Costume Play at Comic Convention

Costume Play at Comic Convention

A friend of mine, Layna, told me about this awesome event she wanted to attend called Comicon. She was all hyped up about it, and I thought she was talking about a comic book convention. It turns out there's more to it than that. It's an exciting experience with talks about upcoming movies, and rumors about new Deadpool titles. Since I'm a huge fan of Deadpool and the actor who plays him, Ryan Reynolds, she thought I'd enjoy it. But I was not so sure.

"Do people dress up for Halloween there?" I asked, trying to stall.

"Yes, that's part of it," Layna said. "It's called cosplay."

"This is more than a simple comic book convention."

She recalled a time when she used to go to Comicon before we got together. I was shocked to hear that she was such a geek. It's not that I'm against geeky hobbies - hell, I was even a fan of superheroes. But it never crossed my mind that Layna was a fan too.

"I used to go before we met," she reminisced. "You'd find them interesting."

"What if I don't want to spend a summer weekend at a nerdy convention?"

"Where else can you watch people in costumes of all your favorite characters from comics and movies?" she asked.

I considered her argument. I agreed with her point - the cosplay aspect was a unique experience. She also reminded me that it happened during the offseason of sports - our usual pastime. But there always seemed to be a game on, and we would watch them together.

"Can you pick anything else to do that weekend?" I appealed.

"Alright, Jake," she sighed, angry and closing her office door. "I understand you're not into it, but there's something on that weekend you want to watch. There's always a game on."

It hit me then. I'd been selfish. We had a great working relationship and were getting married soon. She had different interests from mine, but that shouldn't be an issue.

As I walked into her office to apologize, I realized that she had a point. We mostly did things I liked. We almost never did something she wanted to do. I felt guilty about it. No wonder she was disappointed. I stewed over it while making reservations at a nearby hotel online. After booking, I left the room and knocked on her office door.

"Come in," she muttered.

I told her about the room I'd booked and asked if she wanted to join me. It was a festival of our mutual interests. It could be fun.

"I guess I can give it a shot," she agreed but still seemed uncertain.

I let out a sigh of relief, then I thought about it. For the first time in years, she wasn't angry with me. She was just disappointed. And remembering how she used to be when we first met, her disappointment hurt more than anger. I decided to make sure we'd both have a great time at Comicon. Now I'm looking forward to it - thinking about all the fun we'd have and how it might bring us closer together in a new way.

So, the Rock 'n' Roll Marathon is in two weeks, can you help me out and point me to the best races?" Jake asked as he leaned on her desk and prowled around her office.

"For a newly turned runner, being part of a larger race, packed with thousands of other participants, is motivating. To start, the yearly San Diego Comic-Con runs a 5k charity race, very similar to the Disney Races," Layna told him. "Plus, it should include some cosplayers running in their costumes."

"Cool!" he exclaimed. "Super Hero Run and Walk!"

"But," Layna added, "They're already out of space. If you want to run really fast, try the Tough Mudder Half Marathon. I'm considering it."

"Uh, isn't that like a warrior training-type event?" Jake asked, perplexed. "Or like obstacle courses?"

"Yup! So, sign up fast," Layna explained. "The Marine Corps Mud Run in Oceanside is also a good choice."

"Why am I suddenly into these 5ks and marathons? Why wasn't I like this before?" he asked, his eyes lit up in excitement. "I need to hit the trail and get ready."

"I don't know, but I think you'll enjoy them. The Xterra Trail Run Series and the Cuyamaca 100-Mile or 50-Mile could be an option," Layna suggested.

"How about the Gaslamp Stampede or the Jaguar Health Rock 'n' Roll 5k?" came another voice joining their conversation.

The couple looked up to see his colleague, Sam, standing in Layna's doorway.

"Dude, seeing you sporting superhero costumes really get me into these races," Jake grinned. "These look interesting."

"Just do the costumes the day of the event, you don't need to run in them," Layna cautioned. "We should have a proper training program in place if you're considering the longer runs," she continued.

"Let's drop by the Saucony store at Fashion Valley. I might get some shoes for my new hobby," Jake said enthusiastically.

"I know where it is and could introduce you to my running group. There are many other options for long and short-distance races - some fun and some intense. Also, we have organized beginning running classes and camps nearby that you could join," Sam mentioned.

"Sounds good, let's make it a thing," Jake said. "I'll get these shoes, and you can be my running buddy."

"Of course, Run for your Life, my friend," Layna encouraged him. "I look forward to this new shared interest and watch you transform into a seasoned runner."

"Having you as my running partner will make it more enjoyable," Jake replied with a grin."

After the conversation, Jake walked out of her office with a plan for an upcoming weekend. He would appear in costume at the bed-in-breakfast that she'd booked, ready to take part in various races. This would be the perfect surprise to lift Layna's spirits, winning her back from her disappointment in me. Finally, I'd be able to show her how much she truly means to me and remind her of all the great things we do precisely because of each other.

Formerly a sports fanatic and unattached up until my thirties, I became used to watching sports, reading about sports, or discussing sports at all times. I didn't need to compromise with anyone; I did whatever I wanted, sought no permits, and owed no apologies.

However, once I developed feelings for Layna and desired to marry her above anything else, I understood it was necessary to be open to pursuing activities she wanted. I had to be more adaptable in order to keep our relationship in check. This was the revelation that came to me earlier in the day.

I cautiously stepped into Layna's office, knocked, and inquired, "Hey, may I speak to you?"

She glanced up from her computer, locking eyes with mine, and inquired, "Uh, what's the matter?"

"I've been mulling over..."

"A shift has occurred," she interjected.

Undeterred, I determined to continue.

"I've come to terms that you were correct, and I was wrong."

This remark attracted her attention. She crossed her arms and settled back, her gaze permitting me to carry on.

"When you brought up the comment about games on the other day, I recognized I was being self-centered. I'm accustomed to your attempts to indulge my preferences, even those you likely wouldn't opt for yourself. In turn, I failed to reciprocate your interests with similar respect. I'm sorry, darling."

"Listen, Jake," she commenced in a softer tone. "I have no problem with sports. It's a part of who you are, and I admire that about you. Furthermore, we work in the realm of sports. I appreciate the significance of keeping informed about these matters. However, I ask that we don't solely focus on them. What if we can have only one or two baseball games per weekend instead of four or more?"

Agreeing with this, I chimed in. "I concur. I strive to consider both of our interests, which is why I reserved us a room in San Diego for the weekend."

Layna's eyes gleamed, her smile expanding.

"We're visiting Comicon," I finished with a smile.

Layna shrieked as she leaped from her chair and embraced me, pecking my lips, cheeks, and neck. She even wrapped her legs around my waist, nearly causing me to fall.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she effused, the radiance in her eyes warming my heart. Recognizing the look that portrayed her affection for me, I smiled back.

"Forgiven?" I inquired.

"Yes," she responded. "I'm appreciative for contemplating my sentiments."

Unlooping her limbs from around me, she maintained her grip on my neck.

"Will you dress up in costume with me?" she inquired, looking optimistically at me.

"I'll consider it," I said. "I believe I can concoct a means for you to assist me in arriving at a decision."

Layna's lips curled into a seductive smile.

I peered away from an endorsement agreement and checked my watch. Layna had been away for approximately forty-five minutes, but she usually returned swiftly with lunch. Stopping my review of the agreement, I pondered her absence and gave her an additional fifteen minutes. I returned to the agreement, scrutinizing the phrases.

"Excuse me, Professor Maxwell," a sensuous voice uttered from the entrance of the conference room. "I'm experiencing difficulty in your class. Can I discuss it with you?"

I revolved my chair and was startled when I witnessed who or rather what stood in the doorway.

It was Layna, clad in black-rimmed glasses, her long blonde hair in two pig tails, and clothed in what appeared to be a schoolgirl outfit. However, her short red, black, and white plaid skirt, sheer white knee-high socks, and black Mary Jane pumps seemed more compatible with a strip club than any school I'd ever attended.

She flirtatiously gazed at me, her forefinger caught between her teeth, her left knee bent, and her hips slightly swaying. The alluring "I'm timid but want to fulfill your wildest desires" pose demanded my attention.

She teasingly inquired, "Would you care to explain your class to me, Professor?"

Sharing a smile, I listened carefully to her query.

My eyes widened in shock. In my moment of hesitation, I felt it in her gaze. She had me exactly where she wanted me, and she knew it.

"Oh, Professor, I'd do anything to pass your class," she continued, moving towards me with a hungry look in her eyes like I was her next meal. "Just tell me what I can do."

My lips moved, but words didn't form. I was like a fish out of water, struggling to breathe.

She grinned.

"It's fine, Professor, I know you can't say what you want," she went on, her nails resting on my chest while her left knee rested between my legs, hitting my manhood. "I know it could lead to you getting fired if you say what it is that you desire.

"But I know what it is," she said with a sultry tone as she pushed against my chest to stand back up. She fished out a pen from her pocket and let it drop onto the floor behind her. "Oops."

Layna pivoted on the tips of her toes, presenting her backside, which was practically in my face.

"Appears I dropped my pen, Professor," she purred. "I better pick it up."

She bent down while keeping her legs straight, her tartan skirt moving up until it only covered half of her ass. She wasn't wearing any panties, leaving her delightful sex and tight little rosebud right in front of my face. I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment, and relished the heady scent of her aroma. My cock was now at full attention and extremely painful.

"Do you see something you like?" she whispered softly as she stood up and faced me again.

I nodded, almost frantically.

"Is it hard... " she began, stopping, and continuing, "to have such a disorderly student in class?"

I nodded once more.

"I'm not trying to be a bad student, but I'm having trouble because I talk too much in your class," she said sweetly. "Maybe you need to deal with my mouth being so chatterbox."

Layna grabbed my belt and pulled forcefully, signaling for me to rise. I did as she commanded.

Upon standing, she dropped to her knees, her hands slipping along my chest, down my stomach, and ending at my belt. She took her sweet time removing it, with me staring intently at her through her glasses. When my belt was gone, she started unbuttoning my trousers, going at a dizzying pace. She just smiled sensationally, her two pigtails swaying slightly as she removed my pants.

