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Ernest let his hand fall on the door handle with a thud. He sighed, other hand pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to rid himself of the throb inside his head. It had been an abnormally long few days, each on gradually spiraling into another equally-if-not more grey hair worthy set of events.
Work had consumed him, mind and body and sometimes it felt like his soul was roped in. Late hours, not enough time home. He had been neglecting his duties as a husband.
The doctor opened the door, retrieving his keys from the lock before dropping them down into the bowl they kept in the hallway. His shoes were quickly kicked off and placed neatly under the coatrack.
"Ladies?" He called into the large mansion. He was responded to by a loud yell, not directed at him—for once.
He dragged his feet a little quicker up the stairs to where the yelling was, the sound growing as he approached the open door of their shared bedroom suite.
"You seriously can't even follow simple instructions?" Helen berated, glasses taken off and clutched in the palm of her hand a little too tightly, that was never a good sign. Something else was gripped in the other hand.
"What—" Ernest began to try and asses the situation.
"So what, Helen? You get to touch yourself whenever but the moment I do all—all hell breaks loose?" Madeline pulled the sheet tighter over her lap, shielding her barely there mint baby doll from view.
Oh. That's what this was about.
Since Ernest's work life had picked up pace again, their closer, more personal lives had been on hold. Helen had made a pact with him and Madeline: no one was allowed to come by themselves.
Admittedly it was a stupid rule, but Madeline's competitive spirit had gotten the best of her and she jumped to the challenge.
Ernest agreed only since it was his fault the conversation was being brought up in the first place.
Apparently Madeline had broken first, caught red handed in the act.
"Helen! Give it back!" Madeline pouted, turning to her husband with her bottom lip wobbling.
"Ernie! Helen won't give it back!" She griped.
"Give what back?" Ernest stepped farther into the room to try and see what was in Helen's vice grasp. It was moving.
"You don't deserve it back, brat!" Helen's tone was matter-a-fact. She waved the thing in her hand like a trophy, teasing Madeline.
It was her fucking hand. Ernest barely refrained from screaming, still getting used to both the women's.. what was the word? Conditions?
"Ow! She pinched me!" Helen yelped, dropping the severed appendage onto the bedspread with a weak toss. It crawled back toward Madeline where she picked it up and returned it onto her wrist which was previously covered by the blanket.
"Serves you right, bitch." Madeline barely refrained from sticking out her tongue.
"I'll snatch that tongue out too!" Helen lunged for Madeline, she shrieked and tugged down Ernest as a human shield.
"Ladies! Jesus—there can be a non-violent alternative!" Madeline ducked under the blanket.
"You've tried murder, it doesn't work!" He rolled his eyes, dragging Helen off a screaming Madeline. "Try it again!" Madeline squeaked.
"Then you, doctor-fix-it-all, please enlighten us." Helen smoothed down her hair and fixed her shirt that had twisted in her attack.
Madeline popped up her head from the blanket like a turtle. Ernest looked from Madeline, to Helen, to his feet. And shrugged his shoulders.
"Damnit Sherlock, you've cracked the case yet again." Helen mumbled, putting her glasses back on.
"Hey, I'm at least trying." The doctor huffed. Madeline giggled from the bed and both him and Helen snapped their attention to her, the smirk faded away instantly.
"What she needs is a good, strong punishment." Helen suggested, crossing her arms. Madeline's brow raised slightly.
"Should have her write an essay." Ernest jokingly said, a look of horror flashed across Madeline's face.
Madeline began to plead, muttering and mumbling about how it was unfair that she was being punished for something idiotic.
"I wish sometimes you would just shut up." Helen groaned. Her head snapped back up, eyes wide.
"Be right back."
The ball-gag was a beautiful shade of baby pink, pairing nicely with Madeline's lips.
"How's that?" Helen's tone softened a bit, checking in. Madeline nodded, eyes wide and pupils dilated.
Ernest took off his tie, a standard black cotton number, and bound Madeline's wrists behind her back.
"Wiggle your arms for me, baby." His breath tickled the back of her neck. She moved her wrists, still comfortable but restrained.
"Good. Now, you aren't allowed to move." Helen stepped off the bed, leaving Madeline kneeling by the headboard, blanket pulled away to leave her in just a thin nightgown that barely brushed the tips of her thighs.
Madeline whined around the gag, brows furrowing. "Nuh uh, you brought this upon yourself."
