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» shauna shipman x melissa hat x fem!reader.
when an old high school friend visits for the holidays, you & your wife have her over, leading to an unexpected, mutual realization.
— warnings: no-crash au. slightly undernegotiated kink, i guess, because there’s only so much time i had to write this, but everyone involved is very into it, guys!! threesome. strap on sex (r!receiving). praise kink. spanking if you squint?
the knock comes on unexpectedly early: three slow taps, a pause, then two quick ones. surprised, you glance over at your wife, who’s been lounging on the couch since putting the finished meal into the oven, awaiting your visitor. “were you expecting her early?”
“she said seven-thirty.” shauna shrugs.
you check the clock. it’s still half an hour left, but the knock comes again and, when you rush to open the door, it is, indeed, melissa who stands before you in the dim hallway lighting, fist held high, ready for a third knock. or, well, this new version of her she must have grown into: melissa in her mid-twenties stands much taller, somehow, than she did at 18. or perhaps broader, which your eyes get stuck on before you can force them away and back up at her face, a more respectful place to be looking.
there’s a moment where melissa straightens under your scrutinizing eyes, as if she’s gotten used to that reaction (the ‘oh,’ you filled out) and then she speaks: “hey, uh, sorry, i’m early. i wasn’t sure how long i’d have to circle for parking.” she smiles, the gesture already a whole lot more like the melissa you used to know.
“holiday traffic,” you step aside to let her in. “we’re glad you could make it.”
melissa ducks under the doorway as she walks past and, turning, you find shauna up on her feet, ready to greet her.
you watch them hug, brief & careful, both testing the waters before stepping away from one another. deciding to be polite, you don’t point out how your guest’s hand lingers on your wife’s shoulder before dropping as you close the door behind her. “make yourself at home,” you motion toward the couch. “wine?”
“god, yes.” melissa nods. “thank you.”
later, you’ll blame it on said wine, how easy it feels from then on, how fast all three of you slip back into old, highschool day dynamics.
while shauna returns to the kitchen to check on the food, melissa takes your apartment in. you & shauna have been living here for a while now, but with all the years that have passed since she’d last visited, it’s melissa’s first time seeing it in person. “nice place,” she compliments, and slips her coat off.
from the kitchen, shauna curses, having managed to burn the garlic bread, judging by the sound of it. “she still can’t cook, huh?” melissa grins, eyes tracking down the sound.
having long since grown used to shauna’s kitchen escapades, you only shrug. “believe it or not, mel,” you take her coat to hang it on the rack. “some things never change. how’s the garlic bread, baby?“
shauna doesn’t answer, but melissa tilts her head. “you’d think she’d have learned. she’s a novelist now, isn’t she? doesn’t that require, like, patience?”
it makes you smile, the mention of shauna’s occupation. after all the years of working her ass off at brown on a degree, only to then work her ass off some more on her first manuscript, you’re at least as proud as she is for making it to the bestselling list before thirty. every mention of shauna shipman, the novelist, fills you with pride.
“oh, she is patient,” you glance back to the kitchen, the source of more cursing filling the room. “just not with anything that involves our oven, i guess.”
melissa snorts. “good to know that stayed the same, then.”
shauna, speaking of the devil, reappears in the living room with her own glass of wine in hand. “i heard that.” she bumps your shoulder as she passes to sit beside melissa, the couch dipping under the shared weight of the two women.
“hey,” melissa lifts her free hand in surrender. “as long as the good garlic bread survived...”
“it didn’t.” shauna deadpans, taking a sip.
the three of you arrange yourselves on the l-shaped couch, with you tucked into the corner, and shauna between you & melissa. it’s strange, having the woman you’ve only ever seen in press shots from europe sitting in your living room. the same girl who used to trip over her own cleats, back then, who blushed under too much attention. catching yourself staring, you glance away. melissa is oblivious to your overeager gawking, anyway, too busy taking in your home still. “you’ve really made this place your own, huh?”
shauna follows the trail melissa’s eyes have taken across the room. “it took us a while,” she begins, recalling the events that led you to the current place, the third in your history of shared apartments since getting married.
“we moved in right after her first book deal,” you chime in.
“when things still felt all…new, and big, you know?” shauna chuckles.
