AMA: The Boyfriend: Chapter 83-89

Chapter 83

The shouting had stopped in Heather and Cattie’s room, and Cassidy was already stripped down to her panties and getting under the covers when there was a knock at our door. I’d just been pulling off my shirt, and I looked over at Cass with a raised eyebrow. Maybe Wanda had decided to come over after all?

I was honestly a little surprised when I opened the door and Cattie was standing there in the hallway in a tight little black spaghetti strap top and black panties. Her makeup was done up more heavily than when she’d left the living room. She’d put on more eyeshadow and dark, wine-red lipstick.

“Cattie, I-”

“Robbie, I need you to let me in,” she said quietly.

I opened the door further and let her come in. Cassidy was sitting up in the bed, her tits on display, and she stood up as her friend came into the room and looked like she wanted to go to hug her.

Cattie held up a hand to stop her, and she took my hand and led me to the bed. “Sit,” she said. I did, and she turned and shut the door, then looked at both of us. She took a deep breath, her lips pressed together as she decided what she wanted to say. Everything in me wanted to fill that silence, to tell her I was sorry for agreeing to the bet. How I didn’t expect her to fulfill the implied payment.

How much I wanted her to anyways.

But I knew that she wanted to be in charge right now. That she needed to take command for a minute. Cassidy noticed it too, and came over and sat beside me quietly, then reached out and took Cattie’s hand lightly in hers and gave her a look that was half compassion, and half encouragement.

“I’m not as mad at you two as I am at her,” Cattie finally said. “And I wouldn’t have come over here if it wasn’t for the fact that you didn’t want to take the bet to begin with, Robbie.” She sighed heavily, closing her eyes as she picked her words carefully, trying to say exactly what she meant and was feeling. “I can understand that she pushed your buttons without realizing it, Robbie. But Cassidy, you were telling him to bet. You encouraged him to risk reopening an already fresh wound you caused. I- I don’t know how I can feel OK with that. If you had lost, Heather wouldn’t have let it go. Even if you refused in the end, she would have been pressuring you all week. Putting Robbie through that is unfair, Cassidy. It’s actually really fucking shitty of you.”

“I know,” Cassidy said. “Cattie, I know it was, if that was everything that was going on. But it wasn’t, and Heather had been acting all bitchy and putting herself over you. And I didn’t like seeing or hearing you need to be her bitch all the time. So when I saw the chance to get you a night away from her, so you could be with us like this morning... “

“That still doesn’t justify the risk, Cass,” Cattie said. “You didn’t know who was going to win. And mine and Heather’s relationship is our relationship. I get to decide what I do in it, whether you agree with it or not.”

“I- I know,” Cassidy said. “I’m sorry. Robbie keeps telling me I need to give you space like that. I just don’t like seeing you not being yourself.”

“For what it’s worth,” I said. “It’s true, Cattie. I don’t like seeing the way you’ve been with her either. Or, I guess I don’t like the way she’s making you act even if you are agreeing to it. I just didn’t want to push into your relationship, especially when we had our own problems going on.”

Cattie closed her eyes again, thinking. She was tapping one heel softly on the ground and flicking one thumb over her forefinger. “I appreciate that you guys feel that way,” she said finally. “And I understand why. But that still doesn’t answer the part I’m angrier about. Cass, how could you do that to Robbie?”

“We cheated,” I said.

“What?” both girls said in surprise.

I had no idea what answer Cassidy was going to give, but I knew trying to broach the whole ‘there’s this magic app’ thing wasn’t going to go very far. “Well, we didn’t cheat. Cassidy just noticed that the floor wasn’t level. It tilted slightly towards the outside door, and the weight of the bottle meant that it would naturally point the head away from the lowest point since the bottom was heavier. And Heather was spinning it the same way every time, and it landed in the same general spot almost every time. When we came back, I was pissed and went to the highest point because of all the reasons I said before, but also because I just wanted to stick it to Heather, too.”

Cattie’s brow furrowed together, her jaw dropping a little bit as she parsed what I was saying. It was entirely bullshit, but it was just believable enough to make her stop and wonder. I felt terrible for not telling her the truth, but there was no way she was going to believe the truth and this still let her know the motivation behind the decision. She ended up taking a deep breath and nodded. “OK,” she said. “That’s… insane, but OK. You didn’t think you were taking a risk.”

“Are you OK?” I asked. “That’s what we’re most worried about, Cattie. If it makes you comfortable, I can sleep on the floor and you and Cass can share the bed. We’ll just have a quiet night, and Heather can just stew over what we might be doing all night.”

Cattie stepped forward, letting go of Cassidy’s hand and hugging me to her with both arms. Sitting as I was, I was in a perfect position for her to pull my face right into her tits as she did it and I ended up with the side of my face in her bosom. A bosom, I noticed, that wasn’t currently being supported by a bra. “Robbie, you’re too nice for your own good.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling him,” Cassidy said, squeezing my hand even though I could see her.

Cattie took a half step back, still standing between my legs, and then she pulled off her top. Her big, pale breasts spilt out just inches from my face, bouncing happily, her nipples soft and inviting me to play with them. “What we’re doing now is about two things,” she said. “First, it’s about letting Heather know she can’t just ignore my feelings and teaching her a lesson. She should have learned that last night with the kissing game, but she pushed it further and now she needs to eat a little shit for it. Play messy games, get messy prizes.”

