Stealing the Show (PolyAm Fam #3)

Chapter 5

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raine

I didn’t know if I wanted Maggie to be my big sister or my lover at this point. I was crushing on her for sure, but part of it was this big sis vibe she had going on. She was so unafraid to be herself, giving zero fucks what anyone thought of her. Was it her age or her profession? Or the fact that she was unapologetically bi and poly?

She was beautiful inside and out, with her wispy honey-colored hair that framed her heart-shaped face, and her wide, expressive eyes that were the color of a misty mountain lake. She had a lovely pear shape, so curvy and womanly, and I couldn’t help but remember what her voluptuous ass felt like when I grabbed it on the dance floor.

She was completely different than any woman I’d dated before, and I couldn’t help but wonder what that might translate to in the bedroom. So, naturally, when she invited me back to her house after our meal, I enthusiastically accepted.

I followed her down a tree-lined boulevard in one of the nicest neighborhoods in Bloomington and parked behind her sleek silver SUV. I was having such a delightful evening, I’d almost forgotten about the threatening email I received from the Costume Czar yesterday.

I’d scoured my entire apartment, plus my office I shared with another graduate student, and the costume lab in the basement of the theater. No gold and pearl art deco jewelry set anywhere, and no one I asked about it had a single clue where it might be.

Did I really have to come up with twelve grand? And if so…how the fuck would I do that?

“You okay?” Maggie stood in the garage, beckoning me toward her. She opened the door to the house and gestured me inside.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” I smiled, but as soon as I took another step, an assault of high-pitched barking hit my ears, and a furry little demon made a beeline to my knees.

“Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!” the fluffy dog protested my being in his space. He had curly caramel-colored fur with white patches on his chin and chest.

“Blue!” Maggie shrieked, the first time I’d ever heard her voice rise to such a loud volume. “Get down! C’mon, leave Raine alone. Sit!”

The fluffy terror expertly ignored her, bounding on its hind legs as though he could generate enough momentum to spring up into my face. I’d never seen such a tenacious beast.

“You’re not a dog person?” she inquired as she reached down and snatched him away from me after her commands failed.

I held my hands out in front of me to protect myself as he tried to squirm out of her arms to get to me. “Uh…just haven’t been around one for a while,” I admitted.

My dad was the dog person in our family. He had two chunky bulldogs who were too lazy to jump up to greet guests, but he took them with him when he and Mom divorced. I had no idea if those dogs were still alive or not.

“I’m so sorry about Blue. He is so fucking much. He failed out of obedience school. You’d think a cop would have a better trained dog, but nope!”

I laughed. “I’m sure he’ll get used to me.”

She smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

Oh. Right. That did make it sound like I planned to be around. Well…if the rest of the night went as well as the first part, there was a good chance I would be.

Maybe Maggie could take my mind off this bullshit I was dealing with at school right now.

“How about some wine?” She set Blue in front of his food dishes, which were there in the mudroom where we entered. Then she swept into the kitchen, apparently expecting me to follow her.

Their kitchen was a dream. Sleek, modern stainless-steel appliances and gorgeous black granite countertops. The cabinets were a light gray, and the light fixtures were so cool. I wanted a kitchen like this someday when I grew up.

“Wine is fine.” I giggled as I took a seat at a barstool at the counter while she pulled a bottle of wine out of the fridge.

“Chardonnay okay?” She winked at me before pulling down two stemless wine glasses from a cabinet near the sink.

“Sure, sounds good.”

She handed me one glass and then called over her shoulder as she left the room, “Follow me.”

We entered her living room, which was almost open to the kitchen save for two thick support columns holding up the second floor above us. A gray leather sectional centered the room with an enormous custom-built bookcase and entertainment center against the opposite wall, and the other wall was made up of windows. The outdoor lights illuminated what looked like an amazing deck…and was that a hot tub I spied?

“Make yourself comfortable.” She took a seat in the middle of the sectional and patted the space next to her. “Unless you don’t want to be so close…”

“Oh, I do,” I assured her, lowering myself onto the buttery soft leather cushion. “Wow, these are so comfortable.”

“Thanks, Leo has great taste.” She grinned and took a sip of her wine before placing it on the glass-topped coffee table in front of her.

“So he’s working tonight?” I confirmed.

“Yes, he usually gets off around midnight when he’s on second shift.”

“Gotcha. It must be hard to keep track of his schedule.”

“It is.” She sighed and put her arm around the back of the sofa, not far from my shoulders. “Some weeks, we’re both so busy, I hardly see him. That’s another reason it helps to have other partners. Otherwise, I might feel like a single dog mama, you know?”

I smiled. I wondered about our earlier conversation—she mentioned something about trying to have kids, but they couldn’t. Did that mean they intended to stay childless? Or they were looking into other options? Just glancing around their house…it didn’t look particularly child-friendly.

How did children work with polyamorous couples, anyway? I’d been meaning to ask Danielle about that… Like, who was going to be listed as the father on the birth certificate? Even though we were close friends, it felt too nosy to ask.