“hey, they still do!” you add, elbowing your wife’s arm. “and compared to that shoebox we had in providence…”
melissa laughs, easily finding her way into the conversation. “the one with all the crooked lamps? didn’t y/n once tell me you always hit your head on one?”
“oh god,” shauna groans while you giggle, remembering your time in providence, when melissa had just gone abroad, and shauna would constantly hit her head on the one right above the dinner table whenever she got up. “i did that once!”
“three times, baby,” you correct gently, a reassuring hand to her thigh.
“anyway,” you roll your eyes and sip your wine. “this place is the first time we’ve both had our own space. after living with a writer for so long, you really come to appreciate personal space.”
“come on, it’s wasn’t that bad!” shauna protests.
“writers are like that, isn’t that what they say?” offers melissa. “organized messes, or whatever?”
you wouldn’t exactly describe never having a single free surface to set your own stuff down, because shauna was always occupying everything with notes and journals and manuscripts, as an ‘organized mess’, but your wife points at melissa in agreement. “thank you. finally, someone gets it.”
you shake your head. “don’t encourage her, mel!”
melissa leans back, calmer now that the first round of playful banter has passed, and slings an arm over the back of the couch. “seriously, it suits you both,” she says. “i like it.”
shauna exchanges a small look with you before saying: “we tried to make it comfortable.”
melissa nods. “you did good.” she lifts her glass. “so, to your place, then. and to finally seeing you guys again.”
your dinner is served without garlic bread, but shauna’s pasta more than makes up for the absence, and, between courses, the three of you fall into easier conversation, about the apartment, work, melissa’s life abroad, and coming back home.
“unlike any of us,” shauna says at one point, pouring melissa’s glass as she speaks. “you actually did it. you went full pro.”
melissa nods around a forkful. “i mean-” she swallows, and quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “you’ve probably heard it all by now: new jersey first, then two years in germany.” she chuckles. “before you ask: i only know barely enough german to place orders and yell at the refs, but that’s about it.”
as she talks, your focus wavers from the words she’s saying to literally everything else about melissa, and it’s honestly embarrassing how little control you have over that: her hands move when she talks, bigger gestures than you remember, confident ones, and there’s a small scar near her thumb you’re sure wasn’t there before. you noticed it already, back in the doorway, but the longer you look, the more aware you are of how much broader melissa has become, like it took a few years for her to grow into her own body.
across the table, you’re surprised (if not slightly alarmed) to find shauna in a similar state, listening with her chin propped on her hand as melissa goes on and on about the clubs she played for. it’s a look normally reserved for you, and you’d tease her about it, if it weren’t currently giving you heart palpitations to watch your wife give it to someone else.
you still nod in the right places, careful to at least play the attentive part, even as your attention gets snagged on all the other details, like the flex of melissa’s fingers around the wine bottle or the proud curve of her mouth when she says ‘we actually won nationals last year, that reminded me of the good old days.’
back in senior year, she was all knees and elbows, hidden under a backwards hat passed down by her older brother, and now…now, this.
you’d sit together on the bench sometimes, with the other jv girls, and she’d ask you a bunch of dumb questions (questions melissa already knew the answers to), just to have something to talk about, to keep you talking. later, on the drive home, shauna would tease you about “the hat girl being interested in you,” which you’d brushed off at the time.
only now, you’re wondering if maybe your wife (girlfriend, then) had a point in that assumption, considering you, too, would ask stupid questions, just to keep melissa talking to the two of you. because now she is this, whatever this calm, striking grown woman version of her is, holding both yours & shauna’s attention as she talks on.
“you’re writing again, though,” melissa says after a while, in an attempt to steer the conversation away from herself. “that’s pretty big too, isn’t it?”
“big is generous.” shauna shrugs. “it’s mostly essays & short pieces, for the time being.”
“she’s underselling it,” you blurt, out of reflex more than anything. “she’s working on a new manuscript.”
shauna shoots you a look, but melissa’s eyes widen. “seriously? shauna, that’s amazing!”
hearing her say your wife’s name does something funny to your stomach, and you drown it out by gulping down your wine. in the meantime, shauna waves it off. “it’s early days.”
