Look Close

They were a strange couple to be sure, Misti thought. Most folks who visited Madame Fufu's establishment were more interested in the dancing girls, or the after-show entertainment. Sure, the food was pretty much decent, but you rarely saw people stopping in to have dinner and nothing else.

Young, fashionably dressed. Occasionally glancing around with mild interest, but otherwise not making a move. The two of them stuck out like a Shallyan novice in a whorehouse. Although, Misti mused, you heard all sorts of stories about what happened behind the closed doors of those convents. Madame Fufu was no doubt very keen to see that particular rumor tested first-hand.

The young couple eating dinner was a mystery to her, but Misti never let herself wonder for very long when she could do anything about it. Strolling casually over to their table, she observed with some amusement that the woman's eyes followed her as she approached. "Hey," Misti purred, "you two looking for some company?"

"Us?" The woman of the couple glanced over to the man, and Misti thought she could see a little nod. "Um, we were just having dinner, you know, by ourselves." Her blush deepened under Misti's gaze.

There was more going on, and Misti was getting to the bottom of it. Hauling a nearby chair over to the table, she flounced down in it backwards, legs astraddle, arms settled across the back. By design, close enough to the man so that their thighs nearly touched. "Care for a threesome?"

The woman's eyes were darting back and forth, to Misti and the man before looking back. She was biting her lip. "James," she quietly said, "she's so much prettier than me."

"Yeah," the man said, "she sure is."

Wait, what.

"My name's James." The man gestured over to the woman, who was squirming slightly in her seat. "This here's my wife, Jenny."

Oh. Oh!

Misti took a second to be shocked, but as the pieces fell into place, she smiled. So that's what was going on.

"It's nice to meet you." Yes, this was going to be fun. "And judging by your presence, and the look on your wife's face right now, the two of you will be needing my services...?"

The man nodded.

"Will she be joining us?"

"She likes to watch, actually." He answered at the same time as his wife, who mumbled something along the lines of: "I'm not into girls, not really, just they're so beautiful—!"

Misti stood. "Well, c'mon then." Jenny and James rose to their feet as well. "I think I can promise you two a very interesting night..."

---

Where to start? Back in her room, her standard fee in hand (she didn't have the heart to overcharge the couple), Misti gave it a thinking-over while the two lovebirds waited uncertainly. The way they were acting, this might have been their first time exploring such a sexual arrangement. Still, they clearly knew what they wanted.

"First things first." Misti pointed to Jenny, channeling an air of imperious command. "You. Strip."

"Y-yes ma'am." The girl obediently began to unfasten her clothes, hands shaking slightly. The blush on her face only deepened as her dress slipped from her shoulders, falling to the floor.

Misti took a step forward, cupping a breast in her hand. "Not bad." That was the truth. Jenny gasped under her touch, as well-practiced fingers stroked and teased. "Still, I can see why you came to me. Wanted the best for your husband, didn't you? Things you couldn't provide?"

"Ngh." Jenny bit back a moan.

"You don't have to answer that." Misti pointed to the wall. "On your knees. Over there." She grinned when Jenny scrambled to obey. "You can watch as I undress your husband."

The girl was wide-eyed, almost panting. Misti had felt the way her nipples had stiffened to hard nubs, had seen the goose bumps along the girl's arms. Her face, down to her shoulders, was suffused with pink. Trembling, mouth slightly agape.

It was moments like these that made Misti glad that she'd joined the profession.

"Oh, very nice." His shirt off, Misti could see that the husband wasn't bad looking, either. Not terribly muscular but quite lean. Idly, Misti wondered about what he did for a living.

"Lie down on the bed, darling." She settled down next to him, helping him get his trousers off. "I'll take care of you tonight."

His cock all but sprung free when Misti finally got it out, and if she'd been groping him a bit excessively through the fabric nobody could blame her. Over by the wall, Jenny let out a little gasp. "James," she sighed, voice heavy with lust, "you look so good with her."

Misti bent down, placing a little lick along the man's shaft. Wouldn't do to make him come too early. But, then again, there was something to be said about drawing out the show. And, of course, this thing was going inside of her in a few minutes. A bit of preparation went a long way.

"Good boy." Her mouth engulfed him, teased him, steadied him. Then, before he could lose control, she was up, about to lower herself down. "Everything okay so far?"

He nodded. Misti snuck a glance over at his wife. The little slut actually had her hands between her legs.

