about the attention to her pussy, either. It was a shame that Jane lost her energy quickly after and couldn't finish the job. Not yet, anyway.

"Good God it's hot in there." Caitlyn flung back the cover and came up for air. Jane remained collapsed in her bed, hand free from Rebecca and her legs still spread open because Caitlyn decided it was so. "Your turn, Becca. We've got to put her to bed so wet that she can't even look at us for a week without crossing her legs."

"Why are you deciding this for me?" Jane lazily asked although she was not about to close her legs with another woman settling her face between them. Unlike Caitlyn, Rebecca did not cover herself up. There was never any mystery with Rebecca, who loved to maintain eye contact while doing any deed. "Also, my jam dai is quite sensitive, thank you!"

"We can say clit in this house, Lin." Caitlyn nodded to Rebecca. "You know what to do?"

Of course she did! What else did Jane expect after fingering Rebecca? She was getting it back! Now I'm dead. Right in the center of her being, if Rebecca had anything to say about it.

"Look at her enjoying this," Jane said while gritting through the pleasure smacking her upside the head once more. "She had to call you in here because she didn't want me telling her what to do. Oh, I see how it is, Cait. It had to be you." She was only half serious, but there was truth to her statement. Caitlyn had her distinct domination style she had cultivated after a long marriage to Jane, who had taught her everything she knew! "Now look at your ol' Jane. Pinned to her bed with two…" No, she had miscalculated, much to Rebecca's fervent amusement. "Three! Three fingers!"

"What about those three fingers, Lin?"

She was enjoying this too. "Fucking me. There, you happy?"

"Mm, no." Cait usually slept with her hair up, and tonight had been no different as she invited Jane to shove both her hands up that tent-like T-shirt. No bra. Perfect. Nobody had tits like Caitlyn, who special-ordered her bras through the local lingerie store that specialized in bigger sizes. Jane would never say that Caitlyn's breasts were the first things she noticed about her future wife. No, that was the fresh smile and the dark blond hair that turned everyone's gaze wherever they went. But the breasts were a close second. Those were the days when Caitlyn advertised them with low-cut tops and pushup bras, God bless her. First thing I did when we hooked up that night was shove my face in them. Could she do that again now? Pretty please?

"What do you mean no?"

That fresh smile touched her nose. "I'm not gonna be happy until you're sweating. Remember? You owe me."

Before Jane could assert Don't you mean Becca owes you? she was flung across her bed, in a perfect position to submerge herself between Caitlyn's legs for a change.

Ha! No mercy shown!

"Becca, I am busy here." Jane may have gently chided her girlfriend as she attempted to focus on the wonderful task before her, but she also wasn't going to tell Rebecca to not keep fingering her from behind. "Never mind. Carry on."

"You should see the ridiculous look on her face," Caitlyn said as she made herself comfortable on Jane's bed. "She planned this, you know."

Jane's mouth was too preoccupied to speak, but her brain continued to fire at a mile a minute. Of course she did. We brought her into our house, didn't we? Jane and Caitlyn expected no less from their mutual third. Someone had to keep them in line, and apparently, Jane needed to be kept in line. Oh, no.

Still, it wasn't the easiest thing in the world, going down on her wife while someone else fucked her as if that was her sole purpose in this damned life.

Talk about a distraction from this lovely woman I call my wife. Caitlyn must have been Jane's tried-and-true wife if they had been married, divorced, then married again. Sure, it was all legalities at the end of the day, but there was power in seeing a woman as her wife. Especially one like this.

God, how had Jane gotten so lucky? She had two prime examples of womanhood surrounding her. From the voluptuous form of her blond bombshell of a wife to the stark lines of her redheaded girlfriend, Jane Wong had never known unfathomable pleasure like this until she moved to America.

That's it. God bless American women! At least she could firmly say she had a type.

She wished she could say she lasted long enough to not start the chain reaction on her bed. Unfortunately for Jane, she was so excited by how this evening had gone that in conjunction with her earlier good fortune, it was only a matter of a few minutes before Rebecca hit her just right and spiraled Jane back into climax.

Which was to Caitlyn's benefit, of course. Who didn't love having a slobbering fool of an orgasmic woman going down between their legs?

Eat this up, Becca. Oh, what Jane would give to have a camera pointed at her girlfriend's face! It must have been quite the sight with something like this going on right in front of her!

Then the white light hit the back of Jane's eyes, and that was it. She was too busy surviving both ends of an orgasm to think about anything but the intense physical sensations dragging her to the mortal realm of carnal delights.

"Good Lord," Caitlyn said while Jane leaned a cheek against her thigh and caught her breath. "Somebody do something about Rebecca. She shouldn't look so smug in our bed."

"You first, love." Jane had lost the ability to move the bottom half of her body. Her mouth was dry, too, thanks to keeping it busy while also silently screaming through orgasm. "I will be right here."

"No, I insist. You first."