Ernest kissed her freckled shoulder before meeting Helen at the foot of the bed, kissing her softly before they turned, staring in awe at their wife.
"Isn't she so beautiful like this." He took in the rise and fall of her chest, the blonde curls pinned up in a messy bun so tendrils fell wherever they pleased.
Helen and him admired Madeline for a minute, letting silence linger as their eyes roamed her body.
Madeline pressed her thighs together, trying to alleviate the growing pressure between them. Helen caught this movement and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Spread them." Madeline had a look of defiance in her sapphire eyes. Ernest raised a brow.
"I won't ask again." Helen marched over and with a low growl, pushed Madeline's legs back apart slightly. "Sluts like you aren't allowed to make themselves feel good."
The blonde groaned at the words, eyes fluttering shut as Helen's fingers ghosted the inside of her thigh.
"Behave and you will be alright." Ernest loved playing the voice of reason, a steady and sturdy support to fall back on.
Helen returned to the foot of the bed, looping her arms around Ernest's neck, she pulled him down and met their lips together.
He groaned, holding her body close and smoothing down to roughly grab her ass through her yoga pants.
Madeline watched intently, not missing a single detail.
Helen pushed him down onto the bed, lazily laying on top of him, never breaking their kiss.
The blonde groaned, watching from the bed. She was mesmerized by the way Helen started undoing each button of his crisp linnet shirt, how Ernest's large hands slid up her graphic tee to palm the soft skin of her waist.
The noise caught their attention, both heads turning. "You have to show us you'll be good." Helen slid down his body, reaching his belt. "Then, you'll get to play."
Ernest flipped their positions, pinning Helen under him. She gasped at the show of strength, but it quickly turned to a moan as his lips peppered her neck with kisses.
Helen pushed him back a second to finally rid herself of the shirt. Her bra was basic, not as extravagant or lacy as Madeline's collection, but that wasn't the main event.
He mouthed his way down south to her collar bone, biting and sucking and devouring her. Madeline watched with baited breath as he undid the clasp of her bra, helping her remove it and toss it aside.
The moment rosy pink nipples hit the air they pebbled with interest, Ernest cupped both heavy mounds, marveling at their weight and softness.
"Mmph." Madeline protested as Ernest licked the peaks, Helen looked over and smirked. "You like the way he sucks on them?"
Madeline nodded slowly, a small drop of drool falling from the gag. Ernest latched his mouth to Helen's nipple, she threw her head back onto the mattress a few feet away from Madeline.
"Oh fuck.." She sighed, feeling content and happy. Ernest sucked on her nipple until it was puffy, tender almost.
He released it with an obscenely loud, wet pop, before switching to the other. Helen quickly undid the rest of the buttons to his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.
Ernest stood up straight and removed his undershirt, then bent back down to kiss her, groaning as their chests touched and skin met skin.
"Helen," He kissed down her body once more, paying reverence to her midsection and the lack thereof.
Helen shifted her hips, letting her yoga pants and underwear be taken down in a solid, fluid motion. "See how wet she is?" Ernest groaned, nipping at her plush thigh. Madeline's eyes were glassy, infatuated with the erotic sight in front of her.
She'd often tease him, saying only her skilled hands could make—and he quotes—'that kitty purr.' He set off to show his wife this was far from the truth.
He spread her labia softly, marveling at the succulent feast in front of him. Ernest kissed the tuft of dark hair neatly trimmed on her mound, then each thigh.
Helen whined, soft and long, as his wet tongue licked a solid stripe from her entrance to her clit. His large hands came around under her thighs, pulling her closer.
"There, right there." She sighed, grabbing his short brown hair in a vice grip. He hissed at the pleasurable pain, the vibrations causing another sweet sounds to fall from the author's lips.
He found her clit, using his tongue he flicked the bud in a zigzag motion, testing out a few rhythms until one drew out a loud gasp.
The three of them preferred different types of sex. Madeline loved the pleasurable ache of a slow, long fuck that left her sore.
Helen always enjoyed firmness, but much rather had a softer, gentle approach, a sort of body worship.
Ernest always craved multiple, quick rounds, something that always got his heart beating.
The three developed a system, giving the other equal parts of what they wanted, and something themselves personally craved.
Helen let her gaze drifting from between her legs to meet Madeline's eyes, jaw slack with soft pants. She cupped her own breast with her free hand, rolling a nipple between her fingers.
