Cosplay at Comicon

"You want to go where?" I asked, unsure if I'd heard her correctly.

"Comicon!" Layna replied enthusiastically, her striking turquoise eyes twinkling with excitement. "It's the last weekend in July, down in San Diego."

"You're talking about a comic book convention, right?" I asked, still thinking she was messing with me.

"It's more than just that," she countered, still smiling broadly. "It's an experience. They have speakers that present about upcoming movies. Maybe they'll have news on the next Deadpool movie. I know how much you love your boy, Ryan."

It was true. I loved the Merc with the Mouth. He was one of the few Marvel characters I enjoyed. It's like he was designed for a guy like me: a foul-mouthed wise ass who blows peoples' brains out or hacks them to pieces with his twin katanas. However, despite my secret, one-way bromance with Ryan Reynolds, I still didn't want to spend a summer weekend at a geek-fest.

"I used to go to Comicon all the time before we met," she added. "You'll love it. It's so fun!"

"Don't people dress up like it's Halloween?" I inquired, though I was just buying time.

"It's called cosplay, but yes, that's one of the best parts," she answered enthusiastically, her excitement showing no signs of waning.

"Is that how you found those awesome Mortal Kombat costumes that we wore for Halloween last year?" I asked, still trying to buy time.

"Jake?" she asked, the enthusiasm fading as she hit me with her serious voice.

"And how did I not know you were such a nerd?" I joked, hoping to change the subject. "When did that happen?"

"Jake," she said sternly, giving me a no-nonsense expression; her eyebrows cocked, and her head tilted.

"Ugh," I sighed, my shoulders falling. "I don't want to spend a weekend in July at a comic book convention, babe. Can we do something else?" I offered, hoping she'd suggest something else. Anything else.

"Yeah, Jake," she replied, annoyed. "I'm sure there's a game on that weekend that you want to watch. There's always a game on."

'Ouch,' I thought, as I watched my fiancée turn around, walk into our bedroom, and close the door. 'That didn't go well.'

***

I entered my credit card information on the hotel's website and clicked submit. When I received the confirmation of my reservation, I closed the screen and stood up. I sighed, then headed to Layna's office, which was right next to mine.

Layna and I usually worked in the conference room together. However, for the past two days, since I shot her down on going to Comicon, she'd been working in her own office.

The last two days had been tense between us. Layna had been angry at me before. For a year after we met, we shared a mutual dislike for one another. Yet, this time was different. Layna wasn't just angry. She was disappointed in me.

And her disappointment bothered me more than if she'd just been pissed at me. Because, unlike during our one-year feud, I care about Layna now. We were getting married in a month. It pained me to know that I'd disappointed the woman I loved. I never wanted to let her down.

When I thought it through, I understood what she was upset about. Her remark that there was "always a game on," made it clear that she felt we always did the things I wanted to do. Basically, I'd been a selfish prick.

I hadn't seen it that way until she brought it up because we had so much fun together. We worked together and loved our jobs. We exercised together. We ate meals together, where the conversation always flowed, usually about work or wedding plans. We watched television together, usually liking the same shows. And, best of all, we had an incredible sex life.

Layna and I were also different in many ways, though. I was a crude, sport-obsessed cave man. She liked sports, too, and often watched them with me. Yet, she was also far more worldly than me. She liked art, theatre, concerts, dancing, reading books, and, apparently, nerdy shit like Comicon.

Being an athlete and a bachelor up until my thirties, I'd gotten very accustomed to watching sports, reading about sports, or talking about sports all the time. I never had someone in my life with whom I had to compromise. I did what I wanted, didn't ask permission, and had no one to apologize to.

I realized that if I was going to marry Layna--and I wanted to marry her more than anything in the world--then I needed to be more open to doing things she wanted to do. I couldn't do what I wanted all the time. I had to be more flexible if I wanted our relationship to work. And I did want it to work. That was the realization I arrived at earlier in the day.

Her office door was open. I stepped inside, knocked on the door, and asked cautiously, "Hey, can I talk to you?"

She looked up from her computer, her eyes meeting mine, then answered flatly, "Sure. What's up?"

"I've been thinking... "

"There's a change," she mumbled, interrupting me.

I was undeterred.

"I've been thinking that you are right, and I was wrong."

That got her attention. She folded her arms and sat back, her eyes granting me permission to proceed.

"When you made the comment the other day about there always being a game on, I realized I was being selfish. You try to enjoy the things I like, including things you probably wouldn't do if it were up to you. I haven't given you the same courtesy. The same respect. I'm sorry, babe."

"Look, Jake," she began, her tone a little softer. "I don't mind watching sports. I know it's your passion, and I love that about you. Plus, our jobs revolve around sports. I get that it's important to know what's going on. I just don't want it to become the only focal point of our lives. Like, maybe we could watch one, maybe two baseball games on the weekend, instead of four or more."

"I agree," I jumped in. "I want to be better about making sure we're also doing things that you enjoy, which is why I booked us a room in San Diego for the weekend."

Layna's eyes lit up, her smile creeping up at the corners.

"We're going to Comicon," I finished, flashing her a grin.

Layna screamed as she hopped out of her chair, then threw herself at me. She pecked at my lips, cheeks, and neck, as she threw her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. I nearly fell over from her assault.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she gushed, the joy in her eyes warming my heart. I met her gaze and saw the look in her eyes that I loved to see. The one that told me she loved me.

"You're welcome, princess," I whispered. "Forgive me?"

"Yes," she answered. "Thanks for thinking about my feelings."

She unwrapped her legs from around me, though kept her arms around my neck.

"Does this mean you'll get dressed up in costume with me?" she asked eagerly.

"Don't push your luck, princess," I replied with a smirk.

"Please," she begged, her lower lip out in a pout, her eyes sad and pleading.

"I'll think about it," I conceded.

"That's all I need," she said. "I think I have a way to help you make up your mind."

Watching Layna's lips curl into a wicked grin, I was concerned about what she had in mind.

***

I looked away from the endorsement agreement I was reviewing to check my watch. Layna had been gone for about forty-five minutes. She said she was running downstairs to grab us lunch, which usually didn't take this long. I wasn't that hungry, but I was a little concerned about how long it was taking her. I decided to give her fifteen more minutes, then dove back into the agreement.

"Excuse me, Professor Maxwell," I heard a sultry voice behind me say from the doorway to the conference room. "I'm having a 'hard' time with your class. Can I talk to you about it?"

I swiveled around in my chair and nearly fell out of it when I saw who, or what, was standing in the doorway.

It was Layna, wearing black rimmed glasses, her long blonde hair in two pigtails, and what, I think, was supposed to be a schoolgirl outfit. It sure as shit wasn't from any school I'd ever attended. The short-sleeved white button-up shirt, pocket protector, and black tie looked normal. However, the very short red, black, and white plaid skirt, sheer white knee-high socks, and black Maryjane pumps looked more like something I'd expect to see worn at a Spearmint Rhino than at any school.

She stared at me coquettishly, her forefinger in her mouth between her teeth, her left knee bent, as she swayed her hips slightly. The classic, "I'm shy but want you to fuck my brains out" pose.

I sat speechless. In my moment of hesitation, I saw it in her eyes. Triumph. She had me right where she wanted me, and she knew it.

"Oh, Professor Maxwell, I would do anything to pass your class," she continued, walking toward me, eyeing me hungrily like I was her lunch. "Just tell me what I can do."

My mouth moved, but no sound came out. I was like a fish out of water, gasping for air.

She grinned.

"It's okay, Professor, I know you can't say what you want," she went on, her hands on my chest while her left knee rested between my legs, right up against my crotch. "I know it could get you fired to say what it is that you want.

"But I know what it is," she said seductively as she pushed against my chest to stand back up. She pulled out a pen from the pocket protector and dropped it on the floor behind her. "Oops."

Layna pivoted on the balls of her feet until she was facing away from me, her ass right in front of my face.

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

She bent down without bending her knees and I watched that plaid skirt slide ever-so-slowly up until it was only covering half of her ass. She wasn't wearing any panties, leaving her glistening sex and tight rosebud inches from my face. I swallowed hard, closed my eyes briefly, and took in the intoxicating smell of her aroma. My cock was instantly and painfully hard.

"See something you like?" she cooed quietly as she stood up and turned back to face me.

I nodded vigorously.

"Is it hard... " she began, pausing, then continuing, "to have such a bad student in your class?"

I nodded again.

"I don't mean to be a bad student, but I know I'm struggling because I talk too much in your class," she offered. "Maybe you need to do something about my mouth always being open."

Layna grabbed my belt and pulled firmly, my cue that she wanted me to stand up. I followed her lead.

Once I was on my feet, she dropped down to her knees, her hands sliding along my chest, over my stomach, and coming to a rest at my belt. She slowly removed it, as I stared into her eyes through those thick glasses. When the belt was gone, she began to unbutton my pants, moving at a torturously slow place. She just hummed innocently, her two pigtails swishing gently as she removed my pants.

"Would you like me to suck your cock now, Professor?" she asked, just as she gently wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft.

"Yes," I groaned, my voice hoarse, my throat dry. "I want to see you earn your grade in my class, Miss Donovan."

Layna flicked her tongue teasingly along my tip, softly brushing along the underside, causing my cock to twitch at each contact. It was beautiful, blissful torture.

She moved to full lip kisses on the crown, while her hand began to pump slowly. I grabbed her pigtails, one in each hand, and let out a deep groan when she finally took my head in fully between her lips.

"Does that feel good, Professor?" she asked, still staring up at me with those glasses.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned. "Show me what you can do."

"Yes, sir," she replied, then slipped me deep into her throat, her lips passing more than halfway down my shaft. I felt my cock twitch, and pleasure tingle all over, as she flicked and swirled her tongue along my shaft as she bobbed.

