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Chapter 2

An hour later, Abby was seated in Emily and Josh’s living room. It was clear to the couple that she was nervous. She kept adjusting her skirt and biting the side of her lower lip. When either Josh or Emily asked a question, Abby’s left hand would unconsciously go to her hair, and she would twist the ends around her index finger.

“Your application looks great, Abby. Is there anything else you’d like to tell us?” Josh asked. “What are your hobbies?”

“Well, I’m a dancer,” Abby started, her finger curling a lock of her hair. “I mean,” she stopped and blushed deeply, “not a
dancer
, like an exotic type dancer,” she stammered. “I dance. In school. I’m a competitive dancer. And, um, let’s see…” she trailed off. “I really like being organized, and I love cleaning. I know that sounds weird, but, I’m, like,
super
organized. All of my friends pay me to clean their apartments and I totally love to do it. I don’t get along with messy.” She looked at Emily, then Josh. “And I’m not just saying that, you know, because I want the job. I mean, I do really want the job, you two seem super cool, but, I mean, just in general, I’m, like, crazy about being clean.” At the end of each sentence Abby’s voice inflected upward, as if she was asking questions rather than stating information about herself.

“That’s great, Abby,” Emily said, interrupting the girl in an attempt to rescue her. Emily knew from the moment Abby walked into their house that she would be the one they would hire. She was beautiful, for one, and she hadn’t needed to tell them she was a dancer; Emily could see it in the way that she walked and in her calves and arms. “Josh and I have a few more interviews to complete today, but we’ll be in touch. If we did decide to hire you, would you be able to start next week? Monday?”

“Oh my God, yes! I could
totally
start on Monday!” Abby’s face broke out into a grin, and both Josh and Emily noticed her friendly and inviting smile. “I mean, not that it’s for sure, I get that, but…” Abby looked as though she wanted to staple her own mouth shut. “Yes,” she breathed, then paused, clearly trying to calm herself. “I would be able to begin work on Monday morning.”

Josh couldn’t help but smile back. “That’s great, Abby; we’ll call you. I’ll show you out.”

After Josh had closed the door, he came back to the living room where Emily still sat, going through the motions of looking through his notes.

“I want her,” Emily said. “She’s perfect.”

“You felt that too? I feel like as soon as she walked through the door, she was the right girl for us. She’s got a great personality, she’s funny…”

“We need to get the valley-girl out of her voice, but that shouldn’t be too hard,” Emily noted.

“Maybe she was just nervous.”

“And she, like, loves to clean, like, oh my Gawd,” Emily dropped into a near-perfect imitation of Abby’s voice.

Josh burst out laughing. “Like,
fur
sure,” he joined in.

“Okay, so we have a one-hundred per cent agreement?”

“Absolutely.” He flipped through Abby’s application. “Her cell number is here. Should we call her before she even gets home?”

“What, and have her drive off the road? No, let’s give it the afternoon. We should call her before dinner, though, so she doesn’t schedule any of her friends’ apartments for cleaning on Monday morning.”

“Do you think we should have had her do our dishes from brunch? As a test?” Josh joked.

“I think we should do them together now, as a celebration of the last time we’ll be doing dishes for a good long while,” Emily said. “And then, after, we can…do other things together.”

“That’s what I love about you: your time management skills,” Josh teased as he led her to the kitchen.

Chapter 3

On Friday of Abby’s first week, Emily asked to meet with her while Josh was still at work.

“I want to catch up with you to see how the week was, how you’re liking the job so far, and if you need anything from us,” Emily said as she set a cup of coffee down in front of Abby, then joined her at the patio table.

“Oh my gosh, Dr. Webster, I love it here.”

“Please, call me Emily.”

“Okay, um, Emily,” Abby looked as though she had to consciously say Emily’s name instead of calling her “doctor.” “Are you happy with me? Are there things you want me to be doing differently? Better?”

“You’re doing wonderfully well. Josh and I knew that you would be perfect for the job, and you haven’t disappointed us.” Emily watched Abby as she sipped her coffee, the heat bringing a slight pink to her cheeks as her internal temperature rose from the beverage.

Emily had been watching Abby closely all week. Lots of women would be nervous about having a beautiful young woman around their new-ish husband, but Emily wasn’t concerned. She trusted Josh completely. Abby was definitely attractive: she was slender and had rather large breasts for a competitive dancer. Her blond hair had a light wave to it that suggested to Emily that she let it air dry and needed to do very little to maintain it. The complete natural look.

Emily poured herself more coffee. “Is your room okay? Do you need anything?”

