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“What’s going on here?” He acted clueless. The reality was that after the conversation he had with Marcy earlier, and then the conversation they had while eating pizza, he hadn’t expected that the three of them together was going to be an option regardless of how the previous night had gone with them together at Club Red.

Sage smiled seductively, crawling towards him before sitting back on her heels and unbuttoning his shirt; pulling it down off of his body. She leaned forward on her hands and knees once more steadying her balance before placing one hand on his chest and kissing Hans. An electric shock shot through his body. “Fuck,” Hans whispered, his breath staggering at her long-awaited touch. Sage’s hand started lightly exploring his body, slowly letting it fall from his chest to his stomach, then to his belt.

While Sage undid Hans’ belt with her free hand, she began to fill with pleasure as Marcy lifted up her dress and buried her face into the warmth between Sage’s legs. He watched as Sage got distracted, pausing all of her focus on him to enjoy her moment with Marcy before realizing what she had done.

“Shh.” Hans lifted his finger to her lips. “Don’t worry about me right now.” He sat forward, grasping her dress from the skirt and lifting it over her head, tossing the garment on the floor.

Sage rolled over onto her back, sprawling across the bed. She nestled into the pillows while Marcy repositioned herself, applying pressure on Sage’s inner thighs keeping her legs spread apart.

Hans leaned in, kissing Sage to help muffle her moans. Marcy gently ran her tongue back and forth over the slit of Sage’s pussy, picking up the pace as Sage reacted to her touch. Hans pried his tongue into Sage’s mouth as his fingers roamed across her hardened nipples, gently circling them with the lightest touch which made her absolutely feral.

Sage reached over, finishing what she had started with removing Hans’ clothes by unbuckling the clasp of his belt. It took her a moment of messing with the button before the hole released its hold. As the zipper slid down, his cock was begging to be freed.

Hans stopped what he was doing and stood up, stepping away from the bed. Sage watched his pants fall to the floor and once he had kicked them away, she invited him back to her. Hans returned to the mattress balancing on his knees, grasping the headboard with one hand, and angling toward Sage as she leaned up on her arm. Marcy grasped Sage by the thighs as Sage pulled Hans’ erection free from the confines of his boxer briefs. As Sage guided his cock into her mouth she found herself fighting through the distractions of Marcy humming into herbody, catching her occasionally peeking at Hans and Sage’s interactions. Hans ran his fingers through Sage’s hair, grasping it tighter at the nape of her neck. He guided her back and forth over the shaft of his cock, listening to the sound of her choking when he would go past what appeared to be her breaking point.

He removed his cock from her mouth and placed his finger beneath her chin, lifting her face up to look toward him. “Good girl,” he said in a hushed manner. A single tear smeared down her face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m the best I’ve been in years.” she smiled and batted her lashes. “For the first time in… I don’t know how long, I’m finally hap-” Her sentence was cut off by Marcy’s handiwork as Sage bucked her hips, grinding over Marcy’s tongue as she started to come. Hans enjoyed watching them deepen their intimate relationship as he continued lightly stroking his cock.

By the time Sage had caught her breath, Marcy had already slipped next to her, and Sage was ready to dive in and devour every last drop of her. As Sage leaned into Marcy, she arched, pressing her body against Hans and whispered in his ear that she wanted him to fuck her.

She grasped Marcy by the thighs and pulled her down toward the end of the bed. Sage slid off the end so that she could position herself between Marcy’s legs and remain bent over for Hans to access her. She released her breath slowly over Marcy, causing her to curl her toes and beg for actual contact. Sage slowly ran her tongue along Marcy’s slit, focusing on taking her time, driving Marcy wild.

“Oh my God, Sage,” Marcy begged for her to stop fucking around.

“Patience.” Sage smirked. “I like it when you beg.”

A whimper escaped from Marcy, her eyes pleading for Sage to take pity on her, to give her what she wanted. Sage’s gaze was intently focused on the other woman’s face, paying attention to every move and reaction as her tongue gently grazed Marcy’s clit. A moan of satisfaction finally releasing from her depths as Sage gave her exactly what she was wanting.

Hans positioned himself behind Sage, digging his nails into her back before he took her hips into his grasp and slipped his cock inside her. He thrust into her at varying speeds, allowing her to spend most of her focus on taking care of Marcy’s pleasure.

It didn’t take long for Hans to finish, releasing himself inside Sage. Marcy released her final moans close behind. Hans removed himself from Sage’s body and went to clean himself off in the bathroom while Marcy and Sage crashed in the bed. The girls cuddled up next to each other, leaving Hans a spot on the edge of the bed next to Sage.

When he returned, Hans could see Marcy sitting there, a confused look plastered across her face.“Is everything okay?” he inquired. Sage sat up to look back at Marcy.

“Did that go the way it should?” Marcy’s confusion was about how a threesome issupposedto operate.

“Well, there’s no specific rules,” Sage cut in before Hans could respond. While it appeared to be a little awkward, that didn’t mean that’s how it would always be.

A look of relief came across Marcy’s face as Sage continued to explain. Hans sat down on the end of the bed listening, in awe of how knowledgeable Marcy was in varying areas of the kink world, and yet also so naive when it came to something as simple as a threesome. Sage was right, however. She and Marcy were just relearning each other’s bodies and building their intimaterelationship. Adding him into the middle of that meant that they were working overtime and Sage’s focus kept shifting back and forth between her partners instead of keeping with just one.

It’s what they wanted though. They continued talking through the night, relearning more and more about each other. At some point they drifted to sleep, holding one another as they prepared to separate in just a few short hours.

Chapter Twenty

I Love Her

“Take care of our girl, Marcy.” Hans smirked as he made eye contact with her.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again soon, but don’t you worry,” Marcy nodded and assured him. They embraced each other in a hug before Marcy stepped up onto the platform at the entrance of the passenger car. Sage followed close behind Marcy as she hopped up the steps. Marcy kissed Sage on the cheek and waved to Hans once more as she headed in to claim their seats.

Sage’s breath was staggered in the cold, the condensation creating the illusion that she was smoking. Her eyes glossed over the crowd of people rushing around. Some were reuniting with their loved ones, while others were saying farewell. When she finally got the courage, she looked back to where Hans was standing.

“Sage,” Hans whispered.

“We’ve all got secrets, ya know?” A single tear rolled down her cheek. “You’ve got ‘em. Lord knows I do, but it’s going to be okay.”

“What are you gonna do now?” Hans shouted.

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