Layna broke eye contact and ramped up the intensity. She fondled my balls with her left hand, stroked me with her right, and bobbed rapidly up and down my shaft, pleasuring it with her lips and tongue. I held tightly to her pigtails, watching her hair swish as she worked me vigorously.

I quickly felt the familiar sensation of a growing orgasm. I was seconds away from coating my naughty little student's mouth. And then she stopped.

My balls and shaft still in her hands, Layna slowly pulled her mouth off my cock. Then she looked back up at me, a lascivious little smirk on her face.

"Do you like the way I'm sucking your cock?"

"Yes," I said quickly, eager for her to finish. "It's incredible. I was about to come."

"Would you like me to finish then?" she teased, giving my shaft a very slow and shallow pump.

"Yes! For God's sake, Layna, I'm so close."

"Are you going to wear a costume with me at Comicon?"

"Yes, I'll wear whatever you want, just please finish."

"Are you going to get into character?"

"Wha--fuck, yes, I'll get into character."

"Would you like to come on my glasses?"

"Now that you put that image in my head I do!" I exclaimed with glee.

Layna took me back into her mouth and picked up where she left off. I rediscovered heaven as she sucked, stroked, and fondled me right back to the precipice.

When my balls tightened, Layna pulled her mouth off and tilted her head back, sticking her tongue out, while her hand continued to stroke me. The sight of her with her mouth open combined with the thought of coming on her glasses, sent me over the edge.

I watched with delight as my cock pulsed, firing thick white ropes across her cheeks, glasses, and forehead. I'd only come on Layna's face a handful of times, and every time was a treat. Like waiting all year for presents on Christmas. As my orgasm wound down, I let out a breath I'd been holding, sending shivers throughout my body.

Layna took that as her cue to take my sensitive manhood back into her mouth, slowly draining the last of my spend as she looked up at me, her turquoise eyes unobstructed by the cum-covered glasses that had slipped down her nose. I savored every little bob and twist, as my cum glacially slid down her cheeks.

"Wow, babe, that was fucking awesome," I exhaled.

"I take it you liked the costume?" she asked, her tongue flicking my tip.

"Oh yeah, it's a keeper," I answered, shuddering as her tongue tickled my sensitive head. "I'm already thinking about what I want to do with you next time you wear that outfit."

"I'm glad you said that," she gloated. "Because now it's official. You're into cosplay. And probably anime based on how much you enjoyed this particular scenario. That makes you a nerd, pretty boy. Welcome to the club."

"Whatever you say, princess." I was in no position to argue.

***

I set my bag near the front door of our apartment, then checked my watch. Layna left the apartment before nine o'clock that morning and it was now mid-afternoon. I'd wanted to hit the road earlier, knowing how bad traffic could be from Los Angeles to San Diego on a Friday.

We planned to drive down to San Diego on Friday, attending Comicon for most of the day on Saturday and Sunday. Friday and Saturday evening, we wanted to hit the bars and restaurants in the Gas Lamp District. Then, after a few hours at the convention on Sunday, we'd make the long drive back up to Los Angeles.

Just as I was about to text Layna, I heard the door open.

"Oh good, we need--" I began to say before a sexy long-legged, redhead strolled into my apartment.

"Hey, babe," Layna greeted me. "What do you think?"

Layna's straight, golden blonde hair was gone. In its place were copper waves that had my pulse pounding. I'd never been into redheads, but Layna looked sensational.

"Excuse me, Miss, but you're way too hot to be here," I said, my eyes popping out of their sockets. "My fiancée will be home any minute."

Then I grinned, "Actually, I've probably got five minutes. Drop your pants so we can fuck before she returns."

Layna stepped to me, placed her hand on my cheek, and kissed me. I was all too happy to return the kiss of my now-redhead future wife.

"I just have one question," I remarked when our lips parted. "Does the carpet match the drapes?"

She chuckled, then purred in my ear, "I don't have carpet. I have a polished marble floor."

"Fuck, I love you," was all I had, my breath having already been taken away.

"Let me just go finish packing and then we can go," she said, walking back into bedroom.

"What's with the red hair, anyways?" I shouted back to her.

"It goes with my costume," she shouted back.

"What's your costume?"

"Black Widow," she yelled back.

Thoughts of Layna in tight black leather had me stirring below the belt. If she looked half as good as Scarlett Johansson, I was in for a real treat.

'Maybe I am into this cosplay shit,' I thought.

"I can't wait to see it," I hollered back. "By the way, did you get me a costume, too?"

"Of course," she answered, walking out of the bedroom with her bag in hand. "If I left it up to you, you'd be wearing a t-shirt and boardshorts."

"True," I admitted. "What did you get me?"

"Come on, babe," she replied, her head tilted with a slight frown, like I should have known the answer. "There's only one costume worthy of my foul-mouthed, sexy fiancé."

"Deadpool," we said simultaneously.

"Oh, by the way, babe," Layna said innocuously. "My sister and some friends are going to meet us there."

"Wait, what?"

***

"This place is great," Layna commented as the live band finished playing 'Paint it Black'.

"Yeah, the music is great," I agreed, guiding her off the dance floor. "It's just hot as hell in here. Let's go get some water."

Based on the recommendation of the hotel receptionist, and Yelp reviews, I'd found us a bar in the famous Gaslamp District of downtown San Diego that was highly regarded for its live music and dancing. Its reputation was apparently well-known because the place was packed; a combination of professional couples there for the music, young Marines and sailors from the nearby naval base looking for a good time, and plenty of girls, young and old, there to hook up with a cute sailor. Due to the crowd, along with the July heat, the place felt like a sauna.

I ordered a couple bottled waters from the bar, while Layna stood next to me and checked her phone. I noticed quite a few sailors ogling Layna's backside. She wore a navy-blue summer dress, which cutoff at mid-thigh, and strappy sandals, which showed off her tan athletic legs. Although the dress was loose fitting enough that she could move in it, it hung close enough to her body to highlight her firm ass and the shape of her hips. I grinned; my fiancé was fucking hot.

"Katie's here," Layna said, taking one of the waters, putting her phone away, and scanning the crowd.

'Great,' I thought.

I'd met Layna's older sister, Katie, a handful of times before, always at family functions or holidays. She wasn't my biggest fan. She was never rude to me, but she wasn't warm or friendly, either.

According to Layna, Katie's first impression of me was not a good one. That's because she formed that opinion when Layna and I still hated each other. Layna and Katie are close, so she complained about me to her sister. Though Layna and I had been together for over a year now, those first impressions of me being an asshole stuck with Katie. Layna assured me she'd warm up to me; it would just take some time.

When Katie stepped into view, and she and Layna saw each other, the girls screamed and crashed into each other's arms. They rocked and swayed as they squeezed one another. When Layna spun around enough for me to see her face, I saw that she was beaming. She loved her big sister. It was plain to see.

The resemblance between Katie and Layna was incredible; they were obviously sisters. Layna was a couple inches taller, had turquoise eyes rather than Katie's sky blue, and her pre-dye-job golden hair was a touch fairer than Katie's sandy blonde. Their faces, however, were virtually identical. They had the same nose, mouth, smile, and facial mannerisms. They also had similar builds; great legs, firm butts, enough curve in the hips to hold on to, and shapely breasts. The Donovan sisters were knockouts.

Watching Layna laugh and smile with her sister, I realized I needed to do a better job of getting along with Katie. Not only was she Layna's best friend, but she was also my future sister-in-law. I didn't want to be the guy who got in the way of Layna's relationship with her sister.

As I approached the girls, I noticed a lot of sailors' lust-filled eyes on them as Katie was touching Layna's copper-colored hair and laughing.

"Hey, Katie," I greeted her, warmly. "It's great to see you again."

"Hi, Jake," she replied, her tone neutral. "No game on tonight?" she asked with a smirk that was either playful or condescending; I couldn't determine which.

I glanced at Layna who gave me a sheepish shrug. Seemed she vented her frustrations about my downtime with her sister. Thankfully, I was prepared.

"No games this weekend," I responded. "This weekend is about Layna, and going forward, we'll be mixing things up a lot more. What's important to her is important to me." I made a point of looking Katie in the eyes when I said the last part.

Katie eyed me for a second, then smiled and nodded her head. She approved. I could still be charming when I wanted to.

I shifted my gaze back to Layna who was saying hello to a guy and another girl.

The guy looked to be about my age, standing maybe two inches above six feet, and thin, but fit. He was handsome, with tan skin, short chestnut-colored hair that was stylishly cut, intelligent brown eyes, and a roguish smile. Like me, he wore a short-sleeve button-up shirt and khaki shorts. I immediately disliked him when I saw him and Layna exchange pecks on the cheeks, and a very friendly hug.

The girl appeared to be in her late twenties and was also attractive. Very attractive. She stood around 5' 4" with a petite frame and fair skin. Her sleek, black hair went down to her shoulders, framing a beautiful face that contained a slightly upturned nose, pouty lips, a dazzling smile, and deep blue eyes. Her black leggings accentuated a pair of lovely legs that were topped with a firm ass and hips that curved slightly into a narrow waist. The loose, royal blue off-the-shoulder top she wore prevented me from assessing her chest, though it was clear she wasn't stretching the fabric.

"Jake, this is Sebastian," Katie introduced me to my new rival. "Sebastian, this is Jake, Layna's fiancé."

"Yes, I recognize you from the pictures Layna posted on Instagram," Sebastian said in a smooth voice as he took my proffered hand. "It's nice to meet you, Jake."

He had a firm handshake and made great eye contact. I really wasn't liking this guy. "Likewise," I offered in return, not really meaning it. "How do you know Layna and Katie?"

"Well," he laughed, smiling broadly. At what I had no fucking idea.

"He's my occasional fuck-buddy," Katie interjected dryly.

"That's one way to put it," he chuckled. Then he added, "I met Katie on Tinder about three years ago. I met Layna through Katie. To answer your original question."

'Alright, maybe he's not so bad,' I thought, noticing he was still shaking my hand. I let his hand go and let my own fall to my side.

