It’s been a while.
In her heart, Bridget knows that’s just an excuse. She knows it doesn’t salve the shame she feels for what she’s doing with Jade’s daughters, despite their apparent willingness to do so and the coercion on the part of Amelia. But she’s the adult here; she’s supposed to have willpower to resist. The fact that Jade’s new job means that they don’t get to have sex nearly as often is not a reason to stray, and she knows it.
That said, god is it nice to actually get back to it.
Jade definitely seems aware of the drought and determined to make it up to her, if her brand new outfit for tonight is anything to go by. The skimpy black lace bra and panties she wears leave little to the imagination, the top straining to hold in her ample breasts and the material itself doing next to nothing to conceal her nipples or the dark thatch of her pubic hair. Combined with the pale silk dressing gown, open in the front, framing the entire picture, it’s one of the most beautiful sights Bridget has ever seen.
She lies back on the bed, nude but in no hurry, satisfied to let Jade put on a show for her, as Bridget knows she loves to do. Her wife pads up to the bed like a panther, desire smouldering in her gaze.
“I’ve missed you,” Jade purrs as she climbs up the foot of the bed and begins to crawl up towards her. “I’m sorry the new job has been keeping me so busy. I hope you’re not too lonely.” She licks her lips delicately, her tongue shy and pink.
Bridget thinks guiltily of the encounters that have been keeping her from being lonely. Jade must never find out. She runs a gentle hand through her wife’s hair once she’s close enough, stroking her gently and putting an arm around her, encouraging her down to lie by her side. They need not rush into anything. They’ve got all night. The girls are off for a rare night with their aunt and uncle, including Amelia, though she’d protested the exile. There’s time for tenderness and bonding; she’s missed that at least as much as the sex.
Jade obligingly stretches out along her side, pressed against her, her hand idly tracing the lines of Bridget’s bosom, face pressed into the juncture between Bridget’s neck and shoulder. Bridget can feel her breasts soft against her side, but she tries not to let it get her too excited yet.
She almost starts with, “How was your day at work?” But she doesn’t want to talk about that. It’ll definitely ruin the mood for her, if not for Jade. Instead she goes back to stroking her wife’s hair. “Do you remember when we first met?” she asks instead.
Jade chuckles. “Your little uniform, selling T-shirts at that tacky store by the pier. You were such a dork.” She peppers a light kiss to Bridget's skin on the side of her neck.
“Hey,” Bridget protests, “they made us wear that uniform! I didn’t have a choice.”
“It wasn’t the uniform that made you a dork,” Jade counters, eyes sparkling. “You were so tongue-tied around me. It was adorable. Didn’t you knock over some kind of display rack when you first saw me?”
“A key-chain stand,” Bridget reminisces, running an easy hand up and down Jade's side. “It was a pain in the ass to re-stock, too, because each individual ring had to go on the right peg and there were so many of them.” She grins down at Jade. “I couldn’t help it. You were so amazingly beautiful. I felt like such a peasant, a grown woman in a dead-end job for teenagers. And then here’s this badass, gorgeous business mogul, clearly got her shit together, just striding into the shop, looking untouchable. I was spellbound. I wanted you so bad, like nothing I'd ever felt before.”
Jade giggles. "In retrospect, we probably should have gotten to know each other a bit before sneaking off to a public restroom together. You knew next to nothing about me. Not even about the kids. Probably not the most polite to put someone's dick in your mouth before you've even asked their last name."
Bridget smiles fondly at the memory. "Nah, I knew right away you were the one for me. One conversation and I was smitten."
Jade grins and wriggles her way out from under Bridget’s arm, sitting up and moving to straddle her legs over Bridget’s hips, gazing down at her like a goddess surveying her domain. “And now?” she asks.
Bridget places a proprietary hand on either side of Jade’s hips, enjoying how large they look on her wife’s slim waist. “You only get more beautiful every day. I didn’t think it was possible. I’m helpless.”
Jade reaches down and puts a hand on each of Bridget’s breasts, squeezing them. “Oh, helpless is hardly the word I’d use,” she teases. She rubs her crotch against Bridget’s burgeoning hardness, only the thin fabric of her lingerie between them, a strip barely wide enough to cover her genitalia. Through the lace, Bridget can feel that she’s already dripping wet.
As she grinds down, Jade slowly, teasingly lowers her robe, revealing her creamy pale shoulders and the lovely lines of her torso. Bridget drinks in the sight eagerly. She truly has missed this. Jade’s movements have already gotten her rock-hard; her cock quivers in anticipation of what’s to come.