“You’re sure?” I asked her.

“I am,” Cattie nodded, and then she bent lower and kissed me on the lips. She tasted a little like liquorice, and I realized she must have used a breath mint or something while she was in her room. Her kiss was sweet but insistent, her tongue playing against mine almost immediately as she made it clear that she was very much sure. When she pulled away, she was smiling softly and I couldn’t help but do the same, but quickly checked Cassidy’s reaction.

My fiancee was grinning, biting the corner of her lip and obviously wanting us to continue. Cassidy was very into this.

“There’s a second thing, though,” Cattie said, drawing our attention back to her. “Cass, I love you like a sister. Hell, I might like you better than my own sister. And if this were happening naturally, and I was single, and you two weren’t going through what you were… Well, I think we’d have a lot of fun. But tonight, you’re not participating. You need to sit back and watch, and you’re not allowed to even touch yourself as someone else gets what’s supposed to be only yours. Because Robbie is supposed to be yours, and for this to happen I need you to know what that means.”

Cassidy nodded, though I could see the sadness in her eyes. It wasn’t jealousy, or anger that she was being excluded or told what to do. It was that deep, deep regret she’d shown over what she’d done.

She knew what she’d done, and the damage she’d caused between us.

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“That’s fine,” Cassidy nodded, and stood up and threw on a sweater. “Give me a second, I’m going to go get a chair so I’m not on the bed and getting in the way.”

She slipped out of the room, leaving me with a mostly-naked Cattie.

“I’m sure,” Cattie said, giving me a little smile and pre-empting my question.

“OK,” I acknowledged, trying to stick it in my head that I didn’t need to ask her again. “I just- I appreciate you a hell of a lot, Catelyn.”

Her smile broadened a bit as I used her full first name. I don’t know if I’d ever done it before, but it felt right in the moment. She leaned down and kissed me again, softer than before, then sat on my lap and kissed me again, her bare breast pushing against my chest as Cassidy returned with a chair from the kitchen and set it down, shutting the door again.

“So how do you want me?” Cattie asked me. “It’s been a long while since I’ve been with a guy.”

“I think I want what you want,” I said. “Seriously, Cattie. You and Heather are in this dominant-submissive thing, but the way you talked about it last time… do you even like it?”

“I like… parts of it. Bits of it,” she admitted. “But I like my turn to be on top, too.”

“OK,” I said, and kissed her again. God, kissing her was this weird thrill. It felt wrong and right in a way I hadn’t felt with any of the other women on the trip. Kissing Wanda was pure sexual tension. Kissing Becca was like kissing Cassidy for those first couple of weeks of our relationship back in high school. Kissing Terra was like a little sip of water in a desert, this hope of something that doesn’t feel like it should be. Kissing Leia, and Ami, and Zenya were all different as well, though with them it didn’t feel as deep or complicated. They were all beautiful and desirable, but kissing Cattie…

“Honesty time,” I said. “Your fantasy you described during the game - are you only interested in something like that with a woman, or would you want to do that with me? I can totally understand if you’d want that with a woman but not a guy since we’re not exactly the same when it comes to sexual attractiveness.”

“I-” Cattie started, then stopped and cocked her head to the side, looking at me as her eyes got a little teary. “Robbie, I can’t believe I’m just realizing this, but after the last couple of days I think I trust you enough to indulge myself in being weird if you’re willing to trust me too.”

I kissed her, holding her softly in my arms. “I do,” I said. “Just tell me how you want me.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, then glanced back at Cassidy.

“Do it, babe,” Cassidy encouraged her. “Robbie and I both love and trust you.”

She turned back to me. “Can you get naked all the way and lay flat on the bed?”

“Anything for you,” I said, and kissed her nose. She stood up and I quickly dropped my shorts and scooted up onto the bed fully. My cock was already half-chubbed, and started to grow firmer as Cattie stripped off her panties and got entirely naked with me. She crawled up on the bed, not between my legs but to the side, and I watched her with a smile as she did it.

Cattie got up near the head of the bed and laid down horizontally to it, her head hovering just over mine. “Hey,” she said softly with a smile.

“Hi,” I replied.

She kissed me. Softly. Tentatively. Like we hadn’t been doing just that thing moments ago. The kiss changed and morphed. She tried different things, testing how our lips matched together. How it felt with our noses pressed to one side or the other. She shifted around my body, kissing me from the other side. At the same time, she ran her fingers through my hair, both on my head and on my chest. Her fingers curled in it as she played with it. The kissing stopped and she just rested her forehead on mine, her eyes closed as our breath started to match and mingle, noses side by side.

It was an intimate moment with barely any contact between us.

Then she was kissing me again, trailing it down my jaw and neck to my collarbone, to my shoulder, and down my arm. She stayed there for a long moment. I wasn’t especially bulky and muscled, but I was fit. I’d maintained a level of athleticism since my swimmer days and hadn’t gotten soft like some of my old teammates. She explored my muscles, kissing my arm. Kissing the inside of my elbow. Then she licked my arm and glanced up to see what my reaction was. I just smiled and nodded. That made her smile in return, the moment of self-consciousness passing. She kissed further down my arm to the palm of my hand, and she lifted it off the bed as she sat cross-legged.