"So, friends with benefits?" I asked.

"Yes, Sebastian is one of my very best friends," Katie answered, grinning at him. "And the benefits aren't bad either." They shot each other naughty looks.

I'd only interacted with Katie at family events, when her and Layna's parents were around. I had not yet met this very open version of Katie. I was taken aback.

I knew Katie was an elementary school teacher and had been divorced for several years after a brief marriage ended. Beyond that though, I didn't know her very well. As for the marriage, according to Layna, Katie and her ex-husband "weren't compatible," though Layna always said it with an air of mystery. Hearing Katie talk about meeting her "fuck-buddy" on Tinder was, therefore, not something I had prepared for and had me curious about what exactly "weren't compatible" meant.

Layna caught my eye, so I turned and moved toward her and the dark-haired girl. Watching Layna interact with her, something struck me funny. Layna was... nervous. She was playing with her hair, brushing it behind her ears, her hands were more animated than I'd seen her. It wasn't just nerves, though. It almost seemed like she was...

'Is she flirting,' I wondered. Had I not seen Layna act that way the last time we met with our sometimes-lover, Gabriella, I wouldn't have recognized it. 'What is that all about?'

"Hey, babe," I interrupted Layna. "Who's your friend?"

"Jake, this is Mila," Layna replied, as the petite woman turned to me, her short hair swishing along her shoulders. "Mila, this is my fiancé, Jake."

I was about to speak when Mila beat me to it.

"It's nice to meet you, Jake," she said, gripping my outstretched hand and shaking it firmly. "I've heard wonderful things about you."

My immediate impression of Mila, just from her greeting, was that she was overflowing with confidence. Her dark blue eyes bore into mine and, indeed, seemed to be challenging me to look away first. She also closed the distance between us, standing closer to me than was typical of a stranger. I'd met people like her before, they did this to throw the other person off balance.

"You must be a new friend, then, to have missed out on the year that she hated me," I quipped, not intimidated by her proximity or intense eyes.

"Oh, I heard all about that," she laughed, a honey-coated sound that soothed the ears. "But she also told me 'all' the good bits, too," she added with a knowing grin and twinkle in her eye, suggesting she knew something I did not.

I'm not an idiot. I know when someone is flirting with me. Mila was flirting with me.

"All the good bits?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow as I shifted my gaze to Layna, who was blushing and biting her lower lip.

"All," Mila answered, her eyes shifting to my guilty-looking fiancée.

"Hey, do you guys want a drink?" Layna asked, changing the subject, and disrupting whatever was going on between Mila and me.

"Sure, what are you two drinking?" Katie asked.

"Water," Layna said. "We're trying to cut out alcohol until the wedding, except for special occasions."

For the next two hours, we talked, danced, and drank--water only for Layna and me. Katie was like a different person than the one I'd known up to that point. Funny, smart, and she cared deeply for Layna. The sisters seemed to riff off each other, able to finish each other's sentences, and laughing at stories before reaching their conclusion. As an only child, I felt a pang of jealousy watching them interact; I never had someone like that in my life.

Almost as importantly, Katie warmed up to me, including me in the conversation, complimenting me, and even saying how happy she was that Layna found me. We even danced together for a bit, both of us laughing and smiling the entire time.

Sebastian, it turned out, was a very likeable guy. He was a financial consultant at Merrill Lynch, had lived in the Los Angeles area his whole life, like me, and was currently living in Hermosa Beach. I did notice that Sebastian had a bit of a wandering eye. Whenever someone attractive walked by, his eyes tended to follow. Women and men.

Mila spent most of the time talking with Layna, with those two thick as thieves. From the group's conversation, I learned that Mila became best friends with Katie when they met in third grade, she started hanging with Layna when she was twelve and Mila and Katie were fourteen. She'd been to Comicon with the Donovan girls six prior times, she lived in the Bay Area, and she was the head of marketing and business development for an app-based gaming company.

That's what I learned about Mila with my ears. My eyes picked up plenty more. Principally, that Mila had cast some strange spell over Layna that had my soon-to-be-wife acting starstruck. It was very unlike her.

My weekend at Comicon was shaping up to be very interesting.

***

"What was that all about?" I asked Layna when we walked into our hotel room.

"Oh, Katie and Sebastian?" she replied, though the tone of her voice told me she knew that wasn't what I was asking about. "It's an interesting dynamic, with him being bi and her being a size queen."

"That--wait, what?" I stuttered. That Sebastian was bisexual wasn't a surprise from what I observed at the bar. The information about her sister, however, was new information that was too juicy not to follow up on.

"I didn't tell you about that?" Layna asked as she rummaged through her bag. "Stay out here, I want to try on my costume before tomorrow."

Layna grabbed a black outfit from her bag, along with a pair of black combat boots, then headed to the bathroom.

"You were saying," I reminded her.

"Oh, right," she called out from the bathroom. "I told you my sister and her ex-husband weren't compatible, right?"

"Yes, though that doesn't really explain much."

"By not compatible, I mean they had a terrible sex life. He was always working and even when they were together, it was very boring, according to Katie," she said, pausing and her voice straining at times as she seemed to be putting her costume on.

Layna continued, "After the divorce, Katie decided to give Tinder a try. Apparently, a lot of guys include dick pics with their profiles. Katie decided to try out one of the guys that had a big dick because her ex apparently wasn't all that well-equipped. She liked it. A lot. Now she swears she'll only hook up with guys who are packing like pornstars."

"So, does that mean Sebastian--"

"Is hung like a horse," she finished for me. "But he's only interested in a romantic relationship with another guy. Hence, he and Katie are just occasional fuck-buddies. It works for them. They really are good friends, there's just no future for them beyond that."

"Interesting," I murmured, suddenly wondering about Layna's views on penis size and whether I measured up.

"What do you think?" Layna asked, stepping out of the bathroom in her Black Widow costume.

"Wow," was all I could get out.

Layna's black, patent leather costume wasn't the cheap shit sold out of a Halloween store. It was high quality with no details left out, like something that was worn in the filming of the movies. And on Layna, it fit her like a glove, highlighting her firm legs and butt, narrow waist, and shapely breasts. With her red waves and turquoise eyes contrasting against the black leather, she was a much sexier Black Widow than Scarlett Johansson for my tastes.

"You are so fucking sexy, babe," I finally spit out, my eyes giving her another pass from head to toe.

"I'm glad you approve," she purred before planting her lips on mine. That kiss from the Black Widow had my cock rising like the mercury in a thermometer that was placed in boiling water.

"I would just make one adjustment," I threw out with a grin. I reached up to the zipper on her costume that was up near the base of her neck, then pulled it down to her sternum, revealing her tantalizing cleavage. "Much better," I concluded.

"Does the costume turn you on?" she asked before nibbling on my lower lip.

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

"Good," she responded, her hands finding my belt and unbuckling it. "I've got something in mind that I think you might like."

Layna pulled my belt through the loops, then tossed it aside. Her deft fingers quickly found my button and zipper, as she walked me back toward the chair in our hotel room. My legs stopped when they reached the chair, then my shorts and underwear hit the floor half a second later. As did Layna, who pushed me back into the chair as she dropped to her knees.

"Scoot forward," she directed, folding her arms beneath her breasts and pressing her amazing cleavage together, framed perfectly by the V-shape of her black costume. I moved my fucking ass.

"How would you like to titty fuck me?" she asked, pulling the zipper lower until it reached her belly button.

My aching cock twitched in response, eliciting a giggle from my black-clad temptress.

Layna wrapped her fingers inside each half of the costume, and with a peeling motion reminiscent of Superman pulling back his shirt to reveal the "S" on his chest, she unleashed her incredible, natural C-cups. My cock throbbed as her glorious mounds bounced free, her pink nipples already hard and pebbled.

I watched with rapt attention as Layna pursed her lips together, letting saliva drip slowly from her mouth onto her breasts, which she was squeezing together once again. She grabbed her tits, squeezing and rubbing them together, spreading her saliva between them. I was entranced at the sight of her glistening mounds, and stiff nipples.

Layna moved closer to me, between my legs, holding her breasts as she rubbed her right nipple along my shaft. Then she did the same with the left nipple, my cock twitching at every contact like it received an electric jolt.

Her slow teasing was killing me. I was dying to feel those soft mounds wrapped around my cock. Thankfully, she put me out of my misery. She slid my shaft between her breasts, which she was pressing together with her hands, then rubbed them up and down along my shaft.

The sensation of her pliant breasts had my head spinning. I'd never been a huge fan of the titty fuck. For my tastes, it ranked slightly below a hand job, but way ahead of a foot job. Yet, Layna's tits were large enough to wrap around me, and soft enough to make it pleasurable. I would need to re-think my rankings.

Once she found her rhythm, her eyes found mine and my pulse accelerated. Seeing my cock between Layna's incredible tits, while she stared at me with her ocean-colored eyes, framed by her copper red hair, was driving me wild.

"Does that feel good, baby?" she asked softly.

"It feels fucking amazing," I answered, unable to take my eyes off her.

She flashed me a sexy grin, then dipped her head down and took my crown between her lips.

"Fuuuck," I groaned.

Perhaps it was her costume, or perhaps it was her hair, but I was reaching the point of release faster than I thought possible. Layna continued to massage her tits along my shaft, and suck on the head of my cock, while I fought to hold back the inevitable.

"I'm going to come," I finally warned.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, her mouth moving more urgently.

I reached out my hands, placing them atop her fiery head as I coated her tongue and throat with my seed. I moaned out my satisfaction as Layna continued to pleasure me with her breasts and mouth, swallowing my spend as I released it. With a final, small pulse, my hands fell off her head and to my sides, marking the end of my climax.

I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, enjoying the tingle across my body. A moment later, I felt cool air on my wet cock, alerting me that Layna released me.

"That was awesome," I said, dreamily. "Do you want me to return the favor?"