Placing the robe finally to one side, Jade reaches for the strap of her bra, but Bridget stops her with a light hand on her wrist. “Leave it,” she instructs. “You look so good in it. Let me fuck you with it on.”
Jade smirks. “Oh? I can leave the panties on too, if you’re enjoying them.”
Before Bridget can fully process the suggestion, Jade has lifted herself up onto her knees. With one hand she grabs the criminally thin strip of fabric covering her nethers and easily pulls it to one side, revealing the treasure beneath. She presses her lips together cutely in concentration as she grabs Bridget’s dick in her other hand, angling it carefully to her entrance.
Then, with a single, smooth slide, she sits down on it.
Bridget groans as her wife’s body parts for her, sheathing her like a sword. Her warm, wet pussy eagerly swallows down Bridget’s cock in a greedy gulp, welcoming it in. This is Jade’s favorite position; riding her slowly and deliberately, completely in control of their mutual pleasure. They’ve never done it with lingerie on before though; Bridget drools at the sight of Jade’s new panties twisted to the side to allow her entrance, the fabric stretched around the point of their joining.
Jade begins to move, her usual possessive strokes as she slowly and steadily rocks herself up and down on Bridget’s cock. She’s a beautiful sight as always. Bridget could watch her do this all day. She loves that she’s the only one who gets to see her like this.
The thought strikes an uncomfortable note as her brain draws the connection to memories of Amelia. After their second encounter, when Amelia had decided to bring her sister into all this, Bridget had finally realized that the girl must have some kind of hidden camera in the room. She’d torn the place apart to find it, eventually locating the slim recording device between two books on their bookshelf, visible only if you already knew what you were looking for. She’d ripped the thing out in a rage and gotten rid of it, but given that it was definitely too small to have any kind of digital storage, she knows that Amelia must still have the footage somewhere. She’s undoubtedly watched Bridget and Jade do this before, who knows how many times.
It leaves a sour note that she doesn’t much care for. She tries to ignore the thought and focus on the much more pleasant immediate reality, on the soft slide of Jade as she works herself up and down on the rod of Bridget’s cock.
As reassurance, Bridget turns her head to the side and lets her eyes drift over to the bookshelf where she’d removed the spy camera.
Only for her blood to run cold.
It’s back. You wouldn’t know it unless you’d seen the way it looked originally, but even from here Bridget can make out the thin black line of separation between the two books where the camera is once again hidden. Son of a bitch. Rage fills Bridget’s body. Amelia must have snuck back in and placed another one! How dare she! Her fingers tighten on her wife’s thighs, making Jade moan.
“You impatient tonight, love?” Jade murmurs, completely unaware of the fact that they’re being recorded.
“N-not exactly,” Bridget hedges, her mind racing. She can’t get up and remove the camera now, not without tipping Jade off about what’s happening. And her brain is too fogged with arousal to think of a good excuse to stop the encounter mid-stride. She’s not sure she wants to, anyway. Getting to have sex with Jade is so rare these days; who knows when she’ll get another chance?
“Here,” she improvises, trying to think fast, “I could use having my shoulders a little flatter. Some neck pain, you know how it is. Let’s just...” Holding Jade still on top of her, she manages to slide around on the bed until Jade’s back is facing the camera, effectively hiding both of their faces from view. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than the alternative.
It’s not until Jade leans forward that Bridget realizes her mistake. It may hide their faces and tops, but as Jade bends down and presses their breasts together, it points her ass and the details of her penetration directly at the camera, giving Amelia, wherever she is, a close-up view of the way her stepmother’s cock slides in and out of her mother’s eager hole and the panties stretched around it.
Bridget can’t move them again without suspicion; all she can do is wait out the encounter, her nerves utterly on edge with the knowledge that Amelia could be watching them at this very moment. It keeps her tense enough that she doesn’t come for the entire time that Jade rides her, rock hard and full of adrenaline until Jade finally climaxes around her some twenty minutes later.
She feels Jade’s inner muscles pulse and clench around her cock, dragging it as deep inside as she can, her hips vibrating with the shock of her orgasm. Jade sits and pants around her still-hard cock for several long moments afterwards, getting her breath back.
When she pulls off, she looks in surprise at the remaining spike of Bridget’s erection. “Well now,” she says warmly, “I was sure that I’d outlast you, given how long it’s been. Come on now Darling, let go for me.”
So saying, she dismounts from Bridget’s hips, turning herself perpendicular to her wife’s body, wraps her hair around one hand to hold it out of the way, and lowers her mouth down onto the cock she so recently vacated.
