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Lucifer was out of town. Chloe knew where he was going, and with whom he would be spending the night. She almost said “sleeping with” but she knew there were be little—if any—sleep involved.
And she was okay with that: she really was. Where they were now, as a couple, was lightyears beyond where they had started out. Lucifer had his side action and she had hers. It was all out in the open. No lies were being told; hence no guilt or recriminations were involved. No jealousy.
No jealously between them, ever again. They were far beyond that now.
So, while Lucifer was away, Chloe decided it was a great opportunity to create her own three-way tryst. Not with any strangers, but with Maze and Eve.
Maze.
And Eve.
And her.
Together in bed, having sex with each other.
Doing things to each other.
Causing pleasure for each other.
She and Lucifer had been talking about such a thing for a while, but Chloe had been reluctant to agree. A three-way with strangers made a lot more sense to her. She was well aware of Lucifer’s history with Eve; she didn’t want to stir up old wounds and old passions. She had reasoned that it was better—much better—to let their history stay in the past. That was the safe, prudent decision.
But when she learned that Lucifer would be having a three-way of his own while he was away, the idea of a three-way with both Maze and Eve—without Lucifer around—popped back into her head. Chloe knew that Maze had always been available and willing to enjoy some “Decker action” (as she called it). They had never done anything, but Chloe was aware of Maze’s interest. Or maybe Maze was just interested in anything that had a pulse?
No, Chloe decided, Maze has always been into me. Probably because Lucifer is, but still….
And now that Maze was with Eve, a three-way seemed eminently doable. She just had to get over her issues with Eve. But with Lucifer out of town, maybe she and Eve could come to some sort of understanding?
Anything was possible.
Anything.
Chloe called Maze and raised the subject. She wasn’t the most articulate, but she got the point across. You, me, Eve. Together. One night. No, Lucifer’s out of town—doing his own thing. Yes, I let him. We don’t do exclusive anymore; well, not all the time. We have, uh, evolved. So … the three of us. For one night. What do you say?
Maze’s first reaction was to think it was some kind of Lucifer-inspired prank. When she realized that Chloe was serious, her next reaction was one of shock.
“Decker! What has happened to you? You used to be the most strait-laced, vanilla, old maid on the planet! Now you want to bone us both! Please, please tell me your body is being possessed by a demon right now! Please tell me you’re being possessed, or that you’re the victim of some infernal magic, or there’s a new aphrodisiac in town I wasn’t aware of, or there’s some sex pollen thing you accidentally inhaled. ‘Cause this is not the Detective Decker I thought I knew! In fact, I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you would ever in a million years ask me and my wife for a three-way. So, tell me what’s really going on right now.”
Chloe laughed. “Right. ‘Cause strait-laced, granny-panties-wearing Chloe Jane couldn’t possibly have, uh, expanded her horizons over the past decade? Is that it?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Decker. Not about boning. Boning and fighting are serious topics. Do not fuck with me.”
“Come fuck with me, Maze. And bring Eve along. Come early, cum often, stay late. Lucifer’s gone and I’m horny for some more girl action.”
“More girl action?”
“Uh-huh. Like I said, my horizons have expanded. Significantly.”
“Damn it! I wanted to be the first girl to make you cum!” Maze sighed. “Oh, well. But you said ‘significantly’ expanded, right? How significantly?”
“Come over and see,” Chloe teased.
“Oh, we’re coming over! And we are going to definitely see just how far your sexual horizons have expanded.”
“See you soon, then?”
“Oh, hell yeah.”
***
The elevator door opened and the three women hugged before Maze broke away to head for the bar. Eve stayed behind; she looked closely at Chloe, trying to read what was going on behind Chloe’s blue-green eyes.
“Are you really sure about this, Chloe?” Eve asked quietly.
“Am I sure it’s a good idea? Nope. But I am sure I want to do this.”
“I didn’t know you were attracted to women.”
Chloe shrugged. “Neither did I, until I learned that I kinda was. When that happened, Lucifer just smirked at me. You know how he is.”
“I certainly do! Which is why I was surprised that—”
“No. It’s okay, now. I’m good. I’m good with what you have Lucifer had—might still have, for all I know. It’s okay; it’s good.” Chloe smiled. “Besides, I’m kinda curious about you: what you’re like in bed. I’ve been wondering that for a decade, you know. Wondering about you, how you were with him, how you are now with Maze.”