"No, you relax," she answered, standing up and beginning to strip off her costume. "You can take care of me tomorrow night. Tonight was my way of thanking you for coming with me and trying to enjoy something that I like."

When I finished enjoying my post-orgasm relaxation session, I removed the rest of my clothes, threw on some gym shorts, and got ready for bed. Turning off the lights, I crawled into bed with Layna, who was wearing a white camisole top and a white thong. I spooned up against her back, taking a deep breath and inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and skin.

"Hey, babe?" I posed.

"Yes."

"What's the deal with you and Mila?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, though her voice sounded off. Like she was anxious.

"I think you know what I mean," I said firmly. "You act nervous around her, which is strange because you're usually very confident. And Mila is someone you say you've known a long time."

Layna was silent for a minute, then turned to face me. She tried to give me a serious, contemplative look. Then squinted her eyes at me in a way that I think she believed made her look like she was questioning me, but, for me, only confirmed my earlier suspicion that she was nervous. She must have seen I wasn't buying it and dropped the act.

"Mila was the girl I looked up to growing up. More than Katie. She was confident, smart, and beautiful. Everything I wasn't back then. I wanted to be her. That's why I got into marketing because she studied marketing. Even today, she's one of my very best friends. I trust her enough to tell her everything."

"Okay," I replied slowly. "I still don't understand why she has you so rattled."

"Well, Mila was also... my first kiss with a girl. My freshman year of college, we were drinking and playing truth or dare with Katie. Mila shared that she had kissed a girl before. I shared that I had not. Naturally, Katie dared us to kiss when she got the chance. I thought it would just be a quick peck, but Mila kissed me like a lover. When she finally pulled her tongue from my mouth, I was breathless."

"Not going to lie," I chimed in, "that's pretty hot."

Layna sniffed in amusement. She continued, "I remember thinking at the time that I would have liked to have done more with Mila. Then, as time went by, those feelings faded away. However, after that first time we had sex with Gabriela, I feel like it awakened something in me."

I was mildly surprised by Layna's admission, though not entirely. The whole Gabriela situation still blew my mind. She was the wife of a professional baseball player and former client who wanted to have sex with me to one-up Layna, only for the two women to end up fucking each other and me. All so I could remain Gabriela's husband's agent and make a bunch of money off his new contract. The whole situation was crazy, like something made up in an erotica story.

Gabriela was the first threesome for Layna or me. Four months later, we got together with her again. Since that second time, however, Layna and I had met with Gabriela about once per month. That trend was consistent with Layna's admission.

"When I saw Mila tonight," Lana continued, "I felt that old urge, only magnified by a hundred. Now that I have experienced what we've experienced with Gabriela, part of me is curious what it would be like with Mila."

"How curious?" I asked.

"Honestly?"

"Of course."

"Very," she answered. "Mila is like a fantasy for me. My first and only girl crush."

"So, why don't you go for it?" I suggested. "I'm fine with it as long as I get to watch," I laughed.

"Well," she started, then hesitated, considering her words. "I kind of already did."

That surprised me. "What do you mean?"

"I told her everything we do with Gabriela. In detail, including how it all came up. I told her how incredible the sex has been. And I shared a lot of pictures of us together, so she knew how good-looking you are before she met you."

"Mila did drop a hint when we first met that she had heard 'all' about me," I chuckled, recalling that initial meeting. "It made me think she knew, so that now makes sense. Plus..."

"Plus, what?" she asked when I didn't finish.

"Plus, I'm pretty sure she was flirting with me."

"Well, you are her type," she offered, her eyes watching me attentively as she worked through her thoughts. "You're handsome, successful, funny, witty, and outgoing."

"Do you think maybe she was flirting with me 'because' you told her about us and Gabriela?"

"Probably."

"Hang on," I said, understanding finally dawning. "Did you use me as bait to hook up with your friend?"

She opened her mouth and clamped her teeth in that silent look that says, "yikes."

"Yes," she eventually admitted, looking a little sheepish. "Are you mad?"

"I wouldn't say mad," I admitted, considering how I felt about what she had confessed. "Surprised, definitely. Maybe a little curious why you didn't tell me about this before. Yet, I'm also a little turned on, since we're being honest and all. At least now."

The last part I said pointedly, causing her to crinkle her nose in acknowledgment to my accusation.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I should have told you. At first it just started as me sharing with my friend. I didn't tell Mila about us and Gabriela with any ulterior motive. It wasn't until Mila started asking certain questions that I realized she was interested. I should have told you then. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, babe," I assured her. "I swear, I'm not mad."

I kissed her tenderly, letting her know I was serious.

"So, what now?" I asked her. "Are you giving up on the fantasy, or are you still interested in it?"

"I don't see it going anywhere," she proclaimed. "I don't think she's interested."

"Why do you say that?" I questioned, curious why she felt that way. "You're gorgeous. Better looking than Mila."

"Thanks, babe, but I'm pretty sure she's only into guys these days," she answered. "I think I did a good job of getting her interested in you, maybe too good of a job. I know her well enough to know she's interested and, if I gave her the green light, she'd probably sleep with you. I also know her well enough, and trust her enough, to know she'd never make that move without my permission. But whatever experimenting she wanted to do in college with girls, that seems to be out of her system now."

"Perhaps I could convince her that we're a package deal," I suggested. "It worked before."

"Are you saying you want to help make this happen?" she asked, surprised.

I sighed as I thought about my answer. "Let's assume the answer is, 'yes,' for the sake of this discussion."

"Alright," she replied slowly. "Then, I would still have my doubt. What if she's not interested in a package deal?"

"Then I'm not interested," I answered without hesitation. "Still seems like a reach, to me. Flirting is one thing. Having sex with your friend's fiancé is another. She may just be looking and not buying. How bad do you want her?"

"Pretty bad," she admitted, biting her lower lip.

"I can give it a shot. See if I can get her into bed with us."

"You'd really do that for me?"

"I feel like I owe you one after Gabriela," I said. "Besides, the whole purpose of this weekend was for me to do the things you wanted to do for a change."

"I suppose that includes doing the people you want to do," I added with a chortle.

"Yes!" Layna exclaimed, kissing me firmly, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Are we really doing this?"

"Yeah, let's go for it," I answered. "Now, tell me what I need to know about Mila."

"Well, for starters, she's a huge Ryan Reynolds fan. So, you're going to have to channel your inner nerd and get into character tomorrow."

"Alright," I responded. "I think I can do that. What else?"

***

"I thought Deadpool wore spandex," Jake complained as Layna zipped up the back of his costume.

"Only in the comics, babe," Layna said.

She stepped back, getting an eyeful of his hard and shapely butt, which was framed nicely in the form-fitting suit. She grinned and nodded her head approvingly, "You look so hot in this."

"Thanks, princess," he replied, flashing a lopsided smile back at her. "I still can't get over how incredible you look. Scarlett never filled out that suit nearly as well as you do."

Jake took Layna by the hips and pulled her in for a kiss, their lips coming together briefly.

"Here, let me help you put the mask on," Layna offered, reaching up to pull the red mask up over his head. "Perfect," she declared as he tucked it into the costume's neck.

"Alright, time to get into character," Jake said.

[Oh, hey there, pookie. Jakepool here. If I'm going to sweat my balls off in red and black fetish wear made from pleather and poly whatever-the-fuck this is in late July, then I'm going all in on getting into character. And that means breaking the fourth wall. So, strap on and grab your stuffie. Shit's about to get interesting.]

"Jake?" Layna queried, a concerned look on her face. "What are you doing?"

"I'm talking to them," he answered, his voice tone and cadence matching that of Ryan Reynolds' version of Deadpool.

"What? Who's them?" she asked, confused.

"You know how Deadpool talks directly to the audience in the movies?" he replied.

"Are you referring to a fourth wall break?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, I know what it is," she said. "Wait, are you having a conversation in your head with an imaginary audience?" she asked incredulously.

"They're not imaginary. They're there. Now, let's go play dress-up with some fucking nerds."

"You're going to embarrass me, aren't you?" she asked, plaintively.

"No one will know it's me, babe," he said reassuringly. "I'm wearing a mask. Besides, you're the one who wanted me to get into character."

"I hate you right now," she grumbled.

Following a short car ride from the hotel to the San Diego Convention Center, Jake stepped out of the car and gawked at the mass of people congregating outside of the convention center. As he looked around, he was stunned by the sheer number of people swarming around the entrance to Comicon. Among the crowd were countless people dressed in costumes, ranging from characters in Marvel and DC comic books and movies, Star Wars and Star Trek, and even several from video games that he recognized. Many attendees who weren't wearing costumes nonetheless wore comic or movie-themed shirts.

Jake noticed that the attendees were a balanced mix of men and women, of all ages, with few of them fitting the stereotype of who Jake thought would be in attendance. Seeing that there were more than a few men and women who Jake would concede were attractive, especially his fiancée and her crew, he realized that Layna was right: Comicon was much more of a mainstream event than he'd thought, and not the "geek-fest" he'd pigeon-holed it as.

Layna, in contrast, took in the sea of bodies and felt at home. She was back at an event that brought her so many wonderful memories as a young adult. Memories of her adventures with her big sister and Mila, checking out upcoming movies, listening to content creators discuss their ideas and motivations, and finding inspiration in stories and characters.

Layna knew Jake was the classic jock. She didn't mind. She loved his passion for sports and his competitive nature. It was his competitive nature that drove him to succeed, that helped a poor kid from the Valley who didn't have a father in his life transform into one of the most successful sports agents around.

However, Jake didn't relate to or understand Layna's love for art, in its many forms. He appreciated her ability to see the practical application of art; how she saw ways to create an image and a brand around an athlete, and then monetize it. Yet, he didn't understand that her talent came from her imagination, and that initially grew from reading comics and graphic novels.

