Carrie gets a text from Antoine

You wake up on the bed still tangled up with Carrie and Jane, still naked, covered in drying cum, juice and sweat. It’s a nice feeling, the skin on skin and the general sense of satisfaction.

“How was that? you ask Carrie. “What was it like to watch me fuck someone else?”

“I wasn’t sure what to expect,” she says. “I’ve often wondered how it would look to see you fucking another woman and what it would make me feel and if I’d be jealous. But you never know until it happens. At first I was apprehensive, but once you got started I was totally into it. You saw me fingering myself didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you say. “That was pretty hot. Then being watched by Kim again, that was hot as well. The best bit though was getting to fuck you in the ass. I’ve really wanted you for the last two days. Letting the universe decide can be pretty tough,” you say giving her a kiss.

“Aw, you guys are so sweet,” says Jane. “I’m so glad I met you and it’s been fun to play your game with you. I might keep playing it myself. It’s been really liberating for me.”

Carrie leans over and gives Jane a long kiss. “Stick around for a bit, we like you too.”

Carrie’s phone pings and she picks it up to check the message.

“It’s Antoine,” she says. “The twenty-four hour cool-down must be up. Let’s see what he has to say.”

She opens the message. “He’s not that talkative again.”

“How do you mean?” you ask.

“It’s a picture again. Want to see,” she grins at you.

“I’m fine,” you say. “I can guess what it is.”

“Can I see?” Jane asks.

Carrie passes Jane the phone.

“Wow,” she says her eyes widening.

“There’s a video as well,” you say being helpful.

Carrie takes the phone back does something then passes it back to Jane.

Jane watches the video spellbound. “How did that feel she asks?”

“That’s what he asked,” she says. “Terrifying at first but then great.”

“Will you see him again?” asks Jane.

“Well that depends. That’s what the message is asking.” She takes the coin and tosses it so it falls on the bed. It’s tails. She takes a quick photo with her phone and you hear the woosh of a message.

Then another message ping.

“Antoine. Sad face. Winky face. Clock emoji,” says Carrie. “I think we can expect another dick pick tomorrow around this time.”

“Are you disappointed?” asks Jane.

“Not really. If it had been heads that would’ve been good. It’s the same with it being tails. It’s just what it is,” says Carrie. “I could give you his number if you like.”

Jane’s clearly thinking about it.

“Don’t think about it,” you say. “Toss the coin. It frees you from having to weigh up the options.”