The lesbian married couple and they are there to follow their very rewarding orders

Sergeant Foreman's POV

The door opened before you could even form a question, and Clara and Jane stepped inside. They wore matching, hungry smiles, their eyes gleaming with an excitement that looked entirely new. “Master,” Clara said, her gaze flicking from Michael to you, “we’re ready for her reward.”

Their owner just nodded in approval and motioned for them to go on. Then, without another word or a single qualm, their hands went to their clothes. They shed their simple tops and pants in a few efficient motions, letting the fabric pool on the floor without a hint of hesitation. Their naked bodies were a stark, beautiful contrast in the room’s dim light; Clara’s curves being soft and inviting while Jane’s frame was lean and powerfully defined from her firefighter days. They joined you in your nakedness, their intent as clear and unashamed as your own rapidly beating heart.

“On the bed,” Clara instructed, her voice a low, professional purr that nonetheless promised anything but professionalism. "Brilliant and dedicated soldiers deserve wonderful hazard pay."

You obeyed, laying yourself face down on the cool sheets, your flushed skin prickling with anticipation. You heard the soft sound of a bottle being uncapped, and then the rich scent of almond oil filled the air.

Her hands, slick and warm, landed on your shoulders. From the very first contact, you knew she was a master of her former trade. Her thumbs found a knot of tension buried deep in your muscle, a remnant of days on end spent carrying gear and constant, stressed-out vigilance. She worked it with a firm, precise pressure that made you groan into the mattress, the pain a sharp prelude to a spreading wave of relief.

“That’s it,” Clara murmured, her hands sliding down the line of your spine. “Just let it go. You’ve earned this.”

You moaned as you felt every callus on her palms, every skilled movement of her fingers as they mapped the landscape of your back. It was the most intimate touch you’d experienced in years, and your newfound desires amplified the sensation into something electric.

You turned your head to the side, your eyes finding Michael and Jane on the blue couch. He was naked now, his lean body relaxed as he slowly stroked his own erection. Jane sat beside him, her short, spiky hair silhouetted against the grey wall, one hand already busy between her own thighs. She watched her wife’s hands on your body with intense, dark eyes, her lips parted in a silent gasp, and her obvious enjoyment of the sight made your own cunt drip even faster.

Clara’s magic fingers moved lower, kneading the tight muscles of your glutes until they melted under her touch. Her strokes became longer and more languid, spreading the oil over your skin until you shone in the low light. She was not just relieving tension; she was revering your form, and the polyamorous freedom your Master had woven into your psyche made you arch into her touch, wanting more.

“You have a strong back,” Clara commented, her voice husky. “A soldier’s back.”

Her fingertips traced the very top of the cleft of your ass, a feather-light tease of what was to come. A shudder of pure want wracked your body, and you heard a soft, approving moan from Jane on the couch.

“She’s so responsive, love,” Jane breathed, her fingers moving faster on her clit. “Look how she moves for you.”

Then Clara’s hands were on your thighs, her strong thumbs pressing into the dense muscle there. She worked her way down, past your knees, to your calves, leaving no part of you unattended. Every stroke stoked the fire in your core, the ache between your legs becoming a ****, throbbing need. You groaned as you became putty in her hands, completely at her mercy and loving every second of it.

“Turn over for me, brave Sergeant,” Clara asked softly.

You complied without hesitation, rolling onto your back, your fully exposed body humming with anticipation. The cool air on your oil-slicked front was a sudden shock, your nipples hardening instantly. Clara’s dark, penetrating eyes scanned your form, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she took in your flushed skin and heaving chest.

She reached for more oil, pouring a generous amount into her palm. Her gaze locked with yours as she began to spread it over your collarbones, her touch deliberately slow and sensual. She smoothed her hands over your shoulders and down your arms before her thumbs circled the sensitive skin on your inner breasts. This was no longer about muscle relief; this was a deliberate, erotic awakening...which became more obvious when her hands glided up your inner thighs, parting them with an unspoken authority.

The world narrowed to the space between your legs, to the promise of her touch. You were completely open, utterly ****, and more turned on than you ever remembered been in your entire life. You looked over at your Master, who watching you with heated approval in his gaze, and then at Jane, whose own pleasure was clearly escalating as she watched her wife have her way with you.

Clara’s fingers finally, blessedly, made contact with your slick folds. Not penetrating, but tracing them with an artist’s precision.

“So wet for us already,” she whispered, her voice thick with her own arousal.

A single finger slid inside you, and your back arched off the bed, a choked cry torn from your throat. The feeling was utterly consuming, your new bisexual nature reveling in the feminine touch you had once only wondered about.

“That’s it, dear, make her feel good,” Jane urged from the couch, her voice strained as you heard the wet sound of her fingers working her own cunt, a lewd counterpoint to the sounds your bodies were making.

Before long, Clara added a second finger, curling them inside you, finding a spot that made you see stars. Her thumb pressed circles against your clit, setting a relentless, perfect rhythm. You were completely lost in the sensation, in the sight of this beautiful woman between your legs, in the knowledge that your Master and her new lover's wife were witnessing your unconditional surrender. Your hips began to move against her hand, meeting her thrusts, your own hands fisting in the sheets.

“I’m…FUCK...Clara…!” You gasped, your professional composure shattered into a million pieces as your climax built up...a terrifying, wonderful pressure coiling deep inside your belly, fed by every one of Clara’s expert movements and the hungry eyes upon you.

“Come for us, Sergeant,” Michael said, his voice a low command that vibrated through you.

His words shattered the dam. Your world dissolved into a white-hot burst of sensation as your orgasm ripped through you, violent and absolute. Your body seized, a long, wordless cry tearing from your lungs as you convulsed around Clara’s fingers.

Through the hazy, shuddering aftermath, you felt Clara slowly withdraw her hand. You were boneless, breathless, floating in a sea of spent pleasure. You opened your eyes to see her smiling down at you, her expression one of proud satisfaction. Then she raised her glistening fingers to her mouth and slowly, deliberately, sucked them clean.

“Come here, my love,” Clara said, her gaze shifting to her wife on the couch.

Jane stood up on shaky legs, her need plain on her face. Clara looked from Jane to you, her dark eyes alight and unrestrained.

“Now, you may be a sergeant in military rank, but as a newbie lesbian, you are not even a private fresh out of boot camp yet. Luckily for you, our master instructed us to guide you as you take your first steps into a sapphic world, so...what do you want to experience next?”

A/N: Well, that's it for now but I hope you enjoyed it xD

I will be extra busy with work over the next couple of days, but don't worry, I am looking forward to writing the resolution to that cliffhanger myself, so I will be back with the next update as soon as possible.

Until then, happy reading, and thanks to those who remember to review.