“You’ve got such big hands,” she murmured, examining my hand up close, weaving her fingers between mine. “I guess what they say is true, but hands and big feet mean one thing.”

“Big gloves and shoes,” I finished for her.

She rolled her eyes and kissed my palm, then nuzzled her cheek against it. “I was thinking of that big cock, but I guess that’s two things,” she grinned.

She explored my hand for a while, kissing the front and back, sucking on my fingers and thumb as she watched my reaction. Then she brought my hand down to her breasts and softly grazed her nipples with my knuckles.

“Make a fist,” she requested, her voice getting a little lower and husky.

I did, and she lowered my hand down to the bed as if it were a precious object. She placed it fingers down and knuckles up. Then she shifted, moving from her sitting position to her knees, straddling my hand.

Cattie’s breasts were fantastic, but I’d now been looking at them for a bit. Cattie’s vagina, however, was new to me. It was pale, like the rest of her, with a soft pink fish to it. She had a somewhat prominent clit hood from this angle, and as I watched Cattie slowly lowered her hips until her warm pussy was pressed to the back of my fist.

“Mmm,” she hummed happily. “I just want to try…”

She started grinding her hips, pressing her lips against my hand, breathing deeply as she played with herself, using my hand like a- well, I wasn’t penetrating her or vibrating, so I wasn’t really sure what sex toy to call myself at that moment.

Then Cattie lowered her body, still grinding on my knuckles in a sort of frog-like position until her face was right next to my cock, her chin resting on my hip bone. She glanced up at me, smiling softly, and pouted her lips forward and shifted, kissing the side of my shaft as her nose brushed just to the side of it.

“Fuck,” I breathed out softly. This woman knew how to tease like no other.

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Cattie continued to explore me. She slowly, methodically, explored my cock and pubic bone with her lips and fingertips. She moved around me, raising her pussy from my hand and leaving a smear of wetness there. As she moved I looked over at Cassidy, sitting on a chair at the end of the bed and watching the two of us with rapt attention. She was fully dressed, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, her hands under her chin, and I realized she wasn’t watching us. She was watching me.

Not Cattie. Not the beautiful, naked woman in bed with me. Me.

She smiled, then broke into a full grin, as I made eye contact with her, but she didn’t say anything.

Cattie’s travels around my cock eventually led her up to the head, which she began to tease with her lips and the tip of her tongue. She traced the ridge of my glans and started watching for my reaction again, her eyes trained on mine. I had to take deep breaths to keep from wanting to grab her and get her, and part of her, on my cock fully instead of dancing around it.

Then as my cock flexed involuntarily, a little bead of precum oozed out of the tip and pooled there.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Cattie murmured, looking at it like she’d just discovered a new universe on the tip of my dick. She touched it, just the liquid, with the tip of her finger, like she was testing the viscosity. Then she touched it with the tip of her tongue, tasting it, savouring it for a moment, and then she kissed it away. Then she did something I really wasn’t expecting, something I’d done to Cassidy, and much more recently Becca, and never really thought how weirdly intimate it was. Cattie put her fingers on either side of my cock head and she gently pulled the hole open just to look at what was inside.

It took everything I had not to move, not to giggle or jerk away or anything. I’d looked at the inner bits of two women, and with any luck I’d probably want to do the same thing with Cattie herself. I’d want to peel her open and taste her. So why should I stop her from doing the same?

She got enough, though there wasn’t all that much to see, and slid lower as she let go of my cock head and began to explore my sac. I couldn’t see as much of what she was doing, but I could definitely feel it - she really didn’t hold back. I think my nuts got explored more thoroughly by her than Cassidy and I combined. And that was just with her fingers, because then she did it all again with her mouth. By the time she was finished, another thick bead of precum was at the tip of my cock and she raised herself up, kissing that away as well.

“Having fun?” she asked me, sliding up my body and laying next to me again, running her fingers through my chest hair.

“You definitely know how to get a guy going,” I said. “More importantly, are you having fun?”

She nodded, smiling contentedly. “Mhmm. Thanks for letting me do that.”

“Are you done?” I asked.

“If we ever find ourselves in this position again, maybe I’ll try something else,” she said. “But right now your cock looks like I’ve teased it enough, and I’m starting to get really fucking horny. Feel.” She took my hand in hers and raised them to her breasts. Her nipples were hard pebbles, and I softly began to massage them as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, absorbing the feeling. “You’re good at that,” she said.

“I’m well trained,” I said. “Also housebroken and I can do tricks.”

That made her chuckle. “What kind of tricks?” she asked.

“You sure you’re ready to move on?” I asked.

“I am,” she said. I was still massaging her tits, and she lowered her hand from my chest to my cock, wrapping her fingers around the base.

“Then my first trick is I’d like to get between your legs and make sure you’re good and horny, Catelyn,” I said.

“Robbie, I’m in a lesbian relationship,” she said and kissed my chin. “Do me a favour and just make sure I’m well lubed up. I can get all the oral I want. I don’t exactly have access to a real live cock, let alone one as fine as yours.”

