The house felt different that Friday early evening. The golden light of a summer evening fell through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. Carrie stood in front of the full-length mirror with the largest emerald plug already inside her from the night before. It was thick and heavy, and pressed deep with every small movement. She’d barely slept and her mind replayed Joe’s tongue and fingers moving while he had praised her for “opening up so nicely.” Now, the plug was a constant reminder that tonight it would be replaced by something much bigger and longer.
Rick watched from the doorway, shirtless and with a coffee mug in hand. He’d come home early from work but was unable to focus while she moved around the room. He watched her thighs pressing together and her breath hitching every time she bent to pick something up. He set the mug down and stepped behind her before allowing his hands to slide to her hips.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured against her neck.
Carrie met his eyes in the reflection, cheeks flushed. “I’ve been shaking since Wednesday. The plug just feels so full. Every step reminds me of what’s coming tonight.”
Rick’s fingers drifted lower, tracing the garter straps she’d already fastened to sheer black thigh-highs. She wore no panties as per Joe’s instructions from the previous night’s text. Rick knelt slowly, kissing the small of her back, then the curve of one cheek. He spread her gently, admiring the emerald jewel nestled between her cheeks, the skin smooth and pink from the waxing.
“God, you look incredible,” he breathed. “So ready for him.”
Carrie shivered as his tongue traced around the plug’s base in slow, wet circles, teasing the stretched ring. She pushed back against his face, moaning softly. “Rick… please…”
He licked lower as he tasted her arousal. He flicked her clit in gentle strokes while his fingers slid into her pussy, allowing him to feel how the plug made everything tighter. She rocked against him, thighs trembling, but he pulled back just as her breath hitched, denying her release.
“No,” he whispered, kissing her inner thigh. “Not yet. Joe wants you desperate.”
Carrie whimpered, turning to face him as he stood up. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. “I am desperate. I’ve been desperate all week.”
They moved to the bed. Rick helped her into the final outfit Joe had requested via text: a sheer black open-back teddy with delicate lace panels that framed her breasts and left her pussy and ass exposed, garter straps connecting to the thigh-highs.
As he fastened the last garter, Carrie’s phone buzzed; it was Joe.
Joe: Remember. Wear the black open-back teddy tonight. No panties. Keep the largest plug in until you arrive. I want you aching when you walk through my door.
Carrie: Yes, Daddy. I’m already wearing it. Can’t wait to feel you inside my ass.
Joe: Good girl. Send a photo of how pretty you look plugged and dressed for me.
Carrie stepped back, angled her phone behind her, and snapped a discreet shot with her back arched, the emerald plug glinting, and the teddy framing her curves.
Joe’s reply was immediate:
Joe: Gorgeous!. See you soon, darling. Tell your husband how full you are for me.
Rick read the text over her shoulder, cock straining against his jeans. “He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.”
Carrie turned, pressing against him, hands sliding down to stroke him through the fabric. “He knows what he’s doing to both of us.”
They kissed again, both of them full of love and hunger. Rick’s hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and his thumbs brushing her nipples until she moaned into his mouth. He slid a finger alongside the plug, feeling how stretched she was and the wetness that dripped down her thighs.
“I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “Tonight… whatever happens… you’re mine first. Always.”
Carrie’s eyes softened. “I know. And I love you. This… all of this… it’s because of us. Because we trust each other enough to explore it.”
She knelt briefly, taking him into her mouth with a smile. She sucked gently, then deeper, edging him just enough to make him groan before pulling off with a soft pop.
“Mmmm…I love a nice cock in my mouth. But save that load for later,” she teased. “I want you hard while you watch Joe claim my ass.”
Rick shuddered, aching, the anticipation almost painful.
They finished getting dressed. Carrie wore a simple black dress over the teddy, and Rick dressed in dark slacks and a fitted shirt. Before they left, Carrie paused at the mirror, shifting her weight, and felt the plug press deeper.
“I can feel him already,” she whispered. “And tonight… it’s going to be so much more.”
Rick took her hand, squeezed it. “Let’s go give him what he’s been training you for.”
