The mirror

Lewis asked me after a show. He said he wanted Marco in the dressing room. He said he wanted the mirror, and he wanted us to talk while we fucked, and he wanted to listen to every word. I told Lewis to invite him. Lewis did. The ask stayed in his mouth.

The bulbs were warm. My platinum waves were down. The black slip clung and the robe was open and I did not fix it. I stood where I could see all three of us. Lewis took the chair just behind my shoulder, close enough that I heard him breathe. Marco stopped in the doorway and said, out loud, that he wanted to touch me if I wanted it. I said I wanted his hands on my cunt under the slip and I wanted Lewis to hear me say what they did.

Marco came up behind me. His palms moved over the silk and up to my breasts. I watched them in the glass and I narrated it. His mouth on my neck. I said Lewis's name and told him my cunt was wet from being watched by the man who had asked. Lewis said he could see it in my face. His voice was wrecked in the best way. I told Marco to pull the slip up and put two fingers on my clit, slow circles, and to tell Lewis what he felt. Marco said my cunt was soaked, soft, swelling under his fingers. I moaned and did not turn it into a prettier sound.

I bent my hands to the counter and told Marco to fuck me while I kept my eyes on the mirror. He waited for Lewis to say it too. Lewis said yes, I want to see that fuck. Marco fucked his cock into my cunt and I talked us through the pace, the way my mouth fell open. I told Lewis to take his cock out and stroke it where I could see in the glass. He did. I came saying their names, Lewis then Marco, shaking, platinum stuck to my lip gloss. Marco pulled out when I asked and came across my lower back, and I described the heat of his cum until Lewis came into his own fist, gasping that he loved this, loved me. I looked at him in the mirror and said good, because I am not done talking.