“still,” melissa says, leaning back in her chair so that her legs brush yours under the table. “you did something with it, with all of it.”
it is easy for a while, the catching up.
given how many years have passed, there’s enough to fill melissa in on, and it’ll take time to truly run out of things to talk about. what you cannot help but notice is that small yet constant buzz in your chest, though, especially prominent when melissa holds your gaze until you’re the one to break, brushing hair behind your ears nervously.
melissa laughs more than she used to, which is yet another thing you notice. she used to hold it back, as if she was embarrassed by her own voice, whereas now, it comes out unguarded, big, to a point where her shoulders shake.
how easy it was to like her, then. how impossible it was to think about liking anyone who wasn’t shauna. shauna, who’s watching melissa too, and has been, all evening.
it doesn’t seem like melissa notices. or if she does, she’s doing a good job pretending not to, sitting comfortably as she announces: “god, i missed this.” her gaze flicks between you & shauna fondly. “spending time with you two, i mean. it’s really been too long.”
when shauna smiles, it is so not-shauna you struggle not to choke on your wine. your wife, of all people, looks shy when she speaks: “we missed you too.” she smiles. “more than we realized.”
you swallow, unable to even nod or show your agreement as melissa’s eyes linger on you, silently licking wine from her lips. maybe you’re imagining this. you must be imagining it, in all honesty, because this cannot be happening, can it? though, if you are really only reading into this, shauna’s sharp inhale beside you suggests she’s doing it too.
then melissa leans forward, elbows on the table, and the moment passes. “i’m really glad you invited me over tonight.”
it shouldn’t sound as intimate as it does, coming from her mouth. absently, too caught up in this woman melissa has somehow grown up to be, you feel shauna’s foot brush your ankle under the table. you know your wife too well to miss the acknowledgment: a wordless you feel that too, right?’ she can’t exactly blurt out for melissa to hear. despite not being able to verbally tell her, either, you push your ankle back into the touch.
after dinner, the three of you move back to the living room, getting comfortable on the couch once more. you curl up with your legs tucked under you, melissa sits on the floor with her back against the coffee table & shauna stretches out next to you, her feet resting near mel’s shoulder. from this angle, you can watch the exposed line of her throat whenever she tips her head back and laughs, a frequent occurrence with the wine bottle empty, already replaced by a half finished new one. your wife, too, has reached a point of tipsiness where she’s getting giddy, laughing even at melissa’s bad jokes, long before the clock strikes midnight.
“you never told us what you’re working on next, mel?” shauna asks, swirling what’s left in her glass.
“it’s off-season training for now.” melissa merely shrugs. “but i’m thinking of coaching in a few years.”
feeling bold you say: “you’d be good at that, i think.”
she glances over at you appreciatively. “you think?”
“yes. you were always…” you wave your hand loosely in the air. “good with people.”
shauna seems to be feeling like complimenting her as well, joining in to say: “we’re proud of you, you know?”
melissa looks down at her feet on the carpet, her cheeks reddening under the lights of the christmas tree. all three of you fall into that simultaneous silence, a break in the conversation, with this sudden tension hanging over you. you fumble with the edge of one of the pillows. so much for not running out of things to talk about, then.
shauna, bless her, stands in an attempt to put an end to the sudden awkwardness. “dessert!” she announces, which is funny, because, as far as you know, there isn’t even any.
“we have dessert?” you look up, confused, but, once met with your wife’s stern look, immediately scramble to your feet.“dessert. right. yeah.”
melissa (somehow oblivious still, thank god) waves her glass. “don’t let me stop you. i’ll just sit here and..admire your tree.”
shauna nods and pulls you along into the kitchen, where she sets down the empty bottle before leaning back against the counter, her breathing slightly uneven. “there’s no dessert,” you hiss quietly, glancing over your shoulder to make sure melissa hasn’t followed.
“i know.” shauna runs a hand through her hair and sighs. “listen, this is…stupid. but i need to ask you something, and i don’t know how to make it not sound weird.”
“we’ve been married for five years, shauna. you can just say the weird thing.”
“are you-” she begins, then promptly stalls. “do you-” another pause, longer this time. shauna closes her eyes and forces the words out: “is it just me, or is she-”
“hot?” you finish, hoping to god or whatever other divine powers there might be that’s where she was headed and that you didn’t just casually introduce the next challenge in your marriage.
shauna smiles, reluctant albeit seemingly relieved. “i was going to say ‘different,’ but sure, uhm, that too.”