When she was a too-tall, brace-faced, gangly pre-teen without boobs, who boys didn't like or talk to, Layna met a fellow outcast who introduced her to comics. And in comics, Layna found a patch of light in a dark period of her life, before she hit puberty. She loved the art, the stories, and the characters. They inspired her, fueling her creativity, her sense of morality, her spirit of adventure, and her passion. They helped her see the potential in people and things, allowing her to envision a world that others didn't see.

Layna brought that creativity to her work, envisioning each of her clients as a character in a story. For each client, she crafted an image in her mind, an image of who that athlete could be. Once she had that image in mind, she used her contacts with corporations to line up endorsement and licensing agreements that helped build on the brand she designed. At its roots though, she was developing a character in the same way as a writer. It was art as much as business.

"Is this Comicon?" Jake asked Layna, with exaggerated confusion as he held his arms out toward the people dressed in costumes. "This doesn't look like a comic book convention. It looks like a casting call to the next Axel Braun film."

"I don't know what that means," Layna responded, shaking her head. "But I assume it's some sort of sex reference."

"Oh, let me show you," he said eagerly, pulling out his phone. "Just tell me if you see any minor children nearby. Or police officers. How do you spell Pornhub?"

"There are kids everywhere, Deadpool," she noted, the hint of smile creeping at the corner of her mouth, amused by Jake's commitment to his character.

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

"Hey, sexy lady!" Katie called, stepping out of a crowd, as she, Mila, and Sebastian walked toward Jake and Layna.

The three new arrivals were similarly decked out in superhero costumes. Katie looked incredible in a Captain Marvel costume, her sandy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, giving her a wholesome, all-American girl look. Sebastian was dressed as Loki, looking both debonaire and overheated in the dark green and black suit with a cape.

In contrast, Mila wore a costume that was not from any of the Marvel movies. It was white around her torso, with a light blue trim, and black around her arms, legs, and hips. She also wore white powder on her face, making her complexion appear ghostly pale, along with black body paint in a circle around her left eye.

"Domino!" Jake greeted Mila enthusiastically, while Layna, Katie, and Sebastian exchanged hugs. "Looks like you found me. You really are lucky."

Mila chuckled at his joke about Domino's superpower, then smiled as she said, "I'm impressed you recognize the costume. Most people don't recognize the comic book version of Domino."

"The black eye was a giveaway," Jake offered with a shrug, though the truth was Layna told him last night who Mila was dressing up as. All part of their plan for Jake to seduce her. As was Jake standing close to Mila, invading her space the same way she had done with him the night before.

"Although, I will say you're looking a little pale," Jake added, her eyes fixed on the two white ovals on his mask that covered his eyes. "Looks like you could use some vitamin E."

"I think you mean vitamin D," Mila corrected, inching closer.

"No," Jake said. "Vitamin E. As in ecstasy. I have some back at the hotel. Let's go back to my room, pop a couple, then see how lucky you can get once we start rolling."

Mila laughed at the joke, though Jake saw there was more than mirth in her eyes. He saw a hint of desire. Mila was interested in him. It was mild. But it was there.

"Good morning, Jake," Sebastian said cheerfully, joining the conversation.

"Hey, Loki, how's it hanging?" Jake asked, stepping away from Mila then adding, "Pretty close to the ground, I imagine."

Sebastian's eyebrows shot up before a delighted twinkle touched his eyes. "Would you like to find out, Jake?" he asked, amused.

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

Mila and Sebastian laughed, as did Layna and Katie who heard the conversation as they walked up to join it.

"That's probably the only way you're going to get him to shut up today," Layna ribbed.

"Hey, you do not want to silence Deadpool," Jake retorted, straightening back up. "We all saw how that worked out in X-Men Origins."

"Hi, Deadpool," Katie said, giving Jake a warm hug, which he returned. "You trying to embarrass my sister?"

"No trying here, Yoda," he countered. "Pretty sure I'm succeeding."

"He is," Layna added, wrapping an arm around his waist as she observed Mila eyeing Jake.

"I'm just trying to make sure I do justice to the Merc with the Mouth."

"Well, babe, I will admit that you're killing it as Deadpool," Layna said. "If Ryan Reynolds ever retires, you should be first in line for the role."

"He is getting a little old," Jake suggested. "And he's all wrapped up with owning a soccer, sorry, football team now. Maybe my day will come sooner than later."

[I'm sorry, Ryan, if you're out there, I didn't mean it. You look incredible for a man in his fifties. Huge fan of your work, even Green Lantern. And I'm a diehard supporter of your football team. A lifelong Richmond AFC fan, right here. Go Greyhounds!]

Layna shook her head at Jake, one side of her lip curled down in a slight frown. "You were doing it again, weren't you?"

The others looked confused at Layna's question.

"Maybe," Jake answered. "Let's go inside. It's hot as fuck out here and I can feel sweat pouring down my crack. I don't mind things in my crack--"

"We get it," all three girls interrupted at once, laughing at their timing. Deadpool stood silent.

The group walked the main convention floor together for an hour, before Katie, Mila, and Sebastian decided they wanted to go check out the thematic area, where displays of varying sizes were set up, each developed around a particular comic, movie, or video game.

Jake and Layna continued to walk the main floor together, with Layna pointing out some of her favorite comics and graphic novels that she read in her youth. He listened attentively as she animatedly explained what each title was about, the characters involved, and why she liked it. He smiled beneath his mask, marveling at her passion.

Listening to Layna talk, Jake realized how much he treasured this side of his fiancée. He also cursed himself for not trying to understand it before. He now saw how her love of science fiction, fantasy, storytelling, and art shaped her incredible imagination. The very same imagination she used so effectively in her work for their agency, and which he admired so much. He began to appreciate her love of art and, more importantly, began to better appreciate her.

Layna had grown out of her comic-reading youth, she explained. Though, she was fond of that period of her life. Attending Comicon was her way of remembering and honoring those important years.

"You're really something, princess," Jake said affectionately. "I regret that I didn't make a better effort to integrate myself into your life and the things you love before today. I'm seeing a whole other dimension to you that I hadn't seen before, and I love it. I love you."

"I knew there was nerd inside of you, pretty boy," she teased. "But don't go getting mushy on me. You still have a job to do," she said conspiratorially, before standing on her toes to kiss his lips over the mask.

"Speaking of which," Jake transitioned. "It's about time to meet up with everyone for lunch. And that means it's time for phase two."

Lying in bed the night before, Layna gave Jake the inside scoop on how to approach Mila. Phase one was to impress her with his confidence, make her laugh, and plant a seed in her mind that he might be interested in her. That had gone off perfectly. Phase two was for Jake to get Mila alone at lunch and start watering the seed.

Jake and Layna reconnected with Katie, Mila, and Sebastian outside of the convention center to grab lunch before the afternoon panels began.

"Where should we go for lunch?" Sebastian asked.

"Oh, there's a great Thai food place not too far from here," Layna suggested, then glanced Jake's way and gave him the slightest hint of a smile. His Deadpool mask concealed his own smile.

"I love Thai!" Katie exclaimed. "Let's go there."

Mila moaned, "I hate Thai food."

"I could go for some tacos," Jake offered. "There are so many great Mexican restaurants in San Diego. I'd hate to pass up the opportunity to eat at one while I'm here."

"Tacos sound great," Mila jumped in, looking hopefully at Jake.

"I'm fine with either," Sebastian offered.

"I don't want Mexican," Katie whined. "It upsets my stomach."

"Why don't we split up for lunch then?" Layna offered. "If you want Mexican, go with Jake. If you want Thai, follow me. We'll meet back here in an hour and a half."

Layna's suggestion was accepted, as she knew it would be. Jake chuckled to himself, not realizing until that moment how calculating she could be. With the matter settled, Layna, Katie, and Sebastian headed off to get Thai food, while Jake and Mila walked off together for Mexican food.

***

"Thank God I can finally take this mask off," I said as Mila and I sat down at our table.

"Does this mean you're going to give it a rest and break character?" Mila laughed, her dark blue eyes finding mine now that the mask was off.

"Don't get your hopes up," I chuckled. "There's a reason Layna bought me a Deadpool costume."

"Fair enough," she said, her smile reaching her eyes, setting them alight.

We both ordered a trio of tacos, chips and salsa, and drinks. I stuck to water, whereas Mila ordered a Cadillac margarita.

Taking her first sip of her drink, Mila said, "So, Jake, Layna tells me you're quite the sports agent."

"I do alright," I responded humbly.

"I hear you negotiated the second largest contract in the history of major league baseball," she said, tilting her glass at me. "That sounds like more than just alright."

"If you say so," I continued to deflect.

"That baseball player, what's his name?" she asked, speaking as much to herself as to me.

"Carlos Alonso," I answered.

"That's it," she said. "He's no longer your client, right?"

"No, he's not," I replied, recognizing where Mila was going. Her angle. I'd help her get there. "But his wife hired Layna to represent her."

"The professional surfer, right?"

"Yes, Gabriela Carvalho."

"I've seen her pictures online," Mila noted, her eyes locked on mine, searching for answers. Or signs of weakness. "She's beautiful."

"She is," I agreed with a slight grin on my face that was threatening to turn into a full-blown, shit-eating grin.

"What is it?" Mila asked, amused at my reaction, her own lips curling up into a smile.

"Ask what you want to ask, Mila," I threw out. "I can see where you're going with this. With the hint you dropped yesterday when we met, it's fairly obvious. May as well just cut to the chase."

She responded with a wicked little grin.

"Very well," she began. "Is it true you had sex with her?"

"Layna 'and' I had sex with her. Together. I'm sure Layna didn't leave that part out if she told you about Gabriela."

She nodded, then asked, "Was that awkward for you?"

I leaned back, inhaled a breath, and looked up toward the ceiling, considering my response.

"It was awkward at first, sure," I admitted. "Once I saw that the dynamic between Layna and Gabriela was working, it stopped being awkward and turned fucking awesome."

