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I worked on the last of the dishes in relative silence. In the background I could vaguely make out some noises from Nia’s game, as well as her and Rina laughing and chatting, but the clanking ceramic combined with the running water muffled anything of substance. I couldn’t deny the voyeur in me was slightly disappointed that I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but, in some ways, the fact that I couldn’t properly hear them made it even better.

Speaking rationally, of course, most of these thoughts were merely my unresolved horniness from earlier. From a less impure angle, I was genuinely happy to hear the two of them joking and talking idly.

It seemed like the last few weeks had really closed their distance. Not that there had been some unspoken gulf between them or anything — in fact, they'd gotten along very well even before all this — it was more that they hadn’t had a real opportunity to get close in a less formal manner. Now that they had, it was really showing, and a giddiness built in my stomach the more I thought about it. Seeing two of my best friends come together the way they were made me feel fuzzy in a way I simply couldn't articulate.

As I neared the tail end of my work, the soft plodding of bare feet on tile came from behind; interrupting my wandering mind and pulling me back to reality. Arms wrapped around me soon after, the familiar, comfortable feeling of Nia pressing against my back. I’d been feeling a little sore leaning over the sink as I was, so to say this was therapeutic would’ve been putting it lightly.

She nuzzled into my hair and tickled my ear with her breath.

Nia: Heeey, you almost done in here hun?

I chuckled at her airy, needy tone.

Emery: Yes darling, I’ll be out shortly.

Nia: …Well hurry, I miss you…

Well now, that was surprising to hear. Nia wasn’t usually that upfront about her own emotional needs. Not like that, anyway. I set down the pan I was scrubbing and leaned into her.

Emery: Sorry love, I didn’t realize.

Nia: …No, I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair of me. I know you’re doing the chores so I can chill and not get antsy. So thank you, I appreciate it… I just, you know, wanna be with you more on my weekend. …You didn’t even jerk off when Rina was fucking around with me…

A small pang of guilt hit me in the stomach. I guess I’d made a mistake with how I handled that earlier. I had enjoyed the casual nature of the sex, and the light teasing that came with Nia being at our command, but I wasn’t being considerate of Nia’s want for my participation. It had been convenient for me to assume she was taking everything in stride, and that wasn’t okay. I needed to remember that it wasn’t that long ago Nia asked me to be present for her own comfort.

Perhaps she could tell I was feeling bad about that, because she quickly put a finger to my lips before I could say anything.

Nia: Don’t. You didn’t fuck up. You’re being very sweet today, so please don’t feel bad. I just want to spend some more time with you is all. Kay?

I exhaled, then craned my neck to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Emery: Okay. You wanna help me with this then? I only have a couple left, then I intended to snuggle on the couch with you and watch you play. It sounds like you two are having a lot of fun out there.

Nia: Heheh alright, sounds like a good plan.

The two of us worked side by side as we cleaned the last of the plates and cups from this morning. As we did, Nia shot me a jokingly judgemental side-eye.

Nia: Ya know Em, when you said “a couple left”...

Emery: You know I don’t use “a couple” literally. I meant I was close.

Nia: You’re such a nerd about so many things, why don’t you use that phrase right? Just say “a few” or “several”, hahaha.

Emery: Heheh, I dunno hun, that’s just how it comes out.

Nia: Uh huh. Gotta say Em, kiiiinda feels like I got played.

Nia theatrically threw her wet hand over her forehead and sighed in sorrow.

Nia: Like, I can't believe all this work you're forcing me to do. And on my special weekend, no less!

I rolled my eyes and fought off a smile.

Emery: Just think of it like I’m using you then, eh? This is part of the play.

We laughed and continued to banter back and forth as we eventually cleared the sink of its contents. It took longer than I’d expected, but that might have been due to Nia and I messing around as we washed.

Once we actually finished, Rina came into the kitchen and draped herself over us.

Rina: Hey cuties, you two enjoy the couple’s time?

Emery: Oh, were you waiting for us to finish to come in then?

Nia: You didn’t have to do that, Rina.

Rina: Nah, it’s chill. Seemed like you two needed a minute. Plus the laundry went off, so I went ahead and switched the loads for you.

Emery: Thank you. I really need to get the buzzer on that fixed so I can hear when it’s done.

Rina: Yeaahh, that’s probably a good idea. Sorry I didn’t ask beforehand, but those sheets needed to get in there so I figured you wouldn’t mind, hahaha!

Rina: …Oh, and by the way, Nia, you’ve got some super cute panties in there! I’m jealous. I might have to take a closer look at the ones you’re wearing to compare em~.

She punctuated the statement by giving Nia a firm smack on her barely covered ass — her comfort clothing of choice at home typically being short shorts — the sound resonating through the kitchen.

Nia shot Rina a smirk as she shifted her posture, leaning further over the counter and turning so she faced us more directly. Rina’s confident smile faltered slightly under the pressure.

Rina: …You’re not gonna get mad at me for smacking your ass again, are you…? This seemed like a better time to do it…

Nia feigned her strict look for a moment, before snickering and grabbing Rina’s crotch with her closer hand. She massaged it with her hand as her eyes flitted quickly toward me, before turning back to her target.

Nia: Nope, just wanted to put the fear of god in ya for a sec. Payback for fucking with me earlier~.

Rina gently rocked into Nia’s ministrations as she made a playfully frustrated face.

Rina: Hey now, you can’t blame me. You literally asked for it.

Emery: I think she’s asking for it again.

