Domesticated

Tags: Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Submissive, FM, MFF, Oral, Anal, Frustration, Belonging, Threesome

I can hear Luisa from inside the house as I clean the kitchen. They have music on out by the pool, old-school disco. It's not loud enough to cover the sounds she's making. Neither of them would be bothered in the slightest though - in fact I know she particularly likes me to hear them.

Luisa has been my closest friend since college. I love her dearly, but she's a wild child. A spoiled rich kid, honestly. But that wild side is intoxicating to be around. More than a few times she's dragged me along on one of her mad schemes - generally involving guys, parties, or just avoiding what most people would describe as "real life".

It's easy to get caught up in her whirlwind. She has a way of persuading people to do what she wants. When her parents cut her allowance in half I had to research FansOnly earnings, just to dissuade her from setting us up with a joint account. More often than not though she gets her own way.

Her mother came to her with a much more sensible proposal - taking care of a villa, for a family friend who was rarely there. Not great pay, but use of all the facilities. "It'll be like your own private hotel." her mother had said, and I think that's what sold the idea to Luisa.

We've been doing that for the last 5 months.

There's little work to do to be honest, and we were mostly just tidying up after ourselves. For the first few weeks we'd clean and tidy together, and then spend the afternoon sunbathing by their pool. It's a beautiful villa, with gardens and space all around. It's very tranquil here during the day, and cosy in the evenings. We took to staying in the villa some nights, and sampling the local nightlife.

Somewhere along the way Luisa started spending more time sunbathing and swimming than she did working. But it's such light work that I didn't actually mind, and my paler skin couldn't handle that much sun anyway.

And then Filipe arrived. His parents own the villa. He stayed a couple of nights and then left again - off to wherever he normally calls home. Luisa and Filipe hit it off immediately. They're quite similar characters. Both confident and a little bit loud, but always in the pursuit of fun.

Two weeks more passed, and Luisa had now pretty much stopped cleaning. Especially when Filipe is around. They spend a lot of time in the pool. Both of them just live in swimwear here at this point. Luisa has taken to being topless a lot of the time, which she didn't do before. I'm no prude, but she was clearly showing off. She does have a fantastic figure, and you know Filipe has no objections.

I watched them from the kitchen window. The playful exchanges between them, and the flirting. Luisa has a mesmerising way of moving and of holding the attention of the people around her. I tried to imagine myself having a fraction of her confidence, but it's so foreign to me that I really can't. I could certainly feel the tension between them though. Anticipation. I wasn't jealous (well, perhaps a bit) but eager for things to develop for them. Whenever she caught me watching them it seemed to me that she felt the same.

I enjoyed watching them. Yes, it was voyeuristic, but it was clear that none of us were uncomfortable with that. They liked being watched. And the three of us felt like a unit too.

She'd just been outside blatantly teasing Filipe, flirting very heavily and taking every opportunity to touch him. Now she stood in the kitchen, still half naked but totally at ease, leaning on the counter. Her skin iss bronzed, and the heat just radiates off her. Water droplets ran down her chest, and I watched each one. Her nipples had stiffened in the relative cool indoors. I was staring unintentionally, and she was well aware of it. I think she was picking up on the tension I was feeling, and it was a bit of a revelation to her too perhaps.

"You're so funny, Grace."

I snapped back to reality and met her eyes. She wasn't fazed by me looking at her body, not at all. She had a calm, patient smile on her lips. She reached out a hand and rested it on my forearm. A reassuring gesture, which felt electric on my skin. She didn't move her hand, or say anything for a long moment.

"I'm dripping water all over the floor. Won't you help me out of my wet things?" she said. Without breaking eye contact for even a second.

I don't recall saying anything in reply. My mind just raced. Her wet things were just her bikini bottoms. That was all she was wearing. Did she want me to help her take them off?

And then I was just kneeling next to her, as though we'd skipped ahead in time. My hands were on her hips. Her skin was so warm, and smooth under my touch. My fingers sought out the ties on the sides of her bikini. I peeled the wet fabric away. This close I could feel the warmth emanating from her. I could see every drop of water from the pool. I could see the narrow strip of pale blonde hair. I was mesmerised again.