The drive to Joe’s mansion felt shorter than it should have. The early evening sky turned a deep indigo as they pulled through the gated entrance. The long driveway wound between perfectly manicured trees. The lights glowed softly along the path like a runway to something inevitable. Carrie shifted in her seat, the largest emerald plug pressed deeper with every turn, making her breath catch. Rick’s hand rested high on her thigh, thumb stroking in slow circles; his hands weren’t teasing but instead grounding them both.
They pulled to the front steps and parked the car before they stepped out into the cool air. Tink and Sophia waited at the double doors, both impeccably dressed in their naughty maid outfits. Rick admired them once more as they were dressed in short black satin dresses, lace aprons, seamed stockings, and heels that clicked softly on the stone. Tink’s smile was warm and professional, but her eyes sparkled with quiet excitement.
“Welcome back, Mr. Rick, Mrs. Carrie,” Tink said, voice smooth. “Daddy is waiting in the playroom. But first…” She glanced at Carrie. “We’ll take care of your final preparations, Mrs. Carrie. The cleansing ritual.”
Carrie nodded and felt her cheeks flush faintly. She’d grown accustomed to this during the week’s secret visits. “I’m ready,” she said softly, squeezing Rick’s hand once before letting Tink lead her away down a side hallway, Sophia following behind with a soft clack of heels.
Rick watched them disappear and felt his heart pounding. Joe appeared in the foyer a moment later, standing tall and distinguished in dark trousers and an open charcoal shirt. His silver hair caught the low light of the chandelier.
“Rick,” Joe said, voice rich and calm. “Come. Let’s have a drink while the ladies prepare Carrie for the evening’s events.”
He led Rick through the mansion to the playroom; This space was one Carrie had mentioned, but Rick had never seen. Its walls were covered by dark wood paneling with mirrors on three walls and a wide satin-covered bed. Other furniture, such as a padded bench with restraints, and even an overhead camera mounted discreetly above the central area. Toys and lubes were arranged neatly on a side table: graduated plugs, thick dildos, bottles of premium lube, soft towels. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and anticipation.
Joe poured two glasses of whiskey from a crystal decanter, handing one to Rick. They sat in leather armchairs angled toward the mirrors as the amber liquid caught the low light from a cluster of candles on a nearby sideboard. They sipped the whiskey in unison and smiled before Joe broke the silence.
“She’s ready,” Joe said simply, swirling his glass. “The week has done its work. She’s stretched, eager, and completely open to me tonight.”
Rick took a slow sip, the burn steadying him. “I know. I’ve seen the texts. The photos. Heard her begging on that video call.”
Joe’s smile was small, approving. “You’ve been patient. That’s always a good thing.” He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and a short video began playing. It was muted, but clear on the screen. The video showed Carrie on the dining table from their second night with Joe. Her legs spread as she moaned while Joe ate her. Then another clip: one of her bent over the chaise this past Wednesday with the emerald plug glinting as Joe rimmed her slowly.
Rick’s breath caught. His cock hardened instantly, straining against his slacks. The videos were intimate and raw, showing Carrie’s face contorted in pleasure, and her voice (even muted) echoed in his mind. Joe watched him watch, hazel eyes steady.
“These meetings have been wonderful. I am happy that I was able to share this with your wife. She is a woman beyond a man’s dreams. I am here for the ride. But, she’s yours first,” Joe said quietly. “Always. Tonight is about giving her what she craves and letting you witness every second. You’ll see how deeply she submits to me. And when it’s done, she’ll come home to you.”
Rick nodded, throat tight. “I trust her. I trust us.”
Joe raised his glass. “To trust. And to hunger.”
They clinked glasses, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Rick shifted in his seat, the ache from the week’s edging still fresh. “What’s the plan exactly?”
Joe leaned back, voice measured. “Up first will be the ritual. Tink and Sophia are doing that right now. Ensuring that she’s sparkling clean. It’s good clean fun when done right and makes everything… smoother.” He smiled faintly. “Then, a little show for us. I’ll prepare her slowly with fingers, toys, and maybe my tongue. She’ll beg for it. And when she’s ready, I’ll take her ass. Slow at first, then deeper and harder. You’ll have the best view in the house. And for an added surprise, Tink will take care of you if you need it.”
Rick swallowed, imagining it. “And after?”