I laughed. “Deal,” I said.

Now it was my turn to move around her. Cattie rolled onto her back and I kissed down her body quickly, stopping only briefly to tease her nipples with some soft kisses, and she allowed me to open her legs. I wanted to spend my time down here. Hell, I wanted to spend hours down here. Looking up at Cattie from between her legs, and around her tits, I thought she was as gorgeous as could be. I wanted to tease and taste every part of her, really, and that made me wonder if I could do the same thing to her that she fantasized about.

I set that aside and quickly kissed her pussy lips, and then went to work. Cattie tasted good, with almost a neutral smell and a somewhat salty tinge that made me think of that liquorice flavour kissing her had.

“Oh, motherfucker,” Cattie breathed out suddenly. “That’s- Holy crap, Robbie. Cassidy, you never said he was this good.”

Was I? Good enough to make her comment on it? Again, I had that flash of worry that maybe Cassidy hadn’t been entirely truthful with me.

“I told you he rocked my world on a consistent basis,” Cassidy said from her seat. “How’s the feel of his scruff? He didn’t shave today.”

“A little prickly and rough, but sort of nice because of it. Hoooo boy, Robbie you’re dangerous.”

“How dangerous?” I asked lifting my lips from her now fully flushed and ready pussy.

“Very,” Cattie said. “Now come up here and get that cock inside me, Tiger.”

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Entering Cattie was a process. Not because it was hard, but because it was something I’d never thought I would be doing up until yesterday morning. It was something I was honestly a little afraid of - the idea of being with someone other than Cassidy.

It was also something I wanted to relish, being with Cattie.

We shifted a little first. Cattie moved down the bed a touch, and I put a pillow under her ass to raise her hips. Then I was between her legs, but I leaned over to kiss her instead of rushing to just stick it in. She raised her arms and crossed them behind my neck, our tongues slowly working together in a rhythm we started between the two of us. My cock was resting on top of her pussy - I could feel the warmth of her arousal, and the soft little fleshy nub of her clit hood as she circled her hips.

“Fuck, you turn me on,” she whispered to me. “Always have, if I’m being honest.”

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow.

“From the moment I saw how much you love her,” Cattie told me. “But you were her’s, so you were just a fantasy in the dark of the night. I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Neither can I,” I said.

I kissed her again and reached down to position my cock at her entrance, the head resting into that little notch, our mixed arousal coming together at a point that would require just a bit of force to slide me inside of her.

“Ready?” I asked her.

She rested her head back on the bed, a moment of serenity passing over her features as she looked up at me. She was always beautiful, but with her silky black hair splayed around her on the bed, looking up at me… she was breathtaking. Cattie nodded softly.

I eased in, and she accepted me.

It was magical - at least, in my head and my chest. The physical feeling of it wasn’t any different from entering Cassidy, if I were being honest, but the emotions involved in it were different. Maybe if we’d just slammed into each other I’d feel like it was just the mechanics of sex, sort of like my brief encounter with Ginnie in the afternoon. Just giving or taking pleasure. But that wasn’t this. We didn’t just slam into each other.

As I felt Cattie’s pussy slowly accept me, adjusting to me inside of her, she sighed happily and held my face in her hands, both of us watching the other. It took three slow strokes to bury myself in her, our pelvises pressing together at the end as I let a bit of my weight press down onto her hips.

“So fucking warm,” she groaned, and closed her eyes as she flexed her Kegels, testing my hardness inside of her. “That’s what dildos and vibrators are missing. I can feel you inside me. Not some toy. I know it’s you and it’s so much more than just getting fucked.”

I kissed her for my response, and she accepted readily. Then I started to fuck her. Slowly at first as we found our rhythm, then a little faster.

“Fuck, Tiger,” Cattie moaned happily, cupping her tits and rocking with me.

“Catelyn,” I groaned back, fully engaged in the sex. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “God damn, you feel amazing.”

“So do you,” she said. “God, fuck. You feel so fucking good. The way you- yeah, that thing with your hips.”

“That’s not his only trick,” Cassidy said from the end of the bed. I glanced back at her, and she was still eagerly watching us, her hands carefully propped under her chin to stop her from playing with herself. ‘Have fun, baby,’ she mouthed to me. ‘Love her.’

I turned back to the gorgeous vixen under me and redoubled my efforts, picking up the pace.

“Yes, Robbie, ungh-” Cattie groaned, her breath hitching.

I kissed her again, and with our lips and hips pressed together I surprised her by rolling us bodily and suddenly she was on top in cowboy position. Cattie immediately went to work with her own hips, grinding on me. She raised out of the kiss, her tits dangling between us, and started bouncing forward on my cock, giving me the chance to catch her nipples with my lips. She laughed, and pressed her chest down more onto my face, surrounding me in tit.

I was holding her hip with one hand, my other palming her ass. I brought the ass one back around and reached up, cupping her cheek and putting my thumb to her lips. She sucked it in, suckling on it for me, and then taking it in her teeth and growling playfully. Then she let it go, and I brought that spit-lubed thumb down to her clit and flicked at her clit hood. She shuddered, and I did it again.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Cattie hissed. “God, you’re going to make me come already. Are you close, Tiger? Can you come with me?”