The three of us shared a hungry look, Nia’s hands gliding over Rina’s distended pants and the now fully tented midsection of her tank top.

Rina: Ya’know Em, I was getting that sense myself~.

She slid down to hip level, hands grasping our midsections, and gripped the hem of Nia’s shorts in her teeth. Snarling in a frisky tone, she moved on to aggressively groping Nia’s inner thighs before slipping the flimsy covering from her legs entirely. Now bare from the waist down, Nia was once again truly **** to whatever Rina had in store; something that was immediately capitalized upon.

Rina persuaded Nia to bend further over the side of the sink as she spread out her legs and butt, before once again diving into Nia’s most sensitive spaces — although this time from behind, leaving Rina’s face mostly obscured by Nia’s shapely ass.

Nia buckled onto the countertop, grabbing the ledge of the sink with one hand and my wrist in the other in a **** effort to stabilize herself.

Nia: ~Ahhh~ G-going in for seconds~?

Rina pulled her face back with a smile, a thin strand of fluid trailing from her full lips.

Rina: ~Hehe, felt appropriate since it’s, like you said, your special weekend.

Nia: Yeaah~, not th~aah~t I’m complaining, obvs~.

Rina: With how wet you still are? I’d bet not~. Still, we won’t just rehash. ~I’ve got bigger things in store for ya shortly~.

Rina’s hand drifted from my hip and joined her other in latching around Nia’s legs and lower back, locking my love in place as she was devoured with horny fervor. Nia responded with equal aggression, grinding her ass into Rina’s face and tightening her grip on my wrist.

Nia: Ohhh~ Oh yeah~! Uggh~! Fuuuck, Rina, get in there~! Worship that shit~!

Spasms arced through Nia as she rode the waves of pleasure. I wrestled my wrist from her powerful grasp before replacing it with my hand, our fingers interlacing together in a lover’s hold as Nia sought the support. She turned to me, eyes full of both physical and emotional need.

Nia: Emmm~, do it with us. C’mon, please? I want you to jerk off to this~. Aahh~! P-please please please jerk off to me~! I neeeed it!

I couldn’t resist Nia’s earnest pleas, not that I would were I even able, and quickly shimmied out of my lounging pants to stroke myself. I was painfully hard, and wasted no time indulging in fully at the beautiful spectacle before me.

Lord, and they really were beautiful.

The way Nia breathlessly shuddered, her hot breath brushing our hands as her mouth hung ajar in pleasure. The way her eyes glazed over too and her loose shirt hung over her shoulder; giving me just the occasional view of her swinging, perky breasts and firm abdomen. She was in pure bliss; an enraptured state I never grew tired of, even when we were keeping it vanilla, and I had only grown to love more with our new sexual explorations.

Rina, too, was entirely captivating. As I grew to know her better, I was coming to see her in a new light. Her harsh movements and aggressive approach to sensuality belied a certain mindfulness; the way her strong body handled Nia’s every little movement, considerately adjusting in a way that controlled her and still kept the position from getting too uncomfortable. And the audible ferocity with which she dug into Nia as well, while at first seemingly her own appetite at play, seemed oriented around making a show of it.

A show that I was enjoying far too much to endure for much longer — my past excitement was now coming back to bite me, working me up three times as much as I usually would be by this point.

Nia stuck her tongue between her teeth and grinned as she watched me pleasure myself.

Nia: Aw, did my little cutie miss me~? You’re so-oohh~ m-messy already, Em~!

I nodded wordlessly as I watched, her teasing tone pushing me to greater highs.

Rina: Like you have any room to talk, hehe. ~You were soaking down here before I even got started; not to mention how much of your juice has been dripping down my chin the last few minutes~.

Rina slapped Nia’s ass again and bit at her other cheek, eliciting a horny yelp in her surprise.

Rina: Yeah slut? You like that?

Rina wiped her mouth with her sleeve and stood up, before taking off her sweats, deftly slipping on a condom, and pressing her glans between Nia’s glistening lips.

Rina: Then you’re gonna love what happens next~.

Panic suddenly seemed to grip Nia as the powerful cock spread her entrance open.

Nia: Ugh, w-wait…Rina, this position might be a - uugghh~!

Before Nia could finish properly voicing her concern, Rina angled Nia’s body upwards and slammed into her pussy. Nia's mouth gaped and her eyes lost their light for a moment, no longer processing anything in front of her. Her whole body seemed to freeze up and she went completely silent, like her soul had left her body. Rina and I stared, nervous she had gotten hurt again. Within another short moment, thankfully, a low, weak series of horny sounds escaped her, and the tension melted away.

Nia: ~O-oohh~...Ooof~uuuck…~hoo… Hoolyyy…

She shakily took my hand, still holding it tightly in her own, and lifted it up to her mouth. She exhaled erratically into it, kissing the fingers and palm as she did. She must have cum incredibly hard just now.

Rina: Heheh, I had a feeling you’d like that one~. Got a feel for you in this position last night, and figured this angle would work nicely~. Glad you like it~!

Rina pulled the impaled girl closer to her chest, nestling her between her massive breasts as she continued huffing and making out with my digits.

Rina: Can you handle it if I keep going?

Nia simply nodded and muttered affirmatives, far more meek than usual. It reminded me of the first time we’d all had sex, with Nia ending up completely overtaken by Rina’s power and size.

Rina: Good, cause I don’t think I could stop at this point…!

Nia quickly fell to pieces as Rina began thrusting in earnest, using her, as we’d promised, like a proper sex toy.