"Would you like me to suck your cock now, Professor?" she asked, holding onto the base of my dick with her fingers.

"Yes," I groaned, my voice strained, my throat dry. "I want to see you show off your skills in my class, Miss Donovan."

Layna licked the tip of my cock teasingly, running her tongue along the underside, making my dick twitch with each raspy touch. It was divine, blissful torture.

She moved to give me a deep french kiss on the tip, while she slowly caressed me with her hand. I held tightly onto her pigtails, one in each hand, and let out a long groan when she finally engulfed my cock in her mouth fully.

"Is that feeling nice, Professor?" she inquired, still gazing up at me with those glasses.

"Fuck, yes," I groaned. "Show me how good you are."

"Yes, sir," she replied, then took me deep into her throat, her lips sliding past halfway down my length. I felt my cock twitch, and ecstasy spread throughout my body as she flicked and massaged my cock with her lips and tongue.

Layna looked away and increased the intensity. She squeezed my balls with her left hand, stroked me with her right, and pumped me up and down at a rapid pace, bringing me immense pleasure. I gripped her pigtails, entranced by the sight of her hair swishing with every pump.

My body was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. And then she stopped – again.

My balls and shaft were still in her hands when Layna detached her mouth and gazed up at me with a naughty smile on her lips.

"So, Professor, do you enjoy the way I'm sucking on your dick?"

"Yes," I groaned quickly, eager for her to finish. "It's glorious. I was almost done."

"Would you like for me to conclude, then?" she taunted, moving at a molasses pace.

"Yes! For Heaven's sake, Layna, please finish."

"Would you willing to cosplay with me at Comicon?"

"Absolutely! I'll wear whatever you want, but please, please, finish."

"So, would you be willing to step into character?"

"What? Yes! I'm down for cosplaying with you at Comicon."

"Would you like me to finish off on my glasses?"

"Honestly, the idea of you wearing my cum while going about your day with those classes on is a filthy, delightful thought." I smiled widely with delight. [End of paraphrased text.]

Layna kissed me again and brought me back into the world of pleasure. She continued where she left off, leading me back to the brink of paradise.

As my testicles tightened, she pulled away and looked up at me, with her head tipped back and her tongue sticking out, while her hand continued to massage me. The image of her with her mouth open combined with the thought of spraying my semen on her glasses sent me flying over the edge.

I watched in amazement as my erect tool erupted, shooting thick white ropes onto her face, glasses, and forehead. It wasn't often that I came on her face, so each time was a delightful experience. It felt like waiting a whole year for Christmas presents. As my orgasm subsided, I breathed out, creating shivers throughout my body.

Layna proceeded to gently suck on the softening member as it glided down her cheeks. She locked eyes with me as she looked up, her eyes shimmering beneath the semen which had slid from her face.

"Well, lover, that was incredible," I puffed.

"Wonder if you enjoyed the costume?" she asked teasingly, her tongue dancing across my sensitive knob.

"I did, indeed," I proclaimed, shuddering as I relished the mild tickling of her tongue on my head. "Already thinking of what I want to do with you when you wear that next."

"Seems you have, darling," Layna beamed. "Now it's confirmed, my little one. You have a thing for cosplay. Stronger evidence of your affinity towards anime. That makes you a dork, sweetheart. Welcome to the squad."

"Whatever you say, my lady."

***

I placed my belonging next to the door of our apartment. Taking a moment to check the time, I realized Layna had left around 9 AM that morning. It was now in the middle of the afternoon, and I was considering leaving earlier than planned to beat the expected traffic from LA to San Diego on a Friday.

We planned to go to Comicon on Saturday and Sunday, spending our evenings at the pubs and bars in the Gas Lamp District. We intended to return to LA on Sunday afternoon.

Just as I got ready to send a text to Layna, I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Oh, great, I need-" I started to say when a stunning high-leg redhead strolled in my apartment.

"Hello, handsome," Layna greeted me. "Do you like it?"

Layna's straight golden blonde locks were now replaced by fiery red tresses. She had never been a redhead, but she looked astonishing now.

"Oh my God, you are too hot for this place. I must warn you - my fiancée will be back any minute," I announced.

"Uh huh," I grinned, "but it's okay. I only have a few more minutes."

"Let's fuck right away before she returns," I suggested.

I pulled her to me, kissing her before she could decline my impromptu proposal.

"Just one question," I inquired as our lips parted, "Is the floor the same color as the walls?"

She giggled, "I don't have carpet. It's polished marble."

"Wow, I love you," I said, staring at her red-haired beauty.

"I'll be right back. Just a minute to finish preparing," she informed me, stepping to the bedroom.

"What's with the red hair, anyway?" I called out.

"It works well with my costume," she answered, returning into the living room with her bag in hand.

"I can't wait to see your costume," I said as my eyes scanned her figure. "Guess what it is?"

"Nope, can't guess," she replied, shaking her head. "Have you forgotten entirely about my sexy outerwear?"

"Hmm, it could be Black Widow," we said in unison.

"Snap! You got it," she beamed. "I can't wait for you to see me in that costume."

My mind drifted to the scene of Layna in tight leather, seeing her like the character from Iron Man films. These anticipations aroused me.

"Remind me again - what costume did you get me?" I asked, walking back to her.

"Of course," she responded, "you could definitely need some help with that department."

"Thanks, babe," I admitted. "So, what costume did I get?"

"I'll leave that for you to find out," she said, giving a cute smirk of mischief. "Oh, by the way, can your sister and some friends meet us there?"

"Wait, what?" I cried out in shock.

***

"This joint is exceptional," Layna commented after the band finished their performance of 'Paint it Black.' '

"You're spot on - the music is great." I said, leading her off the dance floor. "Fancy a break? Let's grab some water."

At the suggestion of the hotel's receptionist and based on Yelp reviews, I'd discovered a well-known bar in the well-respected Gaslamp District of downtown San Diego, renowned for its live music and dancing. Due to its popularity, the place was overflowing with people: seasoned couples appreciating the music, young marines and sailors from the nearby naval base wanting to have a fun time, and an ample number of women, both young and old, seeking the company of a charming sailor. The heat of summer and the crowding in the bar made the environment feel like a hotbox.

I ordered two bottles of water from the counter while Layna, standing aside, fixed her phone. Sailors found Layna's backside admirable. She had on a navy blue summer dress, which reached up to her mid-thigh, and strappy sandals, which showcased her athletic legs. While the dress was loose enough for her to move around freely, it clung just enough to showcase her firm behind and the shape of her hips. I couldn't help admiring my fiancé.

"Katie's here," Layna announced, grabbing a bottle of water, sliding her phone back into her purse, and scanning the crowd.

This piqued my interest.

I'd met Layna's sister, Katie, a few times at family events. Katie wasn't an overt fan of mine. While she never crossed the line into rudeness, she kept her distance, in contrast to warmth and friendliness.

According to Layna, Katie's initial impression of me, formed during a period in which we didn't get along well, left a lasting negative impression. Regardless, Layna was confident I'd earn Katie's trust. Despite having been together for over a year now, those early misunderstandings still influenced her older sister's view of me.

When Katie came into my view and saw her sister, Layna turned around and beamed at her sister's embrace. The sisters made it obvious just how close they were.

Katie and Layna looked so much alike, it was difficult to discern who was who. Both sisters were both tall but Layna was the slightly taller one. Katie had beautiful sky-blue eyes, while Layna's eyes were turquoise. Katie possessed sandy blonde hair, and Layna had golden hair that had yet to be dyed. Yet their faces were identical - the same nose, mouth, smile, and mannerisms. Likewise, their figures were similarly alluring: they boasted great legs, firm butts, nicely curved hips, and shapely breasts. The Donovan sisters were the epitome of beauty.

Witnessing Layna's affection for her sister, I realized I had to make an effort to make sure that I didn't become an obstacle to Layna's relationship with her sister. Katie, after all, was Layna's dearest best friend and, soon, my sister-in-law. I had no desire to become the reason for a rift between them.

As I made my way toward the sisters, I observed several sailors leering at their backsides. It was evident that the prospect of flirting had caught their attention.

"Hey, Katie," I greeted her cordially. "It's terrific to see you again."

Katie responded with an indifferent tone. "Hi, Jake." She inquired playfully, "No games on tonight?"

Layna had relayed her frustrations about my downtime to her sister. Mildly annoyed, I was prepared.

"No games this weekend," I answered. "This weekend is all about Layna. From now on, we'll be changing things up more often. Besides, what's important to Layna is just as important to me." I gazed directly into Katie's eyes as I made the last statement.

Katie considered me for a moment, then flashed an approving smile. I'd charmed her this time.

I redirected my focus back to Layna, who was greeting a guy and another girl.

The guy was roughly my age, just over six feet tall, and lean, but fit. He was an attractive guy, with a tan complexion, chestnut-colored hair that was well-groomed, intelligent brown eyes, and a roguish smile. Like me, he also wore a short-sleeved button-up shirt and khaki shorts. His interaction with Layna irked me as it included pecks on the cheek and an amicable hug.

Then, I laid eyes on the other girl. In her late twenties, she was quite attractive. Perky and petite, she was around five feet four inches tall and petite. She boasted a fair complexion. Her lustrous black hair went down to her shoulders, highlighting her stunning features: an upturned nose, pouty lips, a dazzling smile, and deep blue eyes. Stunning in her black leggings, she accentuated her appetizing legs and a derrière and hips that curved into a narrow waist. The loose, royal blue top she had on concealed her chest, though it was clear that she wasn't stretching the fabric.

Jake, allow me to present Sebastian, your new competition. "Sebastian, this is Jake, the future husband of Layna," said Katie.

Sebastian shook my hand firmly and looked me in the eyes with a friendly smile. "I've seen you in Layna's Instagram posts," he mentioned casually. "Nice to finally meet you, Jake."

Intrigued, I asked how he knew Layna and Katie. "I met Katie on Tinder three years ago," he explained, "and then met Layna through my friend. That's how we're connected."

Rumors about Katie's past filled my head, curious about their connection.

"He's actually my occasional... lover," Katie clarified.