Eve smiled. “I’m just like any other woman—really! Well, maybe a bit more experienced than some … but not as experienced as others.” She jerked her head at Maze, who was now finishing her second glass of bourbon. “Not nearly as experienced as she is.”
“So, Maze is the top?”
Eve smiled again. “Not always. We … make accommodations for each other—you know what I mean? It’s the secret of our relationship. She gets what she wants, but I also get what I want. We just … you know … talk about what we want. And we make sure the other one gets what they want—as often as they want it.” Eve’s smile became a little bit crooked. “Well, she always wants more than I can give her … but maybe tonight—the two of us, working together—maybe tonight we can get her to say ‘enough’ first.” Eve sighed. “Maybe.”
Maze had heard her wife’s words. She finished a third glass of bourbon and walked over to the other two. “Ha! Not gonna happen.” She looked at Chloe and pointed with her glass. “This one’s gonna throw in the towel first—guaranteed. I bet she begs me to let her take a break within the first two hours. She won’t make it ‘til midnight. Guaranteed!”
Chloe nodded. “Maybe you’re right, Maze. I’m certainly not as young as I used to be. So … what are we betting?”
Maze considered. “Okay. If you ask for a break in the first two hours—or just give up altogether and head for the shower before midnight—then I get to have another night with you. At our place; not here. And on that night I get to do anything to you that I want. Anything. You consent to anything me or wifey want to do to you.” She looked at Chloe. “That includes tying you up, just so we’re clear. Anything goes. Well, no permanent scars or serious injuries; no broken bones. But other than that? Anything.”
Chloe swallowed but nodded. “And what do I get if I’m not the first to say ‘stop’?”
“What would you like?”
“A night alone … with Eve.”
“Done.”
“Hey, what about me?” Eve cried.
“Okay. Let’s say that me and Decker throw in the towel first. What do you win?”
“A night alone—with Lucifer.”
Both other women frowned. They looked at each other for a few seconds before each of them finally nodded—with great reluctance. But nod they did.
Maze found another bottle of bourbon, filled up her glass, and proceeded to drink most of the contents down in one long swallow. She wiped her mouth. “Fine. We’re here, we’re all horny. Let’s get going. Enough talking: let the boning begin!”
Eve looked at Chloe. “If you’re ready….”
“I am. Let’s go.”
***
It is difficult to say who among the trio was more surprised at how the night went. Was Maze more surprised at Chloe’s aggressive love-making, or was Chloe more surprised at herself? Difficult to say: very, very difficult.
What Maze heard was a lot of happy gasps and moans when she used her mouth on Chloe and Eve sucked on Chloe’s light brown nipples. Chloe’s body spasmed; she gasped loudly then she smiled and asked for more. Maze and Eve looked at each other, shrugged, and gave Chloe what she asked for—what Chloe almost demanded they give her.
Chloe accepted their focused ministrations without complaint. Without complaint? Hah! Chloe delighted in the feelings that Maze and Eve created in her body. She relished those feelings … and she asked for more.
No quarter was requested; no quarter was given. The clock struck ten in the evening and Chloe was still going strong. Neither Eve nor Maze would have believed it if they hadn’t seen Chloe’s passion with their own eyes, or felt her musky cream on their faces, over and over again.
When Maze found herself on her back, with Chloe’s tongue working her over, she was shocked at Chloe’s expertise and at the moans coming out of her own mouth. She had taught Eve how to pleasure her, but Chloe seemed to know exactly what she liked and how she liked it. Chloe made her cum hard, then dove back in for more without even taking the time for two deep breaths of air.
And when Chloe needed to pause, there was Eve—her wife—right there to take over. And Eve also knew exactly what she liked. Eve used her tongue mercilessly while Chloe suckled Maze’s black nipples … with another powerful orgasm being the inescapable result.
Throughout the night they worked on each other, two on one, in all the combinations they could think of. Was it “work” or was it something else? Regardless of what you called what the three of them did during the long night, their activities involved effort—a lot of effort.
Maze couldn’t believe how Decker—granny-pants, boring-vanilla, major sex-hang-ups Chloe Decker—was up for it all. Decker could give as good as she could take—and she could take quite a bit. Minutes became hours, and nobody seemed to be ready to say “enough.”