“Do you want him to come inside you?” Cassidy asked from her seat. “Do you want him to give you what all those dildos are missing and give you that warm, real manly cum squirting right up inside you and spreading that squishy, gooey warmth all the way through you?”

“We shouldn’t,” Cattie asked. “I’m- no condom. But I’m on the pill.”

“I can pull out if you want,” I offered through my own clenched teeth. Hearing Cassidy ask if Cattie wanted me to come inside of her had driven me towards the edge quickly.

“No!” Cattie said loudly. We’d been fairly quiet so far, and I think it was to try and not make it too big a deal on the boat what we were doing. “No,” she said again. “Don’t you fucking pull out, Robbie. Just let me get there, and then… and then…”

She opened her mouth in a silent shout as her orgasm started the peak, and I took that opportunity to push on her clit again with my thumb as I thrust up into her quickly. Cattie came as her body tensed for a long moment, extended by what I was doing, and her pussy locked down on my cock until I could almost feel the grooves of her abdominal muscles. And then I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I grunted as I released into her. Cattie let out a wordless ‘Huuuughf’ as she felt me explode, my cock pumping three massive spurts as I rode the orgasm, then multiple smaller ones.

I was panting. She was panting, collapsing down on my chest. Our breathing was in sync. Cattie leaned up and kissed me, making out with me for a long set of moments before pulling back. “Robbie, you’re still hard?”

“You think I could go soft?” I asked her. “God, I don’t want to wait another second before I fuck you again.”

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“From behind,” I told her. “I haven’t had a chance to see and play with that magnificent ass of yours, and I want to fuck you at a good angle to find your g-spot.”

“Well, let’s do that,” she grinned. “But my g-spot is unusually deep. I’m going to need you to dick me hard and really dig for it.”

“Happily,” I said, and kissed her again.

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Cattie got off of me and sat at the edge of the bed on her knees, hanging her ass just over the side and sitting up straight, arching her back and looking at me. Then she flexed the cheeks of her butt, one at a time.

“God fucking damn,” I said.

“Cattie, hon,” Cassidy said. “I’ve always known you were a sexy bitch, but seeing you like this… I think I’ve got a lady boner about the same size as Robbie’s cock at this point.”

That made me snort a laugh, and Cattie cracked a grin. “Thanks, babe,” she said, then raised a hand and wagged her finger at her. “But you’re not getting any of me this time.”

“This time, huh?” Cassidy raised an eyebrow.

That had Cattie making a face. “You know what I mean.”

By that time I’d gotten behind her and I hugged her to me by her shoulders, pressing my cock against her back as I tipped her chin up with a finger and kissed her from above.

“Ooh, Spider-Man kiss,” Cassidy teased.

“Well, he is our Tiger,” Cattie grinned once the kiss was over.

“If I’m his Mary Jane, what does that make you?” Cassidy asked. “I’m thinking Felicia Hardy.”

“Not Gwen Stacey?” Cattie asked. “Isn’t that the other girl from the second movie run?”

“No, Becca is the Gwen Stacey,” Cassidy said. “Felicia Hardy is Black Cat. You don’t have the white hair, but I think it fits you. And I think Wanda is gonna be his Gwen-pool.”

“Who?” Cattie and I both asked.

“Nevermind, it’s comic stuff,” Cassidy waved me off.

I kissed Cattie’s cheek from over her shoulder and took her breasts in my hands, massaging them firmly for a moment. “Anyone ever tell you that you are an absolute devil in angel’s clothing?”

Cattie chuckled. “I’ve gotten plenty of Angel-based pickup lines before, but never that one.”

I kissed her ear, sucking on her earlobe for a moment. “Don’t think too hard about it,” I whispered. “I’m just trying to find creative ways to tell you how utterly, shockingly sexy you are. I am definitely in lust with you.”

“I think I’m definitely in lust with you too,” she moaned through her pursed lips as I slowly worked her nipples between my thumbs and fingers.

I slid lower, kissing down her bare back, to that glorious ass of hers, my hands following me down her sides. First, I kissed one cheek, then the other. Then I gave one a light little spank. “Oh!” Cattie exclaimed happily. “Thank you, sir. May I have another?”

“And there’s that devil I was talking about,” I grinned.

“Tiger, I thought the point of this was for you to fuck me again,” Cattie said. “I want your cock inside of me.”

“Hold your horses,” I said, and took hold of her arms and put her hands on her ass. “Spread these magnificent cheeks for me.”

“Now who’s a devil?” Cattie said, but did as I asked, revealing her tight little asshole and her pussy lips below it.

After the first kiss, just above her asshole, Cattie sucked in a breath. “Robbie, you don’t need to do that,” she said.

“Do what?” I asked her, sliding two fingers into her pussy. I kissed her again, right on her asshole.

“Eat my ass,” she said. “Heather-”

“I don’t care what she does or doesn’t do,” I said. “I want to make you feel good in every way I can. So close your eyes and relax.”

I went to work, fingering Cattie as I licked and sucked my way around her holes. Listening to her moan was hot, and feeling her ass and cunt muscles twitch as I fed her my tongue and fingers was gratifying because I knew I was getting to her again. I could hear Cassidy saying something to her, but was too preoccupied to listen in properly.