"Yeah, we've had some good times," Sebastian chuckled. "And Katie's a great teacher and even better person," he added, emphasizing his point.

I felt a bit comforted by this simple handshake with a hint of jealousy, his longer-term relationship with Katie. "Ah, so you're friends with benefits?" I inquired.

"Absolutely. Sebastian's one of my closest friends, and we have some rather... enjoyable experiences," Katie shared fondly.

My mind flashed back to Layna's vague reference of an 'incompatible' relationship. Was this why?

Catching Layna's eye, I turned my attention towards her and Mila, someone new I'd yet to meet. "Hey Layna, it's great to see you again."

"Hi Jake, this is Mila, my best friend," Layna introduced her. "Mila, meet my future husband, Jake."

Mila stepped forward, her hand outstretched. "Nice to meet you, Jake," she greeted, squeezing my hand warmly.

Her eyes locked on mine, her fingertips still warm on my skin, and I realized her confidence and boldness. She knew exactly how to make her intended target uncomfortable.

"You must be a new addition to her life, having missed out on her hatred for me," I remarked, unimpressed by her tactics.

Mila's eyes sparkled with humor. "Oh, I'm aware," she replied, "but Layna filled me in on all the details anyway. The good, the bad, and the downright hilarious."

Intent on figuring out what Layna hid, I glanced at Layna, who was still rambling about water and cutting out alcohol before the wedding.

"Hey, why don't you both get a drink?" Katie asked, then turned to Layna. "Do you want water?"

"Sure, same for us," Layna replied, her gaze on Mila. I caught a hint of something that looked like... flirting.

The night was entertaining with Katie becoming more comfortable around me. Her jokes tickled me, and her input into our stories was enjoyable. She never failed to entertain. As an only child, her team-player relationship with Layna left me envious.

It was a pleasant change of pace to meet people who truly cared for each other. Despite the lingering thoughts of Katie and her mysterious past, I was grateful to gain a new friend in Layna's sister.

As I danced with Katie, who laughed and smiled the whole time, it was refreshing to see the sibling bond I've always wanted. I'd never had this kind of connection before, but Katie's presence warmed my heart.

For two hours, we chatted, mingled, and even sipped water. Layna's unusual behavior between Mila and me didn't escape me -- was she trying to create tension or deliberately ignite something between us? Unfortunately, she changed subjects, and we talked about everything but that.

Sebastian, I discovered, was quite an appealing fella. A financial adviser at Merrill Lynch, he had spent his entire life in the Los Angeles region, like me, and resided in Hermosa Beach right now. I did detect that Sebastian had a propensity for straying eyes. Whenever an attractive individual walked by, his gaze would follow. Women and men alike.

Mila spent the majority of her time engaging with Layna, the two of them being as tight as thieves. From the group's discussion, I discovered that Mila and Katie had been best friends since third grade, and she had started spending time with Layna at the age of twelve. They went to Comicon together six previous times; she was based in the Bay Area, and served as the head of marketing and business expansion for a mobile gaming app firm.

That's what I learned about Mila from what I heard. My eyes revealed a great deal more. Primarily, that Mila had cast an enchantment over Layna, which had my soon-to-be wife acting infatuated. This behavior was quite uncharacteristic of her.

My trip to Comicon was shaping up to be rather intriguing.

"What was all that about?" I inquired of Layna after we entered our hotel room.

"Oh, Katie and Sebastian?" she responded, albeit her tone suggested she understood that wasn't what I wanted to know. "It's an intriguing dynamic; he's bisexual, and she enjoys enormous penises since her ex-husband allegedly had a meager one."

"That...wait, what?" I stammered. While I was aware that Sebastian was bisexual based on my observation at the bar, this information about her sister was a new and scrumptious revelation.

"Didn't I tell you about that?" Layna inquired as she rifled through her bag. "Stay put here, I want to examine my costume before tomorrow."

Layna took out a black outfit from her bag, along with a set of black combat boots. She then moved to the bathroom.

"You were saying," I prompts her.

"Oh, yes. I told you that Katie and her ex-husband were incompatible, right?" she said, her voice occasionally strained as she appeared to be putting her costume on.

"Of course," I confirmed. "But that doesn't really explain everything."

"When I say incompatible, I mean they didn't have a fantastic sex life. He was always occupied and even when together, it was very dull, based on Katie's accounts."

Layna continued, "After their divorce, Katie opted to experiment with Tinder. She noticed that numerous guys included naked pictures with their profiles. Katie chose to try out one of the guys with a significant penis since her ex wasn't well-endowed, she found it highly gratifying. Since then, she vows to solely engage in sexual encounters with men that are exceedingly well-endowed."

"So, does that suggest..."

"Sebastian is quite well-equipped," she concluded. "However, he's only interested in a romantic relationship with another guy. As a result, he and Katie merely serve as occasional fuck-buddies. They do have a very close friendship, with no future possibilities beyond that."

"Interesting," I murmured, pondering Layna's viewpoints on penis size and whether I measured up.

"What do you think?" Layna inquired, emerging from the bathroom in her Black Widow costume.

"Wow," was all I could utter.

Layna's black, patent leather costume wasn't the flimsy garments sold at Halloween stores. It was made of high-quality materials, with no details overlooked, like those worn in the movies. And on Layna, it hugged her frame flawlessly, highlighting her toned legs and butt, trim waist, and well-defined breasts. With her red waves and emerald eyes standing out against the black leather, she was a sexier Black Widow than Scarlett Johansson, in my opinion.

"You find the costume arousing?" she inquired, nibbling on my lower lip.

"Yeah," I groaned, my lower lip still between her teeth.

"Good," she answered, her hands locating my belt and unfastening it. "I've got a notion that I believe you might appreciate."

Layna released my belt through the loops, then removed it. Her nimble hands swiftly located my button and zipper, and she guided me toward the chair in our hotel room. As my legs stopped, my shorts and undergarments hit the floor seconds later. As did Layna, who shoved me back into the chair while dropping to her knees.

"Move forward," she instructed me, tucking her arms under her breasts and pressing them together, neatly displayed by the V-shape of her black outfit. I did as I was told.

"Would you like to titty fuck me?" she questioned, lowering the zipper to her navel.

My cock responded to her inquiry by twitching.

Layna moved both hands inside each half of her costume and, using a motion similar to Superman uncovering his "S" emblem, revealed her stunning, natural C-cups. My member pulsed with excitement as her delightful mounds were released, their pink nipples already standing erect.

I sat there, captivated by the scene before me, watching as Layna puckered her lips together, allowing saliva to trickle slowly from her mouth onto her breasts. She grasped each boob, squeezing and rubbing them together, distributing the saliva in between them. I was mesmerized by the sight of her dampened orbs and firm nipples.

Layna drew closer to me, placing her breasts between my thighs while she held them. She rubbed her right tit along my shaft, then repeated the same with the left, my dick twitching in response to every touch like it was being shockingly stimulated.

She slowly teased me, which was driving me crazy. I so desperately wanted to feel those soft tits surrounding my cock. Thankfully, she relieved me of my agony. She enclosed my cock between her breasts, pressing them together with her palms, and then rubbed them up and down my shaft.

The sensations her breasts provided were making my head spin. Since I'd never been much of a titty fuck enthusiast - I considered it more appealing than a foot job but less than a hand job - I had to reevaluate my rankings due to how satisfying her ample, velvety mounds felt.

As she found a steady rhythm, she made eye contact with me, and I could feel my heart rate increasing. I gazed at my erect member, ensconced between Layna's amazing tits, all the while she stared at me with her ocean-colored eyes and fiery hair.

"Is that good, sweetie?" she inquired gently.

"It's fucking fantastic," I declared, my eyes glued to her.

A wicked grin crossed her face as she bent her head down to take the tip of my cock into her lips.

"Fuuuck," I groaned.

I guess it was her getup or perhaps her tresses, but I was nearing orgasm faster than anticipated. Layna continued to massage her tits along my shaft and suck on the glans, all while I struggled to postpone my climax.

"I'm going to cum," I cautioned.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, sucking harder.

I placed my palms on her fiery head and braced myself as I ejaculated. I gasped with pleasure while Layna rested her head on my abdomen and used her breasts to caress my member.

I relinquished my hands and allowed them to fall to my sides as I finished my orgasmic experience.

"That was wonderful," I praised, basking in the afterglow. "Can I return the favor tomorrow night?"

"No, you relax," she replied, removing her outfit. "You cared for me tonight by trying out something I enjoy. Thank you for coming."

Once I'd collected myself, I stripped and donned a pair of gym shorts. I then got ready for bed, anticipating a night's sleep next to Layna. She was wearing a white camisole and a white thong. I stretched out behind her, inhaling the comforting scent of her hair and skin.

"So," I ventured, "Can you tell me about you and Mila?"

"What do you imply?" she asked, though her voice had a nervy edge.

"It's clear you're anxious around her," I explained. "Given your usual self-confidence, that's unusual. And since you say you've known her for a long time, it's odd you're so apprehensive. What's the deal?"

She was silent for a minute and then turned to face me. She attempted a grave, brooding expression. Despite her affectation, I could see through it to the underlying anxiety. She must've identified my disbelief as she dropped the act.

"Mila has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember," she divulged. "She's assertive, intelligent, and lovely - like what I wasn't growing up. In fact, I aspired to be just like her. That's why I majored in marketing because she majored in marketing. Even today, she's one of my best friends. I confide in her."

"Alright," I responded with a bit of slowness. "I still don't grasp why Mila's behavior has got you so rattled."

"It's because..." Layna began to say, "Mila was... my first kiss with another woman. It was during my freshman year of college. We were playing truth or dare with Katie while drinking, and when she got a chance, Katie dared us to kiss. I thought it would be a brief, quick peck. But Mila, well, she kissed me like I was her lover. When she eventually took her tongue out of my mouth, I was left breathless."

"To be honest," I added, "that's a pretty hot story."

Layna let out a little laugh. She continued, "I was thinking at the time that I'd like to explore more with Mila. But over time, those feelings withered away. Yet, after our encounter with Gabriela, a certain part of me has been rekindled."