Joe’s eyes darkened before he lightly smiled. “After, we celebrate. She’ll be filled, and her ass stretched. And we’ll talk about the future. For all of us.”
The door opened softly as Tink and Sophia returned with Carrie between them. She looked radiant. Her skin glowed from the ritual, her hair softly styled, and her makeup subtle yet sultry. She wore the lingerie that Joe desired, without the dress she arrived in. The emerald plug was gone now, her ass freshly cleaned and ready.
Joe stood, eyes raking over her with open hunger. “Beautiful,” he murmured, crossing to her. He cupped her face, kissed her deeply, before he turned her toward the mirrors. “Show us, darling. Let Rick see how perfect you look for us.”
Carrie stepped forward, turning slowly. Tink moved to Rick’s side, brushing against his arm. “She’s stunning, isn’t she?” Tink whispered in a low voice. Her hand grazed his thigh, lingering just enough to feel his hardness. Rick swallowed hard while his eyes were locked on his wife.
Joe started to direct the poses with calm authority. “Hands on your hips first. Arch your back for me.” Carrie complied with a smile as she pushed her chest forward, forcing her nipples to strain against the lace. The motion made her breasts lift with the sheer fabric doing little to hide how hard they were. “Now turn and show us that ass.” She pivoted and bent slightly at the waist, and her hands slid down her thighs. The open crotch gaped, exposing her fully for both of the men. Her pussy lips parted and glistened with wetness.
“Now, place your hands on the bench,” Joe continued. Carrie leaned forward, slowly bracing her palms on the padded surface. She stood with her legs straight and her ass presented high. The mirrors captured everything, showing the curve of her spine and the way her stockings shimmered to the subtle tremble in her thighs as the position shifted the lingering sensitivity from the week’s plugs. Joe stepped behind her and allowed his hands to glide over her hips as his thumbs brushed the lace tops of the stockings.
“Spread your legs wider, dear,” he said softly. Carrie stepped apart with the motion opening her completely. Joe knelt behind her and spread her cheeks gently with both hands. “Look at this,” he whispered as his thumbs traced the pink and slightly parted ring. “So open already. So ready for me.”
He leaned in as his tongue started tracing the rim in slow circles, as he tasted the faint sweetness of the oil and her natural arousal. Carrie gasped loudly as her hips rocked back instinctively into his mouth. Joe’s tongue dipped inside softly as he began fucking her ass with shallow strokes while his fingers slid forward to circle her clit. She moaned out loud and with need, letting Rick hear her desires, and making him smile in his own arousal.
“Daddy… please…”
Joe pulled back just enough to speak against her skin. “Not yet, darling. I want you aching for what is coming next.”
He stood, guiding her upright. “On the chaise now gorgeous. Legs spread for us.” Carrie walked over with a smile and reclined on the velvet chaise. She watched Joe and then Rick as she slowly bent one leg and extended the other slowly along the cushion. The open crotch of her lingerie framed her pussy perfectly, showing off her swollen lips while her clit peeked out in arousal. Joe knelt over her and slowly began to tease her nipples through the sheer lace before he moved his mouth down closer and sucked one nipple through the lace. His hand slowly brushed down her chest, to her wet entrance, having his fingers softly circle it before dipping just inside.
Carrie arched, hands clutching the chaise. “Daddy… I need you…”
Joe slowly kissed his way down her stomach, stopping for his tongue to flick her navel and then kiss down lower. He spread her wide with his thumbs, holding her open, and eagerly licked her clit in long, slow strokes. Carrie cried out in pleasure, and her hips bucked upwards. He sucked gently, then harder, as he allowed his tongue to flick in tight circles while two fingers slid into her pussy. Her gasps and moans only made him more eager, and he curled his fingers to stroke her G-spot. She trembled as her moans turned to desperate whimpers. Rick felt his cock getting harder than usual from this sight, unable to take his eyes off her.
He brought her right to the edge of release. His fingers pumped in and out while he licked without wanting to stop. Soon, he eased off and pulled away completely. Carrie sobbed in frustration, thighs shaking.
“Patience,” Joe murmured, kissing her inner thigh. “You’ll get everything soon.”