Four hours later the clock quietly chimed the midnight hour—with nobody having asked for a break yet. Yet they all knew they were in the home stretch. You could argue that Chloe had already won the bet, but nobody was arguing that. Nobody had won until two had quit. That hadn’t really been the original bet, but that was the bet right now.
At midnight, they stopped for a few minutes to go to the bathroom and get some water (or more bourbon, in Maze’s case). Then, looking at each other, they fell back onto the already well-used bed.
As if by prearranged plan, both Maze and Chloe attacked Eve: one sucking on her engorged dark red nipples, the other tonguing her sensitive clit while pumping fingers into her gushing pussy. They switched off from time to time as they tired, or at each of Eve’s loud, wet orgasms (of which there were many). The two of them cooperated; they worked together on Eve, as if they were one person with four hands, two mouths, and two never-tiring tongues.
It took perhaps another hour of nearly constant orgasms before Eve finally gave up. She threw in the towel first; pushing Chloe’s nibbling mouth away from her soft pubic bush and now far-too-sensitive clit. She pushed Chloe away, shook her head at her wife, and got out of bed to take a long shower. Then Eve headed to the bar on rubbery legs for an appletini (or three), where she sat alone, trying to recover some faint spark of energy before she passed out from exhaustion.
Eve’s absence left Maze and Chloe alone in bed. Each looked a challenge at the other, fiery glints in their eyes—each determined to win the bet. Had Eve been there, she would have rolled her eyes at the two of them; but she wasn’t there and so everything was now fair game.
It was now one in the morning: it was time to finish this night off.
Maze thought she knew what to do. She walked over to Lucifer’s closet and opened a drawer, taking out a long—9 inches—black silicon dildo and a harness. She displayed the huge thing to Chloe with a lascivious smile on her face … and waited for Chloe to say “oh, no.” Or—more likely: “hell no!”
Chloe didn’t say “no”—she smiled instead, as if inviting Maze to do her best. Chloe kept that smile on her face even when Maze strapped the silicon thing on, lubed it up, and began to fuck Chloe with it, switching from Missionary to doggy to other positions with each of Chloe’s orgasms. Chloe didn’t say “no” to anything. Instead, she writhed and panted and said “oh, yes!” quite a number of times, until she came hard. While Chloe was still panting from her intense orgasm, Maze tried a different position—and Chloe said “yes” again. Sometimes she was quiet; other times she was loud—but she always said “yes.”
Toward the end of two long hours of intense sexual activity, Maze was cumming along with each of Chloe’s orgasms. Chloe would cum and Maze would cum; then Maze would change positions and try again, leading to orgasms for each of them. Chloe came six more times in two hours with that big, black dildo deep in her pussy, but Maze had cum four times as well … and now she getting tired. Between her earlier efforts and their focus on Eve, she had worked hard. Even her demon body was starting to flag a bit.
So, after two hours of continuously fucking Chloe Decker in a variety of positions, Maze pulled the dildo out, unstrapped it, and threw it somewhere in the bedroom. Her hips and back and thighs hurt. She was panting hard. So was Decker, but Decker’s panting was from cumming, not from the effort of thrusting her hips back and forth for more than two long fucking hours.
When Maze threw the dildo away, Chloe lay back and looked at the demon for a few short minutes, catching her breath. Then she smiled slightly, reached into her nightstand, and pulled out a toy of her own. “My turn,” she forced out, still panting from her last powerful orgasm. She showed Maze what she had: another long dildo, violet in color—and at least 10 inches long.
“Oh, me like!” Maze said, smiling with confidence. She was looking forward to resting a bit while Decker worked on her. Let Decker do all the work now. When I recover, I’ll make her beg for mercy.
Or so Maze thought.
“You gonna fuck me with that big thing, Decker?”
“I thought I would try it manually first—see how you like it. If I need to, I’ll strap it on and we’ll try it that way.”
“Whatever. You’re just gonna tire out your arm.”
“We’ll just have to see about that, Maze.”
Chloe might have forgotten to mention that her toy had a powerful vibrating tip.
The long, thick, dildo had a vibrating tip that Chloe didn’t use until Maze had already cum three times … and then, when she pushed that 10-inch purple thing into Maze as deep as it would go and flicked the vibrator on … Maze’s eyes opened wide in shock. She shook her head, as if in denial at what she was feeling … and then Maze gasped. Chloe kept the dildo as deep as she could, while bending over to gently suck at Maze’s clit.