Her hand rested very lightly on the side of my head, and she turned to stand directly in front of me. Facing me square on. Neither of us moved or spoke for a moment, until I sensed another movement in the room. Filipe was standing right behind her, with one arm reaching around her waist and the other on her arm. He was looking down over her shoulder, and as my eyes lifted up towards his I noticed his naked hip. He tilted her face to his and kissed her mouth while I watched.

Without a word they both turned and headed back to the pool. I think I stayed where I was for a couple of minutes. I remember feeling an ache - a longing to be with them, and a physical ache between my thighs.

I still wear swimwear during the day, but they've both been naked almost all the time since that moment in the kitchen. Filipe has a good body. A swimmer's body. Broad shoulders and defined muscles. A slim waist, and that V shape where his lower abdomen meets his hips. I prefer men with chest hair, but I can't deny that he is gorgeous. I like that I can admire him openly. Luisa too is beautiful and lithe, and I watch her about as much as I watch him. Their bodies compliment each other - his is angular with a powerful torso, and hers is a series of never ending curves.

We all enjoy their nakedness.

Luisa likes to call me out onto the patio nowadays. "Grace" she'll say,"Could you come here for a second?"

On the first occasion, when I stepped outside she was kneeling between Filipe's legs. Both of them naked, as usual. She spoke to me about something of no consequence at all, and while she did that she lapped her tongue over his half-erect cock. I was dumbstruck, in a literal sense. She took it into her mouth. She made humming noises, while she acted as though she was trying to remember what she wanted to tell me. She held him upright while she faced me and talked about whatever she wanted. Her words were just noises, like the teacher in the old Peanuts cartoons. I watched her slowly stroking him while she talked. She was showing off, but also showing him off. For a couple of minutes she presented him to me like that, and she showed me how she liked to enjoy his body. I didn't make eye contact with either of them that time. I stood and watched her handling his cock, and that night I imagined so many things.

Each time she's called me since the scene has been similar, but with increasing openness.

I remember the first time I saw her riding his cock out there. They were face to face, laying on the same lounger as before. She was astride his hips. Slowly circling her body, and making very little pretence to actually talk to me. Her hips started to rise and fall, to rock back and forth. She held my eyes until hers became heavy and closed. She stopped talking and just moved on top of him. I watched her hips work him further and further, until her eyes opened again, wide.

Another day I stepped out to see her straddling him, but facing me. Her feet either side of his thighs, and her own thighs wide open. I could see his cock, and her pussy spread around it. She didn't talk to me at all that time. She just slid herself up and down. His hands were on her hips, but apart from his legs and cock that was all I could see of him. She slid over him and squirmed her hips to take him deeper. She raised an arm and beckoned me over. For a minute I longed to be between her thighs, using my tongue on both of them, but I panicked and hurried back indoors.

This became a frequent occurrence. Most days she would call me outside, to watch them having sex. Often inviting me over to them, and lightly smiling when I backed away. And on those days, as the nights closed in and we were all heading for bed, Luisa, still gloriously naked, would hug me close. She'd kiss me gently on the cheek, lingering, and she'd whisper to me "Sweet dreams, Grace." I knew she was smiling as she said it.

On nights like those I could hear them loudly fucking in their room. They didn't hold back at all. It sounded primal and uninhibited. I can still hear Luisa's high pitched groans, and Filipe's fierce grunts. I think their noise would have drowned out the sounds of my own frustrated release.

Preparing lunch for us all was the last shared job really. They crowded into the kitchen with me, sifting and picking things from the fridge. Salads and meats. Grabbing glasses for drinks. Generally creating a noise and a mess.

Luisa and Filipe stood at opposite ends of the kitchen island, both naked as usual, and suddenly silent. Luisa stepped out to my side of the island and deliberately dropped a small tomato. She said nothing, but looked at me, with a slight tilt to her head as she did it.

