Page 9 of Filthy February

When I slide off my husband’s face, Val slips off his spent dick. “Up here, sweetheart. Lick her pussy off my lips.”

Valentina does, with a slight glance in my direction. As her tongue ventures across his mouth, she looks up at me under her long lashes, and I get a heated feeling between my legs again. I join her. Both of us pressing our lips to my husband’s as he opens for us. It becomes a joint effort. The three of us swapping breaths into one another’s open mouths as Carson’s hands hold our heads together.

“Mm, damn. I want to wake up like this every morning,” he says.

“Me, too,” I agree, and Valentina snuggles next to him and nods.

“Same.”

He and I reluctantly leave her in bed to let his come work deeper inside her while we shower and get ready for work. After giving her a key and showing her more detail around the house, I slide into my downstairs office. I figured she would feel uncomfortable here by herself, so I want to be available in case she has questions. Carson gives her a card for any groceries and expenses, then heads off to work with a peck on each of our foreheads.

Morning meetings leave me with a headache. With a glance out of the window to the wintry backyard, I stretch my arms up, hoping to get a break. A delicious smell, like baked bread, floats under the door, and I get up to see where it’s coming from.

Valentina has dressed in a flouncy skirt and long apron, dancing to some unheard music as she takes a pan out of the oven. On the sparkling kitchen counters sit a variety of foods. A tray of sandwiches. A charcuterie board with various cheeses. A steaming pot of something. A pie and a chocolate cake.

As I glance around the downstairs, I notice everything seems to be in its place. The living room rug even has those fancy vacuum lines in it, like they get when the housekeeper comes. The place looks spectacular.

The granite is slick when I slide my fingers over it while trying to make enough noise as to not startle her with my presence. She still doesn’t notice, though, so I tap her on the arm and she jumps with a scream, ripping out an earbud. “Oh my god, Juliet! I didn’t hear you. Sorry!”

My hand rubs her arm as she laughs. “Not to worry. I am just speechless with this. You cooked and cleaned?! You don’t need to do this. You’re not… We don’t need you to do that.”

She looks at the ground. “You gave up your home for me. Invited me in. The least I could do is this. And I know you’re not paying me for this. It’s just… if I’m staying here, I thought I should help. Besides, you and Carson have those fancy jobs. I don’t.”

A flutter in my chest makes me step closer to her. “Do you want to stay home and do this?”

“I mean…” She glances around until her big eyes settle on my face. Quietly, she says, “Yeah.”

I’m not very aroused by women, typically. But something about her makes my heart pound harder. With a swallow, I press my lips gently on the edge of hers as she takes a quick inhale. “Yeah? I’d love that,” I say against her mouth.

“Love what?”

My fingers glide up her side and find their way to the back of her warm neck. Closing my eyes, I press my forehead to hers. “Would love it if you’d stay home and be, um, ours.”

When I peek my lids open, her full breasts heave up and down rapidly, as if she’s feeling just as many sparks as I am. “Juliet, I’ve never done anything with a woman.”

Nodding, I hesitate and loosen my grip on her, almost stepping back. But she presses her body into me. “But I want to with you.”

We collide, with our open mouths ravaging each other. Gripping her waist, I turn her so her ass hits the counter as I let my hands slide underneath her apron. One of her legs hitches around to my lower back. It doesn’t take long to find her soaked thong and push it to the side as she gasps into my kiss. “Oh my god!”

Letting my thumb dance around her clit, I gently stroke her hole before plunging one finger inside. Then another. “You want three, pretty lady?”

“Y-yes… Fuck, Juliet. Yes.” Her head flops back as I dip more in and work her pussy with her clit in sync.

My lips suction onto her exposed neck as she rides my arm with squealing grunts of pleasure erupting from her throat. “You are such a good girl for us. For me,” I tell her, and when she looks at me, it’s like that’s everything she needed to hear.

She lets go and erupts all over my fingers deep inside of her. In her ecstasy, she grips my head and kisses me deeply, riding out the waves of her pleasure. “Let me return the favor,” she whispers, breaking our grip on each other.

“No.” Rubbing a wet finger over her cheek, she turns into my palm. The pink of her skin flushes to red. “Later. I just wanted to play with you.” My arms block her against the counter as she arches one eyebrow, a confused look crossing her face. “I enjoy pleasuring others, seeing them experience joy. That’s what gets me off.”

Her hands hold my face as we stare into each other’s eyes. “You’re something special, then, Jules. I see why he calls you that now. His jewels.”

My phone rings in the other room, and I give her a broad smile. As I step away and back to work, I give her a long look and lick each of my fingers as she tries to fix her hair back in place with a giggle.

Six

VALENTINA

For the first week and a half, things felt a bit like I was trying to squeeze into a new pair of jeans. A bit stiff, too clean, and without much room for relaxation. But now, I feel like I’m home. Perhaps even in the first place I’ve truly belonged.

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