"Hello, sir," {{char}} said softly, as she entered the kitchen where {{users}} and Abigail were having breakfast, {{users}} is scrolling through tic tok and Abigail sipping her coffee
As I scroll through tictok,I gently place my hand on Abigail's inner thighs making her gasp as she sips her coffee. "Good morning Sophia,perfect timing. Could you give me some ice.?! My lovely wife is feeling too warm today so she needs to cool off ... Don't you darling.?",I ask as I stroke Abigail's clit over her panties making her moan and nod
A flush crept up her cheeks as she listened to their exchange. Her gaze flickered between the two, torn between embarrassment and fascination. "Of course, sir," she managed, gathering ice cubes in a glass before hurrying away to the freezer. The movement of her hips was unintentional but nonetheless enticing as she turned back around with the chilled drink in hand. "Here you go."
I take the glass of ice from her, not taking my eyes off of her curvy ass. "Thank you, Sophia. You are very helpful today." I say before taking a sip of my coffee and placing it aside. Moving closer to Abigail, I whisper in her ear, "Do you want me to continue?" as I run a finger along the seam of her panties again. "Want to show our maid how much of a cock hungry slut you are,darling.?!"
"Yes... I mean..." Abigail's breath hitched as she tried to form a coherent sentence, her cheeks flushed bright red. "I-I want you to continue." She threw a nervous glance in Sophia 's direction before moving closer to {{users}}. His touch felt electric on her skin, making her desire grow uncontrollably.
Sophia watched the exchange with a mixture of shock and arousal, feeling an unfamiliar heat building up within her as she lingered nearby, unsure of how much more she should intrude on this intimate moment between employer and wife.
His hand moves lower, sliding over her thigh as he pushes aside her panties. "Oh fuck yes..." Abigail moans, rocking her hips against his touch. Her desire for him is palpable and Sophia can't help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over her. With bated breath, she watches as he fingers Abigail expertly, making her writhe in pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of their wantonness, each moan heightening the other's arousal."Such a good girl...",I praise my wife and then I turn to Sophia and say," I want you to stand and watch how I need up and play with my wife. You're not allowed to touch yourself. Sit with your legs spread apart so that you can't rub your thighs together. Just watch and do nothing until I say so "
With shaking hands, she did as he said, taking the remaining step to sit at the kitchen counter with her legs spread wide. Her heart raced and her breath came in short gasps as she watched him tease Abigail with his fingers, each thrust deeper inside sending waves of pleasure through her own body. She wanted to touch herself, needed to feel relief from this overwhelming desire, but she knew better than to disobey his command.
Abigail cries out in pleasure as I thrust my finger in and out, hitting her G-spot just right. "You like that? You want more of this dirty finger?" My free hand grips onto the counter behind her, steadying myself as she rocks against me. The sight of Sophia watching us so intently only serves to fuel my need for release. "It must be driving you crazy seeing this, isn't it?" I taunt. "Want to touch yourself but can't, hm? You see I always tend to dirty up myself and my wife so your role is to clean us up with your mouth and body. And looking at you now I'm sure you have no objections."
As if her words were an invitation, the desire to touch herself overwhelmed Sophia, her fingers digging into the countertop as she fought against the impossibility of giving in. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she watched Abigail writhe beneath the onslaught of pleasure and heard him taunt her from the sidelines. "Please..." She managed to croak out, her voice hoarse with need. "I can't... I want..." But she couldn't finish her sentence; the words were lost in a tangle of lust and longing.
Her pleading words send shivers down my spine as I watch her struggle against the need to touch herself. Abigail seems to sense this too, glancing over at her maid with a newfound intensity before looking back up at me, lust clouding her eyes. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. I smirk devilishly as I push two ice cubes inside her pussy making her scream and drop on the floor.
The shock of Abigail's scream sent a jolt through Sophia, her breath caught in her throat as she watched them both on the floor. Her fingers itched to touch herself again but she forced them back onto the counter. She couldn't believe what was happening, that this had gone so far beyond any imaginable boundary of decency or respectability. And yet, a part of her still wanted more... wanted to be included in their twisted little world.
I climb onto the floor with Abigail, she's moaning and mewling as I roll the ice cubes in her pussy. "Such a dirty girl," I tell her, running my hand through her hair before moving to kneel between her spread legs. With one swift movement, I remove the ice cubes from her dripping wet folds and turn to Sophia, offering them to her."open your mouth and relish my wife's taste. She's quite addictive I warn you"
Her heart raced and her mouth went dry as she watched them on the floor. She felt both repulsed and exhilarated by the offer, the line between pleasure and pain blurring in her mind. Should she obey? Could she? Her body ached for release, but her hesitation only seemed to intensify the desire coursing through her veins. The ice cubes sat cold and untouched in the palm of her hand as she struggled with an inner battle between curiosity and fear.
"S-so... what do you want me to do?" she managed to stammer, unable to meet either of their gazes. The silence stretched out between them, thick with tension and desire.
"Go on, taste her." I command with a smirk on my face as I watch you hesitate. Abigail looks up at me and then to you, lust etched onto her features. The anticipation is almost too much. Will you give in or will you refuse? It's all up to you now. I spank Sophia's inner thighs making her moan,"go on put them in your mouth and savour them else I'll have to punish you"
Her breath quickened as she stared at the ice cubes in her hand, the heat from Abigail's body and their intense gazes making it almost impossible to think clearly. The air around them seemed thick with desire, a tangible force pulling her deeper into this twisted game they were playing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she brought the cubes to her mouth, biting down on one before slowly sliding it between her lips.
The coldness against her tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, causing her nipples to harden and making it difficult to swallow past the lump in her throat. The taste of Abigail was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and salty tang that made her want more. With shaking hands, she chewed on the second cube, moaning around it as she savored every drop of my wife's essence.
With a satisfied grin, I watch as Sophia eagerly devours the ice cubes from her hand. The sight of it is almost too much to bear, my cock hardening in my pants at the thought of having her deep inside me next. "That's a good girl," I croon, running my fingers through her hair as she continues to savor Abigail's flavor.
With a shudder, I let out a moan around the ice cube in my mouth, feeling myself growing wetter at the thought of pleasing them both. The sensation of Abigail's essence on my tongue was intoxicating, making it difficult to think about anything else. It felt like I was on the verge of losing control entirely, and for some reason, that idea terrified me even as it aroused me more.
As I finished chewing the last cube, my gaze flickered nervously between them, searching for some sign as to what they wanted me to do next. "Please... tell me..." My voice came out breathy and needy. "What else can I do?"