"Maybe Rebecca doesn't need anything else tonight," said the woman in question. "Maybe this is all the love she needs."

"That's it." Nothing renewed Jane like a statement as silly as that. "Let's go, Cait."

"For fucking real." The whole bed shook as they both propped themselves up and pulled Rebecca back down onto the bed. "We can't let her go around talking like that."

The thing about any long-term relationship? There were certain routines acquired as time went on. The same was true for this throuple. When Jane and Caitlyn decided to take Rebecca on together using nothing but their bodies, they had a rhythm. A choreography that was tried and true and a fan favorite among all three. Which was why they didn't have to say a word to determine that one would claim one end and the other… well, the other.

It was efficient. And bloody good fun.

Until otherwise established through the proper channels – whatever the hell those were – Jane had to pick up Cecelia every day after school. I'd buy her a car, but she doesn't know how to drive. Cecelia was old enough for a learner's permit in America, but that required driving lessons, and Jane couldn't be arsed.

Just like she couldn't be arsed to get the same arse out of her mid-afternoon meetings so she could pick up her niece from Winchester Academy. More than once, Jane was still on a video call while idling in the parking lot, waiting for Cecelia to march out of the building and climb into the passenger seat with her bag of books and binders in her lap.

"…Tell him to blow it out his arse, Gary." That got Jane a strange look from her niece, but what could she do about it after the fact? "The man gave a shoddy presentation and thinks he is getting twenty thousand from us? To quote the Californians, as if."

She hung up a few minutes later. While changing gears to get out of the parking lot, Cecelia asked, "What do you guys do again?"

"Boring money bollocks."

"So, venture capitalists?"

"Come on, love, what do you know about that?"

Cecelia rolled her eyes in the way teens loved to give their elders. "Lots. Everyone in Hong Kong is a venture capitalist these days. Ask me how much the average businessman sinks into the Mainland?"

"I'd rather not." Jane flipped the turn signal as she waited in line with the other cars at the intersection. "Hope it is all right if we drop by the office on the way home. I must grab something and it is faster than asking Cait to bring it home."

"Oh, sure. I'd love to see your office."

Jane was so absorbed by her niece's earnest expression that she almost missed her chance to pull into the boulevard. "You're kidding." Whose kid was this? Certainly not Lilian's.

She didn't give any warning that she was bringing Cecelia with her for a quick tour. Not that it mattered, since there wasn't anything in the downtown office too sensitive for a teen's eyes. The most scandalous thing here is how hot my wife is. Sure enough, Caitlyn was a feast for the eyes in her tight pencil skirt and high-necked blouse that accented her updo of the day. Usually, Jane would outright stare at her wife's ass, but today, she erred on the side of propriety in front of the squid.

Naturally, Jane had to introduce her niece to everyone.

"I'd ask why you brought her here," Caitlyn said while the receptionist showed Cecelia pictures from last year's Christmas party, "but it doesn't matter. I'm glad you're here because someone dropped by to visit you."

"Oh?"

"Mmhmm. They're in your office."

The fact that Caitlyn was so cagey didn't inspire confidence in Jane, who couldn't deduce if it was a potential client or an old friend from Hong Kong who wanted a favor. Not the first time it would have happened. Jane smoothed out her red collared shirt before heading to her office, leaving the door ajar in case it was a distant cousin who wanted her head for some minor familial indiscretion.

"Oh…" She didn't mean to so heavily sigh in relief when she saw her closest male friend, Damon Monroe, sitting on the couch. Made love to my wife on that couch a few weeks ago. Maybe she shouldn't mention that. "For some reason, Cait made it sound like I should be worried about who was visiting."

He looked up from his phone. "Didn't she mention it was me?"

Jane shrugged. "You know how she is around you now. Ever since she found out about the…" She snorted. "About us dating."

"Like a lifetime ago at this point."

If he were a woman, Jane would have teased him about it, but she had different boundaries with men. Even ones who knew her better than any other man on the planet. "What brings you here to my humble business abode? You are not one to travel beyond your building these days."

"I was doing other business on the block and had an hour to spare."

"Unlikely." Jane fidgeted with things on her desk. She wasn't staying long enough to work but couldn't stand to simply stare at the man helping himself to her couch. "You've got two young kids. Even with nannies, my mother was never unbusy enough to simply drop in on a friend for an hour."

"I've got a third on the way. Funny how that happens."

"My God, man, haven't you figured out how that happens yet?"

He politely ignored that. "As much as I wish this was purely a pleasure call in which you and I trade jabs, it's not. I'd like to talk business, too."

"Business? I am all ears."

"I know you and Caitlyn are looking to diversify your portfolios. I also know that you're not usually interested in real estate like I am. But my wife and I have come upon an investment opportunity that we think you two would be interested in."

"Color me intrigued, Damon. Get on with it."

"Simply put, we're opening a new high-end lounge for people with discerning tastes. I assume you know what that means."