I knelt down to pick it up, and as I found it on the floor she stepped closer and dropped another. I looked to my left, and her hips were right in front of me. I just looked, taking in the view of her hips and thighs, the sparse hair on her mound, and the hint of her pussy just out of sight. I wanted to pull her close - to put my hand on her hip and pull myself in to her. I wanted to taste her, and that thought surprised me. I stayed where I was and admired her, as I thought she'd intended. Her hand touched the top of my head and gently turned my head towards Filipe, who was now close by on the other side of me. His cock hung down in front of my face, his balls heavy beneath it. I could see him starting to swell and grow. His cock made occasional twitches, each accompanied by another pulsing growth.

That was the first time I took him in my mouth. Luisa's hand guided my head towards him. Not pushing, but encouraging. I know that at any time I could have backed away. But I didn't. I let her guide me. Let her move my face to his groin. My forehead rested for a moment on his hip, and I looked down to watch him continue to pulse. I don't know if Luisa's hand moved me, or if I did it myself, but my mouth opened and I kissed the side of his cock. And then again. Moving slowly along his length I ran my open mouth up and down him. My tongue reached out and lapped at the underside of it, and I sucked very gently on the warm skin. His cock was pointing almost horizontal by the time I reached the tip of it. I turned my head and took just the head into my mouth. My tongue swirled around it, and the warmth in my mouth felt amazing. I was dizzy, and my whole world reduced to this space - my mouth, and his cock. He grew and grew while I languidly used my lips and mouth to nurture him.

Abruptly he pushed me away, and I fell back on my heels. He stepped forward, lifted Luisa and sat her on the island in one motion. I watched him take her then, fast and deep. The lunch things spilled over the floor and I sat transfixed. The sounds he drew from her rang in my ears, and his own release came with an almost pained deep groan.

Since that day, whenever Luisa has her time of the month, she kneels me in front of him. While she kisses him deeply it's my mouth that surrounds him. He hugs her tightly, over the top of my head, and pumps himself into my mouth. It feels like the three of us are joined into one body. Their hug holds me tightly in place. My mouth holds itself open, and I thrill at the feeling of him taking my mouth how he chooses. He fucks my mouth like that for several minutes while she whispers obscene thoughts that I can only barely hear. And when he gets close to release she has him step back. She doesn't seem to want me taking his seed in my mouth. She looks down and watches as I finish him with my hands, and he erupts over my face.

As all these days have played out I'm increasingly spending the whole day aroused. Waiting for the next call from Luisa. Staying close by them both, in the hope of at least seeing them, perhaps watching them enjoy each other. The nightly routine too is adding to my frustration. Initially I would relieve the need very easily, and multiple times on some nights. But that relief is getting harder and harder to reach. I can get to the brink in minutes with just the memories and thoughts, but satisfaction is becoming more and more elusive.

Things had become so familiar between the three of us, and at such a pace. It came as a nice change of tone when Filipe left for a few days, and it's just Luisa and I. I'm still cleaning, and making the meals for us both, and Luisa is spending her day swimming nude.

One morning Luisa climbed out of the pool, and brought with her a trail of water to the loungers. It's warm already but the sun isn't too strong yet. We have a warm breeze, and cold drinks, and the two of us just sit in comfortable silence for several minutes.

"Filipe will be back tomorrow night..." She starts, and stops there for a long beat.

"He's been saying he wants my ass, but I don't know about that..."

"I'm thinking about offering him yours instead."

It's not a discussion, not even a question. I felt her gaze on me, watching for a reaction, but I froze and couldn't respond at all. I'm stunned by her, but my mind is instantly tumbling over conflicting wants - wrong-footed by her assumption that she can decide such a thing for all of us, and at the same time I'm undeniably wet at the thought of it.

After another moment of silence she simply got up and walked back to the pool. I watch her dive gracefully in. Still unable to produce an answer for her, but it was never a question.

That night, as we went to our beds, Luisa gave me the nightly hug that I'd come to look forward to. Her hand slipped down and gently patted my backside. "Sweet dreams, Grace." My dreams were anything but sweet. Hours in which sleep would just not come at all. Every time my eyes closed and I started to doze, my mind wandered through images of Luisa and Filipe. Images of the three of us. Entwined. Soft skin and firm muscle, writhing against each other. My hand was wedged between my thighs, but despite the level of my arousal I could not find relief. When I awoke in the morning I was still wet, and the ache which often built during the day was already present.