"Alright." She was rubbing herself against him, pressing his cock to her entrance. "I'm all yours, babe."

When she finally sank down on his cock, she almost thought that her other client would pass out, but the watching girl kept it together. His hands were on her hips, now, guiding her through the rhythm. Firm hands, not too rough.

"Ohhh yeah." It helped when her clients knew what they were doing. "Am I a good fuck?"

"You are," he managed through a grunt.

"Better than your wife?"

He locked eyes with the woman in the corner, now desperately masturbating.

"Yeah," he said. "Much better than my wife."

Misti shifted her hips, just slightly, letting herself grind on him the way that she'd taken dozens of men in the past. He shuddered as the angle let him get just enough friction to push him over the edge. His wife's frantic jilling hit a peak the moment that he spurted into Misti, cumming deep inside of her. Misti had actually wanted to keep it going just a little more, sneak a few more playful barbs into their conversation. Change of plans; she rode him until he had spent himself, rode him until the very end as Jenny cried out with her own climax, then sank down into the bed at his side. After a few seconds, Jenny joined them.

"That...that was awesome." The young wife seemed dazed, almost euphoric, for all that Misti had hardly even touched her during their night's activities. She kissed her husband, then Misti, and flopped down into their arms. "We'll need to do this again someday."

And they did.

---

"I know just how to use you this time."

Jenny and James couldn't stay away for very long. Looking her up and down, Misti had a pretty good idea how to use little miss "not-into-girls-but-love-watching-them-fuck-my-husband" Jenny.

"Yes ma'am?"

Misti smiled. Even lying back on her bed, she could make Jenny squirm by just looking her over. "You're going to watch your husband as he fucks me," she said blandly, "but first, you'll help me out a little. With your tongue."

"W-what?"

"You heard me. Get up here." Misti gestured towards herself. "You can lick me out so that afterwards I'm ready to take your husband's dick. Will that be too much of a challenge?"

Jenny climbed onto the bed somewhat hesitantly. "I've, I've never been with a woman—"

"Yeah? Then tonight you learn something." She ran her hands through Jenny's hair, not unkindly, and began to lower her face towards her pussy. "Don't worry. I'll let you know if you're not doing it right."

Not all women knew what they were doing, for all the fact that it was another pussy that they were supposed to be worshipping. At the very least, Jenny did a creditable job. Her initial hesitation gave way to a sort of clumsy enthusiasm as the purpose of her task began to sink in.

"Mmm." Misti sighed. "You do a pretty good job for a first-timer. Better than some of the girls here, if I'm honest."

She loved finding new ways to make her client blush deeply.

"In fact, I'm not sure if I should let you go home with your husband," Misti teased. "We could keep you here for a little while. Not as one of the working girls, obviously, that'd cut into profits. But you'd be my own personal stress-relief toy, except when your husband comes back to fuck me, when I'd maybe let you watch. How does that sound?"

James laughed. "If my wife goes missing for too long, it would be such a scandal. But there's no harm, I think, in letting her pick up some new skills now and then." He punctuated these remarks with a fond slap across Jenny's ass, causing her to let out a startled yelp.

Misti chuckled. "See? Your husband likes the idea." She stroked Jenny's cheek. The girl gazed back at her with half-lidded eyes, still dutifully licking as she was told. "I'd love to use you a little while longer, but we shouldn't keep him waiting for too long. Up, girl." The clients got what they paid for, after all.

Jenny scrambled off the bed and to her usual place kneeling at the side of the room, watching eagerly as James advanced to take her place. Biting her lip, one hand drifted automatically to her pussy.

"Oh, and Jenny?" Misti called out to her as she was positioning James's cock to enter her own slick folds. "New rule: hands where I can see them. Above your head."

"But-!"

"Don't make me ask twice," Misti commanded. "You can touch yourself when I say so, not before."

Whining with need, but still obedient, Jenny assumed the ordered position. Not being able to touch herself was pure torture, and she couldn't help but keenly feel that arms-up as she was, it left her completely exposed for her husband's approving glances or Misti's triumphant grin.

"Good girl." Misti turned her attention to James. "Now, you know what to do with that thing—ooh!"

Letting herself wait a bit to build the anticipation was definitely a good idea, and Jenny's help made things go smoothly. On top of that, James had apparently developed some useful experience in bed.