“jesus.” you let out a helpless laugh, too loud and probably echoing all the way back to the living room, where you can hear the muffled sound of the tv melissa must’ve turned on. at least you & your wife are on the same page, you think, whatever that might mean.
shauna presses her thumb against the stem of the glass. “i know.”
“how do you even say that out loud? like, hey, honey, our old teammate got hot, can you see?”
she snorts. “well you just did, so..”
you meet her eyes, and you both break into a little fit of laughter, and you, not for the first time, feel grateful for having married a woman who lets you have these conversations with her while still being easy around one another. eventually, shauna sobers and asks: “you’re not uncomfortable, then?”
“i don’t want to make you,” she says. “it’s just- these things…well, you noticing them too helps, actually. makes me feel less-”
“yeah.” shauna exhales a deep breath.
you think about melissa again, waiting for you in the living room. the turn this evening took isn’t one you’d expected, and certainly not one you know how to deal with, but in hindsight, perhaps it isn’t all that surprising, that this is what things between the three of you have come down to.
you remember not only the clumsy interactions, and melissa’s not so subtle attempt to hide what you suppose were either proper feelings or, at the very least, poorly hidden interest, but also interactions you have, up until then, suppressed out of sheer embarrassment: the day, for instance, mel walked in on you in the locker rooms, striding right in with shauna’s hand down your pants. god knows how long she stood there, flushed crimson yet watching, before knocking over the trash can by the door and forcing you and shauna apart.
maybe this has been a long time coming, after all.
for the first time, you find yourself smiling at the memory. “do you remember that time melissa caught us before the semi-final?”
“the locker room?” so shauna remembers, too. “she looked like she was about to faint that day.”
“she apologized for, like, a week after,” you nod, unable to keep yourself from chuckling. “also she wouldn’t make eye contact with us. i honestly thought she hated me!”
shauna cocks her head and, taking you in from where she stands, she somehow musters up the sheer audacity to tease: “you liked that, didn’t you?”
you can feel your cheeks burning, and barely manage to stutter out the next words. “i- uh- well back then didn’t- maybe?”
“show-off.” her hand brushes yours on the counter. “so...what now?”
“i don’t know,” you admit. this isn’t something you ever expected to be talking about, not with your wife and the other woman in question still in your living room. hell, you’re not even sure how these things are supposed to work, or how melissa feels (though the way she’s been looking at you both all night speaks volumes, and besides, knowing your wife is down means one awkward conversation less, later on). “nothing, maybe. we could…try and be normal. let the night do what it does?”
“and if it does something?” shauna presses. the implication, surreal as it is, is clearly there, making your heart race a mile a minute the longer you let yourself consider it.
“then we can still tap out.”
“okay,” shauna nods. “okay.”
and it doesn’t take long. for the night to do its thing, that is. you & shauna walk back into the living room together, calmer, now that you both have an agreement: whatever you might do, or say, or feel, she’s right there with you. melissa, who has taken your spot on the couch, looks up when she hears you reappear, and quickly flicks the tv off. “hey. uh. did you find the…dessert?”
“we ran out,” shauna manages to sound maddeningly neutral as she sinks into the cushions and pats the little space between her & melissa for you to join.
and join them you do, settling in, bracketed by the press of their thighs against yours on either side. “is everything okay?” melissa asks. she is audibly trying to keep the mood light, but you don’t miss the uncertain glances she keeps shooting your way.
shauna folds one leg under herself comfortably, much calmer than she was before, even in this newfound proximity. “yeah,” she says. “everything’s good.”
melissa nods, but doesn’t look the slightest bit convinced. “did i-” she begins, but stops under your scrutiny. it seems that is has her turning right back into her highschool self, minus the hat, maybe. “did i say something weird? at dinner?”
so you weren’t imagining it, then, if melissa herself now regrets being too forward back there. “god, no.” you reassure quickly.
shauna, watching the exchange between you, reaches forward for the corkscrew on the table at the same moment melissa leans back, and the simultaneous movement has their arms brushing together. as brief as the contact is, melissa inhales like she’s been burned, and yeah, you’ll have to agree: your wife is hot, but not that hot.
unlike melissa, who sits up rigidly straight, shauna, to her credit, doesn’t even flinch. “melissa,” she says. “you need to breathe.”
