I laugh at him. “Okay, you guys are both hubbies. But whoever feeds me first will become my number one hubby.” They both turn to each other to squint, a challenge in their eyes. “I wasn’t trying to make you guys compete right now so please don’t do anything to make each other mad!” I yell, seeing them both about to push one another. “I love you both equally, and you are both my number one hubbies. I’m just very, very hungry and would love it if we can eat some food as quickly as possible.” Antonio looks over at me with a frown on his face. “Fuck, we haven't even fed you yet. Sorry, my love.” Nick turns to face me as well, a large, goofy smile on his face. “I mean, technically you did feed her your dick.” I laugh loudly at Nick's comment, laughing even louder at the look of surprise on Antonio’s face. “You found that shit funny, did you?” A moment later, Antonio’s fingers are digging into my sides, tickling me and making me laugh even more. “Stop! Please, Tony!” “Fine, I’l

“Oh, that! Baby, you were scaring me! But to answer your question, yes I did really mean what I said earlier. I genuinely cannot wait for the day that we decide to start trying for a baby. I would love to carry your guys’ children. I would love to raise them, to see who they look like, and who they act like, and watch you guys spoil them the way you spoil me. Besides, I think you guys would definitely be some hot-ass DILFs. And I would be the sexiest MILF, you cannot lie and tell me otherwise.” Antonio bites his lower lip, his eyes scanning my body up and down. “Nick?” Antonio calls out. Nick hums at my feet, indicating he's listening to our conversation. “Can you imagine our little nymph pregnant with our baby?” I look down at Nick. He, too, looks my body up and down. His hands leave my feet to slide up and down my legs slowly. I can feel his cock slowly begin to harden beneath my feet, Antonios hardening beneath my head. “I can't wait until the day we have a little girl that

It's been two days since the day Lucien came to us, covered in knife wounds and blood. Caroline pestered us both days with questions about what happened to him. I wish we could answer her questions, I really fucking do. But the truth is that we have no answers to give her. How can we tell her what happened to him when he doesn't remember anything that can help us find out who did this? Our lack of answers seems to come across as a lack of honesty to our girl, though, because she has been withdrawn from us once again. She hasn't even let us fuck her. “Fucking tease.” I mutter, noticing my wife's naughty outfit. She's made it very clear we weren't allowed to touch her, actually yelling at us a few days ago. And yet she walks around wearing lingerie and revealing nighties like a fucking tease. “I didn't know you were home.” Caroline looks at me briefly before turning back to the fridge, where she bends over, digging through the drinks before pulling out a bottled water. And, i

We had just opened up this building here in New York and had started creating a legitimate security business. Sara had asked to be our assistant at first because she knew how we worked more than anyone else ever could. It was three years after we had opened this building, we were nineteen, and we were starting to mess with other girls.” “You cheated on Sara?” “It was more of an open relationship, darling,” Nick explains from above me. “She was seeing other people, and letting us explore as well. We were never intimate with her in any way. We didn't even share a room with her.” “We would never step out on a relationship like that, not with you. I promise you, baby.” I smile at Antonio. “I trust you guys, Tony.” And I do really trust them. “Anyways, we were distracted by a girl and had left Sara here for the first time alone. And the spy that Lorenzo Berlusconi had sent in took that as his moment to finally hit us. He tried to kill Sara, but she was also trained with us, so she

It's been nearly a month since everything had happened. Things with Caroline were going great, so fucking great. We learned about her childhood, discovering her family was pretty much dead. And we told her about us, about our parents being murdered by the same man who murdered Sara. How we kept our grandmother safe back in Italy. We promised to take her to meet her, but Caroline refused, saying she wasn't quite ready for that flight. About a week ago, Caroline had surprised us. She was in the kitchen with us while Antonio cooked some spaghetti, her favorite. When suddenly she asked us a question. "Can I go back to work?" The question had shocked us. Surely she knew the answer to that? "And before you ask, no, I don't mean TechBuddy. I mean like, with you guys maybe? I'm sure you could always use some help. You don't have to pay me. Actually, don't pay me at all, please. Or else I'll really feel like a whore." She laughed nervously. "As much as I love being here with you two, I can