"Y-yeah, that's good." His fingers dug into her buttocks as he hoisted her hips into a better angle. "Oh, fuck! Just like that! Don't you dare stop!"

Her hips rolled and bucked, held steady by her client, as Misti moaned. She wasn't even playing it up as much as she usually did, but if she was, it was in no small part for the trembling girl helplessly watching.

"Right there, yes! Fuck! Oh, f-!" Misti's cries turned to nearly wordless gasps, as she let herself crest the wave. "Ffffuck!"

James made no sign of stopping. It seemed like this time, he was trying to prove his stamina.

"Jenny, darling," Misti called out, voice tinged with a slightly hysterical giggle, "you like what you're seeing?"

Jenny made an affirmative moan.

"You know what to do," Misti encouraged her. "Go ahead and—aaah! Do whatever you want to yourself, babe, just-! Fuck!"

The cock inside of her was thrusting forcefully, but not with such violent abandon as some of her less restrained clients tended to do. "Yeah, just like that. Ah!" Misti fixed James with a roguish grin. "Fuck, babe, cum inside of me. Make your wife watch. Fill me up with your-!"

It was common knowledge that every whore with sense took remedy in the morning, so there was never any danger with intercourse, but she found that the words tended to still have an effect on her more virile male clients, especially when she wrapped her legs around them and held them close. James came inside of her, splattering her insides, and gallantly kept pounding away until he made Misti howl with partly-simulated bliss.

"Gnah..." She gently shoved him off, swatting away his groping hands with a giggle. "Damn, nice going stud. That was crazy."

By the looks of things, Jenny was about to start fucking herself again just watching them lying together in bed. Misti had better ideas.

"C'mere, babe." She beckoned over to the young wife. "I've got another way you can use that tongue..."

---

When Misti heard that there was a couple that specifically asked for her at the door, she had them sent up to her without thinking twice.

"Misti!" Jenny practically bounced forward to give her an excited hug. "How have you been? Are you gonna make me your bitch again tonight?"

Misti had to laugh at the last bit. "You know," she warned, "if we get to be friends, that makes my job just a little bit harder."

"Hmph. That sounds like your problem," Jenny responded coyly. "James says I'm a brat now. Besides, you know, the cuckquean thing."

Misti waved. "Hey James. Come in, come in." She waved the two of them into her room. Jenny started taking her clothes off without being prompted.

"This is almost turning into a habit," she said with a laugh. "Over by the wall again?"

"No." Misti pointed. "On the bed."

That got Jenny to pause. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me."

"But, if you're fucking James-?"

"Trust me."

Confused, Jenny lay down as she was ordered. Misti casually shucked off her clothes and, to Jenny's shock, joined her.

"What-!"

"Shh." Misti settled down on top of the startled young wife, placing a finger on her lips. "You see, I had the best idea the other day."

She could feel her client shift uneasily beneath her, bewildered but trusting. Behind her, James started to remove his own clothing.

"When we fuck, well, when me and your husband fuck," Misti began, "you're usually sitting way over there, right? Close enough to see, but not touch?"

Jenny nodded, still puzzled.

"Ever wanted to be a bit closer?"

Comprehension dawned. "Oh!"

"See, this way," Misti explained, "you get to be part of the action...almost. I mean, I'm still taking his dick. But now," she leaned close, until her warm breath ghosted over Jenny's face, "this whole time? I can show you exactly how it's like. Every time your husband pounds me, every time I take his cock, you'll be riiight here. So close that you can practically feel it." She smiled. "Isn't that nice?"

Jenny's face registered shock and arousal almost too powerful for speech. "J-James?"

Her husband was stepping out of his trousers, climbing up onto the bed. "I thought it'd be a nice surprise."

"Yeah, your husband's in on this," Misti laughed. "He called ahead to set this up. Are you down for this?" She caressed a cheek with tenderness. "Do you need a moment to think it through?"

Jenny took a deep breath. "This...yes, let's do it."

"Do what?"

"W-what?"

"I want to hear you say it."

Jenny groaned, covering her face in her hands. "Aaah, this is embarrassing. I want...I want my husband to fuck you...on top of me." Misti could feel her squirming beneath her. "I-is that good?"

"Perfect." She delivered a quick kiss to Jenny's forehead. "Just one thing to change, though." She tugged on Jenny's wrists until she got her hands clear of her face, then pinned Jenny's arms to the bed spread-eagle. "You can't hide your face, darling," she purred. "You're supposed to watch."