Bridget makes a strangled sound, her hand automatically coming up to her wife’s head. This too, is directly on camera, closer to the lens now than it would have been before, lovingly capturing the way Jade’s lips part around the phallus, the bulge of it in her cheek and eventually her throat as she swallows it down, sucking eagerly.
Bridget feels torn in half, uncertain how to react. She doesn’t want to come, knowing that Amelia’s watching, but there’s a certain perverse pleasure in it too, in knowing that Amelia knows that Bridget has Jade all to herself. Her hand tightens slightly in Jade’s hair.
Humming, Jade continues at her task without interruption even as she caresses a hand up Bridget’s thigh. She is gentle but without hesitation as she slides her fingers up, up, up, until she can slip a pair delicately inside Bridget’s own vag, just under her balls. Bridget groans once again, tightening involuntarily around the digits.
Bridget truly does feel helpless. Between the simultaneous attack on both sets of her genitalia at once, she is a slave to the pleasure seizing her body. Her best hope might be to just ignore the camera and try to get this over with as quickly as she can.
Wanting to reciprocate, she reaches around to Jade’s thigh, pulling at the woman until her bottom half is angled more towards her. Then she reaches a large hand beneath the panties and slips her own, larger fingers inside Jade in reciprocation. Her hole is sloppy wet and loose from her orgasm, and accepts them easily.
Jade limits the bobbing of her head slightly so as to not move too vigorously and dislodge the fingers, but she manages to maintain her ministrations admirably. Her throat clenches rhythmically around Bridget’s cock for long moments at a time, released only so she can come up for air, licking on the head and sucking it for a bit before diving back down.
Her fingers well and truly slicked, Bridget draws them back out of Jade’s pussy and slides them higher up under the lace panties to her other hole. Jade doesn’t particularly like being penetrated anally, but she does enjoy having her asshole played with. With a firm, slick pressure, Bridget idly massages the ring of muscle, drawing a low, pleased moan from her wife’s throat that vibrates up the length of her embedded cock.
“Fuck,” Bridget can’t help but mutter. Jade adds two more fingers easily, thrusting the spade of her hand into Bridget’s hole in steadily harder and harder jabs. Bridget bites her lip, her attention pinging back and forth between the sensations surrounding her cock and the feeling of penetration. This too, is on display, she knows: the best possible view of it, facing the camera directly.
She knows what’s coming next. Jade has a wicked streak in her, and she knows well what Bridget can take. She tries to focus on the pleasure, to race towards her orgasm before it can be shown on camera, but she’s not close enough: Jade pulls out her fingers and inserts her entire hand, sliding it into Bridget well past the wrist and beginning to fuck her with it even as she continues to swallow around her.
Bridget clenches her jaw. She changes the angle of her hand so she can continue to massage Jade’s asshole with her thumb while two other fingers slip back into her primary passage. Jade murmurs at this as Bridget begins to thrust them in and out of her. She starts to whimper, a series of high-pitched little mewls that Bridget knows from experience means she’s getting close to another orgasm.
She continues her motions a little longer, her brain going fuzzy with the intensity of feeling Jade’s arm sliding in and out of her and her throat clenching again and again as she swallows. Then, sensing Jade is closing in on her second climax, she switches her hand position once again, popping her thumb into her wife’s wet pussy while the other fingers curl around to stroke and play with her clit.
Jade’s back arches and she comes with a keen, her hand stilling inside Bridget and her throat spasming convulsively around her cock in rapid bursts. The rapid tightening brings Bridget to the edge as well, and she finally comes helplessly down her wife’s throat, feeding her her seed.
As soon as they’re both done panting and blinking the stars out of their eyes enough to move once more, Bridget re-arranges them once again on the bed, moving away from the camera and pulling up the blankets over them, hiding their naked bodies from view as much as she can.
“Damn,” Jade says as she cuddles once more against her side. “And here I was worried we might get out of practice.”
Bridget strokes her hair gently. Her eyes flicker to the camera lens lurking on the bookshelf, wondering about the eyes that lie on the other side of it.
She kisses the top of Jade’s head. If Amelia is watching, let her see the affection. Let her know that Bridget’s first loyalty is and always will be to Jade, no matter what she says or does.
“It’s fresh every time,” she murmurs in a low voice. She’s not sure if the camera picks up sound, or video only. She tries to stay quiet enough to avoid being picked up just in case. “I could do this with you a thousand times and it wouldn’t get old.”
“Flatterer,” Jade murmurs, and stretches up to kiss her lips softly. Then she nestles back into the crook of her neck happily. “I feel the same way, though. Love you.”
Bridget’s arm tightens around her as guilt tightens in her chest. “Love you too.”