judging by the looks of it, she does the opposite and stops altogether, her wide eyes darting back & forth between you. “sorry,” she stammers. “i should- i don’t know, scoot over or-”
“why?” shauna asks calmly. “you’re fine.”
you see melissa’s throat work as she swallows, the gears in her head turning. “shauna…”
“what?” your wife prompts, boldly setting a hand down on melissa’s knee. “mel, it’s okay.”
melissa exhales shakily and looks down at the weight resting on her leg. the way her thighs spread a little doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you. “i don’t- i don’t understand what’s happening.”
shauna shares a brief glance with you, snapping you out of the trance that the sight of your wife, touching another woman, had you under. it is nothing obscene yet, and still she checks in, waits for the tiniest nod from you before turning her full attention back to melissa. “i think you do,” she says.
“shauna…” melissa’s voice cracks. “i shouldn’t be- god, i swear didn’t come here to-”
she might not have come here for this, but you sure as hell hope she’ll stay for it, and so, before melissa can spiral any further, you touch her arm, and she turns to face you. “listen, mel,” you speak gently. “you didn’t do anything wrong,”
“you don’t- shauna!” melissa helplessly gestures over at your wife, who is watching with a curious expression on her face. “i’ve been…” she tries again. “weird, all night. i didn’t mean to be, i swear, but…seeing you again and- and you- i didn’t think it would feel like-”
“it’s okay,” shauna says, steering her back from the edge. “to feel whatever you’re feeling.”
“i don’t want to accidentally mess anything up.” melissa blushes. “you guys are- you’re married. i’m not trying to cross any lines here.”
“you haven’t,” you feel your pulse spike at how casually, how confidently your wife says it. melissa looks equally as dazed. “i don’t understand,” she whispers.
over melissa’s shoulder, shauna’s gaze finds yours again, and she gives you a nod of confirmation. you take it upon yourself to gently reach for her cheek, cradling her face. “melissa,” you murmur. “look at me.” she obeys, letting you see every internal battle going on behind her eyes: from the fear, to the disbelief, to the sheer want. it’s how she used to look at you in highschool, though you never let yourself see it clearly at the time. “we’re okay,” you tell her. “shauna and i, we talked.”
“about you,” shauna answers.
melissa’s lips part, but she’s stunned into silence, and it takes her a moment to find her voice again. “why?” she croaks, at last.
“we see you, melissa” you say softly. and it’s true, even more so now that you’ve actually put it into words: you have seen her, since she walked in through the door. you’ve seen her every time her eyes dropped to your mouth over dinner. you’ve seen her look, at both you and shauna, the way you only ever look at one another. “you can tell us if you want something.”
“i- i don’t know how to say it.” from up close, her lips tremble, and melissa has to bite down on it to avoid letting a moan slip out as shauna leans in from behind.
it hits you suddenly that this is happening and that, even though none of you have any idea what you’re doing, it is something to be explored together.
the dam breaks when melissa turns back to you. much to all of your surprise, it is she who makes the first move, perhaps driven by the sheer want with which she had already entered your apartment earlier in the evening; a want she’d been keeping at bay since graduation. “are you sure,” melissa murmurs, close enough that you feel the heat of every word she says, puffing against your cheeks, “that i can want this?”
“yeah,” you breathe, right against her lips. “you can.”
it is all the permission melissa needs. she leans in, hesitant at first, as if awaiting rejection, then more confident once your lips touch and you don’t lean back or push her off, and shauna doesn’t intervene.
you inhale sharply. since highschool, you’ve never kissed anyone but shauna. you didn’t even realize how much intimacy comes from unfamiliarity, until the shape of the mouth on yours isn’t your wife’s, and its motions aren’t as easy to predict. there are no memories to rely on, making you feel oddly exposed to the different sensations: the taste of melissa, her skin slightly more chapped than shauna’s.
melissa pulls away to breathe, her forehead hovering close to yours, then repeats the movements. it still doesn’t feel like a proper kiss, the pressure only a little firmer than before, but leaving too much room, until you bury your hands in her hair and finally pull her in all the way.
as you surge forward so hungrily, you hear shauna gasp. when your lashes flutter open, you catch her watching over melissa’s shoulder, the wine glass clutched in her grip, knuckles pale around the stem. meanwhile, melissa slips her hand into the fine hairs at the nape of your neck, fingers curling there as her tongue glides into your mouth, and you’re pretty sure you hear your wife moan. spurred on, you kiss melissa back more fully, relishing in the wet sounds of your mouths meeting, how melissa sighs when you follow her lead.