I was somewhat astonished by Layna's confession, but not totally unexpected either. The incident with Gabriela was still unexpected. She was the wife of a renowned baseball player, a former client, and wanted to have sex with me to one-up Layna, only for the women to end up having sex with each other and me. Essentially, the whole situation was bonkers, more like stuff you'd read in an erotic story.

Gabriela's first time in bed with Layna and me marked the beginning of our encounters with her. Since that event, Layna and I had met with her about once a month. The frequency of our meetings tallies up with Layna's confession.

"After seeing Mila tonight," she stated, "I again felt that old urges, but now supercharged. Now that I've experienced the intimacy we've had with Gabriela, part of me is curious about what it would be like with Mila."

"Just how curious?" I inquired.

"Pretty darn curious," she answered. "Mila is akin to a fantasy for me. My first and only girl crush."

"So, why not give it a go?" I proposed. "I'm more than okay with it, especially since I get to watch," I chuckled.

"Let me put it this way," she began, then appeared to consider her words. "I already did."

This revelation astounded me. "What do you mean?"

"I told her everything we do with Gabriela. In detail, including how it all started. I revealed to her how amazing our sexual experiences have been. I sent her multiple pictures of us together to show how good-looking you are before she met you."

"You know, Mila did touch on the fact that she'd heard 'it all' about me," I chuckled, recalling our initial meeting. "Explains why she seemed to know so much, thinking she knew already."

"Adding to that," Layna said laughingly, "Mila was flirting with me. You know, you're the type she'd like. Handsome, successful, funny, witty, and outgoing."

"Is it possible that she was flirting with me 'because' you told her about us and Gabriela?"

"Absolutely."

"Why didn't you inform me about this earlier?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I initially had no ulterior motives. It was just me telling my friend about it. But then, when Mila began asking certain questions, I noticed she was interested. I should've told you then. I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," I assured her. "In fact, I'm surprised and a little curious as to why you didn't tell me sooner. I'd also say that sharing this information and the flirting makes me feel a bit aroused, given that we're being frank with each other."

That last part I said with emphasis, making her notice my authenticity.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I shouldn't have kept this a secret from you."

"It's fine," I soothed her. "I'm not angry."

I kissed her softly, making it clear that my words were honest.

"Now what?" I asked. "Do you want to give up the fantasy or continue to pursue it?"

"I think it's not going to go anywhere," she declared. "I don't think she's interested."

"Why?" I inquired, seeking to understand her perspective. "You're more beautiful than Mila."

Jake's girlfriend replied, "I'm sure she's just into guys these days. I think I did a great job of making her curious about you. She would probably sleep with you if I let her. I've known her long enough to know she wouldn't make that move without my permission, but she used to be into girls in college. It seems that's over now."

Jake said, "Perhaps we could convince her that we're a package deal. That worked before."

"Are you saying you'll do this for me?" she asked surprised.

Jake pondered, "Sure, let's say yes for now."

"Then, I'm not entirely sure. What if she's not interested in a package deal?"

"If that's the case, then I'm not interested. It's quite a leap, to me. Flirting is one thing but having sex with your friend's fiancée... She may just be looking and not acting on it. How badly do you want her?"

"Pretty badly," she admitted while biting her lower lip.

"I'll try, see if I can get her to have sex with us."

"You'd really do that for me?"

"I owe you after what happened with Gabriela, and plus, this weekend was about doing the things you want to do." Jake chortled, adding, "Including the people."

"Wow, yes!" she exclaimed, kissing him passionately. "Is this really happening?"

"Definitely, let's go for it." She then asked, "Can you tell me more about Mila?"

"First of all, she's a huge Ryan Reynolds fan. So you'll have to act like his character, Deadpool, tomorrow. I'll help you get into the costume."

"Okay," Jake said.

Layna helped Jake into his Deadpool costume, her eyes fixated on his rear end. "You look incredible," she said appreciatively.

Jake reciprocated the sentiment with a kiss and admitted, "You look so sexy in this outfit! Better than Scarlett Johansson ever did."

Jake suggested, "Let's get into character now."

Layna was perplexed, "You're going to talk to an imaginary audience?"

"No, they're not imaginary. They're there. I need to get into Deadpool's mindset, where he interacts with the audience."

"Alright, let's go meet these nerds."

During the car ride from the hotel to the San Diego Convention Center, Jake stared in awe at the multitude of people standing outside the center. He observed various people dressed as characters from Marvel and DC comics, Star Wars and Star Trek, as well as some video game characters he recognized. Many individuals without costumes still sported t-shirts themed around comics or movies. They found themselves at the entrance to Comicon and, astonished by the massive crowd, Jake exclaimed, "Wow, this is insane. The sheer number of people here."

Although their environment was bustling with excitement, Jake's mind often drifted towards Mila's reactions and responses to the proposal of being with them. He considered various ways to convince her but remained uncertain of the results. However, his next goal was to help Layna into her costume. He supported her as she slipped into her Sakura Haruno outfit, complementing her with compliments. Once she completed her final touch-ups and adjustments, Jake could no longer contain his excitement. He stood up, pulled off his t-shirt, and stepped into his costume.

"Oh my god, babe, you look absolutely stunning!" gushed Jake admiringly.

They made their way into the convention center just as the crowd inside began to thin slightly, leaving space for fans to move around comfortably. Despite the minor increase in decorum, the area was still a flurry of activity, with attendees excitedly collecting souvenirs, engaging in conversations, and posing for photographs. Jake and Layna joined this crowd, immersing themselves in the overall atmosphere.

Jake turned and winked at Layna, "Well, time to go in character."

"Okay, let's do this," she replied excitedly.

Jake adopted his Deadpool voice, "Howdy, pookie! Jakepool here. I may be wearing a most fine red and black fetish wear made from some kind of unpleasant combination of spandex and poly material on a swelteringly hot California day in July, but fuck it! I'm 110% committed to this! Also, don't worry about me; I'll make sure I stay true to the tradition and interact with the fourth wall from now on."

Layna pulled a confused look, "Jake, I don't get it."

With a shrug and a bright smile, Jake replied, "Okay, let's play dress-up with some nerds."

As they navigated their way deeper into the convention center, Jake attempted to appear and act more like his favorite character, using humorous lines and contemplating fourth wall comments. Layna found the entirety of this experience incredible and was enthralled by Jake's attitude and the atmosphere they had entered into. While the journey seemed overwhelming, she was thrilled to embark on this adventure.

Jake observed that the crowd consisted of an even distribution of men and women, spanning a variety of ages. Not many of them conformed to the stereotype that Jake presumed would be present. Intrigued by the number of men and women who Jake would deem attractive, especially his fiancée and her friends, he acknowledged Layna's point: Comicon was more mainstream than he had assumed, rather than the "geek-fest" he had categorized it as.

Contrarily, Layna immersed herself in the swarming masses and felt a sense of belonging. She reminisced about the past, returning to a setting where she had cherished memories from her youth. She reflected on her times with her sister and Mila, exploring upcoming films, hearing content creators discuss their thoughts, and discovering inspiration through stories and characters.

Layna understood that Jake was the typical sport lover. She didn't mind. She appreciated his enthusiasm for sports and his competitive mentality. It was his competitive spirit that propelled him to reach such heights in his profession, overcoming the challenges of his upbringing as an orphan from the Valley.

Nonetheless, Jake couldn't connect with or comprehend Layna's passion for art in its numerous forms. Although, he admired her aptitude for identifying practicality from art; how she viewed the creation of an image and a brand for an athlete, and monetizing it. What he didn't grasp was that her capabilities stemmed from her imagination, which had initially been nurtured by comics and graphic novels.

As an awkward pre-teen, Layna met a kindred spirit who acquainted her with comics. Simultaneously, these comics provided her with relief during a dark period of her life before puberty. She relished the artwork, the stories, and the characters. They kindled her creativity, fostering her sense of ethics, her taste for adventure, and her enthusiasm. They allowed her to perceive the potential in people and objects, permitting her to imagine a world that others could not see.

Layna injected her creativity into her job, visualizing each of her clients as characters in a tale. By identifying an image of each athlete in her mind, she employed her connections with corporations to secure endorsement and licensing deals that expanded the brand she constructed. Although, at its roots, she was creating a character like a writer. It was a blend of art and business.

"Is this Comicon, Jake?" Layna questioned, puzzled as she gestured towards the scores of individuals dressed as characters. "It doesn't appear to be a comic book convention. It resembles a casting call for the next Axel Braun movie."

"I'm not sure what that signifies," responded Jake, shaking his head. "But I suppose it's something related to sex."

"Hold on. I'll show you later, then," he said with excitement, pulling out his phone. "Just ensure there are no minor children or police officers nearby. How do you spell Pornhub?"

"There are children scattered about, Venom," she noted, smirking slightly, amused by Jake's commitment to his character.

"Sigh! I'll have to show you later, then." He put his phone away.

"Hey, gorgeous," shouted Katie from the horde, emerging from the crowd, accompanied by Mila and Sebastian.

The trio was dressed similarly in superhero garments. Katie exuded beauty in a Captain Marvel uniform, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, conveying a healthful, all-American girl aura. Sebastian portrayed a debonair appearance in a costume of Loki, donning a dark green and black suit with a cape.

Conversely, Mila donned a costume not from any of the Marvel films. It was white around her torso, with a light blue border, and black around her limbs and hips. Additionally, she wore white makeup on her face, making her skin look ghostly pale, plus black body paint tracing a circle around her left eye.

"Domino!" exhaled Jake in amazement, greeting Mila enthusiastically, while Layna, Katie, and Sebastian embraced.

"I'm surprised you recognize the costume," Mila commented, amused by Jake's perception of Mila's outfit. "Generally, people aren't familiar with the comic book version of Domino."

"The black eye provided a clue," Jake replied indifferently, yet the real truth was Layna had informed him the previous night who Mila would be dressed as. Everything, including his proximity to Mila, was a part of their plan for Jake to seduce her.

"No, it's not Vitamin E you're thinking of," replied Jake. "I'm referring to ecstasy. I have some stashed at the hotel. Let's head back to my room, take a couple of those, and then see how lucky you can get once we kick into gear."

