“How are you feeling?” Tony questions from across the couch. He massages my feet, making me moan lightly at the feel of his hands working out the tension in my feet. I'm currently laying on the couch with my feet on Tony's lap. Or, should I say I'm laying on Nick? He lays beneath me, his arms wrapped around my waist as Insidious plays on the large flat-screen TV. We aren't really watching the movie. We’re really just laying here, content with being in each other's presence. I'm still recovering. The twins had fucked me countless times, in tons of different positions, and didn't stop until I blacked out. Like, literally blacked out. Antonio's cock was pistoning into me so hard while Nick's cock fucked my mouth. I could feel my pussy clamp around him so hard he couldn't move, and my orgasm crashed into me so hard I began to scream incoherently. Then, blackness. He literally fucked me so hard I lost consciousness. Of course, he freaked out. He didn't know I was just fucked that good by
We keep going, moaning and kissing and making slow love to each other until finally, finally, we both reach a climax. I moan loudly when I finally reach mine, my pussy clenching around his hard cock. My juices flow out of me and onto his lap, no doubt soaking the couch beneath him. Tony reaches his climax as I'm still riding mine out, his cock suddenly erupting into me as he groans loudly. He throws his head back onto the couch, still catching his breath, while I lean my forehead against his chest. “Fuck, I think this was my favorite time fucking you.” He says in between labored breathing. I laugh against his sweaty skin. “Really? Even more than when I let you fuck me in that dressing room when we went out to buy more underwear?” He chuckles beneath me, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. Immediately, he pushes me away from his chest to look at him. “You still want more?” Blushing, I go to pull him out of me. “Sorry.” Before I can take his still hard cock out, he pushes
I start the load, making sure to put in on the longest setting. That bedding has been through a lot. We change our bedding frequently, practically daily. But even then I feel it’s not enough. The amount of sweat and cum that all of our bedding has to deal with. God, I am so fucking glad I forced them to get a waterproof mattress protector. The twins didn’t care, claiming they were excited to fuck up their bed. But I did not share the same excitement. Especially since they are now obsessed with not only making me cum several times a day but also making me squirt. As I said, the bedding has been through a lot. Heading out of the laundry room, I enter the kitchen and open the pantry. My stomach has been a bit upset, so I decide on a light breakfast. I take the peanut butter jar out of the pantry, along with the bread. I toast a few slices of bread and then I pull out a plate and butter knife and slide the peanut butter over the bread. As I take small bites of the peanut butter-c
It feels weird being in the twins office without them here. Its like its their own safe space, like their sanctuary. I know it might be odd, but i can always see a difference in them when they are here. Rounding the desk, i sit in the chair and go to enter the password to the computer when the stack of papers on the edge of the desk catch my eyes. Am I being pranked right now? I look down at the thick stack of papers staring at me from the top of the desk. Petition for divorce. What the fuck is going on? Do the twins want a divorce? I must be tripping. There is no way that they want a divorce from me. They love me. I pick up my phone and dial Antonio's number. I just want to hear his voice, hear him tell me that this was all a joke, that the papers in front of me aren't meant for me. That I’m not looking at a divorce petition. That they don't want a divorce. That they do want me. That they do love me. That I’m enough for them. I just need to talk to them. But A
Why would they do that if they didn’t love me? Because this was nothing more than a joke to them. I am nothing more than a joke to them. They’ve made themselves very clear that they are monsters. That they were capable of doing the most violent things. But I didn’t believe that. Yes, they were definitely into some weird sketchy shit. But when they were with me, it was like they were different people. It was like they were something better, something more. Something that they were meant to be all along. I made them better. But yet I was not good enough? How the fuck does that even make sense? I stand up, deciding to wait in the living room for them. I take a seat on the couch, tucking my knees to my chest and leaning on them. It's already after seven. The twins can't be gone for too much longer. We can have the talk that they clearly want to have, and then I can leave. I won't make it a big issue. I'll just leave. I won’t ask them for anything. No money. Nothing. No
I peek outside to see one of the night guards standing stiffly by the door. He doesn't even look at me completely. Instead, I notice his eyes peek at me through the corner of his eyes. “Hi, excuse me. I'm the twins' wife, I'm not sure I have introduced myself to you yet. I'm never awake at this time, so I haven't had a chance to meet the night guards. My husbands went out drinking today, I guess. And now they are too drunk to go up the stairs on their own. And I am definitely not strong enough to get them both up the stairs on my own. Do you think that you can help me get the twins upstairs, please?” The guard clears his throat slightly. “I apologize, ma'am. But I am not allowed inside unless it is an emergency. Their orders.” “I get this isn't like a life or death kind of emergency, but I do know that this is important. And I'm pretty sure the twins would rather you help me than not help me, right?” “If I'm being honest, I'm not sure that I'm willing to risk my job. Or my life, f
I grab a blanket and exit the room, closing the door behind me. I head down the stairs and head into the living room. I lay across the couch, willing myself to get comfortable. But I can't. What the hell am I going to do now? Here I have one twin telling me how beautiful I am, while the other is crying about them being monsters and doing something to her. Who is her? Is it Sara? Why does this even matter to me? We are getting a divorce. They want a divorce. This is the last night I will be spending in this house. And it won't be in the same bed as them. I tossed and turned all night on the surprisingly uncomfortable couch. I used to think this couch was so fucking comfortable. That I would be able to sleep on it with no problem. After all, every time the twins and I would sit on it, to watch movies, to talk, to eat, it was so relaxing. Clearly, I was fucking wrong. I guess sleeping on it isn't the same when it is just you. I guess sleeping on it isn’t the same when your mind is
I am always wet for them. I can not control myself for some reason. It's always been like that, ever since the very first day that I met the twins. I have never had control of my bodies reaction to the twins. I'm thoroughly convinced that either one of the twins could sneeze and my pussy would get wet. Even now, when my heart has been shattered by the both of them, I can not help myself. Fuck, why can’t my body just agree with my stupid fucking mind? I should not be reacting to them this way, especially when I’m very aware of how much they no longer want me. I should be disgusted at the thought of them seeing me naked. After all, clearly, they don’t get the same kind of excitement from me as I get from them. Clearly, they do not want me. If they wanted me, if they fucking wanted me, they would definitely not be filing for divorce. Who the fuck files for divorce out of the blue like this? We were fine. We were fucking fine. We were in love. I told them I was in love wi