When Cattie was pushing in on another orgasm I redoubled my effort, using my other hand to slide the tip of my middle finger into her butt as I dropped my lips to her clit, worming my tongue into the little hiding place of her clit hood and prodding directly in her clit.

“Ooooh, fu-hucking hell,” Cattie groaned as she started to come.

I didn’t give her a chance to peak, let alone come down, before I was standing up and fucking my cock into her pussy. “Catelyn,” I groaned at my re-entry into her.

“Robbie! Baby, Tiger, baby, fuck,” she panted. “Just- holy fuck balls, Tiger- Don’t- Give me- Fucking uuuuuuungh,” she babbled her way into a second wave of the orgasm, clenching down on my cock as she fell forward.

I didn’t want to give her a moment of rest. I was hard and ready to go, and I wanted to push her into another orgasm as quickly as I could. I grabbed her arms, holding her forearms, pulled her back onto me and started fucking her hard and fast. Her face was hanging in the air as she moaned wordlessly, her tits bobbing under her from the force of the fucking I was giving her.

She rolled out of her orgasm, having the wherewithal to grab my forearms back to steady herself. Cattie raised her head, flicking her hair back out of her face, and she looked over at Cassidy with a wanton look of rapturous focus. “He’s so fucking good,” she panted, her face twitching as she approached her next orgasm.

“The best,” Cassidy said. She was leaning forward, chin on her hands again. I could tell she was fighting the desire to touch herself. “Always had been. He finds your buttons and plays them like an instrument.”

“Best-” Cattie gasped, then hung her head low, her hair covering her face, and she moaned somewhere in her chest as she came again. I let go of her arms and they snapped forward like they were practically elastic, grabbing at the sheets above her head and clenching them hard.

Without waiting for her, I got my feet up on the edge of the mattress and started fucking down into her more. That made her gasp and start yipping a little, and her knees slowly went out from under her as I fucked her pelvis down towards the mattress until she was pressed against it, her legs splayed to the side like a frog and her ass clapping against my pelvis.

And even though I was quickly pushing her towards another orgasm, I felt this primal desire for her burning hot inside of me. Even though I was going balls deep into her over and over, I wanted more from her. I wanted her. I knew she wasn’t mine but I wanted her to be.

I wanted to demand she admit whose pussy it was I was fucking. Who it belonged to now. She would moan my name, and promise me anything I wanted. She would say anything I wanted her to, and mean it.

But in the back of my mind, I knew Heather was on the other side of that wall. And I wanted her to know I was following through on that stupid fucking bet she demanded, but I didn’t want to end their relationship. I didn’t want to be that person.

So I kept my mouth shut, and Cattie yipped her way into another strong orgasm, maybe the strongest she’d had yet, and I pulled out of her before I went over the edge myself, grabbing my cock to try and squeeze my way to holding off.

It worked. Barely.

Chapter 88

Cattie was gasping, laid out on the bed, but I wasn’t done. I reached under her and lifted her to her feet on the floor, turning so that I had her front pressed to the wall. She got her legs under her and knew what I wanted, and stuck her ass out for me.

I thrust back into her and she moaned happily, rocking her hips side to side as I rooted to the base, but then reached back and stopped me. “Hold on,” she said. “Come with me.” She pivoted the two of us, and I followed her without fully exiting her, just a few steps down the length of the bed and she bent over at the waist. This brought her face-to-face with Cassidy, and she braced her arms on the side of Cassidy’s chair as she stared at her friend and my fiancee.

“Now fuck me,” Cattie said, turning back to look at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me hard, Tiger. Use my pussy, slap my ass. Treat me like your cocksleeve for the rest of the night, OK? I got mine, now you get yours. I want you to.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright,” I agreed, planting my hands on her hips and thrusting into her once, hard, and holding there.

“You hear that, Cass?” Cattie asked rhetorically as she turned back to the woman in front of her. “This should be you, right? Being his everything. Being his cocksleeve, his cum bucket. His lover. God, his cock is magnificent. He’s just fucking dominating my guts, stretching out my cunt perfectly. His hands on my ass, each spank he gives me is perfect.”

“I know,” Cassidy said quietly. Based on the look on her face she was equal parts turned on and sad. “He should have always been enough for me. I want that to be me again.”

“But it isn’t,” Cattie said, her body bucking as I continued to fuck her at a faster pace. I was trying to ignore the verbal abuse Cattie was laying on Cassidy, but it was hard to. Part of me was cheering it on, part of me was hurting deeply for her. Part of me hurt for Cattie too, because I knew what she was saying was coming from her own experiences. The hurt from her parents divorce. Even the hurt from Heather that night. “You fucked up,” Cattie continued. “You fucked up the perfect relationship, and this is your way of apologizing, right? What if I wanted him? What if I wanted to shack up with Robbie, and now here he was getting a shot at my premium bisexual pussy, more than happy to commit to him because of how great a person, and a fuck, he is?”

“He- I-” Cassidy said, clearly confused by the questions.

“Fucking hell,” I grunted. I was plowing Cattie at a fast pace now, feeling her cunt ripple and squeeze as she gasped and moaned between her berating Cassidy.