“fuck,” shauna groans. her patience to keep her hands to herself, it turns out, has a limit. there’s the sound of glass meeting table behind you, set down with more force than necessary, and then a hand, wrapped around the back of melissa’s neck. she flinches as she's yanked back, away from the warmth of your mouth, afraid shauna has changed her mind until she comes face to face with her wanting gaze. before either of you can quite wrap your minds around your wife’s intentions, she pulls melissa into her lap to kiss you off her.
melissa lets herself be pulled, lips already parted as shauna claims the space you’d been occupying only seconds before. you can hear their teeth clanking, and you swear you see their tongues slide together, chasing whatever you left behind on melissa’s mouth while shauna runs her hands up her sides.
no wonder shauna was moaning, watching you kiss melissa. you feel like you could come in your pants just from looking at the pair, hungrily making out. only the idea of what you’re seeing, that your wife is getting a taste of another woman’s tongue, shoots warmth down between your legs, where it pools in the crotch of your panties.
you sit back and watch shauna’s touch roam all over melissa’s body, squeezing her waist, her chest, her back, knuckles bulging under the fabric of her sweater as shauna grabs it and pulls it up, up, up, and you kind of black out for a second there, when melissa’s back is revealed to you, toned from the years of training.
shauna might get the front, the swell of melissa’s breasts under her hands, still hidden by a plain black bra, but you get to see her back arch when your wife touches her, as the two of them continue to kiss. occasional gasps fill the air when shauna’s thumbs swipe over her cloth-covered nipples, but eventually, they part and turn back to you together.
you can feel their attention on you long before aynone moves, their pull drawing you in without another word.
two pairs of hands roam over your body as they take their places beside you; shauna’s familiar & confident, knowing every point of you and settling for your hips, whereas melissa is still rather hesitant, tracing small circles over your ribs with her thumbs. your wife leaves her to it, letting melissa have her fun exploring the unfamiliar curves of your body as she crawls her way up and kisses your mouth.
the contrast between melissa’s fingers, kneading your breasts, and shauna’s teeth tugging at your bottom lip makes your head spin, and your eyes roll back in your head. you hear yourself make a sound you’ve never heard from your own mouth, attempting to arch into the shared attention as your shirt comes off, and shauna unbuckles your belt before peeling your pants down your legs and discarding them somewhere on the living room floor. shivers ripple through down your spine, left in nothing but your underwear now.
had you known this would happen, you would’ve picked nicer underwear, not the mismatched pair that comes into view. neither of the women looks like they mind much, though: shauna has seen you in various stages of undress, and has never not shown you her appreciation, and melissa just stares at you with an awed expression on her face. “god,” she bites her lip. “you’re so…” her palms move over your hips, up to the dip of your waist, where she gives you a small squeeze.
shauna rests her hand on melissa’s shoulder from behind. “stay with her for a second.” she instructs. “i’ll be right back.”
melissa freezes and blinks, surprised to see shauna standing and brushing the pad of her thumb across your cheek in passing before she disappears down the hallway, toward your bedroom. more heat shoots south, thinking of all the things stored away in your bedside table that she could potentially be getting.
melissa watches her go, then looks back at you nervously. “did i- is she-?”
“she’s okay,” you murmur, tilting her face gently with your hands. your thumbs trace the curve of her cheekbones, fingertips brushing along the soft skin below her jaw. “she’s just getting something.”
melissa swallows and her jaw flexes under your palm. “something…?”
not knowing what exactly shauna has planned, you only answer “you’ll see,” before pulling her close again. melissa settles against you, the denim of her jeans brushing your bare knees as she leans over and lazily kisses your mouth. the warmth of her half-naked body presses you into the couch cushions, her palms holding her own weight upright on either side of your head.
“fuck,” melissa murmurs, shy again, without shauna here to grant permission. “i can’t believe you’re- letting me touch you.”