After the long pause, Maggie reached down and grabbed her wine glass again, draining it in one gulp. Then she turned her whole body to me, leaning toward me with a playful smile on her face. “I’m a little out of practice, so please forgive me, but I really want to kiss you, Raine.”

I gulped. Her forwardness was unexpected, but very much welcomed. “O-okay,” I stammered. “I’d like that.”

We locked eyes then, and her hand reached out to brush her fingertips across my cheek as she leaned closer to me. My senses were filled with her exotic floral perfume as she inched toward me, the slightest flutter of her lips against mine sending a shockwave through my system. When I moaned, she grasped my face in her hands, angling her mouth to cover mine as she gently nibbled on my lips.

It was so delicate, so sensuous… I’d never been kissed so tenderly before. This was a woman who was accomplished at everything she did in life, from her house to her marriage to her job to the way she kissed. It was overwhelming to be in her presence, to soak up her easy sophistication, her gracious but classy style and her generous touch.

“Your lips are so soft,” she murmured against my neck as she made a trail from my ear to the top of my chest, which was heaving under her roving fingertips. “Can I take your shirt off?”

This lady was not messing around. But I was down…so down. I groaned my approval, and she undid the tie at the back, loosing the lacings of the corset-style peasant blouse. She pulled back long enough to lift it over my head, leaving my rock-hard nipples pressing against the soft peach lace of my bra.

“Exquisite,” she declared as she ran her fingers over the tops of my mounds, eliciting goose bumps down my arms. “So creamy…so perfect… I want to see those beautiful nipples.”

“Uh…okay…” I started to reach behind to unfasten my bra, but she gently stopped me.

“I’ll do it.” A wicked smile curled her lips as she used one hand to deftly release the hooks in the back. The lace fell away, and she carefully set the bra aside with my blouse.

Male partners were often rushed, in such a frenzy to get to the point of Insert Tab A in Slot B, they glossed over the breasts. They might give my nipples a tug or a lick, but there was no urgency right now in Maggie’s touch. She tenderly cupped one breast and lowered her mouth to it, teasing my nipple into an even tighter point than I realized was possible.

I closed my eyes, arousal rocketing through me as her mouth closed around the tight bud, sucking it between her teeth and swirling her tongue around it again and again. I was going to lose my mind if she kept this up. She cupped the other breast with her right hand and squeezed them both together, moaning at my beautiful cleavage.

“Your breasts are absolute masterpieces.” She gave the other nipple its due with her mouth while she continued to tease and torment the one she had already suckled with her fingers. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, and I was still wearing my shorts. If she kept playing with my nipples, I might explode right here on the sofa before she even got to my pussy.

I’d never done that before. I’d never come without my clit being touched.

“I want to touch you too,” I blurted out.

“You will…” she promised, but instead of allowing me the chance, she slid off the sofa and between my thighs. “I’m going to take off your shorts now.”

“Oh…okay…” My voice was more breath than sound as she reached for the button and zipper, then slowly slid them down my legs. They got folded neatly into the pile with my other clothes.

“Panties too.” She tugged them down my thighs. “Lift that sexy ass, babe.”

I complied, and soon my panties were joining the rest of the clothes. “I don’t want to get anything on your sofa…”

“Are you a squirter?” Her face was filled with hope.

“Uh…well, no, not that I know of, but…”

“Lots of cream?” She licked her lips. “Just a sec. I’ll run and get a towel.”

She stood up and headed down a hallway, and I just sat there for a moment, feeling the soft leather against my bum. My thighs were trembling, and I was tempted to see how wet she’d already made me, but before I could, a door opened somewhere on the other side of the house, and the dog started to bark. Then a door closed.

I sat there listening, my heart racing. What was Maggie doing?

“Oh!” I jumped up, naked as the day I was born, just as heavy footsteps sounded on the hardwood floors.

I whipped around and froze.

Leo was standing there in his police officer uniform, a thick gun belt around his waist and heavy boots on his feet. And when his eyes met mine, they trailed down my body and back up again like he had no intention of averting his gaze.

“Looks like I interrupted something.” The smirk on his face was priceless, and I was so caught off-guard, my limbs refused to move.

Then Maggie reappeared with a stack of towels.

As my limbs finally unlocked, I reached for my clothes, but in my clumsy discombobulation, I knocked the neatly folded pile to the floor.

“Don’t get dressed on my account,” Leo’s voice boomed along with a hearty chuckle. “This is the best thing I’ve seen all day.”

Maggie tossed the towels in a heap on the sofa. “Well, I doubt you saw anything good at work. Why are you home so early?”

“I forgot my handcuffs.” He was grinning ear to ear. Why did I get the impression he didn’t actually forget anything, he just wanted to stop by and check up on Maggie and me?

“I was about to have dessert,” Maggie complained, smacking Leo on the arm.

“Well, don’t change your plans on my account…” He stepped further into the living room, making it clear he intended to watch.

I had already grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around myself.

“Oh, now that’s a pity,” Leo said, “covering up that beautiful body. Seriously, I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys. I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“Hey, I got game,” Maggie defended herself. “Raine, I’m so sorry. I can take a raincheck on playtime if you’d like…”

The way Leo’s face fell intrigued me. He really wanted to watch, didn’t he?