Mila grinned as she sniffed in amusement.

"You didn't feel like it was cheating?" she asked, sipping her margarita.

"No, because Layna and I made that decision together. And we are always together whenever anything goes down with Gabriela."

"So, how many times have you been with her?" she wanted to know.

"Again, Layna 'and' I have been with Gabriela five times now."

"Of course," she said, dismissing my attempt to correct her. "Have you ever considered sleeping with her on your own?"

"Without Layna? Like an open relationship?"

"Yes."

"No," I said flatly, leaving no room for doubt. "Layna and I are a team. In everything. If she's not part of it, I don't do it."

"Even if Layna was okay with it?" she asked, probing my boundaries to see if there was an opening.

"Even if she said she was okay with it, I wouldn't be. That's a hard rule for me. No exceptions."

"Hmm," she responded, considering her next move. "Have the two of you ever considered having 'fun' with someone besides Gabriela?"

"Yes."

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah."

"Have you pursued it?"

"Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because I just met that person yesterday," I answered, my eyes fixed on hers.

Mila's eyes widened in response, then she swallowed hard. I had her off-balance.

"Look, Mila," I took the initiative. "I can tell you're interested. I'm sure you look at me and wonder what I have going on that would cause a woman as beautiful as Layna to agree to marry me, and that would cause a woman as gorgeous as Gabriela to seek me out as her lover. You want to sample what they've experienced. Am I right?"

She didn't respond, but she didn't deny it. And she couldn't hide the lust I saw radiating from her eyes.

"I'll make it easy for you," I offered. "It's on the table if you want your sample. But you know the deal. It's Layna and me. No exceptions. Convince Layna that you're interested in both of us, and I'm in."

Mila's eyes were fixed on mine, and she was holding her breath. I swore I could see her cheeks flushing, even with the white powder covering her face. I was certainly aroused, my cock inflating like a balloon and straining against the tight costume I wore.

Our waiter appeared out of thin air and set our lunch down, breaking the staring contest between us. Mila finally took a breath. As did I.

I looked at my lunch and grinned. Luck, indeed.

"God, I love tacos," I said wistfully as I picked up a taco and raised it to my mouth. "Nothing better than wrapping my lips and tongue around a nice, delicious... taco."

Mila was frozen in place, watching me slowly put the taco in my mouth and take a bite. She licked her lips as I chewed, then said breathily, "I've heard all about how you like to eat tacos. Layna says you're incredible at it."

"Now's your chance to find out," I teased.

"The real question though," I said in a low voice, grinning mischievously at her, "is how badly do 'you' want a taco?"

I let my double entendre sink in as she held her breath. Then, I added, "I promise that this particular taco is fucking delicious. I know. I've enjoyed it many times."

Mila chugged her margarita and ordered another one.

***

"How was lunch?" Layna asked Jake eagerly as they wrapped their arms around each other and leaned in for a kiss. When Jake's tongue parted her lips and found her tongue, she was sure his lunch went well.

"I suspect you'll find out how it went fairly soon," he answered with a cocky grin.

Layna glanced over at Mila, who was looking intensely at them, then returned her eyes to her fiancé.

"Nice job, pretty boy," she whispered with a smile. "My hero."

They shared another long, deep kiss, as Mila watched on enviously.

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

"Let's head over to the Marvel panel," Katie said. "I really want to hear what new movies are coming out, and it's probably already packed."

As the group headed toward the room set aside for Marvel's panel of speakers to discuss upcoming films, Mila quickly paired up with Layna and ushered her away from the rest of the group.

"Hey, Layna," Mila started once her and Layna were out of earshot. "I want to talk to you about something."

Layna noticed the usually confident Mila seemed nervous, off her game. Layna smirked and her confidence surged. Whatever nerves she had been feeling faded, and she felt like herself, like the woman who successfully closed so many deals for her professional athlete clients.

"Sure, what's up?" Layna responded, innocuously.

"When Jake and I were at lunch, he said that the two of you have talked about, well, the three of us getting together. Like, you do with Gabriela. Is that true?"

Mila got right to the point, which didn't surprise Layna. Aside from Mila being one of the most confident women that Layna knew, they were such close friends that they didn't keep secrets and they felt comfortable telling each other anything.

"Yeah, we have," Layna confirmed. "Is that something you're interested in? Having sex with me and Jake?"

"I hadn't even thought about it until he brought it up," Mila responded. "I'll admit I was pretty attracted to him when I met him last night, especially after everything you told me about you, him, and Gabriela. But I hadn't considered having a threesome with you and him.

"I mean, I've fooled around with another woman before, though not since college and panties never came off. I've also had a threesome before, but it was with two guys. So, I'll admit I'm a little curious. And Jake's hot, it's just..."

"Just what?" Layna asked quietly, sensing Mila's trepidation.

"It's just that you're like my little sister," Mila admitted. "I've known you forever. I know we kissed that one time years ago, and I did enjoy it. But we're talking about a lot more than a kiss. I haven't ruled the idea out completely, however it's a pretty big obstacle that I can't seem to get my head around."

Layna laughed softly, then said, "First off, our history didn't stop you from trying to have sex with my fiancé."

Mila's eyes went wide, and her body stiffened, "I swear it was just flirting, Layna. I never would have done anything with him without you being okay with it. I guess I just assumed, wrongly, that you might be willing to, since you were willing to share him with Gabriela. Jake set me straight on that, though. I'm not sure why I thought you'd be okay with it."

Layna laughed again, then smiled and said, "I know what you were thinking. I'm not mad. You're one of my oldest and closest friends, and I trust you. Merely pointing out the... hypocrisy of saying you won't sleep with me because I'm like a sister, but then you were okay with sleeping with my future husband.

"As for your hang up with me, I'll just say that, for me, our bond is the thing I find most appealing. I've always thought you were beautiful. We've been the best of friends for years. I trust you enough to tell you everything, obviously. So, for me, there's a level of intimacy with you that I don't have with Gabriela."

"Hmm," Mila responded contemplatively. "I never thought about it that way. I guess it makes sense, though."

Layna didn't respond, allowing Mila to process what they'd discussed. While Mila thought, Layna looked toward the auditorium and saw Jake looking back, waiting for her.

"Promise you're not mad at me?" Mila asked cautiously.

"I promise," Layna replied. "To be honest, I told you all about Gabriela because I was hoping you would get interested. I wanted you to find Jake attractive enough to sleep with him. I was also hoping you'd feel the same way about me. In any event, I can't be mad at you when I'm the one who was dangling it in front of you and hoping you'd go for it."

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," Mila said, surprised.

"You know how much I've always admired you, Mila," Layna stated. "After having fun with Gabriela, I wanted to experience the same thing with you. I think you're the sexiest woman I know."

"That's so surprising to hear you say that," Mila admitted. "I feel like you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And you're so smart and successful. I'm really flattered you think of me in that way."

Layna held her arms open, and Mila accepted the hug. They held each other tight, reinforcing their friendship, and silently reassuring each other that it was as strong as ever.

"So, would you expect me to go down on you?" Mila asked tentatively, breaking the silence and the hug.

"I'm hoping you will," she answered with a grin, her turquoise eyes locked on Mila's dark blues. "But I wouldn't say I'm expecting it."

"I've never gone down on a woman before," Mila confessed. "What if I'm not any good at it?"

"I'm sure you'll be amazing," Layna reassured her, amused that their roles had seemingly reversed, with Mila now the insecure one. "It's not just about technique, Mila. If it's you, it will be mind-blowing because of how close we are, because of how much you mean to me. It would just be a deepening of the intimacy we already share. That could never be bad."

Mila smiled, delight in her eyes.

"Seems that Jake's isn't the only one who knows how to close a deal," she said, wrapping her left arm through Layna's right. "I will say this, the thought of staring into your beautiful eyes while my face is between your legs and Jake takes me from behind, has been stuck in my head since lunch."

Layna giggled, then turned to look at her friend.

"I think we can make that happen," Layna said with a suggestive smile. Then she added, "I've gotten pretty wet at the thought of you going down on me after Jake comes in me."

"Slut, you know how much I love cum," Mila snickered. "I suppose I could try."

"When you do, I'm going to be the one calling you a slut," Layna fired back, laughing.

Jake snickered as he watched Layna and Mila giggling and getting touchy-feely with each other. He didn't know exactly what they were saying, but he had a pretty good idea as to the gist of it.

Jake entered the large auditorium through two large doors and saw the room was packed. A long table with microphones on it sat on an elevated stage at the front of the room. Hundreds of chairs were lined up in front of the stage, most of which were occupied by Marvel costume wearing attendees. Within minutes, it would be standing room only.

Noticing that Layna and Mila didn't look to be in any hurry to rejoin the rest of the group, Jake turned to Katie and said, "Hey, why don't you and Sebastian try to grab some chairs if you can find any. I'll try to get Layna and Mila, then meet you inside."

Katie agreed, heading in with Sebastian to look for seats. Jake turned around, heading back toward Layna. Her and Mila were smiling and laughing, their hands touching each other's arms. When Layna saw Jake headed their way, she held up her hand and pushed it forward twice, the universal gesture to go on ahead. He shrugged and turned to go back inside and reconnect with Katie. He collided with a massive slab of metal.

"Oh, excuse me," a baritone voice said.

Jake shook his head, then looked up at the giant he bumped into. Decked out in a silver costume, which looked like it was made from thick silver rings running horizontally, was a very large man, who appeared to be at least 6' 3".

Jake recognized the costume. It was Colossus, a character in the Deadpool movies. The guy wasn't wearing a mask, like Jake. Rather, he had painted his whole head with silver paint. Unlike the movie character though, this guy was bald.

"Sorry, Dad, I didn't see you," Jake quipped.

"Dad?" the man asked in his deep voice. "Oh, right, from the movie. Very funny. Except, I think you're supposed to grab my junk first," he chuckled.

"Is that an invitation?" Jake countered. "Because if it is, then I RSVP, 'yes'."