“i want you to,” you whisper between kisses, letting your hands move down her sides. “i always-” but here, you stop yourself. all three of you are new to this, and maybe a confession like that would be pushing things further than melissa is comfortable with.
before you can think of an answer, footsteps return and save you from the moment. shauna reappears in the doorway, holding exactly what you were hoping she’d get: the leather harness dangles from her fingers, your favorite dildo already attached to the ring at its center. even with melissa’s eyes getting comically larger as she, too, realizes, your wife doesn’t say a word as she walks back over to the couch.
she sits down next to you, and places the harness across melissa’s lap, letting her get a good look at it. “i know what she wants tonight,” she tells her, a hand stroking along melissa’s arm.
you honest to god forget how to breathe for a hot second there, as shauna’s plan sinks in. melissa looks at you first, searching for any doubts she will certainly not find in your eyes, then back at shauna. “you’ll make her feel so good,” she murmurs encouragingly. “let me see you make her feel good.”
your heart is hammering so hard in your chest, you’re surprised they don’t hear it racing at the prospect of what they’ll do to you. at least shauna seems to sense it, to some extent, as she squeezes your thigh soothingly. “is that okay..?”
you and melissa nod in unison, and a satisfied smile flashes over shauna’s features. she settles onto the couch, shifting so you can kneel comfortably on all fours between her legs, your knees pressing into the carpeted floor. from there, you can sense the warmth at the apex of shauna’s thighs, proof that this isn’t leaving her unaffected either.
behind your back, you hear the scrape of leather, the metallic clink of buckles as melissa pulls the harness up her newly bared legs. it takes her a few moments of fumbling with the straps, the harness still adjusted to fit shauna’s thighs, rather than her own, but finally, she fastens the last buckle.
standing behind you now, it sits snug around melissa’s hips, hugging the line of her boxer shorts peeking from under the leather. given the lack of awkwardness she holds herself with (despite the dildo proudly standing between her legs), and the expertise with which melissa fastened the buckles, you can only assume this isn’t her first time wearing one of these, and your core gives a weak clench, knowing what’s to come.
shauna is watching too, her eyes set on melissa while her hands cup your cheeks. “take your time,” she tells her, both to calm her and to give you a chance to tap out, should you feel uncomfortable with what’s happening.
you adjust on your knees and turn your head, glancing over your shoulder to find melissa right behind you, kneeling on the floor with the silicone cock just shy of ghosting across your ass cheeks. “you’re doing fine,” you breathe, slowly starting to grow impatient. she’s so close to where you need her, where you’re soaking through the crotch of your panties for another woman.
shauna’s hand slides from your face down your backside, feeling up your ass for melissa to see. “she really is,” she tilts her head toward her, but addresses you when she says: “you should see her, baby. she’s glowing.”
“i- i am not,” melissa sputters.
“you so are,” shauna snickers, spreading you open and giving your ass a playful slap that has you squirming. “it’s cute, don’t worry.” whatever your wife sees flickering across melissa’s face, then, it is met with a reassuring smile. “now go on,” she murmurs. “she wants you to.”
melissa complies and reaches for the waistline of your panties. you hear the shake in her breath when she peels them down your legs, your drenched cunt on full display with how you’re positioned before her. you’re shaking a little too, though it is mostly from anticipation, and having shauna right in front of you helps you feel more grounded. she cradles your face with both palms, running the pads of her thumbs along your cheekbones to urge your gaze to settle on her.
to watch her watch you while you get fucked, you deliriously think.
“fuck,” melissa rasps. you tense as her fingers suddenly glide through your folds, but relax once they begin to run through you more expertly, gathering your slick on them. “she’s so wet.”
her free hand flexes around your hip, and shauna hums, nodding absently while watching your expression for discomfort. there is none, of course, only your lashes fluttering when melissa parts her index & middle fingers to form a v-shape and stroke your cunt, their tips catching your clit as they move upwards.
you really are wet: this repeated motion alone already draws obscene squelches from between your thighs that have your jaw going a little slack.
“just…tell me if i do anything wrong,” melissa murmurs, and withdraws her hand, right before you feel the tip of the strap (her cock), replacing it and probing your cunt. your hands brace on either side of shauna’s knees to hold yourself up when the touch sends your balance tipping forward, breath catching in your throat.
shauna’s expression mirrors yours, mouth agape as melissa makes sure the shaft is as coated in your arousal as her fingers are, running it through your slick folds a few times, for good measure.