Mila giggled at the joke, although Jake could tell there was more to her laughter than just amusement. He saw a hint of desire in her face. She was interested in him. It was faint, but it was definitely there.

"Good morning, Jake," greeted Sebastian in a cheerful tone, joining the conversation.

"What's up, Loki?" questioned Jake, distancing himself from Mila before adding, "I'd wager it's hanging pretty low, too."

Sebastian's eyebrows raised, and his eyes gleamed delightedly. "Would you like to find out, Jake?" he asked, amused.

"Absolutely," replied Jake, kneeling down until his head was level with Sebastian's waist. "I've already seen Thor's hammer, so now it's time to see Loki's gun. I should warn you though, I have a weak gag reflex," he joked.

Mila and Sebastian chuckled, as did Layna and Katie, who had just joined the group.

"That's the only way you'll get him to shut up today," said Layna, teasing.

"Hey, I'm not easy to silence," retorted Jake. "And we all saw how that went in X-Men Origins."

"Hello, Deadpool," greeted Katie, wrapping her arms around him for a hug. He returned the embrace.

"Trying to embarrass my sister?" asked Layna.

"Nah, just trying to do justice to the Merc with the Mouth," responded Jake.

"Yeah, you're absolutely nailing it as Deadpool," said Layna. "If Ryan Reynolds ever retires, you should be first in line for that role."

"Maybe he is getting a bit old," suggested Jake. "And he does have that whole soccer team to focus on now. My turn could be coming sooner than you think."

[Disclaimer: I don't mean any harm, Ryan. You look fantastic for a man in his fifties. A big fan of your work, even the Green Lantern film. And I'm a diehard support of your football team. A lifelong Richmond AFC fan, here.]

Layna shook her head at Jake, a half-smile playing on her lips. "You were at it again, weren't you?"

"Possibly," replied Jake. "Let's head inside. It's über-hot outside, and I'm sweating my balls off. I'm okay with things in my balls— "

"We've got it," interrupted Katie, Layna, and Mila simultaneously, laughing at their perfect timing. Deadpool remained silent.

The five of them walked the main convention floor together for an hour before Katie, Mila, and Sebastian decided they wanted to see the thematic area, where displays of varying sizes were set up, each dedicated to a specific comic, movie, or video game.

Jake and Layna continued walking the main floor together. Layna informed him about her favorite comics and graphic novels from her youth. Jake listened intently as she enthusiastically discussed each title, the characters involved, and why she enjoyed them. He smiled under his mask, impressed by her passion.

Listening to Layna talk, Jake understood how precious this side of his fiancée was to him. He also scolded himself for not trying to understand it before. He now saw a different side of her that he hadn't seen before, one that he loved. He began to appreciate her love for science fiction, fantasy, storytelling, and art, realizing how these things shaped her extraordinary imagination. He found this side of her incredibly fascinating.

Layna had outgrown her comic-reading youth, she explained. Not entirely, though—attending Comicon was her way of remembering and honoring that period in her life.

"You're a real find, princess," Jake commented tenderly. "I'm sorry I didn't try harder to understand your interests earlier. This side of you—this creative, imaginative part—is something new and beautiful I never knew about you, and I love it so much."

"I knew there was a nerd in you, handsome," she teased. "But don't get too mushy. You still need to go through with your plan," she said, standing on her toes to kiss him through the mask.

"Time to move on to phase two," Jake announced.

Jake and Layna, together with Katie, Mila, and Sebastian, socialized outside the convention center before the afternoon panels commenced.

"What would you prefer for lunch?" Sebastian inquired.

"There's an excellent Thai eatery just a tad away," Layna proposed, swiftly glancing at Jake, a gentle smile spreading across her face. Jake's mask concealed his grin.

"I'm fond of Thai cuisine!" Katie delighted. "That's the place we should settle in."

"I dislike Thai food," Mila countered.

"I could go for some tacos," Jake opted. "There are many delightful Mexican restaurants in San Diego. It's a miss not to indulge in one."

"Tacos sound great," Mila chimed in, directing hopeful eyes at Jake.

"I'm content with whatever pleases everyone," Sebastian answered.

"Should we split for lunch then?" Layna proposed, knowing it was inevitable. "If you desire Mexican, join Jake, and if you favour Thai, follow me. We'll reconnect back here in an hour and a half."

Their decision was made, as it inevitably was, and Layna, Katie, and Sebastian departed to procure Thai fare, while Jake and Mila journeyed for Mexican cuisine.

"I'm thrilled to free myself of this mask," I stated as Mila and I settled at a table.

"Can we assume you'll drop the Deadpool persona as well?" Mila laughed, her dark blue eyes meeting mine as the mask parted from my face.

"Don't set your hopes too high," I chuckled. "That's the reason Layna decided to gift me a Deadpool costume."

"Well, I have to say, you do pull it off," she commented, her eyes searching for a sign.

I shrugged casually, refusing to relinquish control.

"I'm a competent sports agent," I clarified.

"I heard you secured the second largest contract in baseball history," she pointed out, gesturing with her glass.

"That's correct," I maintained, deflecting.

"Who was it for?"

I named the individual.

"Apart from being his agent, are you Intimate with this man?"

"Yes, we are," I asserted. "However, he's not my client anymore."

"And speaking of his wife..."

I supplied her with the name.

"I've seen her pictures online," Mila noted, locking her gaze on me, analysing. "She's stunning."

"She is."

Mila grinned, humoured by my restrained reaction.

"So, have you ever contemplated a sexual encounter with her alone?" she inquired, sipping her margarita.

"Did Layna tell you about our involvement with her?"

"Aye, I am aware she's involved with you both," Mila confirmed, asking, "Was it odd for you initially?"

"Absolutely, true, but it shifted into an exciting scenario as the dynamics between Layna and Gabriela functioned."

Mila's grin flashed once more.

"I have another query - have you entertained the prospect of sleeping with her without Layna?" she probed, pursuing further information.

"I never have, and I never will," I declared. "Layna and I are a team. When it comes to Gabriela, we proceed and act in unison."

"All right then," she said, letting the matter rest. "Would Layna be supportive if you did?"

"Even if she expressed agreement, I wouldn't consider it."

"What if she explicitly said she's on board with it?"

"The response would remain a firm 'no'," I asserted. "Layna and I have a strict partnership policy. No exceptions."

"Hmm, I'm thinking about my next move." She said, considering her actions. "Have you two ever entertained the idea of having 'fun' besides with Gabriella?"

"Yes."

"Interesting," she said, surprised.

"We have."

"Have you tried it?"

"We haven't yet."

"Have you considered why not?"

"I met her only yesterday." I answered, my eyes focused on hers.

Mila's eyes widened in response, then she took a deep breath. I had thrown her off balance.

"Look, Mila," I took the lead. "I can tell you're intrigued. You're curious about what I have and why both Layna and Gabriella are into me. You want a taste of what they have experienced. Am I right?"

She didn't respond, but she didn't deny it. And she couldn't hide the desire I saw in her eyes.

"I'll make it easy for you," I suggested. "It's up for grabs if you want to try. But you know what the deal is. It's me and Layna. No exceptions. Convince Layna that she wants us both, and I'll be all in."

Mila stared into my eyes, breathless. I stared back, and I could see her cheeks were turning as red as her powdered face. I most definitely was turned on, my cock was hard in my tight suit.

Our waiter appeared and placed our lunch in front of us, interrupting our unspoken staring contest. Mila finally took a deep breath.

"I love tacos," I murmured wistfully as I picked up a taco and raised it to my mouth. "There's nothing better than wrapping my lips and tongue over a nice, juicy... taco."

Mila was speechless, watching me slowly pick up a taco and take a bite. She licked her lips watching me chew. Then she whispered, "I've heard so many things about your love for tacos. Layna says you're incredibly good at it."

"Now's your chance to try it out," I joked.

"But what's the real question?" I said softly, grinning mischievously at her. "How badly do you want a taco?"

I left her hanging, letting her double entendre wash over her. I then added, "This taco is really delicious. Trust me, I know. I've had it many times."

Mila gulped down her margarita then ordered another one.

"How was lunch?" Layna asked Jake, excitedly wrapping her arms around him and leaning in for a kiss. When his tongue slid past her lips and found hers, she was sure his lunch went well.

"I believe you'll find out soon." Jake answered with a smug grin.

Layna glanced over at Mila, who was staring intensely at them, then focused back her eyes on her fiancé.

"Great job, babe." She whispered, smiling. "My hero."

They shared another passionate kiss as Mila watched enviously.

"I'm not a hero," Jake said as he slipped the Deadpool mask back over his head and adjusted it. "I'm an anti-hero."

"Let's head over to the Marvel panel," Katie said. "I really want to know what new movies they have planned."

As the group made their way to the room designated for the Marvel panel of speakers, Mila hurriedly paired up with Layna and pulled her away from the rest of the group.

"Hey, Layna," Mila started, trying to hide her nerves. "I need to talk to you about something."

Layna observed Mila's usual confidence and relaxed demeanor was noticeably absent. She chuckled to herself and felt her own confidence grow. Whatever insecurities she felt vanished, and she found herself feeling like the strong businesswoman she was when dealing with professional athletes as a client.

"Sure, what's up?" Layna responded, trying to be helpful.

"So, Jake and I at lunch spoke about the three of us getting together, like how you and Gabriella do. You've discussed this, right?"

Mila got straight to the point, a common trait of her bold attitude. It didn't surprise Layna. Their bond as close friends meant they did not hide anything from each other.

"Yes," Layna agreed. "Are you interested in being with me and Jake?"

"Honestly, I hadn't considered it before he brought it up. I was extremely drawn to him when we first met last night, especially after you mentioned the details about you, him, and Gabriella. But I had not thought about a threesome with us. Am I right?"

Layna laughed internally, loving the directness. Usually she was the one opening up to her friends about secrets, but now she was the receiver. "Yes, we've discussed it."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not sure what to think about it right now. Let's discuss what you think and we'll take it from there."

Layna could see Mila was still nervous, but her surprise at the idea was interrupting her. Layna was confident and relaxed, and felt like she was back to her professional self who handled high-stakes deals for pro athletes.