“Are you his little cuckquean now?” Cattie asked. “Is that the life you want, the relationship you want?”

“No!” Cassidy said. “Well, maybe… I don’t know any more. It’s so fucking hot watching him with you, and the others. And he deserves you all, Cattie. He deserves you. And you deserve him, too. And I’m going to be apologizing for the rest of my life, but I just want to try and make up for even an inch of the betrayals and lies I heaped on us and if that means making sure he gets everything he deserves and wants, then I will be his cuckquean if that’s what it takes.”

“Cassidy,” Cattie said more softly, and she reached out and cupped my fiancee’s cheek as they looked into each other’s eyes while I fucked Cattie from behind. “Babe…”

“Enough!” I said, pulling out of Cattie and stepping back. “Just stop, OK? Fuck!” I crawled over the bed and went to the washroom, closing the door behind me. My cock wanted more, but my head and my heart were feeling so fucking confused.

I looked at myself in the mirror, sweaty and flush from exertion. I could hear them talking out there, the soft murmur of their voices unintelligible. This whole situation was fucked up.

I loved Cassidy. I was hurt by Cassidy, but I loved her. I didn’t want to spend my life hating her, or feeling hurt, or getting revenge. I didn’t want to force her to watch me fuck other women for the rest of our lives together.

But I also wanted Cattie. Not in a lustful way. Well, not just in a lustful way. I wanted to hold her, and kiss her when she was hurting, and celebrate big things with her. I wanted…

I wanted the same thing with her that I did with Becca. I wanted her to be in love with me. And it was so fucking wrong, but I wanted that with Wanda too. And maybe, the start of that desire was there with Ami. And Leia. And Zenya. Even Terra.

Cassidy had opened a door, and I wanted to fill my metaphorical house with all of these beautiful, special women.

But most of all I wanted my Cassidy back.

I felt the urge in my stomach to puke as I made these realizations. It came from disgust at myself, not for fantasizing about it, but for seeing that want and thinking that I could actually make it happen. That I could be the person to break apart relationships on demand. What was I, some sort of cult leader? Had my ego gotten so large, so quickly? Or was it really my anger and hurt and desire for revenge?

There was a soft knock on the washroom door, and it opened slightly. “Robbie?” Cassidy asked. “I’m coming in.”

She didn’t wait for me to respond, just waiting long enough to not hear me deny her or feel any pressure holding the door closed. Cassidy slipped inside, still wearing her sweater, and she rushed to hug me from the side. She squeezed and squeezed, burying her face into my arm.

“I love you, Robbie,” she said quietly. “More than you could ever know.”

I gave in and turned, pulling her to me as well and giving her a bear hug. “I couldn’t listen to you like that,” I said, speaking down into her hair as I held her. “I-”

“Shhh,” she shushed me. “I know. God, Robbie, I know. Cattie and I were both going too far. We were caught up in the emotions of the moment.”

“I’m sorry,” Cattie said from the doorway. She was still naked and sweaty, looking at the two of us with trepidation.

“I am too,” I said, and I held out an arm to extend the hug between Cassidy and I. Cattie clambered in, pressing her naked body to the two of us and hugging hard.

We held each other for a long time.

“I have an idea,” Cassidy finally said.

“What is it?” I asked, a little worried about the concepts that my fiancee could come up with.

“Follow me,” she said, taking mine and Cattie’s hands and pulling us towards the bedroom and the bed.

It didn’t take long. Soon Cass was naked, laying back and propped up by the pillows at the head of the bed. Cattie was between her legs, laying with her back to Cassidy’s chest, her ass on the bed. I was kneeling between Cattie’s legs, looking down at the two of them while they both fondled my cock back to hardness with their hands.

“We both love you,” Cassidy said, looking up at me. “But right now I want you to make love to Cattie for me, Tiger. And I want to hold her while you do it.”

“God, this is erotic,” Cattie sighed, laying her head back on Cassidy’s chest. “I love you both, too. You’re my best friends.”

I leaned down and kissed Cassidy, then kissed Cattie. And then in the weird missionary position, I entered Cattie again and slowly, sensually made love to her. We kissed a lot, but I kissed Cassidy a lot over her shoulder as well. I had to brace my arms on the bed to keep the position working, but they both were free with their own hands to explore me and each other.

It was intoxicating, feeling Cattie accepting me inside of her while I kissed Cassidy. Watching my fiancee massage the breasts of the woman I was fucking in such a loving way.

Watching Cattie turn her head back and give Cass a peck on the cheek.

“I love you both as well,” I panted as I slid deep inside Cattie and held there. Her eyes were closed and her lips partially open as she was riding a sexual high. I released, coming inside of her again, and she exhaled in a long, smooth breath while Cassidy smoothed her hair back and whispered something in her ear.

Cattie blinked her eyes open as I started to pull out of her, and pulled me back in so that she could kiss me again, and then directed me wordlessly to kiss Cassidy as well.

Finally, I rolled to the side onto the bed. Somehow, the three of us managed to wiggle ourselves under the covers, and I ended up much as I had been that morning during our snuggle and nap with them both hugging me from either side. Only this time, all three of us were naked. And I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Chapter 89

“Good morning,” Cattie said, smiling as I entered the washroom. I’d woken up to the sound of the shower going. It was still pitch dark outside, not even 3:30 in the morning, and I was feeling completely destroyed for energy.

