The screen off
I turned the monitor off and left the emerald blouse buttoned. That was the game, and we had agreed to it on Sunday. Yusuf sat on the edge of the bed. Leila sat on the floor between his knees, not touching him yet, because I had asked them to wait where I could see them. The flat was quiet. My twists were still pinned from work. I took the pins out one at a time and let them watch my shoulders.
Under the blouse I had a silk slip, thin enough that the lamp would have shown everything if I had opened the buttons. I did not open them. I told them what I was wearing. I told Leila I could feel the silk drag across my nipples when I breathed. I told Yusuf my cunt was wet and that he was not going to check yet. He groaned and laughed. Leila asked if she could touch her own cunt. I said yes, over her clothes, slow. She did.
I stood, walked to them, and let Yusuf smell my throat. No hands. I let Leila press her mouth to the silk over my cunt. She looked up. I said not yet. I unbuttoned two buttons only and showed the strap. Yusuf's cock was obvious in his trousers. I palmed his cock once and took my hand away. He said please in a voice he saves for me. Leila said please like she was amused at herself for meaning it. I said yes.
The blouse stayed half on. Leila pushed the slip aside and licked my cunt while I stood, and Yusuf took his cock out and stroked because I told him he could, as long as he did not cum. I held Leila's shoulder and rocked against her tongue until I came, shaking, one hand braced on Yusuf's chest. Then I bent over the bed, slip rucked up, and told him to fuck my cunt. He fucked me deep, checking once with a hand on my hip. I said the pace was right. Leila kissed me and slid a hand down to my clit. I came again, cunt tight on his cock. Yusuf pulled out and left his cum across the silk at my request, which we had agreed. Leila kissed me, curious and filthy, and then we all started laughing.
The monitor stayed dark. I rebuttoned nothing and made them look at the mess they had wanted.