"Okay, let's hear what you're thinking." Layna encouraged, feeling calm and in control.

"Alright, I've had sexual experiences with other women, but not since college. And let's not forget I've tried a threesome before, involved with two guys. But here's the big thing...I'm really into you, Jake. However, there's this problem..."

"What problem?" Layna inquired softly, noticing Mila's hesitance.

"You know we've known each other for a long time, right? I mean, we've even kissed once, when we were younger, and I liked it. But we're discussing something much more intense than that. Honestly, it's difficult for me to get past the idea of this. But I haven't completely ruled it out either."

Layna chuckled, "Let's start with the fact that you didn't let this stop you from trying to sleep with my fiancé."

Mila's eyes widened in shock, "What? No, it wasn't sex! It was just flirting. I swear, I wouldn't have done anything with him if you didn't want me to. Jake and I had a talk about it, he let me know how things stood with you."

Layna chuckled again and explained, "I know what you were thinking. And I'm not upset. We're best friends, I trust you. I was just pointing out that you're flip-flopping when you say you're okay with sleeping with someone who was going to be part of my family, but you're worried about sleeping with me. You know I find you attractive. We've been friends for years, and I trust you with everything. And we used to share my boyfriend with your friend, so..."

"Mmhm," Mila agreed thoughtfully. "You've got a point. So, you find me attractive, huh?"

"Absolutely. You're one of the most stunning women I've ever seen," Layna told her honestly. "We've been close friends forever, and our bond is what I find most alluring. I've always had a crush on you."

Mila seemed surprised, "I never knew you felt that way about me."

"I've always admired you, Mila. When I found out about Gabriela, I was hoping you'd find Jake as sexy as I did, so you could experience something like that too. And, well, I hope you'd feel the same way about me."

The two friends hugged, confirming the strength of their relationship and promising they would support each other no matter what.

"Did you want me to go down on you?" Mila shyly asked.

"I'm hoping for it, but I'm not expecting it," Layna expressed confidently. "It's not just the technique, it's the intimacy of being so close to somebody I care about."

Mila felt proud, "I've never been with a woman before, so I'm worried I might not be any good at it."

"I'm sure you'll be fantastic. You don't need to worry about the quality. The fact it would be you makes it so special."

Mila felt delighted, "Layna, I've often imagined looking into your eyes while you're between my legs and Jake's inside me."

Layna laughed, "Yes, we can arrange that scenario, my dear friend."

"Wait a minute, I want to hear more about what goes through your mind when you think of me going down on you after Jake has been in you," Mila said with a smirk.

"Layna, I've been turned on by the idea of you between my legs and Jake behind me," Layna admitted, "And let's just say, I got pretty wet thinking about it."

"I know he's not the only one who can close a deal," Mila flirtatiously stated, holding Layna's hand. "But you said you'd want me to go down on you after Jake..."

"I definitely could make that happen," Layna teased with a wink. "And, let me tell you, I got rather wet thinking about you between my thighs while Jake consummated our relationship."

"Maybe I would actually be pretty good at it, huh?" Mila teased playfully. "I'm definitely going to find out by trying."

"I'll be the one to call you a slut," Layna joked back, laughing. [Note: This was a paraphrasing of the given text while maintaining the original meaning.]

Jake chuckled as he observed Layna and Mila, their shoulders touching and their laughter contagious. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but he had a decent idea of what it was about.

Making his way into the spacious room through two enormous doors, Jake noticed that the room was jam-packed. A sizeable table with microphones on it rested on a raised platform at the front of the room. Countless chairs were arranged in rows in front of the stage, most of which were occupied by enthusiastic Marvel costume wearers. Within minutes, the room would be filled to capacity.

Noticing that Layna and Mila didn't seem too keen on rejoining the group, Jake addressed Katie, "Hey, why don't you and Sebastian check if you can find any remaining chairs? I'll try to grab Layna and Mila, then meet you inside."

Katie agreed, heading in with Sebastian to search for seats. Jake turned around, backtracking towards Layna. They were both grinning and giggling, their arms lightly touching each other's arms. When Layna noticed Jake approaching, she raised her hand and made a dismissive gesture, indicating for him to proceed. He sighed and retreated, rejoining Katie. He then collided with a large slab of metal.

"Excuse me," a deep-toned voice bellowed.

Jake nodded apologetically, then glanced up at the bulky person in front of him. Clad in a silvery costume adorned with interlocking silver rings, was a man who seemed to be at least 6 feet 3 inches tall.

Jake recognized the costume. It belonged to a character from the Deadpool movies - Colossus. This version of Colossus, however, lacked a mask and had his head painted silver instead. The significant difference being he was bald.

"Pardon me, but I didn't see you coming," Jake joked.

"I'm Colossus, I think you're referring to. Pretty funny. Though I think you're meant to grab my, uhm, package first," Colossus chuckled.

"An invitation?" Jake teased back. "Well, I'll gladly accept, sir."

The large man's eyebrows rose surprisingly near his hairline, clearly astonished by Jake's move.

"You made me laugh, Deadpool," he remarked. "Take as much as you want."

Jake shrugged his shoulders and playfully cupped his hand over Colossus' groin area. His response was priceless, eyes widening in surprise.

"You're not my dad, but I'm positive you've fathered children," Jake continued, suppressing his laughter.

"Would you like me to be your dad in return?" Colossus asked.

"I wouldn't object, but I'm a bit of a size queen," Jake shared. "Your, uhm, manhood appears to exceed my comfort limit."

Colossus roared with laughter, "You're something else, Deadpool. You want to test the water?"

"This free risk assessment might be necessary to confirm your compatibility," Jake reasoned, laughing as he promptly removed his hand.

Colossus stared at Jake curiously, then nodded approvingly, "I can be your daddy if you want. It seems you'll have plenty of choices, buddy."

"Yes, my preferences tend towards vibrant redheads for now. Maybe double the fun later on," Jake admitted.

"If the petite one doesn't work out for you, give me a shout," Colossus suggested. "She's not too shabby."

"Redheads it is," Jake confirmed. "Shall we both become polyamorous fathers?"

"If it's compatible, it works for me," Colossus smiled.

Jake and Colossus entered the auditorium and discovered a place to stand in the back, as the chairs were all occupied.

"So, what's your line of work, Colossus?" Jake inquired.

"I'm a personal trainer," he said, unsurprising to Jake given his bulky physique. "I specialize in working with wealthy clients. I train athletes and celebrities."

"A sports fan? Me too!" Jake exclaimed.

Thrilled at the shared passion, Jake asked Colossus about his favorite sports, teams, and the celebrities he trained. Colossus was equally interested in Jake's line of work and who he represented. The two men struck gold when they discovered they shared a client - a Chargers linebacker.

Upon noticing people getting up from their seats and vacating the auditorium, Jake realized he had been chatting with Colossus for two hours and missed the entire panel discussion. Scanning the crowd for Layna or anyone from their group, he found neither, sensing both were missing.

Hey, Anton, gotta go fast, said Jake, giving a fist bump to the big dude. "I must find my fiancée."

Jake glanced at his phone and saw several unread texts from Layna. The last message told him where to meet her, so he rushed off in that direction while sending back a reply.

"Where did you vanish to?" Layna asked, frowning.

"I met a guy, and we chatted the whole time, leaving me," he explained. "So, what's the situation with Mila?"

Layna beamed, then confided in his ear, "It's a go. We'll need to burn some time first before the three of us can escape back to our hotel room. When Katie and Sebastian want to get dinner, and they will, then we'll pretend to be tired and don't want to eat."

"Smooth move, doll," Jake said, grinning lewdly. "Where is Mila now?"

"She went to find condoms. I assumed you didn't bring any with you since you never know when things might get steamy with the cosplayer like you did back home."

"You're prepared, sweetheart," he said. "In fact, I did bring a couple Cialis. In case you got frisky with the cosplayer, I didn't want to miss out on rounds two and three."

"Nice," she said. "Right now, let's follow Katie and Sebastian's lead and prepare for the next few hours before we make our move."

"You're a fiendishly clever beauty," he complimented. "You're far and away the sexiest woman I've ever encountered."

In the next two hours, Jake, Layna, and Mila were so eager to leave that they had the patience of charged-up racehorses. Behind the sister and brother, they shared surreptitious looks and amused glances, their excitement amplifying.

At 5:30, with a sigh of relief, Katie declared, "I'm ready to go."

"What do you fancy doing, then?" Layna inquired, caught off guard.

"I want to relax," Katie replied. "Why don't we head to your hotel? We can have a drink in the bar and, after we grow bored of that, return to your room for a chill night."

Jake hid his frown under his mask.

[What the hell?! You waited for a threesome, and the sister nixed it all. Two stars. Unless this escalates into a group session with the sister. Let's check the tags... No incest. Just threesome is on board. I'll wait and see what develops. In the meantime, head over and grab a whip or a chain - I can't tell what you'll need, and I'm not judging. Just get it.]

Jake, Layna, and Mila exchanged nervous glances. That wasn't part of the plan.

"What about dinner?" Layna inquired, surprised at the development.

"No, thanks," Katie said. "I'd rather go somewhere where I can order a drink and potentially ogle some potential hotties."

"I'm in agreement," Sebastian chimed in, sliding up next to Katie. "After seeing people in fitting outfits all day, I'm craving a more personal connection."

Katie held her hand out, which Sebastian promptly slapped.

As Katie, Sebastian, and Mila continued their discussion on what to do, Layna dragged Jake aside.

"Sun Tzu, got a better strategy?" Jake asked her. "A plan B?"

"No luck," Layna moaned. "And Mila's morning flight departs tomorrow at 11 AM. If it's not tonight, it won't happen."

"How can we alter this?"

"I don't have any idea," she sighed, thoroughly disheartened. "Unless something exciting takes their focus soon, today's scheme is kaput."

"What would they find enticing?"

"I'm uncertain," she lamented. "What would interest a size queen and a bisexual man seeking fun?"

"Hey, Jake," a booming voice broke out from a distance. "Pleasure bumping into you again. I planned to obtain your contact information earlier."

Jake looked over as he heard a familiar baritone. He raised a brow under his mask, though his Deadpool mask shielded his expression.