He helped her stand again. “Bend over the bench, dear, and brace your hands.” Carrie obeyed as she leaned forward with her ass high and legs spread. Joe spread her cheeks once more, tongue returning to her ass as he began to rim her deeply while his fingers worked her pussy. Carrie’s moans grew frantic, body rocking back against his face.
“Daddy… I can’t… please…”
Joe pulled back and stood up, now standing behind her. The sound of his belt and zipper almost ear splitting before his pants fell to the floor. Joe stepped slightly further and rubbed the head of his cock against her ring. “Feel that?” he asked softly. “That’s what you’ve been training for.” Joe took the bottle of lube from the nearby end table and applied some slowly onto his long shaft.
Carrie whimpered, pushing back. “Yes… Daddy… please…”
He teased her with a smirk on his face. His cock rubbed in slow circles, pressing forward just enough to let the tip stretch her without entering. Carrie’s breath came in short gasps, body trembling with need and desire.
Tink’s hand drifted higher on Rick’s thigh, fingers brushing his erection. “She’s dripping for him,” Tink whispered. “Look how desperate she is.”
Rick groaned softly as his hips shifted. Tink unzipped his pants slowly as her warm hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking in time with Joe’s teasing rubs.
Joe continued Carrie’s torment with his teasing as his cock continued its slow circles and shallow presses without ever breaching her tight hole. Carrie’s moans turned to pleas. “Daddy… I need it inside me… please…”
Joe kissed the small of her back. “Soon, darling. I want you begging for it.”
He stepped back, letting her catch her breath. “One more pose. On your knees and facing the mirrors.” Carrie dropped to her knees and turned slowly toward the reflective wall. The open crotch framed her pussy perfectly; her ass cheeks spread slightly as she arched her back. Joe knelt behind her again, tongue returning to her ass, and slowly began to rim her again while his fingers circled her clit.
Carrie’s body shook from the pleasure as her moans got high and desperate. She watched in the mirror at the sight of Joe behind her, and off to the side, seeing Tink stroke her husband slowly as he watched in awe. Her eyes looked back to Joe before she couldn’t contain the moans anymore. “Daddy… I’m so close…”
Joe eased off once more and left her trembling on the edge. He stood with his cock still hard and glistening with lube and pulled her upwards into his arms. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
“You’ve been so good all week,” he murmured against her lips. “Tonight, you get everything you just asked for.”
Carrie’s eyes were glassy as her body hummed with denied need. “Please, Daddy… take me.”
Joe smiled, dark and promising. “Soon, darling. Very soon.”
Joe guided Carrie to a specialty chair a little closer to where Rick sat. He led her with a gentle hand on her lower back, causing the mirrors to catch every movement as she walked. The padded seat tilted slightly backward and was designed for perfect exposure of her aroused holes. As she lay, her legs were spread high and wide while her thighs were secured by soft leather restraints that Sophia fastened with practiced care. Carrie’s knees bent over padded supports, and her ass was lifted and presented at the ideal height for Joe, all while she was able to look up at Joe as he prepared.
She looked up at Rick with half open eyes, lips parted, breathing shallow. She saw Tink slowly stroking his cock still and smiled before speaking. “Watch me, baby,” she whispered. “Watch Daddy take my ass.”
Rick’s throat tightened as he sat forward in his chair with his cock throbbing. Tink started to readjust and was soon kneeling between his legs. Her warm mouth was already teasing the head of his cock and was now leaving slow licks to keep him on edge. She looked up at him with mischievous eyes, her lace apron brushing his thighs as she whispered, “She’s going to love this. And you’re going to love watching.”
Joe stepped between Carrie’s restrained thighs, lubing his thick cock again generously. The overhead camera soon had a red light blinking to show that it was recording for future enjoyment. He rubbed the blunt head against her ring and pressed lightly before moving in slow circles to make her feel the heat. Carrie whimpered as her hips started rocking as much as the restraints allowed.
“Feel that, darling?” Joe murmured. “That’s what you’ve been craving all week.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed. “Please… I need it inside me.”
He pressed forward slowly and deliberately. The head breached her ring and stretched her wide. Carrie gasped softly as her eyes fluttered closed while the burning sensation gave way to fullness. Joe paused for a moment to let her adjust as his hands found their way to begin stroking her inner thighs in soothing circles. “Breathe gorgeous,” he said softly. “Feel me in you.”
