Aftercare

Aftercare in a threesome scenario was a bit more complicated, especially with the strange relationship mixing and the fact that Marc had bent Astrid’s role a little bit during the course of play. The green-haired hacker certainly hadn’t gone full-submissive, but between the rough sex, Marc applying a few toys to her and Astrid not attempting to get back at him… Marc felt like he owed both women a bit of the aftercare that should follow a long scenario like they had played out.

The first thing to do, once the sex was over and everyone had a moment to catch their breath and shake off the topmost layer of the whirlwind of emotions such games stirred up, was to get Felicity into the shower. All three of them were covered in sweat, spit and sexual juices. Taking the initiative, Marc had stood up and stretched, rolling his neck, before going to Felicity and scooping her up in his arms. Being a full-bodied woman, Felicity already wasn’t exactly an easy carry, and the drag on his limbs from the extended sex didn’t help things, but Marc didn’t stumble or quaver as he walked her into the en suite and into the glass-encased shower stall. He sat her down on the small stool-like tile outcrop at the back of the little room and gave her a sweet, soft kiss before making sure the showerheads inside were pointed away from her and turning on the tap so the cold water in the pipes could get cleared out.

Marc then quickly went back out into the bedroom and grabbed Astrid by the ankle, dragging her across the bed playfully as she smirked and rolled her eyes. She let him pull her feet and into a kiss that had her draping her lithe body against his, her nipples still hard and her mouth telling him she was still hungry for more satisfaction. She let that die down though, and he led her into the bathroom and then took it upon himself to wash both women. Doing that sort of thing with Felicity was a long-practised ritual he enjoyed, and Felicity leaned into him as he used a gentle loofah and soap to wash every nook and cranny of her body from between her toes up to her hair. Astrid stayed back, allowing them their moment, and started to wash herself until Marc clucked with his tongue and frowned. She soon got her own introduction to the ritual, though it was a little more brief as she washed her own ass crack and hair.

Once the shower was over Marc went through the process of drying them, and then both women seemed to come to a decision with just a few looks and they tag-teamed drying him off as well. Marc left them in the washroom for a moment, quickly going out and stripping the bed, resetting it with fresh sheets and pulling the blankets up for use from where they had been set aside before the scene ever started. Then he went to the walk-in closet and returned to the ladies with the luxurious terry cloth dressing gown he’d purchased for Felicity and his own for Astrid. They’d been chatting softly, and he found Astrid applying a little of her own aftercare as she brushed out Felicity’s hair.

The blonde let him wrap her up in the ridiculously soft robe, but Astrid smirked and shook her head as he offered to do the same for her. “I should get going,” she said. “You two have your rituals, and I’ll just get in the way. And I don’t have the same needs here.”

She quickly kissed Felicity on the cheek and whispered something to her, and Marc slipped the robe on himself as she went out to gather her clothes.

“I’ll walk her out,” he said to Felicity, standing behind her and wrapping her up in a hug as he looked at her in the mirror. “I’ll be back soon, ma petite fée.”

“Of course, dear,” Felicity said with a tired smile, patting his hand with hers.

Marc kissed her on the other cheek, pausing to nuzzle her hairline near her ear as he continued to hug her until she giggled softly and pushed him to go with Astrid. When he left the washroom he found Astrid already half-dressed, though she flicked her panties at him and winked before putting on her bra and shirt. Marc stowed the gift into the pocket of his robe and then walked her down from the loft to the main floor.

“This was a lot of fun,” she said as she reached her shoes and slipped them on. “And now I’m really glad that I asked for this as payment instead of cash.”

“Thank you for that again, by the way,” Marc said. “Cela m'a été d'une grande aide.”

“Mon travail a été amplement récompensé,” she replied with a glimmer in her eyes.

“Your accent is getting even better,” Marc said with an approving nod and smile. Then he took a breath and let it out. “Thank you for not trying to go overboard, or push things, tonight.”

Astrid sighed and shook her head. “I know last time was a bit much, but I didn’t understand the dynamic as well as I should have then. We were both still… new. To the idea of sharing. I think this time went a lot better.”

“Tout à fait d'accord,” Marc nodded again. “Though, no offence, this will remain a rare, invitation-only event.”

Astrid laughed, heading for the door as Marc walked with her. “I knew that coming in, Marc,” she said. “Felicity is yours, and I have my own little playthings. Though I’m jealous of how you two are together. I will say, though, that if you come back to me with another job like this again - well, Felicity won’t be the one submitting. I got in and out cleanly, but from what I saw, if what I dug up got tied back to me, even I might be in some trouble. Tell your cop she needs to be careful.”

Marc knew what she was implying, and also knew she was drawing a line in the sand. If he tried to loop her into his game with Sinead again, he would be the one spending an hour or two as the bottom. And they both knew he wouldn’t be doing that, so she was cutting him off. “Je comprends, ma très chère amie,” Marc said, taking her hands and looking into her eyes.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Astrid said, smirking again and shaking her head. “I’ll admit that tonight was very good, and it was more than just playing with Felicity. I might find myself with an itch to scratch sometime, and you’ll be the number I call. Not full submission, but something more… neutral. No games, just sex.”

“I… would be interested in that,” Marc said with a little smirk of his own. “Tu es une belle femme et une bonne amie. Comment pourrais-je résister?”

“Don’t start flattering me, thinking I’m a princess like that one up there,” Astrid chuckled. She grabbed Marc by the back of his head and pulled him forcefully into a kiss as they stood at the front door. “I’m a bitch, Marc. That’s why you love me.”

“Then go home and get some rest, Astrid,” Marc chuckled, giving her a slap on the ass. “I have a princess to pamper.”

Astrid laughed and winked at him before leaving, and Marc had to shake his head again as he closed the apartment door and took a breath before heading to the kitchen. It would be another hour or two of care with Felicity, between feeding her, massaging her and cuddling as they talked through everything that had happened. She would sleep over, and he would make her brunch since they were up so late. And maybe she wouldn’t leave for a while after that - he would, he decided, encourage her to stay later into Sunday so they could be domestic again with each other. It was good to touch on those normal feelings of intimacy.

<U>Translations</U>
*- Cela m'a été d'une grande aide. = This was a great help to me.

• Mon travail a été amplement récompensé, = My work has been well rewarded,
• Tout à fait d'accord = Totally agree
• Tu es une belle femme et une bonne amie. Comment pourrais-je résister? = You are a beautiful women and a good friend. How could I resist?*

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