"Oh my fucking gods." Jenny's face was incandescent, sweat trickling down her brow. "Misti, please, if you love me just stop teasing and do it."

"You heard your wife," Misti called over her shoulder. "Let's give her a show, shall we James?"

Jenny felt the weight on the bed shift as her husband lined himself up. "Ready when you are, Misti, Jenny."

"Fuck yes." His cock pressed against her, just barely rubbing against her lips. "Oh, yeah."

When he had gotten himself well-lubricated and finally began to sink it in, Misti gasped as theatrically as she could in Jenny's face. "Oh, Jenny," she moaned, directly into the girl's ear, "your husband's dick is so good."

Her bare skin pressed against the girl, keeping her trapped on the bed, as James began a smooth and steady rhythm. "Fuck, this is nice," Misti sighed. "I love your husband's dick so much, and it's all mine. Mmmm."

Jenny's mouth was agape, her breath coming in shallow pants. As close as they were, Misti could feel the racing of her heart, the way she shuddered as she breathed.

"Nnnngh fuck, Jenny," Misti moaned. "Thank you for letting me borrow your husband...letting him fuck me right in front of you. Fuck, this is good. Keep it up, you powerful stud."

Was she overplaying it? Maybe a little. Not to Jenny, whose thighs were rubbing helplessly together, trying to get some friction.

That was difficult enough, pinioned beneath Misti as she was. Misti might've mischievously let herself lie on top of her just right so as to hinder any self-gratification. Her own legs, especially, worked to hold Jenny still to the point of frustration, even as she kept her back arched for James to take her from behind.

"You love this, don't you," Misti whispered harshly, "love watching the man you love fucking another woman. Say it. Say it, you little whore."

"I l-lo-!" Jenny's voice broke off into a whimper as Misti nibbled along the sensitive side of her neck.

"Say it."

But Jenny was beyond words now. Semi-coherent, her hips struggled to buck into the air, searching for something, anything to distract her.

"You were talking such a big game, too." Misti couldn't help but rub it in. "Such a happy little brat, weren't you? And now you're just coming to pieces right under me." She bit Jenny's ear, drawing out a surprised cry. "So easy. And it's all because you just can't keep from watching, silly girl, because when your husband fucks another woman—"

She wasn't quite sure what happened next. A momentary distraction, but somehow Jenny had gotten her hands loose. And when she'd reared up to capture Misti's lips with her own, arms grabbing her in a wild and desperate embrace, it caught her completely off-guard.

"Oh. Oh, that's nice." Misti could work with this. "Finally figured out how to return a favor, huh? Guess I'm a bad influence on you." She laughed. "No, this is great. Always figured you swung a little that way."

"Misti, please!"

"Okay, okay, fine." She trailed a hand down Jenny's torso, gently tracing a path down to her nethers. "But only because you asked nicely."

It was getting hard to concentrate now, but she held on as long as she could to watch Jenny's reaction when her fingers found their mark. The heel of her hand against her mound, firm strokes as Jenny struggled to grind herself against something. Then below, her fingers dipping inside of her, fucking her pent-up client completely senseless with just one hand.

Not that Misti forgot about James, or was able to, as he delivered a slap to her ass with his next several thrusts. The extra stimulus, the shock as it travelled through her pelvis, and then he went and did it again! Slumping down against Jenny, she cried out, scream-moaning as she came apart, as James pumped his way close to his own climax, as she finger-fucked Jenny to her satisfaction while Jenny's fingers scrabbled against her back. It was like getting hit by a tidal wave that threatened to overwhelm all three of them.

They lay there for some minutes not even speaking, Jenny shaking slightly in the aftermath. James reached up to wipe her face.

"Happy birthday."

She laughed, blinking hard to clear her eyes. "Oh my gods. James, you impossible man, thank you so much." She kissed him hard. "You too, Misti." She pulled her close for a more tender kiss. "Thank you for showing me...well, all of this."

Misti joined James in cuddling his wife. "You're welcome." Misti snickered. "You know, I never would've suspected either of you of being like this, definitely not on that first day we met."

"Not at all?"

"Well, a little bit," Misti conceded. "There was obviously some reason that you'd be loitering in this den of sin."

James smiled. "You know," he said, "Jenny and I were talking, before we came here. Since we've had this arrangement, well, why not make it a long-term thing?"