“Good morning,” I said, sitting down on the toilet seat and watching her through the glass as she washed her hair. She was using whatever product Cassidy had in there, and I was already starting to get hard just watching her naked body and knowing she was going to smell like my fiancee today. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel-” she stopped for a moment to rinse off her hair. “I feel OK. Well, physically I feel fucking achey, but gooey and warm as well. And totally zapped.”

“That 2 AM blowjob might have been a factor,” I pointed out. The three of us had fallen asleep just after 1 AM, but somehow Cattie had had the energy and the drive to wake me up with a blowjob under the covers in the dark. She’d played down there for almost twenty minutes before sucking a load out of me. I’d tried to offer her tit for tat, but she’d murmured not to, and she’d crawled back to resume her place next to me in the bed and fell asleep with her head on my chest. I’d followed her into sleep soon after.

“Fair,” she grinned. “That may have been a little reckless in regards to us getting any sort of decent sleep.”

“But that’s just physical,” I said. “How about the rest?”

“That’s what I mean by OK,” Cattie said. She shut off the shower and stepped out, running a wet finger down the bridge of my nose playfully as she grabbed a towel and started drying herself off. I took it from her and started doing it for her, which made her grin happily. “I’m worried, but not that worried, if you know what I mean. Heather is still going to be pissed, but I needed to teach her this lesson if we’re going to work out. She can’t just treat me, or you and Cass, the way she did and expect to get away with it without repercussions. What we did wasn’t cheating; she did it to herself. I plan on trying to reconcile that with her.”

“Well, you know if you need to, you can come stay with Cass and me,” I said. “Like last night, or just platonically.” We’d said a lot of ‘I love yous’ last night, though the three of us knew it was a platonic infatuation with each other and not that we were in love or anything. Something wanted to react to that in my tired mind, something I felt like I was forgetting from my drunk, emotion-filled night when I’d reacted to Cattie and Cassidy near the end, but I didn’t quite find it.

“I appreciate that more than you know,” Cattie said, taking the towel from me and leaning down to kiss me softly. She hung up the towel and stood at the sink, grabbing Cassidy’s hair dryer and brush and starting to dry her hair. She was naked, leaning over the sink slightly, which stuck her ass out just a bit.

There wasn’t much point in denying what I wanted. I was already hard again from the shower, the drying, and just looking at her naked. I stood up and got behind her, shifting her wet hair from her neck and kissing it. She hummed happily, shifting to give me better access, and widened her stance a bit to help me get my cock into position. Soon I was inside of her again, fucking her slowly from behind as she dried her hair.

“Fuck, I really love seeing you two like this,” Cassidy said, stepping into the washroom. She came up beside me and pursed her lips, asking for a kiss which I happily gave her. Then she kissed Cattie’s upper arm and spun happily towards the shower. She was as naked as the other two of us, her bum bouncing playfully as she turned on the water to her liking and stepped in. “Seriously, you two. Carte blanche from my end all the way. If you ever want to fuck, you don’t just have my permission, you have my encouragement.”

I chuckled, and Cattie smiled and rolled her eyes.

Cassidy started soaping up her body. “Honestly though Cattie, you know he’s the best fuck ever,” she said. “I just wish I got to see him screw your ass as well. I really want to see that.”

“Maybe next time, babe,” Cattie said offhandedly.

“Next time?” Cass and I both said, raising our eyebrows.

“I- uh,” Cattie stuttered. “You know what I mean. If this were to ever happen again, I’d be willing to do some butt stuff.” She was still thrusting back at me as we casually fucked, but she lowered her arms and looked me in the eye through the mirror. “I definitely trust you enough for that.”

“Ooooh, Cattie wants butt stuff,” Cassidy teased from the shower.

“Want is different than willing,” Cattie pointed out.

“We don’t need to if you don’t like it,” I said, kissing her shoulder.

“I… didn’t say that,” she smiled and her cheeks flushed. “Now, Tiger, you’ve got two minutes to finish with me before I need to go throw on my clothes and go back and talk with Heather before the morning shoots. So fuck me good, but don’t finish in me again. Take it over and get Cass to finish you with her mouth.”

“Done,” I said, and reached around her to palm her tits as I started to properly fuck her. It made the last of her hair-drying more difficult, and I probably squeezed two minutes into three, but eventually I was out of time.

I pulled out of her, and she turned and pressed her naked body to mine and kissed me hard. “I seriously do love you two,” she said, half turning to Cassidy. “This isn’t going to change anything, right?”

“Nothing, babe,” Cassidy assured her.

“Good,” Cattie nodded, then slapped my ass. “Now go feed your fiancee some breakfast, Tiger.”

She slipped out of the washroom, though I did manage a slap on her ass in return as she went, and I stepped into the shower with Cassidy.

“Hey, Tiger,” she said with a grin, and slid down to her knees. “Can I suck her taste off of you?”

“God I love you,” I said, running my thumb across her cheek as she grinned up at me.

“Love you too,” she said, and then started sucking my cock.