I spent the day resting. Behind sunglasses and under a parasol in the garden, lazing by the pool. Luisa could sense that I just needed peace for a time. She lay on her lounger alongside me, and swam in the pool. I had my eyes closed, but could hear her footsteps, and feel the touch of her as she occasionally brushed past me. I sensed her sitting up at one point, and felt the light graze of her fingertips from my collar bone and over my bikini top. "Sweetie's tired today."

And in the evening Filipe returned. The two of them hugged each other with their entire bodies. All evening, as we talked, they were in constant physical contact with each other. I found myself smiling, and it took me a moment to realize it was because we were all back together. It was a great sense of belonging.

By the time bedtime came around the three of us were all in a peaceful lull. Filipe went first, to unpack his case. Luisa and I followed a few minutes later. At the door to their room she hugged me close and patted my ass again. "Sweet dreams, Grace."

I fell asleep quickly, with less urgent images filling my dreams.

And while it was still dark outside I was awoken by a shift in the bed. My eyes blinked open and closed a few times. Luisa was laying in front of me, facing me. She delicately brushed my hair from my forehead, and murmured relaxing words that I didn't really hear. I gradually woke, and we looked into each other's eyes for a full minute.

The bed shifted again, and although I didn't look, I knew it was Filipe sliding into the bed behind me. Luisa stroked my cheek, and leant in to softly kiss my mouth. We were silent. Filipe reached his hand over my waist and held Luisa's. Both of them slid closer to me, and we again became one body. I couldn't see Luisa's breasts, but I could feel them squashing against mine. Her face so close and her voice so quiet. Behind me I could feel the firm body of Filipe, and as he moved I felt the hardness of his cock. There was no sense of pressure, but an unspoken expectation that we each felt. Their hands moved over my skin, stopping frequently to find each other's hands again, before exploring more of me. Endlessly stroking and touching. I felt a cool stickiness as Filipe applied something to my ass. I understood. I could sense the rising urgency in him, in contrast to the soothing from Luisa. She held my face in her hands, and gazed, unblinking into my eyes, as he pressed in. My mouth opened in a silent moan. I barely moved, sandwiched between their bodies. They both, in their own ways, lazily enjoyed my body for the night. Taking their time. Her eyes never left mine, and her fingers never left my skin. He pressed deeper, and what had started as a slow rocking motion grew into a faster and longer stroke. In no time I could feel his hips meeting my ass as buried himself in me. His pace built, and my own noises drowned out his. Luisa drew her hand down across my body to where my thighs were pressed tight together. She covered me with her fingers and applied the lightest of pressure. Filipe's movements pressed me into her palm repeatedly. And when I felt him swell and surge inside me I found the release I'd been missing for so many days. She held my face, and kissed my mouth, and told me "Sweet dreams, Grace." as I fell asleep.

We never did share a bed for the full night, but from then on they would both come to my room from time to time. Always together, never alone.

Sometimes Filipe would be weary, and rather than fully participating he would lay beside us and run his fingers over our skin. It was slow and luxurious. On nights like those Luisa began teaching me how to use my hands to please her. Later on she taught me how to use my mouth. The taste of her is like nothing I've experienced before. The feeling I get from being able to give her that pleasure is so deep - in those moments every single thing in the world is exactly as it should be.

One afternoon, with all of us indoors for respite from the heat, Luisa slumped on the couch. Naked and relaxed. She beckoned me over to her. I stepped forward and without a word from either of us I dropped to my knees. The three of us had something like telepathy. I was delicate with her, kissing softly on her thighs, and very gently nipping at her skin with my teeth. She allowed me time at first, but inevitably she had her hand in my hair and was pulling me in. I was pressed into her, and it's hard to say who was getting the most enjoyment. Filipe came to kneel behind me, and whilst I worshipped his girlfriend he slid his lubricated cock into my ass again. I became trapped between them, and their movements pushed me back and forth to each other. Luisa was grinding herself against my mouth. Filipe was pushing deep on long strokes into me. It was Luisa's orgasm that set mine off. Her flavour flooded my mouth. I wouldn't have moved even if I could.