finished and sat up, Tony—with Seth and Ross chiming in—yelled, “Humping in a half-shell. Turtle power!”
Abbey smacked Gilo on the arm.
“I didn’t tell them to do it, I swear!” Gilo protested.
Tony was laughing so hard he had to step outside onto the lanai. That’s where he was when Shayla and Leah noticed him.
“What’s so funny?” Leah asked.
Tony started to tell her, burst into fresh rounds of laughter, and simply pointed at her husband to explain.
Shayla, however, was more patient. Once Tony recovered enough to tell her, she, too, burst into gales of laughter.
“I am sooo buying them pornographic turtle stuff if I find it,” Shayla said.
“Do they make such a thing?”
“I’ll have one of the guys at work draw some if I can’t find any,” she said. “Someone there will be able to do it. Or I’ll pay Mallory or Chelbie. That’s priceless.”
Chapter Nine
Cris stared at his ass in the bathroom mirror. “This stuff better come off.”
Landry looked amused. “Why? You want me to make you run around bottomless at work?”
“No. You know what I mean.”
“No, I’m sure I don’t. Why don’t you explain it?”
“Sadist.”
“Your point being?”
Cris jumped when Tilly pounded on the bathroom door. “You guys aren’t having sex in there without me, are you?”
Landry reached over and opened the door. “No, love. He was admiring my artwork.”
Tilly walked in. “Holy crap, that thing’s creepy.” She pulled the shower curtain shut on the blow-up clown propped inside. “So are we playing, or what?”
Landry grabbed her and pulled her in, kissing her hard, deeply, until she was softly moaning in his arms.
“What was that, love?” he asked.
Cris watched the scene play out in the mirror, amused, until he thought he glimpsed a man’s face. A blink of his eyes, and he realized he must have just seen Landry’s reflection.
Or, something.
“Are we scening?” she asked again, this time sounding more like a kitten than a tigress.
He stroked her hair. “Why, yes, love. I do believe we are. Would you like to help me put some more color onto slave’s ass?”
“Oh, no more markers, please,” Cris asked.
“I wasn’t referring to markers,” Landry told him. “I was referring to bruises.”
“Oh. Well, okay, then.”
Landry sent Cris to fetch his gear bag while he led Tilly into the playroom. No one was currently using it, making it the perfect spot for them.
He pulled Tilly close again, fondling her ass. “You should wear this outfit at home more often,” he said. “I might have been a far better patient during my cancer treatment had you been dressed like this every day.”
She laid a finger over his lips. “Shh. That’s not funny to joke about. Especially not here.”
He winced. “Sorry, love. I wasn’t thinking. He died here, didn’t he?”
“Yeah. In his own bed.”
Cris returned with the bag and Landry had him set it next to the spanking bench he planned to use. “Get naked, slave,” he said, still fondling Tilly’s ass under the short skirt. “Time for a prostate check.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
“I’m trying for light-hearted.”
“Keep trying.”
Once Cris was secured onto the spanking bench, Landry ordered Tilly to stand by his head and let him lick her. Meanwhile, Landry broke out his implements and without any warm-up, started smacking Cris’ ass with a paddle.
Tilly cradled Cris’ head in her hands as he worked his lips over her clit and pussy.
“That’s it, slave,” Landry said, delivering another hard smack. “Get her over before I finish and fuck your ass, and I’ll let her give you a blow job while I’m fucking you.”
That encouraged him, his mouth and tongue moving faster, eagerly.
She’d long ago gotten over the shock of Cris being Landry’s slave. Watching the two of them have sex was one of the hottest things imaginable.
Being a part of it while they had sex together was even hotter
Abbey smacked Gilo on the arm.
“I didn’t tell them to do it, I swear!” Gilo protested.
Tony was laughing so hard he had to step outside onto the lanai. That’s where he was when Shayla and Leah noticed him.
“What’s so funny?” Leah asked.
Tony started to tell her, burst into fresh rounds of laughter, and simply pointed at her husband to explain.
Shayla, however, was more patient. Once Tony recovered enough to tell her, she, too, burst into gales of laughter.
“I am sooo buying them pornographic turtle stuff if I find it,” Shayla said.
“Do they make such a thing?”
“I’ll have one of the guys at work draw some if I can’t find any,” she said. “Someone there will be able to do it. Or I’ll pay Mallory or Chelbie. That’s priceless.”
Chapter Nine
Cris stared at his ass in the bathroom mirror. “This stuff better come off.”
Landry looked amused. “Why? You want me to make you run around bottomless at work?”
“No. You know what I mean.”
“No, I’m sure I don’t. Why don’t you explain it?”
“Sadist.”
“Your point being?”
Cris jumped when Tilly pounded on the bathroom door. “You guys aren’t having sex in there without me, are you?”
Landry reached over and opened the door. “No, love. He was admiring my artwork.”
Tilly walked in. “Holy crap, that thing’s creepy.” She pulled the shower curtain shut on the blow-up clown propped inside. “So are we playing, or what?”
Landry grabbed her and pulled her in, kissing her hard, deeply, until she was softly moaning in his arms.
“What was that, love?” he asked.
Cris watched the scene play out in the mirror, amused, until he thought he glimpsed a man’s face. A blink of his eyes, and he realized he must have just seen Landry’s reflection.
Or, something.
“Are we scening?” she asked again, this time sounding more like a kitten than a tigress.
He stroked her hair. “Why, yes, love. I do believe we are. Would you like to help me put some more color onto slave’s ass?”
“Oh, no more markers, please,” Cris asked.
“I wasn’t referring to markers,” Landry told him. “I was referring to bruises.”
“Oh. Well, okay, then.”
Landry sent Cris to fetch his gear bag while he led Tilly into the playroom. No one was currently using it, making it the perfect spot for them.
He pulled Tilly close again, fondling her ass. “You should wear this outfit at home more often,” he said. “I might have been a far better patient during my cancer treatment had you been dressed like this every day.”
She laid a finger over his lips. “Shh. That’s not funny to joke about. Especially not here.”
He winced. “Sorry, love. I wasn’t thinking. He died here, didn’t he?”
“Yeah. In his own bed.”
Cris returned with the bag and Landry had him set it next to the spanking bench he planned to use. “Get naked, slave,” he said, still fondling Tilly’s ass under the short skirt. “Time for a prostate check.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
“I’m trying for light-hearted.”
“Keep trying.”
Once Cris was secured onto the spanking bench, Landry ordered Tilly to stand by his head and let him lick her. Meanwhile, Landry broke out his implements and without any warm-up, started smacking Cris’ ass with a paddle.
Tilly cradled Cris’ head in her hands as he worked his lips over her clit and pussy.
“That’s it, slave,” Landry said, delivering another hard smack. “Get her over before I finish and fuck your ass, and I’ll let her give you a blow job while I’m fucking you.”
That encouraged him, his mouth and tongue moving faster, eagerly.
She’d long ago gotten over the shock of Cris being Landry’s slave. Watching the two of them have sex was one of the hottest things imaginable.
Being a part of it while they had sex together was even hotter
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