Carrie exhaled shakily as her body began relaxing. Joe eased deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated as his balls pressed against her ass. The sensation was overwhelming for her. Joe’s cock was thicker than any plug, hotter and pulsing with life. She cried out, a long, trembling moan that echoed in the mirrors. “Oh God… Daddy… you’re so deep… it’s filling me completely.”
Joe stayed still for a moment as he let her savor the moment. His hands roamed her body again as they trailed up to cup her breasts through the lace. His thumbs began circling her nipples until they hardened further at his touch, making her squirm a little more. “You’re taking me so beautifully,” he praised, voice low and rough. “Look at yourself in the mirror, darling. See how your ass grips me in desire.”
Carrie turned her head to look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes locked on the reflection of Joe’s powerful hips flush against her, his cock fully in her ass, and the sight of Tink pleasuring her own husband. The sight made her moan again as her body clenched around Joe. Tink mirrored the praise, her mouth sliding up and down Rick’s shaft slowly. “See how she loves it?” Tink whispered between bobs. “She’s so full for Daddy.”
Rick groaned as his hands fisted the armrests while Tink continued to take him deeper. Her tongue swirling in time with Joe’s first slow withdrawal. Joe pulled almost all the way out as the head of his cock caught on her rim before he slid back in smoothly. The motion was deliberate and unhurried to allow them both feel every ridge and vein. Carrie’s breath hitched between the thrusts as her thighs strained against the restraints.
“More,” she whispered. “Please, Daddy… fuck me slow.”
Joe obliged as he began making long and deep strokes, pulling out until just the head remained and then thrusting back in with controlled power. The wet sounds of lube and skin filled the room. Carrie’s moans were soft at first, beginning with breathless sighs, but soon they grew louder with each measured thrust. Her body adjusted as the initial burn faded into pure pleasure while the fullness of Joe’s cock sent sparks up her spine.
Joe leaned forward slightly with one hand bracing beside her head and the other sliding between them to circle her clit. “Feel that?” he growled. “That’s what all the teasing was for. You’re so tight around me… so perfect.”
Carrie arched as much as she could, pressing her nipples upwards as they rubbed against the lace with each movement. “Yes… yes… don’t stop.” Her eyes found Rick’s in the mirror, wide and pleading. “Rick… he’s so big… it feels amazing.”
Rick’s hips bucked into Tink’s mouth as the sight pushed him closer. Tink sucked harder as her hand began twisting at the base while matching Joe’s rhythm. Sophia hovered nearby, adjusting the overhead camera for a better angle, causing her own cheeks to flush as she watched.
Joe’s thrusts built gradually into longer and harder motions as hips rolled at the end of each stroke to hit deeper. The special chair creaked faintly under them as Carrie’s cries turned sharp and desperate. “Daddy… harder… I can take it.”
Joe gripped her hips as he pulled her onto him, with each thrust becoming more relentless. The slap of skin on skin grew louder while Carrie’s breasts bounced with the force. She tugged at the restraints, wanting to touch him and to pull him deeper, but she couldn’t. The mirrors captured it all, from Joe’s silver head bent over her and his cock pistoning in and out of her ass to her ass clenching visibly with each thrust.
Tink worked Rick in perfect sync with the scene before them, deepthroating him on Joe’s inward strokes and pulling back on the out. Rick groaned as his fingers tangled in her hair while the dual pleasure was overwhelming; his eyes were watching his wife submit so completely while Tink’s mouth brought him to the brink.
Joe flipped Carrie’s position with Sophia’s help. Sophia released the restraints to assist in turning her over onto her stomach in the chair. Carrie’s legs were still high but now draped over the supports in a doggy position. Her ass was even more exposed for everyone as her cheeks were spread naturally. Joe re-entered her slowly as the new angle allowed him to go deeper. Carrie cried out as she buried her face in the padding.
“Yes… like that… fuck me, Daddy…”
Joe’s pace quickened as he began to thrust harder. His hands gripped Carrie’s hips as he pulled her back onto him with each snap. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room and mingled with Carrie’s sobs of pleasure. “Harder… fill my ass… please.”