[Deus ex machina? Seriously? That's just sloppy writing. Even at your age, Eileen, you shouldn't run out of ideas after one decent work. It's fine. I'll prepare myself for either strangling the cyclops or fondling the kitten soon. Let's get going and grab whatever accessory you use - I don't give a crap about it. Just get it.] [What did you call me?] [Eileen, you're young and brilliant. I was just making a joke about her putting in a deus ex machina. It's time for you to take your game to the next level by experiencing either some kitten play or a cyclops strangling. Let's pick up the necessary materials now.] [Oh, excuse me. Yes. I've heard about your kinky preferences. I meant you should go find your preferred accessory. I'm not here to pass judgment.]

[I'm quite aware of my preferences, and, if I may, I'll place my order. Hey, Jake, I'm happy we met again. I needed to get your card.]

Jake turned to the deep voice, raising an eyebrow.

[A stroke of luck? I wish! Just grab any instrument or implement you want, and I'll be ready in a bit.] [My apologies. Yes, I've noticed your propensities. I was instructing him to grab whatever sexual toy he prefers. I won't query.]

Jake excitedly greeted Anton, steering his attention toward Layna who was curiously observing the large figure. "Anton, your timing couldn't have been better. You're the man I've been wanting to see."

Anton chuckled and asked if Jake's opinions on their previous encounter had changed.

Jake smiled and spoke of two individuals who might be interested in the proposition of Anton being their father figure.

Katie and Sebastian were introduced to Anton, their eyes widening in awe as he approached them flanked by Jake.

Jake described Anton as a personal trainer for celebrities, an athlete, a bisexual man with a massive cock, and an amicable character.

With shock on their faces, the three exchanged glances, not knowing what to say.

Katie and Sebastian were introduced to Anton, who was described by Jake as a personal trainer for celebrities, a gifted athlete, and a bisexual man endowed with a colossal penis and an affable nature.

"Anton, I don't have any business cards on me, but you can get my number from Katie," Jake mentioned casually.

Jake turned around and strolled away, leaving behind the awestruck threesome.

Layna and Mila, who had drifted away during Jake's grand moment, were giggling nearby, captivated by him and their burning desires.

Jake walked towards Layna and Mila, linking their arms through his, smiling and saying, "Let's get out of here while they're distracted."

Mila chuckled suggestively, stating, "That was hilarious."

Layna murmured adoringly in his ear, "My hero."

Correcting her, Jake quipped, "Anti-hero."

Throwing off their Deadpool masks, the threesome burst into their hotel room. Layna and Mila placed their wine glasses on a console table, pouring themselves a glass of cheap cabernet sauvignon. Excited anticipation dominated the room.

With the necessary provisions acquired and the initial thrill subsiding, the ladies and I found ourselves standing before each other, eyes locked. A sudden tension abruptly gave way to arousal.

With authority, I proclaimed, "Let's shower first before we start the fun. I intend to taste both of you."

Quickly, the mood became unsettled. It needed reigniting. Thankfully, the bottleneck in my brain cleared, preventing me from articulating a seemingly brilliant yet unwarranted suggestion.

Synchronized, Layna and Mila grabbed hold of my chest and crotch, rubbing it through my costume. Their expressions betrayed their intentions as one eyed the other. Concern turned to excitement within me.

Layna made the first move, asking if I planned to have sex with Deadpool. Mila mirrored her actions, demanding I deflower her and Mila with my personhood.

I downed the last of my wine, then crossed paths with Katie and Sebastian. "I suggest we shower before we continue," I said, aiming for some control in this situation.

I downed my crappy wine, decided to reveal false intentions, and ordered, "Shower first before we start the fun. I want to taste both of you."

Initially elated, the mood suddenly felt awkward. I needed to reestablish the atmosphere.

Their fingers caressed my chest and crotch, two beautiful women sexually tempted. Layna and Mila took a heavy gulp of their wine, released their hands from my body and set their wine glasses aside. Soon, the trio was moving in on me, clawing at the costume to reach me before the other could. I drained my glass.

Layna seized me first, briefly touching my chest and lower abs, transfixed on Mila about to reach me.

"I'm unsure," Layna cooed provocatively. "I think I want Deadpool to fuck me. What about you?"

Mila followed Layna's lead, approaching me with equal claim. "Yeah, we want you to have sex with both of us, Mr. Reynolds."

Mila and Layna maneuvered themselves to grope me simultaneously, their hands experiencing different textures, my cock reacting with life.

Next time, I replied softly. My focus was on the playful banter. "I've had enough of dressing up today. Both of you get in the shower so I can show off my skills with my mouth."

I gently pressed each of them on their behinds, causing them to shift, wiggle and giggle. They looked like mischievous siblings up to no good.

While their little dance carried on, I managed to remove my shoes, retrieve a Cialis pill from my bag and swallow it. Unlike the morning cup of coffee, I take Cialis before a group double-date. Though, different strokes for different folks.

I entered the bathroom, noticing one thing at first. The shower wasn't designed for three grown-ups. Secondly, Layna had unzipped Mila's costume to her waist.

In an attempt to be chivalrous, I thought to help Mila out. However, I wasn't done playing with Layna's ass yet, so I slapped her on it, earning another jump and "oooh" from her. The shock wore off, though, making way for a coy smile and a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

With my gaze on Mila's full, full lips, I approached her. My fingers gripped the costume at the bottom and eased it down her arms. Mila smiled at me, eyes holding mine, eyes that seemed to speak volumes.

As I moved, Layna couldn't resist joining in. She ran her hands across Mila's upper arms before cupping and kneading her breasts, causing Mila to gasp. A perfect example of sisterly love.

Next came Mila's waist, then her hips. I saw her smooth, toned legs when she stepped away from her costume and turned around to watch. Mila paid less attention to her surroundings and focused on the woman in front of her. Their lips locked, lips softer than silk and warm.

Layna stepped away from Mila, took my hands, and guided me to her costume, removed it in a flash. In the next second, Layna's bra and panties had similarly made their departure. My hands held hers, enjoying the feel of hard nipples, and the soft skin on her hips and thighs.

Mila's hands joined the party, leaving Layna quivering and hungry for more, even though they were still kissing. Layna returned to me, leaving a trail of smeared lipstick and drool on Mila's face.

They broke away from their makeout session, heading for the shower.

"Bath time, tigers," teased Mila. "But first..."

Layna moved nearer me, tearing apart the zipper at the back of my costume. An instant after, I was pushed forward to get it off while following the bare-skinned ladies into the shower.

Their kisses continued as they washed each other, leaving my costume to influence my mood further. Curling it around my waist, I yanked at the zipper, falling into the muddy whirlpool of their senses. I watched them slip and slide against each other, leaving me at the edge of the tub, my back to them.

With a start, I finally found the damn zipper. My costume joined the conversation as they reached for soap and began more intimate exploration. I shockingly noticed that, like Layna, Mila had no hair on her palette.

When Mila grabbed the body wash, they took hands, gliding them along each other's backs, legs, hips, and everywhere else. Engulfed in the tender, sensual act, they didn't hurry. No need to rush in the face of such pleasure. And in case I forgot, Layna could also create corner-to-corner smudge-paint on my eyes with her lips.

As Layna tenderly washed her sister, I watched. Each touch became more sensual, lingering, and intimate. When Layna's face turned, a waggling tongue rewarded Mila's body with a wet kiss. Her name left Layna's mouth about ten times, each time delivered with your typical striptease moan. Although that wouldn't be classified as painful.

A warm shower later, Layna washed away the last of the face paint as Mila groped and kissed languidly. Eventually, they drew apart, a gentle murmur escaping each parted set of lips. Peter ceased his bathrobe extraction process, and I stared at the four-person shower that barely held two. My costume was next, quickly removed, its zipper following suit.

In that moment, I felt a sudden realization that Gabriela and Layna had never been as sensuous with each other as they appeared. There was always a sense of one-upping each other, trying to outdo the other in terms of pleasure. It seemed almost torrid, like two people trying to out-fuck the other. What I observed between Mila and Layna, however, felt more like true love. I could see the incredible connection and intimacy between them as they tenderly embraced and kissed while caressing each other as if they were old lovers.

I had a sudden urge to get closer, to join them in this intimate moment. I asked Layna to undo my zipper, which she did. Once it was down, I set to work taking off my costume, which took a little effort. Eventually, I stood there, overcome with anticipation. I noticed two naked women, playing with each other's nipples, not kissing anymore; they were watching me expectantly.

I approached the women, "Hey, are you guys ready for me?" I asked, grinning cockily.

"Umm, not here, sweetie," Layna replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, I think we'll need to wait to get out," Mila added in a similar manner.

"Forget that," I said, walking toward the shower. The bathroom seemed cramped since there was just enough room to stand in it. This meant no blowing anyone and no going down on anyone. But since options were limited, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I turned to Layna and told her, "I love you." Then I planted a deep, passionate kiss on her. I held her face gently as my tongue played with hers, while her hands gently traced circles on my chest.

While kissing Layna, I felt Mila's hands grasp my cock, stroking it with soapy fingers. The heightened sensation prompted me to say, "Let's soap ourselves up so we can get out of here." Layna and Mila agreed. Once everyone was covered with soap, we exited the bathroom.

Back in the bedroom, Layna and Mila resumed their passionate kissing, caressing each other. They both touched breasts at the same time. Layna pinched Mila's nipples, while Mila massaged Layna's pert breasts. They didn't seem to mind my presence, so I requested they lie down.

Layna lay on her side, facing Mila, while Mila lay flat on her back. I was more than eager to join that embrace. I reached over and stroked both their thighs, their hips, hands gliding up and down their bodies. Eager for more, though, Layna's hand slid up to Mila's breast and pulled on it slightly. I took this as an invitation and spread Mila's legs open with my hands, making my way to her center with my tongue. Savoring the tangy, wet taste, I lapped at her entrance and clit. Mila trembled under my tongue.

After a while, once Mila caught her breath, she and Layna resumed their kissing. As I watched them entwined in a tender, loving embrace, I knew it was time to join them in the bliss.

"Lie down," I ordered, feeling their bums beneath my hands.