Maze’s eyes slammed shut and she moaned as if she was in pain but she wasn’t in any pain; the moan turned into a scream that grew louder as her body tensed and released over and over again in near continuous orgasm. Maze couldn’t stop cumming for the longest time. Minutes passed. Chloe kept sucking and flicking Maze’s clit with her tongue while making sure that the dildo stayed in place, the vibrator set on the highest possible setting.
Maze couldn’t stop cumming; she couldn’t stop screaming in pleasure—and Eve finally ran into the bedroom to see what was happening to her wife just in time to witness Maze grab Chloe’s hand and pull it away—still holding the vibrating dildo—from the demon’s ever-spasming body.
“Enough, Decker!” Maze forced out in a raspy voice, rough from long minutes of continuous screaming.
“As you wish,” Chloe said, smiling broadly in victory.
Maze lay on the bed, panting. “Fuck! I don’t know whether to be pissed I lost the bet, or fucking amazed that you made me cum so much! Fuck! Fuckety fuck fuck!”
Chloe looked over at Eve, smiling. Eve smiled back. She winked at Chloe; Chloe winked back.
“Fuck!” Maze said.
***
Chloe was magnanimous in victory. She brought Maze a cold towel to use to wipe herself down. Maze nodded thanks, but didn’t say anything—mostly because her voice was almost gone. Chloe then brought Maze a glass of vodka and a glass of water. Maze scrunched up her nose at the water, but drained the vodka and, again, nodded thanks.
(In truth, Chloe was completely wiped out herself. If Maze hadn’t called the bet off when she had, Chloe didn’t know what she would have done. But Maze had called the bet off and Chloe had won … and even though she could barely walk and her pussy felt like it was on fire right now—and not the good kind of fire, either—but Chloe was damned if she’d let either Maze or Eve know just how close she was to collapsing next to Maze on the bed.)
Eve must have sensed something, because she brought Chloe a tall glass of chilled water, which Chloe downed immediately. When Eve brought her another glass of water, she finished half of it in one gulp and set the rest down. Then she embraced Eve—both of them still naked—and said in her ear, “I won you fair and square. You’re mine now, for one entire night.”
Eve nodded. “Yes, you did. I’m yours, for one entire night.”
Maze called out from the bed. “When you calling in your marker, Decker?”
“I’m not sure. Not right away. But soon.”
Maze shook her head. “I thought … well, I thought you didn’t really like Eve. I thought you had issues with her, to be honest.”
Chloe spoke to Maze, but she was looking Eve right in the eyes when she did so. “I kinda did, to be honest myself. I was … I was jealous.” Eve’s eyes widened but Chloe put her finger on Eve’s lips to keep any words from coming out. “But not any longer, though. Lucifer and I … we’ve worked through some things. And now … now we’re good. Solid. Strong. I’m not jealous anymore.”
Eve kissed Chloe’s finger. “You never had to worry about me, Chloe,” she said. “He was always going to choose you. Besides, I have Maze now. She makes me happy, and I love her.”
Chloe nodded. “I know all that—now. But for a while I didn’t.”
“Glad you got over your issues—whatever they were,” Maze said. “I don’t really know what you and that horny Devil did to ‘work’ through your issues but, whatever you guys did, it fuckin’ worked like a charm. You were like a sex machine tonight.” Maze shook her head. “I never would have guessed that he’d turn you into a sex machine. You: Chloe Plain Jane Decker. A fuckin’ sex machine. Who would have guessed?”
Chloe laughed and pulled Eve to the bed. “How about we get these sheets changed, put away the toys, take a shower, and then get some rest.”
“Where do you want us—on the sofa?” Eve asked. “Or maybe the guest room?”
“Nope. Right here in bed with me. I need my two cuddle buddies next to me tonight.”
Maze rolled her eyes. “’Cuddle buddy’? Fuck that noise. I’m nobody’s—”
Chloe smiled gently. “Having some trouble sleeping, Maze? Maybe you’d like another round with my little toy? Would that help you out?”
Maze sighed. “Fuck it. I guess I’m a cuddle buddy tonight.”
“Yes. Yes, you are. Now let’s get this bed ready ‘cause I think we’ve all earned a few hours of sleep.”
As it turned out, only Chloe slept soundly, because her snoring kept the other two awake for most of the rest of the night.