Tink glanced at Joe, who nodded. She asked Carrie breathlessly, “May I make your husband cum while Daddy fucks you?”
Carrie nodded frantically. “Yes… make him cum.”
Tink took Rick deep, fast, and sloppy. Rick’s hands gripped her head as his hips bucked upward. He slowly began to face-fucked her gently with a rhythm matching Joe’s pounding.
Carrie’s body tensed, thighs trembling. “Daddy… I’m close… I’m gonna cum.”
Joe leaned over her with one hand reaching around to circle her clit furiously. “Cum for me, Carrie,” he growled. “Cum while I fuck your tight little ass.”
Carrie shattered as her orgasm took over her mind. Her ass clenched hard around him like a vice as she screamed out in pleasure. Her body bowed as waves of pleasure rolled through her as she gave into the moment. Joe groaned at the squeeze of her ass as his thrusts faltered for a moment before driving deeper and chasing his own release.
“Take it all, darling,” he rasped. “Every drop.”
He buried himself to the hilt as his hips began grinding. He came hard as thick, hot ropes of cum filled her ass. Carrie whimpered at the sensation as she felt every spurt. The walls of her ass began milking him dry. Joe stayed seated for a long moment as he tried to catch his breath and let her feel him soften slowly inside her.
When he finally eased out of her, a thick trickle of cum followed from her stretched hole. Carrie’s body trembled from the sensitivity as her mind was floating in aftershocks.
Joe kissed her lower back before moving upwards and kissing her neck. “You were perfect, darling,” he murmured.
Tink pulled off of Rick’s cock with a wet pop as her lips shone with saliva. She’d brought him right to the edge but held him there as she slowly stroked him, intentionally denying release until Joe finished inside Carrie. Rick groaned in frustration as his cock throbbed and ached for release.
Joe glanced at Tink and nodded once before Tink smiled wickedly and looked back up at Rick. This time, she took him deep and fast, sloppily sucking his cock hard. She worked him with perfect intensity by using her hand to twist at the base in time with her mouth as she sucked hard enough to make his hips jerk. Rick’s breathing turned ragged as his fingers tightened in her hair as the week’s denial finally broke. He groaned low, hips bucking once, then twice before he spilled thick, hot pulses into her waiting mouth.
Joe eased out of Carrie slowly as the thick head of his cock popped free with a soft, wet sound. A slow trickle of his cum followed immediately. The creamy white liquid leaked from her stretched, pink ring and slid down her perineum and dripped onto the padded seat beneath her. Carrie whimpered at the sudden emptiness as her body was still trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her ass clenched reflexively and pushed out another small bead of cum that glistened in the light.
Tink pulled off Rick with a wet pop and held his release in her mouth without swallowing. Sophia soon swooped in and knelt between Carrie’s restrained thighs with a soft towel. She wiped gently at first and cleaned the outer thighs and her perineum before she leaned closer and allowed her tongue to lap at the cum leaking directly from Carrie’s ass. Her slow and deliberate strokes collected every drop as she tasted the mix of Joe’s seed and Carrie’s arousal. Carrie gasped as her hips twitched at Sophia’s soft sucking.
Tink soon joined her, still holding Rick’s load in her mouth. She kissed Sophia deeply as their lips parted and their tongues slid together. The cum mixed and passed between them; Joe’s thick release from Carrie’s ass blended with Rick’s as they shared it back and forth. Their moans were soft and muffled as their hands began roaming each other’s bodies. Sophia swallowed a portion before she licked Tink’s chin clean with a final and slow swipe. The display was decadent and intimate as these two women were lost in the sensual exchange with cum coating their lips and tongues.
Joe and Rick watched in silence before Joe took a slow sip of whiskey from the glass on the end table. Joe’s eyes never left the two women, however. Rick’s breathing steadied as his spent cock began to soften as he adjusted his pants. “They’re something else,” Rick said quietly.
Joe nodded, setting his glass down. “Part of what makes this place special.” He glanced at Carrie, who was still catching her breath in the chair. “She was exquisite tonight. Next month, I’d like to take her to Paris for a few days. Show her off on the Seine at dusk, let her wear nothing under her dress at dinner in the Marais. We’ll explore the nightlife where she can submit in new ways.”