Layna promptly lay down on the bed, while Mila continued to lie on her back. A knowing wink was exchanged between the two friends, and then Layna fondled Mila's well-shaped thighs, spreading them open. Almost instinctively, I moved in, nestling between Mila's thighs and spreading her apart with my fingers. Then I took my time as I used my tongue to explore her warm, wet suit. I laved at her entrance, maybe tracing circles around it and finally hitting her clit. Mila shuddered, and I knew I'd found her spot.

As I continued to caress, Mila and Layna resumed their passionate kissing. But this time, they appeared to be acknowledging me as an active player in their love. I watched as Mila's hand slipped down to Layna's pussy, trying to touch it, but getting panels in the way. Layna shifted, using her knee to move aside the offending panels on her costume. I wasted no time thrusting my tongue up into Mila. Her body shook in response, and Layna shifted, noisily kissing Mila as though she was trying to share every feeling with her.

Finally, Layna whispered, "That's enough." Mila and Layna finished kissing and jumped up, composing themselves. They joined me on the bed, cuddling up together while I lay on my side, spent from my previous activities. Together, they watched me slowly drift off to sleep, still wrapped in their afterglow of sensual pleasure.

Layla's anticipation leading up to this moment was palpable, her juices flowing abundantly and consistently. Before I starting getting into it, I effortlessly slid two fingers into her fervently, gliding them along her internal walls to locate her sensitive spot. She jolted when I found it, then slightly swayed her hips to heighten her own satisfaction. I seized the opportunity to further tease her, sucking and flicking her clit with my lips and tongue.

Layla moaned deeply and loudly into Anna's mouth, her back arching as a result of my oral stimulation. I couldn't help but notice Anna moving a foot on the bed, elevating her knee, exposing her sex to me. With my free hand, I picked up Anna's juices from her opening, then rubbed her clitoris while I kept tending to Layla.

Both girls were panting and moaning now, though Layla was clearly reaching her climax. I maintained my speed and pressure. If it got her this far, it would certainly take her over the top. It did.

Layla quietly came. She released a series of soft moans in Anna's mouth that coincided with a series of small tremors in her legs and stomach.

"Oh my God, that was so good," Layla breathed while I continued to lick and caress at a slow pace.

"Now it's your turn, babe," I eventually informed Anna, waggling my eyebrows at her as Layla's climax subsided.

"Why don't you lie down?" Anna proposed. "Layla can ride you while I keep your mouth occupied."

"Done," I responded, making my way towards the center of the bed and lying on my back, the girls maneuvering themselves so that I could pass through them.

Anna instantly straddled my face, her ass pressing against my chest, her vagina hovering above my mouth. Layla moved towards her purse, grabbing the box of condoms, and taking one out.

"I've been waiting all day to have your incredible mouth on me," Anna stated, running her hands through my hair and humping her clit on my mouth. "This really is the best way to use your sharp tongue."

I'd witnessed Anna be this dominant before and understood what would come next. She was going to experience her enjoyment through me. All I had to do was keep my tongue out, move it when possible, and try to survive without suffocating. I brought my hands up to her upper thighs, relishing the feel of her soft skin as she gyrated on my face. I observed her facial features contort through a myriad of emotions, while her breasts jiggled and her fiery red locks bounced wildly.

I felt a hand enclose my shaft, followed by the indisputable sensation of a condom being put on my crown and gliding down my shaft. Layla was preparing to rejoin the fun.

With Anna straddling my face, I experienced Layla exclusively through touch. I felt the soft skin of her legs and calves pushing against me as she mounted me. Felt her fingers hold my shaft upright. And then felt her tight, warm opening accept me as she gradually lowered herself.

It didn't escape me that the two women were using me as a sexual toy. One riding my face, the other riding my erection. I cared not. Hearing these two beautiful women express their approval of my sexual talents gave me the biggest ego boost I'd ever encountered.

Due to Layna's erratic movements and heavy panting, I could discern that she was near her climax. Knowing this would push her over the edge, I spread her buttocks with my hands.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, her legs twitching violently when the first wave of pleasure hit. As her climax continued to unfold, she clutched my hair tightly, gritting her teeth and moaning, while she rocked her hips to accommodate each new wave of ecstasy.

Layna's orgasm generated my own, sharing the climax with Layla's tight pussy as the condom prevented any loss of sensitivity. I released Layna's cheeks, my hands finding a grip on Layla's thighs as I pulsed into the condom and grunted into Layna's genitals.

Layna threw her leg over my head and collapsed on the bed, while Layla planted her hands on my chest and kept moving smoothly. Her shoulder-length black hair flounced and swung as she picked up her pace, her small breasts swinging minimally. I lifted my head to take a firm nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, while my hands gripped her ass and squeezed.

I was still aroused. I silently thanked the inventor of Viagra.

Layla moved my head down, then leaned into me, her mouth meeting mine. She slowed her pace, transforming her movement into something more sensual, rotating her hips circularly just like her tongue did.

I lifted Layla's backside and separated from her, halting our kiss. "I must replace the condom," I informed her.

I removed the used condom and discarded it. I then put on a new one and walked back towards the bed. Layna was lying down, her legs open, with Mila's face buried in her vagina, faced down and bottom up. It was obvious what Mila wanted, so when she moved her ass around, I laughed and moved behind her.

I grabbed Mila's hips, checking out her delicious heart-shaped ass, and effortlessly slid back inside her. As I fucked her from behind, my eyes met with Layna's, which were burning with lust. Watching her squint while her open mouth panted drove me crazy. I grabbed Mila's butt cheeks and fucked her harder. She groaned deeply, showing her appreciation for the harder sex.

Layna stroked her breasts with her palms, rubbing her nipples, while her bright blue eyes hungrily watched me have sex with her friend. The same friend who was eating her pussy.

"Oh God," Mila groaned quietly before she became silent, focusing on taking deep breaths. The only sound now was that of my hips hitting hers. Her pussy tightened around my cock, signaling that she was climaxing again. I continued to fuck her fiercely, only slowing a bit when she let out a squeak.

Layna held Mila's face in her hands and beamed as she observed her friend coming apart from the intense sex I was giving her.

When I felt Mila's body move towards the bed, I helped her lie next to Layna. When her head hit the pillow, she closed her eyes and focused on catching her breath.

"She really enjoyed it," Layna remarked.

I laughed and then looked at my darling, saying sweetly, "Your turn, my love."

Layna lay back, her eyes watching me, and I quickly took off the condom, throwing it away. She parted her thighs, grabbed my cock, and guided me towards her vagina. As soon as I felt my tip touch her entrance, I pushed inside her. Despite her being completely wet, she was still a little tight. I went in slowly, feeling her body slowly open and accept me.

Layna moaned softly as my crown pushed past her resistance, the sounds she makes when I enter her. A quiet, sexy sound she only makes for me. A sound I enjoy more than anything.

After feeling the difference between fucking with a rubber and sliding through her slippery folds, I was fully inside her.

"Holy fuck, you feel amazing," I groaned in her ear as we found our groove. The rhythm of us making love felt so natural.

"I love you, Jake," she whispered. "Thank you for this."

"You're welcome, Layna," I responded heartfeltly. "Do you think the reality lived up to the fantasy?"

"Not even close," she answered, putting her arms around me, tucking her feet under my ass. "The reality was way better."

We heard a snore and glanced over. Mila was asleep.

"Wow, babe," Layna said, sounding amazed. "You made her fall asleep."

We both chuckled, our hips still rolling, creating a perfect sea of movement.

"Should we wake her?" Layna asked.

"Babe?" I inquired.

"Yes?"

"I'm tired of talking. Just kiss me."

She grinned, and we closed our eyes, letting our lips touch again. Our tongues danced and tangled, trying to outdo each other. She held me tight with her arms and legs, as our hips continued to move in synchrony.

I could feel my climax approaching rapidly as I enjoyed the feeling of being so entangled with the woman I love. My intelligent, nerdy, artistic genius pushed all my buttons; I had no hope of lasting long. Apparently, I had the same effect on her.

Our movements became more urgent as we neared the peak. Our tongues battled for dominance, while our hips rolled and thrust with increasing intensity. As I was about to orgasm, Layna came first.

"Unh," she moaned softly, then gently bit my shoulder. She held me tightly as her orgasm hit her, triggering my own climax. I groaned as my cock fired its load into her, triggering a warm tingling that filled every inch of my body.

I continued to thrust slowly inside Layna, satisfying her through the end of her climax. When it was over, I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. We stared silently at each other, our smiles growing wider.

"I love you, Layna," I whispered to her. "I can't wait to marry you."

"I love you too, Jake," she answered with a beaming smile. "I can't wait to marry you."

Layna and I kept staring into each other's eyes, completely lost in our affection, when we suddenly heard Mila moving. We turned our heads to see her observing us, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"You guys up for round two?" she taunted, biting on her lower lip as her eyes twinkled with excitement. "I'd like to see Jake fuck you from behind while you perform oral pleasures on me."

Layna's grin was almost too wide to fit on her face. She turned towards me, her voice dripping with wicked intent. "So, what do you think, honey?"

"Do whatever you want, darling," I replied, rolling to the other side, further away from Mila. "This is your fantasy after all. Although, even with my performance-enhancing drug, I need a little break before I can push myself for a third time. If you two ladies want to get a head start and present me with something entertaining to witness while I recuperate, I won't protest."

Layna laughed. "I believe we're capable of handling that," she responded, her eyes sparkling with lust. Then she pivoted to Mila, opened her legs wide, and grinned menacingly, "I think you know your role, whore."

The narrative concluded at this point.

***

[Still here, huh? What do you want? Extra content?

Dream of more shenanigans between Layna, Mila, and Jake? Unfortunately, the hacker behind this had to return to their day job before they could write more and meet the entry deadline. However, if you come across a new author named "Jakepool," be sure to check out their entire catalog.

As a token of gratitude, I'd like to thank the true artists behind the scenes: the editors. P_Anderer and Ddylvsmycl1t, as stated by C.J. Cherryh, "It's alright to write garbage…as long as you edit brilliantly." P and D, thank you for making this garbage look fantastic.]

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