***
Several days later, Maze and Eve were in bed, kissing tenderly. Eve looked at her wife and asked, “Why did you let Chloe win the bet?”
Maze cocked her head. “How do you know I did? I mean … that vibrator—wow!”
“Because I’ve lived with you for nearly seven years; I know you, Mazikeen. There is no way a human beats you at sex. You’re like five times stronger than she is, just for starters. And you have several thousand years more experience than she does.”
Maze smirked; her smirk quickly became a full-throated laugh. “Yeah, you know me all right! And I love you for it!”
“So … why let Chloe win the bet? I mean—I don’t mind that she won me for a night, whenever she wants me. That’s okay with me. But … why? Why play her like that?”
Maze’s laughter eventually quieted. She kissed her wife again and lazily played with Eve’s nipples, which would lead to a coupling they both knew was inevitable. Maze played with Eve’s nipples for a while, until quietly said, “When I used to torture humans, you know what the worst torture was? It wasn’t the pain—nope. Pain they could learn to handle, even tolerate. Pain got old, real quick. I mean, they had eons to learn how to deal with the pain, right?”
Eve hummed. “That makes sense. So, what was the worst torture, then?”
“The worst torture was hope. You give them hope, let them think things are gonna be okay, that things are gonna get better for them … and then—when they least expect it—you snatch that hope away from them. Then they’re left with nothing but despair. They break right after that, always—guaranteed.”
Eve frowned slightly, which was a difficult task given what her wife was doing to her right now. “You want to break Chloe? That doesn’t sound—”
“No. I don’t want to break her. I want to torture her … with sex. Like … now she thinks she’s this queen sexual dynamo. The queen of sex; better at sex than I am—able to outlast me. You know?”
Eve nodded, her breath coming harder as Maze caressed her breasts and gently tugged on her nipples.
“Well, the next time we’re together, she’s gonna be overconfident—cocky. She thinks she’s the queen of sex—the queen of the bedroom. And then, at the right moment—when she’s at her cockiest—I’m gonna show her who’s the real boss. I’m gonna fuck her and make her cum like she’s never cum before! She’ll beg me to stop, but I won’t until she submits.” Maze smiled. “I’m gonna put her in our sex swing and I won’t let her out, even when she begs me to. I’ll make her cum until she passes out from cumming so much. Then I’m gonna wake her up, and fuck her over and over again, until she passes out again. Then I’m gonna wake her up again and ask her who’s the boss of the bedroom. If I don’t like her answer, then I’m gonna fuck her some more. She’s gonna beg to use the bathroom; she’s gonna tell me she has to pee. But I’m not gonna let her leave that swing until she agrees to submit. I’ll put a tarp down if I have to. She can pee on the tarp like a pet—my pet—and then, when she’s done peeing, I’ll fuck her some more. Over and over. Never stopping until she submits.” Maze’s smile grew in anticipation of what she was going to do to Decker. “After all that, she’s gonna know who the real boss is in the bedroom. She’s gonna wail in despair, and I’m gonna be there to turn that despair into horniness; I’m gonna turn that wail of desperation into a scream of passion. She’s gonna cum like a firehose—all night. Maybe all the next day if she’s stubborn. As long as it takes. And when that day and night is over … she’s gonna be mine.”
Eve sighed. “I thought I was yours.” She moved Maze’s mouth to her breasts.
Maze kissed her wife hardened nipples, and let her fingers drop from Eve’s breasts to the thicket of soft ebony hair, letting those fingers gently tease and probe until Eve’s breath caught and she moaned.
“You are mine, wife. You are mine and I am yours, and I love you. But one day soon, Chloe Decker is gonna realize that she’s mine as well. Then we can share her. She’ll be our willing sex slave. She’ll do anything we tell her to do—and she’ll like it.”
“What is Lucifer going to say about that?”
“Fuck him. He doesn’t get a vote.” Maze kissed her way down to Eve’s beautiful nipples and started to thrust her fingers where Eve needed them to be. “Now, let me make you happy; then you can return the favor.”
“Oh, yes!”
But even as her wife tongued her into bliss, Eve wondered what the truth really was. Had Chloe won the bet, or had Maze let her win? Was it all part of some demonic plan—or was the plan just an after-the-fact rationale for what had happened that night? Certainly, Chloe had surprised them both; but had she surprised them so much that Maze had lost the bet?
Eve might never know the truth … but until then, she had her wife’s full attention and she loved it.