Madeline moaned, muffled through the gag. Helen could practically see the arousal dripping down her thighs, the barely there thong soaked.
"Ernest, oh god—" Helen's eyes rolled back, eventually fluttering shut. The wet sound of Ernest's mouth attached to Helen's pussy filled the air.
"You're gonna make m—me come," Helen almost whispered into the room, Madeline could imagine the faint tint of blush coloring her cheeks.
An obscene squelch caught Madeline's ears, she craned her neck to see Ernest softly pumping two of his long, thick fingers into Helen, curling them.
For a woman so obsessed with words, they sure seemed hard. Helen gasped, babbling like a fool as she neared her climax.
Madeline's hips twitched forward into the air, she groaned, drool falling from the gag. Helen opened her eyes once more.
"Ah—yeah, right th—oh!" Helen felt the tension inside burst, a stunned silence washing over her. Ernest eased her through her orgasm, slowing his pace and removing his mouth from her clit as to not overstimulate her.
"That's it, come for me." His voice was raspy, lips glistening and swollen. His fingers eventually slowed to a snails pace, gentle thrusts until she pushed on his head.
Ernest pulled out with care, once more kissing each thigh before sucking Helen's release off his fingers. Madeline whined, Ernest shot her a smirk before bending down and kissing Helen tenderly.
The soft moments like this with Ernest made Helen feel a sense of nostalgia, the scent of his cologne and aftershave he hasn't changed in the years they've known each other, the rough sensation of his palm as he caressed her face.
"Was that good?" He said softly, "Yeah, so good." Helen kissed him again. Madeline interrupted the tender moment with a groan, straining against her bind.
"I think she was good. Don't you?" Ernest gazed over at his wife, noting the rapid rise and fall of her chest, nipples pert and straining through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
Helen sighed, much more pliant after her orgasm. "She was good." Madeline smiled, making a muffled sound of excitement.
"Help her to the floor, please." Helen stood on shaky limbs. Ernest sprang to Madeline, quickly helping her up but not undoing her tie. She was guided to the floor, "Kneel, sweet girl." Helen laid stomach down on the bed behind Madeline, pushing on her hips to guide.
Madeline hesitated, but eventually sank down onto the plush carpet. Helen checked her tie from the back, making sure it was still loose enough. "You okay?" She whispered to the blonde, Madeline turned her head and nodded, giving a thumbs up behind her back.
Ernest carefully undid the clasp to her gag, removing it and watching a long strand of saliva hang as it was pulled away and tossed aside. Madeline flexed her jaw, but made no comment, learning her lesson.
"There's our baby." Ernest caressed her face, she nuzzled into his touch, sighing at the contact of his warm skin. "Can you do something for Mommy, baby?" Helen lazily toyed with Madeline's blonde locks from behind.
"Anything." She whispered, voice hoarse. Helen smiled, "Good girl." The blonde moaned, Ernest shushed her. "I want you to suck Daddy's cock, nice and good." Ernest's eyes went wide at the thought as he undid his belt, then the button and fly of his pants.
"Can you do that? Show us you'll behave?" Helen's voice was dripping with sex, she sat up, swinging her legs around and Madeline let head fall back onto her, looking up at him still. "Yeah."
"Yeah, what?"
"Yes, Mommy, ill behave." She repeated again, Helen patted her cheek. Ernest let his pants drop, followed by his boxers so they tangled around his ankles.
His cock bobbed up, the tip glistening with precome. Madeline leaned in, kissed the head, before taking it inside her mouth. "That's it. "Ernest grabbed a hold of her hair, groaning as her tongue laved on the underside.
Helen pressed her head farther in, she hollowed her cheeks out, a muffled moan leaving her throat. "Fuck, you're so good at that." Helen wound her way into Madeline's hair too, gripping the roots.
Still deeper she was pushed, until the tip of his cock brushed the back of her tongue. Madeline gagged, tears welling in her eyes. "Hold it, relax your throat."
Madeline looked up at him, a beautiful, choking mess. Helen's hand tightened in her hair painfully, messing up once pristine blonde curls.
"Oh you love having your face fucked like this, don't you?" Helen pushed her deeper still.
Madeline gagged, louder this time, fat tears rolling down her cheeks and smudging her makeup. She moaned around his cock, saliva dripping down her chin, she wasn't allowed to suck.