“Everything is serious great, Doc—I mean, Emily. This job is like a dream come true for me.”

Emily didn’t doubt the girl’s sincerity. “Well, you’re a dream come true for us. I know you’re technically done with your hours at seven, but Josh and I would like to invite you to have a dinner with us tonight, if you don’t have other plans.”

Abby’s eyes widened for a moment, and she grinned. “That would be awesome! I really want to get to know you guys better.”

“We want to get to know you better, too,” Emily said with a smile.

Chapter 4

When Josh got home from his shift at the hospital, he greeted Emily with a kiss and a question. “You’re so dressed up,” he said. “What’s the occasion?”

“I asked Abby to join us for dinner tonight,” Emily said, snuggling her lips into Josh’s neck. “She’s preparing it now, but I thought that it would be a nice opportunity for us all to get to know each other.”

Josh pulled away and looked into Emily’s eyes, his hands resting lightly on her waist. “What are you thinking?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her and smirking a little. He had always loved Emily’s flirtatious side and he recognized the look he saw on her face. He recognized the dress, too; it was a very flattering violet-colored shift, made of silky fabric that cupped her breasts and hugged her curves in all the right places.

“I’m not thinking anything,” Emily said playfully. “Yet. I’m just trying to gauge…interest. I trust I have a good feel for your interest level?”

“I’m interested in anything that interests you, babe. We already agreed that we were in complete agreement about Abby, and I don’t recall discussing limitations to that agreement. Do you?”

“Nope,” Emily smiled. “I don’t recall any such limitations either.”

Josh loved having a wife that was, unofficially, bi-curious. He loved that she was open to experimenting, and he especially loved having a wife who trusted him. He had friends whose spouses constantly harped on them for no good reason; they had every reason to trust, yet they didn’t. He was grateful that he and Emily had found each other. With the crazy hours they kept, there had to be an inherent level of trust on both sides. He and Emily often discussed how lucky they were.

Now, he was feeling especially lucky. He had sensed even before they had interviewed Abby that she would be of interest to Emily. When the girl first walked through the door, Josh noticed Emily’s brief physical reaction to seeing their potential employee for the first time, and he knew that the subject of flirtation would probably come up at some point. The question was, what to do about it?

“What are you thinking?” he asked Emily, pulling her over the edge of the bed and sitting next to her.

“I thought we might…do something we’ve talked about, but have never actually done before.” Emily had shared some of her fantasies of having a threesome with Josh, but not all of them. And she had never told him that part of her reason for wanting to hire live-in help was precisely for that very reason, to be able to indulge in her deepest fantasies during the rare moments when she wasn’t working.

“I think Abby is a good choice for us to try a little experiment,” Emily said. “She’s innocent, and she seems like she really wants to be a part of ‘us.’ If things get goofy, we can let her go, but I don’t think they will. I have a good feeling about her.”

“What if she freaks out? What if
you
freak out?” Josh voiced his two main hesitations immediately; he was never one to be indirect. “Are you sure you’re ready to actually bring this fantasy to life?”

“There will be no freaking out; I had a talk with her today. Not about a fucking threesome, silly,” she added when Josh’s mouth dropped open. “We talked about dinner, and about how her week was going, and about her room. I wanted to get a feel for how comfortable she is. I think she’d be open to it. If she’s not, no big deal, right? The worst thing that would happen is that she’ll quit, but I don’t think she’d do that, even if she was completely offended. She likes us.” Emily traced her fingernail up Josh’s forearm and leaned in to kiss him.

He indicated his approval of the plan by taking Emily into his lap and drawing her leg over his hip so that she straddled him. He pressed his growing erection against her and held onto her by lacing his fingers through her long, brown hair. Their lovemaking was fast and intense: he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, hard as a rock and glistening at the tip with pre-cum. She slid her panties to the side, the beautiful violet dress hiked up to her waist. He entered her, and she gasped quietly into his neck, burying her face and rocking against him. They found their familiar rhythm, and within a few minutes, Josh’s thrusting grew faster, more intense, and he cried out with his release.

“Shhh,” Emily said, allowing him to hold her as he finished inside her. “Shhh, she’ll hear you.”

“I love you,” Josh whispered. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, baby,” Emily said. “You’re my everything.”

Chapter 5

They cleaned themselves up and walked hand in hand to the dining room, where Abby was setting the table.

“Hey, Dr. Webster, hey, Emily,” Abby greeted them cheerfully.

Josh arched his eyebrow at Abby’s use of Emily’s use first name; Emily just smiled and winked at him.

