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“We received a noise complaint,” she announced, giving no indication that she was talking to someone who’s dick was hanging out right in front of her, her voice pure Robbery-Homicide. Only Patrick could feel her eyes from behind those mirrored frames, wondering how much of the wetness on his prick had come from her partner. “Are you fucking your wife to multiple screaming orgasms again? Because you know the neighbors can’t stand that.”

“Yes, I’m really sorry about that, officer,” Patrick deadpanned. “I told her to keep quiet, but she just doesn’t listen.”

“I could let you off with a warning, but I’ll have to know this won’t happen again.”

Patrick fought a grin, realizing he was speaking to Syd in a politicking voice—all logic and sincerity. “I can promise you, I’ll be taking steps to make sure Nancy isn’t such a loud whore from here on out. I intend to discipline her severely.”

“I’ll have to see that for myself,” Syd told him.

“By all means, officer,” Patrick said, opening the door to let Syd right inside.

“I hope you’re not going to be too hard on her,” Syd said on her way in. She lowered her sunglasses to give Patrick a look that was actually kittenish, at least in comparison to how hardassed she usually was. “I’m sure your wife can’t help what a slut she is, given that she is a spicy Latina cunt.”

Nancy jerked her head up, giving Syd an unamused look.

“Hey, that’s my wife you’re talking about,” Patrick said, to Syd’s wicked smile. “If you can’t keep a civil tongue, I’m going to have to teach you some manners.”

“I don’t think that’s fair, daddy,” Nancy said. Her apron was back down over her hips, but it pleased him to think that her sex was bare underneath—his cum trickling down her thighs right now. Her big brown eyes stared at her husband adoringly. “I’m the reason she’s here, being so rude. If you punish her, you have to punish me.”

“Of course.” Patrick seized Syd’s arm, twisting it behind her back. “You don’t think I’d let you join in on teaching Syd here a lesson when you can’t go five minutes without being naughty?”

“I just want it over with,” Nancy said, pouting. She grabbed Syd by the front of her hot pants and pulled, forcing her partner into an unconventional frog-march. “So the sooner we can get me punished, the happier I’ll be.”

“The happier we’ll all be,” Syd said, pulled along by Nancy and unable to break away with Patrick an inexorable wall behind her.

***

Five minutes later, they were chained together, facing each other, handcuffs locking their wrists together behind each other’s backs. No amount of struggling would get them loose—not when they didn’t want to be.

“I’ve got something for you,” Patrick said, with a resounding slap to Nancy’s ass. She squeaked, unable to see him, the blow coming as a total surprise. Then he shoved something long and hard into her hands; she couldn’t see it with them chained behind Syd’s back. “Since Syd can’t seem to get enough of you, here’s something else you can give her.”

He turned it on. It was a vibrator, long and cylindrical. She felt Patrick’s hand guiding hers, bringing her hands and what they gripped over the smooth curve of Syd’s ass.

“You sure you don’t want to fuck this fine ass yourself?” Nancy tittered, enjoying the look on Syd’s face. Both lustful and a little incensed at being the object of Nancy and Patrick’s play.

“Oh, I absolutely do,” said Patrick. “But I want to see you do it just a little bit more.”

Something ripped; Syd tensed. Patrick had just ripped her tiny shorts open at the crotch. Sydney arched her back and tried to stand the feel of cool air greeting her overheated snatch.

It was nearly unbearable; being touched by oxygen and nothing else.

“Put that dildo in and make sure she enjoys it,” Patrick ordered, not that Nancy at all needed to be commanded.

Having Patrick there took away so many of her reservations. He was enjoying this. She was pleasing him, pleasing Syd, pleasing herself. It was filthy and nasty and that was what made it so wonderful.

Syd moaned loud as Nancy did as she had asked to be told, days ago, when her fantasies were pouring out to her husband like a broken dam. It helped, too, that she was being ‘forced’ to do all of this. She might’ve been a pervert, but Patrick was a bigger pervert.

At least, his erection provided more evidence than her wet cunt did inside the thankful covering of the apron.

Entirely surrendered to this naughty scenario, Nancy only thought of pleasing her man. If she had to masturbate her best friend, she’d do it gladly. Anything was acceptable to her—nothing she did with Syd and Patrick could be wrong—she’d enjoy anything done with them and they would let her enjoy it.

But Patrick wasn’t about to leave his pleasure in her hands. He walked behind Nancy, his hands settling on her juicy ass. Bare, aside from a dangling string from the knot that tied her apron on. He stroked the tender flesh, humming to himself.

Nancy cringed, envisioning pleasure the likes of which she could barely take, with gooseflesh popping up all over her smooth ass. His touch made her feel like she was overloading. But she couldn’t fully focus on giving the vibrator to Syd with Patrick relishing her body. Her split attention kept her just barely from being overwhelmed.

“Keep giving her that vibe,” Patrick said, his voice both rough and sultry, titillating Nancy both with how he was enjoying her submissiveness and with the authority he was using on her. “It’s not as good as my cock, of course, but that belongs to you.”

Nancy virtually purred. She was enjoying this even more than she thought she would; enough that she could barely remember this was all meant to tantalize Patrick. Thank Syd for being such a good friend.

She felt Syd’s breasts swelling with passion through both their scant clothing. Her skimpy bra, Syd’s low-cut top. Their chests pressed firmly together and Nancy didn’t envy Syd’s sizable tits. Her own felt incredibly sensuous.

“You do that good, baby. Getting lots of practice?” Patrick’s hand ran down her spine to grope roughly at her lushly rounded ass. “I’m going to have to fuck you more often. Get you so you can’t even remember how to switch that little doodad on.”

Nancy tried to shut out Patrick’s voice—she wanted to focus on Syd, wanted to pleasure Syd—but his lewd fondles made her almost able to feel his hand at the same time as she sensed Syd’s passionate receptiveness.

He gripped the twin curves of her buttocks and pulled them apart, making Nancy moan, a little pain whipping the arousal she already felt. It hadn’t been that long since he’d fucked her, really fucked her, and the soreness reminded her of how good it had been. Her ass actually felt bruised from how their bodies had crashed together.

Nancy cried out suddenly, feeling his thumb press down on the puckered sphincter of her asshole—and not stop until the resistance was overcome, the girthy digit buried in her too-small opening.

“Oh geez, he’s putting it in your ass,” Syd said with a certain amount of worry, but more excitement. “He’s fucking your ass just a little bit and he’s going to fuck it more and more until he’s made a nice little cock-hole of that thang. Did you ask him for that? Is this your dirty little fantasy? Want me to watch you get ass-fucked or do you just let him do whatever he wants?”

“You’re one to talk,” Patrick laughed. “You showed me just how tight to get the cuffs, remember? Nanc, fuck her. Remember she wants it. Just like you want it.”

Nancy shoved the dildo into her friend’s sex and pulled it back out. The humid wetness of Syd’s pussy called to her hand like a siren song, making her go harder and faster.

Her fingers were damp, but she didn’t know if it was with sweat or with a flow of juices running from Syd’s aroused cunt. Syd was getting turned on. Nancy knew because she was so turned on that Syd had to be.

“Do it,” Syd said simply, not trusting her voice with anymore of her arousal. “Mmmm, oh, sweet Christ, it’s so damn big!”

Nancy gasped when Patrick moved his finger along her labia, stroking up and down. His touch tender, but the feelings he wrought… devastating. She was too sensitive, too aroused, for his caresses to result in anything but a tempest.

“Just fuck me!” she sobbed. “Don’t play with me—play with me later—I need your cock now—I need to come! I need my Patrick!”