Not yet.
"Pretty girl needs to be stuffed full of something." Ernest groaned, rolling his hips just to hear her sputter.
Her nose brushed his pelvis, spit fell from her lips, dripping down her chin. Ernest eased out slowly, then pistoned back inside.
Helen let go of Madeline's head and instead gently massaged her shoulders, nails scratching down her spine.
Ernest groaned freely, head tipped back in bliss. "So good at this."
"All that head from her career really does pay off, huh?" Helen snickered, Madeline made a low almost growling noise, but quickly stopped as his cock once again hit the back of her throat.
Her mascara had started to run, tears dropping down to the floor, but she never asked to stop.
He fucked her face slowly, "Gonna come all in your mouth." Ernest's jaw was tight, teeth grinding together.
"You're to swallow it." Helen leaned down and kissed Madeline's shoulder. Her head was moving now, bobbing and sucking along the length of him. "Tell him you want this." She whispered.
Madeline pulled back, gasping. "I want you to come in my mouth, Daddy, please." She begged, Ernest groaned again as his cock was taken back inside her wet mouth.
She sucked vigorously, Ernest knew about how Madeline always loved to have something in her mouth, whether that be a lollipop with the stick chewed on, or his cock.
"Oh shit," Ernest paused, pulling back from her throat so she could hollow out her cheeks. "Fuck!" He moaned, long white ropes filled Madeline's mouth, the salty sweet taste invading her senses, making her head spin.
She swallowed, licking up any extra as he pulled out slowly. He rested his softening cock on the bridge of her nose and forehead, pulsing and warm. She kissed the underside of it.
"Stick out your tongue." Helen craned her neck around. Madeline did as she was asked, lagging her mouth open freely. "Good girl." Ernest praised her.
"Such a sweet whore." Helen sighed, pulling Madeline upright. She stretched her legs, dead joints borderline creaking.
She undid the tie, tossing it away and letting it land wherever. Madeline rolled her wrists, turning to Helen.
She kissed each one, thumbs soothing and soft over her forearms. "You're doing so well," Helen smiled warmly, slowly tugging off Madeline's nightgown.
The blonde had the nerve to look shy, averting her gaze. Ernest came behind her and cupped her breasts, her neck craned up to kiss his chin.
Helen scooted back on the bed, inviting Madeline to climb on top of her and straddle her lap.
"My sweet baby," She cooed, Madeline's thong was soon slid down, tossed away, it was drenched.
"Look at how wet you are," Helen flexed her thigh so Madeline could slowly grind back and forth. "Does watching us get you excited?"
"Yes, it does, Mommy." Madeline was pliant in her hands, moaning as her hips rocked on her thigh. Ernest crawled on the bed and sat behind Helen, holding to her his chest.
Madeline humped Helen's thigh messily, hugged onto her front and shaking. Her lips found one of Helen's nipples, still puffy from Ernest, and sucked on it greedily.
"So pretty," Ernest sighed, resting his chin on Helen's shoulder. Helen smiled down at Madeline, hands moving her hips faster.
"Mmph—mfph—" She moaned into Helen's breast, teeth lightly nipping. She was so turned on, the heat speeding through her body felt like molten lava.
"You gonna come so soon?" Helen teased her, but pushed her thigh farther into Madeline's soaked pussy. Her wetness had dripped down to the bed. "Mhm—"
Ernest watched as his wife tensed up, mouth dropping open and a cry of pleasure escape from deep within her chest.
Her hips bucked wildly, chasing her orgasmic high until it became to much and she stopped, collapsing onto Helen's chest with a sigh.
Helen rubbed her back tenderly, smoothing down to the skin of her ass and squeezing possessively. "Oh, baby." Helen sighed.
"Please," Madeline whimpered, eyes glassy and makeup smudged. She had never looked more beautiful.
"You want Daddy's cock?" Helen took on an almost patronizing tone. Madeline nodded rapidly, a little to hard, Helen was worried about her neck popping off then and there.
"Words."
"Please, I want both of you." Her voice was meek, small. Helen smiled approvingly, she scooted Madeline off her and lay herself down into the pillows.
Madeline climbed on top of her, propped up on her own hands, their breasts pressed together. Ernest got into position behind them, Helen spread her legs to accommodate his body.
"You've been so good." Helen reminded her, "Keep it up."