I wasn’t an actress, and though I did some stage work in my teens, I hadn’t performed in a long time. However, in this moment, the thought of putting on a show for Leo was rather…tantalizing.

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“You can stay,” Raine said, spreading out a towel on the middle cushion of the sofa.

“Oh. I…uh… Maggie?” My eyes rocketed over to where my wife was standing with a shocked expression on her face.

“Raine, are you sure?” she took over the conversation. “I’m sure Leo needs to get back to work.”

“Well, I have a few minutes. No one will miss me.” I looked from one woman to the other. “But I will definitely go if either of you feels uncomfortable with me being here. I know this is your first time, and I?—”

“I want you to watch,” Raine declared. “It’ll be hot. I’m down. Maggie, you okay with that?”

Maggie and I had both watched each other with other partners, and it definitely was hot. A thrill raced through me as I took a seat in the armchair across from the sofa. “Pretend I’m just a fly on the wall.” I settled back, excited to see where this went.

“As you wish.” Maggie moved into position between Raine’s thighs. “Let’s take it back a few steps, okay?”

I couldn’t see Maggie’s face, but I did see Raine’s lips curl into a smile as she nodded in agreement. I wondered if the twenty-something-year-old had ever done anything like this before.

As my wife tenderly took her face into her hands and claimed her lips, my cock sprang to life in my uniform pants. They were already tight, but with my erection pressing against the zipper, it was uncomfortable. As quietly as I could, I undid the fastener at the top and slid the zipper down to relieve some of the pressure.

Raine let out a sultry moan as Maggie worked her way down her neck and chest, kissing, sucking and biting along the way. God, watching two beautiful women make love was one of my favorite things in life. It just didn’t get any better—unless those two beautiful women were also making love to me.

I might be getting ahead of myself…

I spread my legs, giving my manhood a bit more room as Maggie played with Raine’s breasts. The younger woman’s back was arched in pleasure, her mouth gaping open as soft gasps and winces escaped from her throat. If Maggie’s oral talents were as effective on women as they were on me—and I had every confidence they were—Raine was in for quite a treat.

“That’s it, good girl,” Maggie softly praised as she slid down Raine’s body, spreading her thick thighs further.

My cock began to ache and drip with need as Maggie pressed gentle kisses and licks to Raine’s mound and inner thighs. Raine’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the edges of the towel spread under her to collect any mess she might make. I wondered if she was a squirter. We were in for a treat if that were the case!

Maggie used her fingertips to spread Raine’s pussy lips and reveal her swollen bud. “Can I nibble on your clit, or are you too sensitive?”

“You can…gently at first please,” came out in a rasp.

“And penetration? With my tongue? With my fingers?” she checked.

Raine sighed as my wife’s finger circled her clit. “Both are fine.”

Oh, god, I was really starting to get uncomfortable now. The ache had spread to my balls, and every cell in my body was begging me to take my cock into my hand. I lifted it out of my boxer briefs and winced when the air hit it. I needed more, so much more. I hoped Maggie would let me fuck her when she was done with Raine. How was I supposed to go back to work like this?

“Mmmm…” Maggie moaned as her tongue swiped through Raine’s folds. “You taste so sweet, so fucking delicious, I could eat this cunt all night.”

Raine groaned in response, then gasped as one of Maggie’s fingers slipped inside her.

Maggie lifted her head from Raine’s mound. “Can I touch your ass?”

“I guess so.” Raine’s thighs looked like they were trembling now as Maggie added another finger to her hole and then lowered to tease her back entrance.

Raine’s eyes popped open when Maggie made contact with her asshole. Those lovely cat eyes snapped to mine. My hand was wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking it from base to tip, and when she noticed, her eyes hooded with lust.

“He’s touching himself,” she told Maggie, but her eyes never left mine.

“He can’t help it,” my wife defended me. “You look so fucking hot all splayed open like this, your beautiful breasts bouncing and your hands fisting the towel as you writhe against my mouth and fingers. Now, I need to get back to work. I wanna make you come on my face, Raine. I want to taste all your juices, lick up every last drop. Let Leo stroke his cock while he watches me make you come, okay?”

“Okay…” She bit her bottom lip as Maggie’s tongue darted out to collect a taste of her nectar.

Then my wife went to work, moving her mouth, tongue, and fingers in perfect rhythm as she brought Raine closer and closer to the edge. I got to witness the younger woman falling apart, her body clenching and hips rocking against Maggie’s face as she expertly drew her climax from deep within her core.

“Fuuuuuck!” Raine shouted, bucking wildly as my wife fucked her with two fingers and licked up the fluids flying out of her pussy. “Oh my god, what the fuck?”

I watched the torment on her face cross over into surprise and then bliss as she coated my wife’s entire face with a gush of juices, which Maggie happily lapped up. It was too much for me to endure. My orgasm shot through me before I could stop it, cum erupting from the crown of my cock and flying everywhere.

Maggie rocked back on her knees. “I should get credit for both of those,” she proclaimed with a proud smirk on her lips.