“Abby, if Emily said you can call her by her first name, then I suppose you better start calling me Josh.”

Abby blushed slightly. “Thank you…Josh. Are you two hungry? I put a pot roast in this morning; it’s my favorite recipe of my mom’s. I think you’ll really enjoy it.”

“I have no doubt,” Emily said. “Can we do anything?”

“No! Please, sit. I’ll bring everything in; it’s basically ready.”

Abby went to the kitchen, and Josh and Emily sat down. Josh poured three glasses of wine. He and Emily toasted silently; they were sipping their wine, when Abby came in with a tray holding a plate of sliced roast, potatoes, carrots, and a salad.

“Bon appetite!” she said with a smile. “I hope you like it.” She served their dinners, then her own. After the meal was dished out, she sat down and placed her napkin in her lap, waiting for Josh and Emily to begin.

“Abby,” Emily said tentatively as she stabbed a bite of roast with her fork. “I was telling Josh about our conversation earlier.”

“Yes,” Josh agreed. “And I wanted to second everything my wife said. We’re delighted that you agreed to come work for us and, while I keep telling my wife that a week is not that long of a time, we are both very pleased with you so far. So, cheers to a great working relationship!” He raised his glass and winked at Emily, who was looking at him with a slightly pained expression after hearing the words ‘working relationship’ come out of Josh’s mouth. She hoped that Abby didn’t pay too much attention to his choice of words.

“So, Abby, are you involved with anyone right now?” Emily asked innocently.

Chapter 6

As it turned out, Abby got even more talkative when she got some wine in her, and they sat at the table long after they had finished eating. The remnants of the roast congealed on the plate, and Josh left the table twice, to grab two fresh bottles of wine. After he returned for the second time, he suggested that they move the party to the living room.

“There’s more space,” he said, “and we can start a fire.”

“Great idea!” Emily said brightly. She wasn’t drunk, yet, but she was definitely buzzed. She stood and swayed a bit on her feet. “Oh Christ, leave the dishes,” she commanded Abby, who had moved to stack the silverware on her plate to clear the table.

“Are you sure?” Abby asked.

“Oh, I’m sure,” Emily said, and walked over to Abby. She picked up the girl’s wine and put it in her hand, taking a moment to stroke her index finger with her own as she did so. Emily watched Abby’s reaction carefully. The younger woman registered it; there was no question. Emily saw her eyes widen for a split second, but — a good sign — she did not move her finger away.

In the living room, Emily strategically placed herself on the couch next to Abby, while Josh sat in the armchair by the fireplace. He built the fire and stoked it, the flames growing quickly and turning into a bright blaze that added more heat to the already warm room.

“You know,” Abby was saying to Emily, “I don’t quite get it.”

“What’s that?” Josh asked.

“Well, Abby said earlier that she doesn’t know why men aren’t interested in dating her,” Emily said, slightly slurring her words.

“I agree, that’s crazy,” Josh said. “You’re a gorgeous girl, Abby. Smart, funny,
and
you can cook. Who are these idiot guys that aren’t interested?”

Abby was not as adept at handling her liquor as Josh and Emily, so she burst out laughing. “They
are
idiots! Part of it is that no guy my age wants to fuck a virgin. Like it’s my fault I didn’t put out when I was sixteen; I’ve been paying for it ever since,” she pouted. “Whatever, I don’t care. I’m young and I just want to have fun. It’s too early for me to settle down anyway, right?”

“Exactly!” Emily said emphatically, patting Abby on the knee. She glanced quickly at Josh, who was giving Emily a warning look.

Virgins were nothing but trouble; Emily knew that Josh was thinking they should call the whole thing off right then, but she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

“You
are
young and you should just enjoy it while you can. Josh and I aren’t exactly old; we’re both twenty-seven, but things definitely change once you decide to get married.” Emily left her hand on Abby’s thigh and, as she had with their earlier physical contact, watched the girl carefully for her reaction. Abby wasn’t wearing tights, so Emily’s hand rested on her bare leg. It was warm and smooth, and Emily could feel the strength of her quad, slightly flexed beneath her hand.

Abby looked at Emily’s hand on her thigh, then looked up at the older woman. Emily smiled and sustained eye contact with her. The young girl’s eyes then darted to Josh, but the look of disapproval she was anticipating was completely absent from his face. Instead, he was also smiling. First confusion, then understanding spread across Abby’s expression.

“So, do you guys want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, still uncertain.

