The coat

Stuart asked me in our kitchen. He said he wanted me to come home still wearing the plain white coat and the heels, and then to let Cole fuck me in our hallway while he watched. Cole is a friend. He is not part of my work and he never comes near it. This happens in our house or it does not happen. I said yes. I wanted his mouth on my cunt. I wanted Stuart close enough to hear me say so.

On the sixth of April I hung my bag on the hook and left the coat buttoned. The heels were loud on the wood. The coat had no mark on it, just white cloth and my honey bob coming loose. Stuart was already in the hall. Cole stayed in the living room until I called him. I told them both that the house was the only place. Cole kissed my cheek. Stuart kissed my mouth. I put my hands on the wall and told Cole he could open the coat.

He took it from the throat down, one button at a time. Under it was a black dress, fitted and simple. Stuart stood at my side and watched Cole's hands. My cunt was wet before the last button and I said so. Stuart made a low sound and set his palm on my hip, not to stop it, just to be in it. I covered his hand so he would feel how steady I was. He had asked. I had agreed. Cole pushed the dress up and went to his knees because I told him to.

His mouth on my cunt was unhurried and sure. I kept the heels on and the coat open and I looked at Stuart while I rocked on Cole's tongue. I told Cole he was good at licking my cunt. I told Stuart he was good for asking, and that I loved him, and that I was going to cum. I did, knees soft in the heels, Stuart holding my waist. I pulled Cole up and kissed him so Stuart could see the shine. I said we were going to the chair so Cole could fuck my cunt there, and the heels would come off when I decided. Stuart smiled like a man who had been heard.