top!tammy and top!lou threesome with bottom!debbie?
“I told you,” Tammy sighed. “I don’t do that anymore.”
“She’s not a that, Tam,” Lou grinned. “She’s a who.”
“Hardy har, Miller.”
“Ocean.”
“Even worse,” Tammy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms in defense. “You should be ashamed of yourself. Coming down here to ask me to sleep with your wife.”
“Come on,” Lou grinned. “For old time’s sake. And it’s not like she doesn’t know what I’m out doing in Jersey. You think she thinks I’m out here scouting schools?”
“You’re both sick.”
“Like you’re not already picturing it,” Lou sighed, pretending to look at her nails for a moment while stealing glances of Tammy’s face.
“Fine,” she finally huffed as a smug smile appeared on the blonde’s face. “But it’s a one time thing. Don’t get any ideas. Either of you.”
The Australian, and a begrudgingly reluctant but equally intrigued Tammy, were back at the loft in less than an hour, beating the brunette home from her mysterious stakeout she had promised she’d let Lou in on once her plan had more footing than its initial crumb of an idea.
If the Ocean was surprised to find a sheepish Tammy and a smug Lou in her bed when she opened the bedroom door, she didn’t show it, merely shooting the blonde a grin as Lou winked at her in return.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Debbie asked, walking forward to pause at the foot of the bed as she shrugged out of her jacket, slipping out of her tall boots.
“Just seemed like it’s been a while,” Lou shrugged as Tammy offered an eye roll from beside her, but she was smiling.
“How do you want me?” Debbie murmured, her voice dropping as a wave of lust rippled through her. While it was rare, Debbie was no stranger to this trio of pleasure and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t intrigued or tickled by it, already feeling herself growing wet at the thought of Lou telling her how she wanted her. Of Lou telling Tammy how to fuck her.
“Stay right there, love,” Lou whispered, rising from the bed to come behind the brunette. “Do you trust me?”
“Always,” Debbie murmured, closing her eyes as she accepted a long kiss from her partner with a soft hum, Tammy looking between them almost proudly.
Lou slid a blindfold from her back pocket, lifting her arms to fold the material over Debbie’s face before tying it securely, kissing Debbie again as she moaned this time.
Tammy watched as the blonde undressed the Ocean slowly, leaving open mouthed kisses over skin that was quickly rising in heat as Debbie squirmed beside her, wet with anticipation. And soon enough, Debbie was naked before them, Lou waving Tammy forward silently with her hand as her tongue trailed down Debbie’s neck.
Lou waited a moment, studying Tammy as she worked Debbie’s breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, setting a slow and teasing rhythm, before Lou lowered herself to her knees, swiping her tongue through Debbie’s folds as she gasped, her knees almost buckling before the blonde gripped her thighs tight to steady her, the Ocean bucking forward against Lou’s mouth as she moaned, Tammy groaning appreciatively at the sound as Lou’s chuckle sent vibrations between Debbie’s legs.
“Do you want Tammy’s fingers inside you?” Lou murmured, taking a moment to ask the question as she dragged her wet lips along Debbie’s thigh as she moaned, nodding her head rapidly, Tammy’s fingers disappearing from her chest momentarily and suddenly appearing, pushing into her slowly as the Australian’s tongue kept working her, Debbie moaning and panting as they worked in tandem, the Ocean biting her lip as her pleasure teetered between just enough and too much, suddenly shaking as she fell over the edge without warning almost collapsing into Lou as she felt for her shoulders, the blonde steadying her.
Lou waited for her body to still, kissing her and massaging her slowly, urging Tammy to do the same as she nuzzled against her wife’s neck.
“Tell me, honey,” Lou murmured. “What do you want?”
“The strap,” Debbie whispered, her cheeks pinking slightly. “Both of you.”