“I have a better idea,” Emily said. She turned to face Abby and nudged her knee between the girl’s thighs. She moved slowly, allowing Abby to process what was happening and register any objection. Now that the moment had arrived, Emily found herself holding her breath. She hoped she hadn’t misjudged Abby. The evening had gone quickly, and Emily found herself becoming only more attracted to Abby, not less. “Is this okay?” she asked Abby quietly.

Abby nodded and allowed her thighs to drop open slightly, giving Emily more space. Emily took advantage of the body language and shifted her weight onto her hip. She leaned in to Abby and kissed her softly, allowing their lips to barely connect. She felt Abby’s breath and held her own as she waited for the girl to reciprocate. After what seemed like a full minute, Emily felt Abby return her kiss with strong, firm lips.

Emily smiled and felt Abby smile as well. She pulled her hand off of Abby’s hip for a moment and gave a quick thumbs up to Josh. Then, she moved her hand to Abby’s breast, lightly running her fingertips over the fabric of her shirt and feeling Abby’s erect nipple through the cotton. “Is this okay?” she murmured into Abby’s ear.

“Yes,” Abby whispered.

“Good,” Emily said, and reached her hand into the opening between the bottom of Abby’s shirt and the waistband of her skirt. As Emily slid her hand to Abby’s bra, she gasped lightly; Abby’s breasts were perfect. Firm, almost muscular, and with small, hard nipples that were absolutely begging to be played with.

“Josh, would you go into the bedroom and wait for us please?” Emily said as she pulled away from Abby’s lips, gazing into her eyes and running her fingers through Abby’s beautiful blond hair.

Josh didn’t speak; he stood and walked quietly out of the room.

As soon as he left, Emily became more aggressive; she got up onto her knees and moved over Abby, sliding her body on top of the young girl’s.

“Is this okay?” Emily asked.

Abby responded by pressing Emily’s hands harder to her breasts and groaning as Emily flicked her thumbs over her nipples.

“Everything you do is okay with me,” Abby whispered, looking into Emily’s eyes. “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Then I think we’re ready.” Emily smiled kindly and stood, reaching her hand down to help Abby stand. Keeping hold of her hand, Emily led her to the bedroom. Josh was lying naked on the top of the bed, his hard cock in his hand. He smiled as the women entered the room.

“Ladies,” he said.

“Josh,” Emily smiled. She turned back to Abby’s waiting mouth and kissed her, allowing Abby’s exploring tongue between her lips. She bit Abby’s lip softly when her tongue flicked out, and Abby groaned.

“Ah,” Emily said. “Josh likes a little bite as well. You have something in common.” She kept kissing Abby while she lowered the girl’s skirt and slipped off her own dress. Both women threw their clothes to the floor and kicked them off together, then drew their bodies to near full contact.

Emily dropped her hand to the front of Abby’s panties and stroked the front of her pussy. “You’re wet,” she observed.

Abby opened her eyes and looked at Emily. “I bet you are too,” she said. “I bet you’ve been wet all evening.” She smiled coyly. “I have been.”

Emily dropped down to her knees and lowered Abby’s panties to the floor. Abby stepped out of them, while Emily put her hands on Abby’s hips. She slowly explored Abby’s folds with her tongue, gently parting the lower lips and licking her. She used her fingers to expose the tip of Abby’s clit and gently circled it with her tongue. Abby shuddered, and Emily knew that she would not last long.

She stood up and removed her own panties, then brought Abby into the bed. Josh shifted to the side, watching the women.

“You are so sexy,” Emily said as she climbed on top of Abby. She pulled the girl’s hands over her head and pressed down with her own as she kissed Abby deeply. Moving her hips back and forth, she ground her pussy against Abby’s, scissoring her legs between the girl’s. Abby cried out but did not move her hands. “Shhh,” Emily said. “Take some deep breaths. I want to try something. Let me know if it’s not okay.”

Abby nodded, and Emily leaned over the nightstand, opening the top drawer. She dug around for a moment and pulled out a black lace scarf.

“I’m going to bind your hands to one another, okay?” Abby looked up at her and said nothing. “It’ll be loose; it’s not to trap you, it’s just to give you a little more sensation; it’ll give your brain something else to work on while I fuck you. If you decide you don’t like it, just tell us, and Josh will pull it off immediately.”

Abby gave her consent with a smile and a small nod of her chin. Emily laughed softly and wrapped the scarf around the girl’s hands. She watched Abby carefully and paid attention to the signals the girl’s body was giving off. All signs were that Abby was very much enjoying what was happening in the room that night. Emily wrapped the scarf a little tighter; Abby moaned and closed her eyes, her hips automatically thrusting gently towards Emily.