The giant looked stunned for a minute, his eyebrows nearly where his hairline should have been. Then he laughed and shook his head before saying, "Go for it, Deadpool."

Jake shrugged his shoulders, then cupped his right hand over the man's crotch. The big man's eyes went wide, surprised that Jake did it.

"Well, you're not my dad, but you're somebody's daddy," Jake observed, laughing as he quickly removed his hand.

The big man looked down on Jake intensely now, a grin on his face.

"Oh, I can be your daddy if you want, funny guy," he said.

"I'm not adverse to being a bottom," Jake fired back. "However, I have a six inch and no thicker than a broom handle limit. Afraid your colossal steel rod exceeds my threshold. By a lot, I'm guessing."

The big man threw his head back and laughed.

"I'm Anton," he introduced himself. "What's your name?"

"Jake," he answered. "Nice to meet you. And thanks for being a good sport."

"Oh no, thank you for the entertainment," Anton shot back. "And for the fondle. You sure you don't want me to be your daddy?"

"I'm sure," Jake laughed. "I'm taken," he added, pointing in the direction of Layna and Mila.

"Which one? Black Widow or Domino?"

"For now, the redhead. In an hour, maybe both."

Anton stared for a moment, thinking Jake was joking. When he realized Jake was serious, he threw his head back and let out another deep laugh.

"Well, if it doesn't work out with the petite one, you can send her my way," Anton offered. "She's fine."

"Oh, guys and girls, then?" Jake asked.

"If it's tight, it's alright," Anton quipped. "Why limit my options?"

"Fair point," Jake conceded.

Jake and Anton walked into the auditorium and found a spot to stand in the back, all the chairs having been taken at that point.

"So, what do you do for a living, Anton?" Jake asked.

"I'm a personal trainer," he said, his answer unsurprising to Jake who could see the man's massive neck, arms, and legs. "I primarily work with high-end clients. Some athletes. Some celebrities. You?"

"I'm an agent. I represent athletes. Mostly baseball and football players."

"Sports fan, then?"

"Absolutely. You?"

"Hell yeah."

Sensing an opportunity to get his sports fix in for the weekend after all, Jake dove in, chatting Anton up about his favorite sports, teams, and the names of the athletes he trained. Anton was equally curious to know who Jake represented. The two men discovered they had a common client, a linebacker for the Chargers.

When people started to stand up from their chairs and exit the auditorium, Jake realized he'd been talking with Anton for two hours and missed the entire panel discussion. Looking around the crowd, he didn't see Layna or anyone else from their group.

"Hey, Anton, I've gotta run," Jake said, holding out a fist to the big man, who duly bumped it. "I need to find my fiancée."

Jake checked his phone and saw he had several missed texts from Layna. The last text told him where to meet her, so he headed in that direction as he texted back to let her know he was on his way.

"Where did you disappear to?" Layna asked with a frown when he finally reached her.

"Sorry, I met a guy, and we ended up talking the entire time," he said. "So, what's the verdict? With Mila?"

Layna smiled, then whispered in his ear, "It's on. We just need to kill some time, then the three of us can sneak off back to our hotel room. When Katie and Sebastian want to get dinner, and they will, then we'll tell them we're tired and don't feel like eating."

"Way to close the deal, princess," Jake responded with a lascivious grin. "Where is Mila, anyways?"

"She went to go get condoms," Layna answered. "I didn't think you had any with you."

"Way to be prepared, babe," he said. "Hey, I did bring a couple Cialis with me. I thought I might need them if you decided to get frisky with the cosplay like you did back home. I didn't want to miss out on rounds two and three."

"Nice," she stated. "Alright, let's just go along with whatever Katie and Sebastian want to do for the next few hours, then we'll make our move."

"You're positively diabolical," he commented with a smirk. "And I love that about you. You are far and away the sexiest woman I've ever met."

Over the next two hours, Jake, Layna, and Mila were itching to leave, twitching like racehorses waiting for the gate to open. While Katie and Sebastian led the way through the convention, Jake, Layna, and Mila lingered behind, exchanging hidden glances and secret smiles as their anticipation of what was to come built.

At five-thirty, Katie sighed and announced, "I'm ready to go."

"Oh, okay," Layna said. "What do you want to do?"

"I'm ready to get off my feet," Katie responded to Layna. "Why don't we go back to your hotel. We can get a drink in the bar and, once we get bored with that, we could take the party back to your room and hang out there for the rest of the night."

Jake turned his head away from the group, frowning under his mask.

[What the fuck?! You spent all this time waiting for a threesome, only for the sister to cockblock the whole thing. Two stars. Unless this turns into an orgy with the sister. Time to check the tags... Hmm, no incest. But threesome is there. Alright. Guess I'll withhold judgment. As you were.]

Jake, Layna, and Mila looked anxiously at one another. This was not what they had planned.

"You didn't want to get dinner?" Layna asked, clearly not expecting this development when she'd come up with her plan.

"Nah," Katie replied. "I'd rather go somewhere that I can grab a drink and maybe look for some eye candy."

"Agreed," Sebastian said, sidling up next to Katie. "After seeing people in tight costumes all day, I'm ready for a more hands-on experience."

Katie held her hand up, which Sebastian dutifully slapped.

As Katie, Sebastian, and Mila continued to discuss what to do, Layna pulled Jake aside.

"What now, Sun Tzu?" Jake asked. "You got a way around this one?"

"Fuck, no," Layna complained. "And Mila's flight home leaves tomorrow morning at eleven. It's tonight or not at all."

"What do we do then?"

"I have no idea," she admitted. "Unless something more interesting to them pops up in the next few minutes, the plan is blown."

"What would be more interesting to them?"

"I don't know," she sighed, exasperated. "What would grab the attention of a size queen and a bi male who are on the prowl?"

"Hey, Jake," a deep voice boomed out. "I'm glad I ran into you again. I meant to get your card earlier so we can stay in touch."

Jake turned as he heard a familiar baritone. He raised his eyebrow at the sound, though his Deadpool mask concealed it. Thus, his thoughts were unreadable.

[Deus ex machina? Really? That's just lazy writing. Come on, Eileen, you're far too young and clever to run out of ideas after one above average story. On the plus side, pumpkin, at least you can get ready to start hittin' the kitten or strangling the cyclops. Time to go grab some tissues or a sock or your sibling's underwear--I don't know what the fuck you use and I'm not here to judge. Just go get it.]

"Anton," Jake greeted him, flashing a smile at Layna, who was looking at the giant man curiously. "Your timing is unbelievable. You're just the man I wanted to see."

"Oh yeah?" Anton asked. "Change your mind about me being your daddy?" he laughed.

"No, but I know a couple people who may be interested in that offer," Jake said, steering Anton toward Katie and Sebastian.

Katie and Sebastian took in Anton appreciatively as he approached them alongside Jake.

"Anton," Jake began. "This is my future sister-in-law, Katie. She's a size queen. And this is her fuck-buddy, Sebastian, who's bi and hung like a horse. He's also a really cool guy."

Katie, Sebastian, and Anton stood frozen in front of each other, their mouths agape, and their eyes bulging out of their sockets.

"Katie and Sebastian," Jake went on. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Anton, he's a personal trainer for celebrities and athletes, has a giant penis, and is bisexual. Also a very cool guy.

"Oh, Anton, I don't have any cards with me in this suit, but you can get my cell number from Katie. You're all welcome."

Jake turned around and walked away, as Katie, Sebastian, and Anton stared at him, still in shock at what he'd said. He chuckled, amused at himself, then looked for Layna.

Layna was standing next to Mila, who had slipped away from the others during Jake's mic drop moment. Both women were grinning gleefully and shaking their heads, their eyes fixed on him and brimming with desire.

Walking toward them, Jake pointed at each of them with his index fingers. He then extended his middle finger as well, forming a V. Nodding his head up and down, he pointed his hands toward each other, one vertical, one horizontal, and bumped the base of each V against the other--the universal hand gesture for scissoring.

"Let's get the fuck out of here while they're distracted," Jake said, holding his elbows out for each woman to take as he continued to strut toward the exit.

"That was hilarious," Mila giggled, looping her arm through Jake's left.

"My hero," Layna whispered in his ear as she took his right arm.

"Anti-hero," he corrected.

***

I opened the door to our hotel room, and we all laughed and bundled inside, ecstatic to finally be alone. I tossed the Deadpool mask that was in my hand onto the floor, saying a brief farewell in my head to the Merc with the Mouth.

Layna and Mila were giddy as they headed to a console table to set down three wine glasses, pouring each of us a glass of shitty cabernet sauvignon from a bottle that we bought at the hotel bar. We all would have preferred something nicer, however none of us wanted to take the time to find a wine shop. Starting the main event took precedence over quality wine.

With the wine poured, and all obstacles now out of the way, I was finally able to relax and take in what was happening. I noticed a similar easing of tension between the two women, replaced by excited looks they were sharing with each other. And me.

Unfortunately, the change in pace was a little too dramatic. The atmosphere shifted from frantic and electric to quiet and awkward, as nobody immediately stepped up to take charge. That wouldn't do.

I took a big gulp of the crappy wine, then said, "I propose we shower up first before we proceed with the fun. I intend to taste you both."

That got their attention, their eyes shifting to me as the two beauties licked their lips. And just like that, the mood was back.

I was on the verge of mansplaining to the two beautiful women how sweat adversely impacts the taste and smell of their vaginas before my brain switched on and told my mouth that was a dumb idea. It was a good thing I'd taken off the mask; the gatekeeper between brain and mouth was functioning again.

Layna and Mila glanced at each other and shared a wicked smile, like they knew something I didn't. That look concerned me. No, it excited me.

They each took a big drink of their wine, set their glasses down, and started prowling toward me, coming at me from each side like wolves on the hunt. I was either about to be eaten alive or taken on the wildest ride of my life. I drained my wine glass.