Rick met Joe’s gaze, chest still rising and falling. “We’ll talk about it,” he said evenly. “But she comes home to me.”
Joe inclined his head. “Always.”
Carrie, now released from the chair by Sophia, sat up shakily. Tink wrapped a soft robe around her shoulders before kissing her cheek tenderly. “You did beautifully, Mrs. Carrie,” Tink whispered. Carrie smiled before she leaned into the touch and stood on wobbly legs. “I’ll shower quickly,” she said, kissing Joe softly before turning to Rick. “I will be right back, my love.”
Rick nodded, pulling her into a gentle embrace. “See you in a few.”
Carrie slipped away as the door closed softly behind her.
Joe refilled their glasses, the conversation turning casual as they waited. They discussed the week’s buildup, Carrie’s progress with the plugs and the trust it had built. When Carrie returned looking fresh and glowing in a robe loosely tied, she curled between them on the satin bed, kissing Rick deeply, then Joe.
The night had been everything they’d dreamed and only the beginning of so much more.
The drive home was quiet at first while the highway lights streaked past in soft blurs. Carrie’s hand rested high on Rick’s thigh with her thumb stroking in slow circles. The emerald plug was gone now, but she still felt the ache for more as remnants of Joe’s cum slowly leaked from her ass.
She glanced at Rick, eyes soft in the dashboard glow. “I can still feel him inside me,” she murmured.
Rick’s grip tightened on the wheel. “You were incredible,” he said, voice rough. “Watching you take him like that… hearing you beg… it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Carrie smiled, leaning over to kiss his neck. “Pull over.”
Rick found a quiet exit off the rural road, a spot that was secluded with trees shielding them from passing cars. He killed the engine. Carrie unbuckled and stepped out first as the cool night air brushed her skin as she walked to the front of the car. She leaned forward over the hood, palms flat against the warm metal with her robe riding up to expose her ass. The moonlight caught the curve of her cheeks, still slightly flushed from the night.
Rick followed to the front with his heart pounding. Carrie looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark with need. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “In my ass. I want to feel you there too.”
Rick’s breath caught. He stepped behind her with his hands sliding up her thighs to push the robe higher. The moonlight allowed him to see her perfectly, with her ass still stretched and leaking Joe’s cum. He freed his cock from its restraints, his cock hard again and pulsing with the week’s pent-up desire, before he rubbed the head against her ring.
Carrie pushed back. “Please, Rick… I need you.”
He pressed forward slowly and lovingly. The head breached her and the stretch was easier now but still intense. Carrie moaned as her head dropped forward against the hood. Rick eased in inch by inch, feeling the heat and the tight grip of her ass around him. When he was fully seated and his balls were against her cheeks, they both stilled for a moment and breathed together.
“You feel so good,” Rick groaned, hands gripping her hips. “So tight… even after him.”
Carrie whimpered, rocking back gently. “Fuck me, baby. Show me I’m yours.”
Rick began to move with slow and deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The moonlight illuminated everything and showed the way her ass took him, the slick shine of cum and lube, and even her hands gripping the hood for leverage. Carrie’s moans were soft at first, but soon grew louder with each thrust.
“Harder,” she gasped. “I want to feel you deep.”
Rick obliged as his thrusts became firmer and his hips snapped forward. The car rocked faintly with the rhythm and the night air carried her cries. Rick’s hands slid up her back, tangling in her hair and pulling gently to arch her more. Carrie pushed back to meet him with her ass clenching around his cock.
“I love you,” he rasped, voice thick. “You’re mine.”
Carrie came first as her orgasm ripped through her and her ass spasmed around him like a vice. She cried out with her body trembling against the hood. Rick followed seconds later and groaned her name as he spilled deep inside her ass with thick pulses filling her and mixing with Joe’s remnants.
They stayed like that for a long moment with Rick buried in her and his hands stroking her back, breathing in sync.
Carrie straightened slowly, turning to kiss him softly and lovingly. “Take me home,” she whispered.
Rick helped her back into the car as the night air cooled against their heated skin. As they drove, Carrie curled against his side, her hand on his thigh, and the future wide open.