“melissa,” you groan impatiently, and, knowing that you are more than ready to take it, wiggle your hips back.
shauna chuckles, siding, much to your dismay, with melissa. “patience, baby,” she gently scolds, and you’re about to give some bratty response about how she wouldn’t act all that different if it was her cunt against mel’s cock when, suddenly, she gives the first push and her tip catches on your entrance.
your jaw drops, a lewd whine slipping out when she slowly pushes her hips forward in a way that has the strap slipping past the initial stretch and inside. the feeling of the toy is familiar, from the countless times you had shauna use it on you; it’s the person behind it, the person about to fuck you, that’s new. and the fact that shauna is watching, perched above you to catch every single reaction you might have to melissa.
your head tips forward with a little groan. the slide seems fucking endless, and you’d forgotten the sheer size of the dildo that has not yet bottomed out. “so good,” shauna praises, stroking through your hair as you lie before them and take it. “taking that so well, baby, almost there.” she grabs your hand and holds it tight, and behind you, melissa lets out a noise between a groan & a moan, her fingers giving your waist a clutch of agreement.
finally, the strap slides all the way inside, the stretch somewhere right between pleasure & pain as your cunt clenches around it, already wanting to milk melissa dry. “please,” you gasp, as you try to move your hips along the shaft in an attempt to fuck yourself on her cock. “please, mel, please.”
“easy,” she groans and strokes along your back, holding you hips for leverage when she finally begins to move. to get started and let you adjust, melissa snaps her hips back & forth at a rather controlled pace, which still drives the cockhead right up against your g-spot and makes you arch your back for her.
you feel delirious under shauna’s gaze, crying out on every stroke that comes from behind. melissa doesn’t take long to find a rhythm that works and has you blindly reaching for your wife, fingers lacing together to ground you through all the different sensations. “good girl,” she continues to praise. “you’re such a good girl, taking melissa so so well.”
“f-fuck-“ you sputter, eyes rolling back in your head until you can no longer see shauna, or your living room, or melissa, or anything at all, except for the fucking stars exploding behind your eyelids, thanks to the pleasure erupting in your abdomen. like that, without needing to face them, you drop a hand between your thighs, locating your clit and rubbing it furiously, in time with melissa’s deep thrusts.
‘fuck me,’ is all you can think ‘fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,’ or perhaps you’re saying it out loud, too. it’s hard to tell when there’s so much happening all at once, making it nearly impossible to think.
you rock back into melissa, hard, her tip so wonderfully deep it has your jaw dropping for shauna to see, who runs the pad of her thumb along the outline of your mouth, your lips stretched around that silent scream. your walls flutter around the toy, its tip ramming into your cervix with every circle of your fingertips to your swollen clit & melissa’s thrusts.
“shauna,” you gasp, already feeling your orgasm build rapidly. “shauna, melissa- please-”
“yeah?” melissa rasps from behind, the sound of her thighs slapping to your ass echoing through the living room and drowning out her voice.
“mhm,” shauna nods. “she is, isn’t that right? are you gonna come for us?”
pleasure coils and coils, until it eventually explodes when shauna pulls you in for a messy kiss, and you come around the strap, buried inside you to the hilt. you ride it out on melissa, who gives slower thrusts as your cheek is smudged between shauna’s fingers, her lips still hungrily moving against your own.
by the time she slows down for good, until finally sitting motionless inside you, you’re heaving with it, trying to catch your breath again. “that’s it,” shauna soothes. “that’s it, you both did so well.”
dazed as you are, you can only huff out a surprised laugh against her knee, tensing when melissa wraps her fingers around her cock and gently pulls out before inevitably collapsing against you. “fuck,” she says, between kisses to your shoulder blade. “thank you, thank you so much.”
shauna sinks her fingers into her hair, stroking melissa equally as affectionately. you know there are conversations that need to be had about what this means, in the long run, and how you’re gonna act around one another once tomorrow comes. but for now, with melissa’s weight on your back and shauna sitting above you both, you sense that it is far from over.
— a/n: i was a bit busy today and couldn’t properly beta read or edit this, so my apologies for the rather short sex scene & any other errors 😭😭 but i can absolutely see myself writing a sequel if anyone is interested (one that would, unlike this fic, definitely have way more porn than plot!!). also yes, making melissa play soccer for a german team was just me being a german women’s soccer fangirl. SUE ME!!
