The vanity

Phil asked me on a Tuesday with the door open and his hands empty. He wanted to watch me want someone else, and he wanted to stay in the room. I wanted that too. We picked Garrett together. He is thirty-eight, and he ducks the lamp by my vanity, and his voice goes quiet when he wants to fuck.

On the second of May I sat in the black satin robe with the bulbs on. The brushes stood in the cup. I glossed my mouth twice because making them wait is the part I am greedy for. Phil stood behind the chair. Garrett watched the wand in the glass. I opened the tie and let the robe off one knee, then the other, until the black lace showed over my cunt.

I turned and kissed Phil first so the gloss marked him. Then I kissed Garrett longer and put Phil's hand on my shoulder. Garrett asked before he pushed the satin down. I said yes. It pooled on the stool. His palm warmed my waist. I guided his wrist to my cunt and looked at Phil while I did it. Phil's cock was hard and he did not look away. He looked like a man who had asked for the truth.

Garrett rubbed my cunt through the lace until I soaked it. I told him to move it. Two fingers worked my clit and then my cunt, and I did not make the sound pretty. I told Phil to take his cock out. He stroked that cock while Garrett fucked me with his hand. I held the vanity. I could see my mouth open and Phil's cock and Garrett's wrist. I came looking at both of them, saying this is the fuck you asked me for. Garrett kissed my shoulder and stayed gentle. After, I held Phil's face and kissed him grateful, and I told him Garrett would fuck me on the rug next, because Phil had asked to see all of it. Phil smiled against my mouth. The bulbs stayed hot on my shoulders, and I did not fix the gloss.