"Brilliantly kinky, no doubt."

"Yes. Ideal for private parties. Invite only guest list one or two nights a week. While Alice and I could foot the bill ourselves, we'd prefer to have one or two outside investors. This isn't a turn-key operation like The Dark Hour. This is a lounge that provides a certain kind of entertainment as well."

"Didn't Monica Warren open a hostess lounge recently? Are you trying to compete with her again?"

"Not only compete but poach her talent like she's always poaching mine. I've already stolen away one of her hostesses to come work for me."

"How did you do that? The word on the street is you are a worse boss than Monica. She's a bloody saint. Patron of the high-end sex worker!"

Damon's ruthless grin announced everything before his words did. "Tell them Alice is the boss. It's technically true."

"Two straight women, both wives of local billionaire old money, competing for the same audience. What does that have to do with me?"

"Why, I'm assuming you want in. With your investment, you get a free membership. Because you're part owner."

"But your wife is the boss."

"Jane, do you want to go all-in on hospitality?"

"Absolutely not." Jane grinned. "Have your assistant send the details over to me tomorrow. I will do you the favor of taking a look."

"That's all I ask."

Yeah, sure. Jane knew that even if she was the first person Damon asked to help him invest in a new lounge, it wasn't as simple as handing over some money. Nor could she and Caitlyn be completely anonymous – even if they asked, women like Monica Warren knew how to get answers. The people who mattered would know that Adams & Wong had once again aligned themselves with the Monroes, and…

Jane knew that she was probably being a little paranoid. Back in Hong Kong, this would be a bigger decision, where alliances and business allegiances often defined "real life" personal relationships to the point that it could affect kids like Cecelia. The Warrens had a close relationship with Winchester Academy. Even though Jane was friendly with them (and the Diamond Dyke herself, Eva Warren,) was she signing herself up for trouble? Would she only cause more issues for Cecelia?

I can't believe this is what I think about now.

Damon waved his hand in front of her face before departing her office. "Catch you later."

"Yeah, farewell." She halfheartedly waved after him, puffing out her cheeks and slamming her head on the back of the couch. Jane didn't get up and head out to the lobby for another five minutes, where she realized Damon had yet to leave-leave.

Instead, he was chatting with Caitlyn, who entertained him with her usual half-stare when she was sort of interested, sort of out of to lunch. But that wasn't what caught Jane's attention. That honor went to Cecelia, who sat in the receptionist's chair and giggled when Damon said it was lovely to meet her before heading out.

"Since when did we put you to work around here?" Jane asked her niece while Caitlyn asked her assistant for help with something. "Or did you knock out the receptionist with tales of Hong Kong?"

Cecelia spun around in the chair and proclaimed in Cantonese, "That man was your friend? He's really cute."

Jane sighed. "That was Damon Monroe, yes. We went to Cambridge together."

"American boys are so good-looking," Cecelia continued. "Especially the ones here."

"Keep calm. They're not that great."

"You're only saying that because you're a…" Cecelia stopped, and finally, Jane was mildly amused once more.

"Oh, I am a what?" she asked in English. "I cannot wait to know which term in which language you were about to pick."

Cecelia's stinky face only endeared Jane to her more. Aw, she looks like me at that age! But with long hair and a pleated skirt. Teenager Jane would have never been caught dead in anything that could blow upward in the wind. "You know what I mean."

"Ooh, she's attempting to learn new English vocabulary! Well, there is queer." She grabbed the back of the receptionist's chair to stop Cecelia from spinning around. "You could also call me gay. That's quite apt." With her arms folded on top of the chair, Jane's nose pointed downward, inciting Cecelia to simultaneously sink farther down and roll her eyes up to catch her aunt's expression. "Lesbian rather rolls off the tongue, if you ask me. You're getting a bit dicey with something like les, though. Best let me claim that one. Oh! Do not say dyke. They get a bit ‘in their feels' about that one around here. You have to be at least six feet tall and a size four to get that one."

"Why?"

"Love, I do not make the rules. I am an immigrant pretending to blend into this sour melting pot."

"Only white girls get to be dyke. Got it."

"What did I just say."

"Don't say dyke."

Caitlyn glanced over from the lull in her conversation with an assistant. "What the hell are you two going on about over there?"

"Dykes, love!"

Caitlyn tossed her hands up before escaping into her office. "That's what I get for asking!"

"See what you did to your Aunt Cait? Tarnished her ears with your foul mouth."

"Whatever. You're the one who made me say it."

"Did not!"

"Can I say bitch next?"

"Whose child are you?" Jane pushed the chair forward, making Cecelia squeal in sudden excitement as she toured around the desk. "Mine?"

They could have a more intimate conversation about naughty English words later. Right now, Jane wanted to forget about everything that happened between picking up her niece and listening to her yelp in laughter because she almost fell out of the chair right before the receptionist returned from her break.