Madeline's head dropped to Helen's forehead, resting there as her husband slowly entered her, stretching her walls.
"Oh—fuck.." The blonde whined, back arching. "I know baby, but stay still." Helen kissed her nose, "You're just our plaything for the night."
Ernest groaned, the front of his thighs pressed against Madeline's ass. Helen's hands settled on her hips once more.
Her body was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, shaking and buzzing with the after shocks.
His cock was nice and thick, hitting her sweet spots perfectly. Ernest pinched out, leaving the flared tip to stretch her pussy, then thrust back in.
Madeline cried out, falling onto Helen's body and clutching her shoulders tightly. The air was knocked from Helen's dead lungs in a woosh.
"Ah—mmm'god!" She moaned, directly into Helen's ear. She savored the sound, musical almost.
The slow pace Ernest set was perfect for her, long, hard thrusts so their skin clapped together loudly.
"Maddie, so goddamn tight." He groaned, kissing her spine. Helen let go of her hips and instead grabbed onto Madeline's ass, spreading her cheeks wide.
"Is this what you wanted, princess?" Helen cooed into the blondes ear, "Daddy fucking you so hard while Mommy holds you?"
Another hard thrust caused Madeline to quiver, eyes rolled back. "Yes! Yes—I—oh!"
Helen hummed her approval, scraping her nails down Madeline's back. Ernest picked up the pace a bit, eyes completely shut and a look of bliss softening his features.
"Oh harder, harder—please." Madeline somehow remembered her manners, her husband obliged and satisfied the request, gripping onto her hips and using them as leverage.
The slick sound of her pussy filled the room, the slap of skin meeting skin music to their ears.
Helen slid a hand underneath Madeline, fingers finding her swollen clit and softly rubbing it in time with Ernest's thrusts.
Madeline made a choking sound, body reacting to the onslaught of pleasure faster than she could comprehend.
"Mm—yeah—ohh!" She babbled nonsensically. Ernest grunted again, feeling his own peak approach quickly.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come again." He panted, sweat forming in little drops down his forehead and nose. His brow furrowed, jaw tight as he staved off his orgasm.
"I want our girl to come first." Helen smiled, kissing Madeline's cheek. The blonde let out a wanton cry, a tear rolling down her face.
"Come on, come for us." Helen coaxed, fingers rubbing faster over her clit. Madeline's body seemed to responded almost immediately, going ridged.
"Ah—I'm—" A long moan bubbled up, cutting off her own voice. She clenched hard, her walls squeezing Ernest's cock rhythmically.
"That's it." Helen sighed, still working to draw out her pleasure. Madeline's body quickly grew too sensitive, attempting to squirm away from her husbands deep thrusts and her wife's nimble fingers.
Ernest sped up, now free to chase his own orgasm. Madeline bordered on screaming, the drag of his length along her walls too much to handle.
Helen whispered sweet nothings into to her ear, cooing and praising and applauding on Madeline's performance tonight.
"Fuck!" Ernest groaned, the sound turning to something of exhaustion as he delivered a few more weak thrusts.
His come filled Madeline's pussy, hot and pulsing and beautiful. The sensation of his release mixed with Helen's perfectly timed fingers caused the blonde to roll into a second orgasm, gasping loudly and blubbering.
Ernest buried himself deep, delivering one last spurt before slumping over a bit. Helen pulled her hand away from Madeline's over sensitive body, opting to hold her instead as she shook and twitched.
Drool had formed on her lips, eyes shut and body going limp in Helen's arms. Ernest pulled out slowly, hands soothing and petting down her spine.
His release dripped out of her as her used pussy clenched once more, dribbling over onto Helen's leg and the bedsheets.
The bed squeaked, Ernest got up on shaking limbs to the connected bathroom, gathering a warm, wet rag. He came back and began cleaning the women off, dabbing and avoiding the sensitive areas of Madeline's body.
After the cloth was discarded, Ernest climbed into bed and Helen shifted slightly so Madeline was wedged between them, still too fucked out to form words.
Madeline was bone tired, her body aching and tingling. She tried croaking out something that sounded like a mix of Helen and Ernest's names, but they shushed her.
"We've got you." Helen kissed her forehead.
"You did so, so well." Ernest pulled up the sheet.
Madeline snuggled into both of them, feeling seated and happy and safe. She sighed, the noise bringing a smile to her husband and wife.
Maybe she should break the rules more often, this was fun.