“This is so fucking hot,” Josh whispered, full appreciation and respect in his voice. He was gliding his hand over his cock, faster some times and slower at other times, and Emily knew that he would time his orgasm with hers and Abby’s.

“Can I kiss him?” Abby asked Emily unexpectedly, her eyes closed.

“Sure you can, sweetie. Josh, take your hand off your cock and come kiss Abby,” Emily said playfully. Josh quickly obliged and kissed Abby gently while Emily slid two fingers into the girl’s sex and slowly moved them in and out. The girl was tight, incredibly tight. Her husband was going to enjoy her when she let him fuck her. She used her other hand to pinch the girl’s nipple. Abby cried out and lifted her arms off the bed; Josh then placed his hand on her wrists to hold them down.

“Is that okay?” he asked Abby quietly, taking his cue from Emily. Abby opened her eyes.

“It’s all so very, very okay,” she moaned with pleasure.

Josh drew back for a moment, and Emily withdrew her soaking wet fingers from Abby’s pussy. She put them into the girl’s mouth, and Abby sucked them eagerly. Emily got to her knees, straddling Abby, and pinched both of her nipples as she bent forward.

With her ass in the air, she signaled to Josh to came into her from behind. As her husband penetrated her, Emily groaned and pinched Abby’s nipples harder. The three of them moved together as one unit, each exchanging energy and passion with the other two, each receiving an inordinate amount of pleasure from their partner.

Emily’s climax was sudden, and Josh came with her; their orgasms rocking them over Abby. The girl opened her eyes to watch. As their breath slowed, Josh pulled out of Emily and lay back. Emily sat back onto Abby’s thighs, her cum and Josh’s dripping slowly onto the girl’s leg — the same one that Emily had first laid her hand upon so many hours earlier.

“I want to make you come,” Emily whispered to Abby. “I want to make you come, and then I want Josh to make you come. If you’re ready for that.” Emily released Abby’s hands from the scarf and turned Abby onto her stomach. She lightly slapped the girl’s ass, holding her breath for the girl’s reaction.

“Honey,” Emily said to Josh. “Do you want to watch me make Abby come all over our bed?”

Josh smiled. “I think you know the answer to that question. We are in
one-hundred per cent agreement
,” he smiled realizing they’ve been using that phrase quite a bit lately. “Abby, do you want to come all over our bed?”

“More than anything,” Abby gasped, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

“Ask me to slap your butt, Abby,” Emily rasped. Nothing turned her on than a bit of rough play.

“What?” The girl was confused, but the willingness in her voice betrayed her.

“Beg me to slap you, ten times.”

“Will it hurt?” She was still scared.

“Twenty times.”

Abby hesitated for a split second, then whispered, “Please slap me.”

Emily could see the juices slowly trickling down the girl’s inner thighs. Abby wanted it, just as much as she did. This girl was too perfect.

“Louder!”

“Hit me!” Abby offered in a higher pitch, desire spilling out of her eager voice.

Emily bought her palm onto Abby’s cheek before the girl could brace herself, making her yelp. She hit again, and again, each time harder than before. Her hand was sore already, but she didn’t notice. All she could see was the plump scarlet buttock in front of her, begging to be slapped, and the pussy lips below, soaked with arousal. She whapped the girl’s ass again, making her grasp for air. The pain in her hand was now searing, almost blinding, and she could only imagine how Abby felt. Her buttocks looked like they were on fire.

She landed her next slap down the cleft, between Abby’s cheeks, grazing against her rosebud. The girl sucked in some air but arched her back even more, silently begging Emily to hit her again. By the time Emily reached twenty slaps, Abby’s pussy was contracting, visibly, and the girl was crying out in release, shuddering under the older woman’s firm touch. She was coming, hard, and neither Josh nor Emily could believe this was actually happening. They have found a perfect partner for their bedroom, one that could satisfy their many desires.

Once Abby’s spasms had ebbed, Emily turned her around and gently lay her on her back, sliding down between her legs.

“You are perfect, do you know that? And you have the prettiest pussy,” Emily whispered, moving her tongue in and out of Abby and sucking at her wetness. She took Abby’s clit in her mouth, gently at first, then, as Abby’s thighs softened, she sucked harder and circled the girl’s swollen nub with her tongue. She felt Abby stiffen and then slowly shudder, and she knew Abby was close again. She pulled back and licked her softly, making Abby moan in frustration.

“Please,” she begged, reaching for Emily’s shoulders to pull her closer.

“Please what?” Emily asked sweetly.