Layna reached me first, placing one hand on my chest and the other on my crotch, rubbing it with her palm on top of my costume.

"I don't know," Layna purred, her eyes fixed on Mila who had nearly reached me as well. "I think I'd like to get fucked by Deadpool. What do you think?"

Mila followed Layna's lead. "Oh, yeah, we want you to fuck us, Mr. Reynolds."

Mila's hand joined Layna's on my crotch. They synced their movements, brushing up and down together as my cock stirred to life and stiffened.

"Some other time," I said, my voice low. "I'm done playing dress-up today. Get your sexy asses in the shower so I can show you what I do best with my mouth."

I slapped each of them on the ass hard enough to elicit a leap and a squeal. That was followed by giggling and impish glances between them. Like a pair of troublemaking sisters, up to no good.

With a final squeeze on my now fully erect member, the girls pranced off towards the bathroom, leaving me behind to follow them. I pulled off my shoes and, before I forgot, ran over to my bag, grabbed a Cialis, and swallowed it. Some people drink coffee to wake up. I pop Cialis before a threesome. To each their own.

I walked into the bathroom and immediately noticed two things. First, the shower was not meant to accommodate three full-grown adults. Second, the girls already had their boots off and Layna had the zipper of Mila's costume down to her lower back.

Being the gentleman I am, I decided to help Mila out of her costume. Though, not before I gave Layna another smack on her black leather-clad ass. The look of surprise on her face following the smack was quickly replaced by a steamy look that made my heart beat faster than it already was.

I took hold of the front of Mila's costume as she dropped her arms and met my gaze. I stared intently into those deep, dark pools, framed by her raven hair. Shaking myself from the spell I was falling under, I tugged the front of her suit, slowly stripping it down her arms and freeing her perky breasts.

Mila's eyes locked onto mine as Layna slipped her hands between the former's arms, cupping her breasts and massaging them. Layna pinched and rolled Mila's hardening nipples between her fingers, forcing the petite woman to inhale sharply, her eyes still transfixed on mine. I eyed Mila hungrily, seeing her desire reflecting at me.

When her hands came free of the costume, I knelt and continued to remove it past her hips and down her smooth, firm legs. Glancing up, I saw Mila's head turned, her lips meeting Layna's in a series of loud, wet pecks. I lifted her feet, one at a time, pulling them out of the costume, then tossing it aside.

I left Mila's panties for Layna, straightening up and cupping her face in my hands, turning her attention back toward me.

"Take off her panties," I instructed Layna, though my eyes were on Mila.

The instant Layna's fingers hooked into Mila's thong, my mouth was on hers. I'd teased Mila enough, now I let her feel my desire. My hands held her hips while my tongue probed into her warm mouth, where it was met by her tongue. Mila met my need, moaning into my mouth as we kissed, her hands exploring my body.

Mila's lips pulled from mine, Layna grabbing a handful of dark hair and forcing her to spin around. Layna pulled her face forward, their lips meeting briefly before their tongues were twisting in a deep kiss. I glanced down, confirming that Layna had removed Mila's panties, then cupped her firm cheeks in my hands before giving them a squeeze.

When the women parted, they were breathless, panting hard from the passionate kiss.

"Let's hurry up and shower," Mila suggested. "But first..."

Mila took hold of the zipper at the front of Layna's costume and ripped it down quickly. With equal urgency, Layna was shaking it off, rolling her shoulders and shimmying out of the tight, black costume.

When Layna's heavenly mounds bounced free from their restraints, Mila cupped them and squeezed, forcing a shuddered breath from Layna's lungs. Not wanting them to stop what they were doing, I quickly pivoted behind Layna, dropping down to peel the suit off her legs.

The girls locked lips again as I removed the Black Widow costume from Layna's feet, then quickly yanked her panties down and off. Looking up, I noticed for the first time that, like Layna, Mila had a smooth, hairless mound. Just how I liked it.

Once the girls were naked, they jumped in the shower, kissing and fondling, leaving me standing in the bathroom in a costume that had a zipper on the back. I reached behind me, trying to find the zipper while also watching the show going on in front of me.

Layna twisted her hair up in a messy bun to keep it from getting wet, while Mila quickly washed the face paint and powder off. I continued to try to get ahold of the fucking zipper.

Once Mila washed her face, Layna poured body wash into both of their hands. I watched on enviously as their hands slowly explored one another's breasts, hips, ass, and thighs in an erotic soapy massage. Their lips met again, though now they were kissing with less urgency, savoring the moment rather than rushing it.

It struck me at that moment that Layna had never been this sensual with Gabriela. Gabriela and Layna acted like competitors, always trying to one up the other. It generated some intense heat, the two of them trying to out-fuck the other. What I saw between Layna and Mila was more like making love. I could see the connection and intimacy between the two of them as they patiently kissed and caressed each other like old lovers.

'Where is this fucking zipper?' I wondered as my throbbing cock ached to join the fun.

"Hey, babe, can you get my zipper?" I finally asked.

"Oh, sure, come here."

Once Layna pulled my zipper down, she returned to kissing Mila while I endeavored to tear the fucking costume off. It took a few seconds, but in the end, I stood victorious over the treacherous suit, which lay crumpled on the floor as my stiff cock pointed up defiantly over it. Just as I was about to plant my fists on my hips in a superhero pose, something more interesting caught my attention. Two naked ladies, playing with each other's nipples, had ceased kissing, and were eyeing me appreciatively.

I turned toward the ladies.

"Ready for me?" I asked with a cocky grin, hands on my hips as my manhood stood out proudly.

"Sorry, babe, I don't think there's enough room in here," Layna replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, I think you'll have to wait until we get out," Mila added, also smirking.

"Oh, fuck that," I said, dropping my hands to my sides before walking into the shower as they giggled and split apart to let me in between them.

It was a tight fit. Nobody was going down on anybody in here; it was standing room only. The upside of not having many options: I didn't have to think too hard about what I wanted to do.

I turned to my fiancé and whispered, "I love you," then pulled her in for a deep kiss. I cupped her face in my hands as my tongue probed her mouth, while her hands moved in circles on my chest.

As my tongue danced with Layna's, I felt soapy fingers wrap around my shaft and begin to stroke it. Mila. Layna's hands were still on my chest. With Layna's lips on mine, and Mila's hand around my cock, my mind ascended to the heavens.

"Let's soap you off so we can get out of here," Layna said, grabbing the body wash, pouring some in her hands, then handing the bottle to Mila.

Mila poured some body wash into her hands, rubbing it on my back as Layna struggled to rub it on my chest.

"It's too crowded in here," Mila complained.

"Here, I've got an idea," I said, pouring the body wash on my chest and back, letting it run down my body. "Don't use your hands."

The girls got my drift. Layna rubbed her breasts against my chest, while her slippery hands found my cock and balls, stroking and fondling them. Mila pressed her soapy breasts against my back, sliding them up and down as her slick hands slid along my ass and thighs. I stiffened when I felt Mila's finger press briefly against my asshole, drawing a devious giggle from the minx.

Sandwiched between the two beauties, I couldn't do much other than let my hands glide along their thighs, hips, or waists as they slipped up and down my body. I was yearning for more.

"Okay, we're clean," I declared.

They agreed. The girls hopped out while I turned off the shower. We quickly toweled off, then headed to the bedroom.

Layna and Mila moved to the foot of our king-sized bed, then resumed kissing tenderly. I watched in awe as Layna massaged her friend's pert breasts, while the shorter girl groped and squeezed my fiancée's ass. As hot as it was to watch them kiss and fondle each other, I was done sitting on the sideline.

"Lie down," I directed as I put a hand on each of their firm butts.

The girls glanced at me for a second, then grinned and giggled to each other before following my command. Mila lay on her back, but Layna lay on her side, giving me a mysterious wink before she resumed kissing her fantasy girl. To ensure I got her message, Layna grabbed the inside of Mila's thigh and pulled it, opening her legs. An invitation that I was eager to accept.

Layna's hand slid up to Mila's breast as my hands moved in down below, gripping Mila's thighs and spreading her open, her glistening sex beckoning me to taste her. She quivered as I split her nether lips with my tongue, lapping her from entrance to clit, savoring her tangy fluid.

Mila's arousal from the build-up to this moment was evident, her juices abundant and continuing to flow. Knowing she wouldn't last long once I got going, I slipped two fingers easily into her, sliding them along her inner wall and locating her sensitive spot. She jolted when I found it, then rocked her hips gently to enhance her own pleasure. I took the opportunity to stimulate her further, sucking and flicking her clit with my lips and tongue.

Mila moaned deep and long into Layna's mouth, her back arching in response to my oral ministrations. I noticed Layna plant a foot on the bed, lifting her knee up, opening her sex for me. With my free hand, I collected Layna's juices from her slit, then rubbed her button while I continued to pleasure Mila.

Both women were panting and moaning now, though Mila was clearly on the precipice. I kept my pace and pressure steady. If it got her this far, it would get her to the promised land. It did.

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

"Oh my God, that was so good," Mila exhaled while I continued to lick and stroke slowly.

"Your turn now, babe," I finally said to Layna, waggling my eyebrows at her, just as Mila's climax ended.

"Why don't you lie down," Layna proposed. "Mila can ride you while I keep your mouth occupied."

"Done," I replied, lying in the center of the bed on my back, the girls moving to let me through.

Layna immediately straddled my face, her ass on my chest, her pussy hovering above my mouth. Mila moved languidly toward her purse, grabbing the box of condoms, and getting one out.

"I've been waiting all day to get this dirty, funny, incredible mouth on me," Layna declared, running her hands through my hair and grinding her clit along my tongue. "This really is the best use of your sharp tongue."

I'd seen Layna get assertive like this before and knew what was coming. She was going to 'take' her pleasure from me. I just needed to keep my tongue out, move it when I could, and try not to suffocate. I moved my hands up to her upper thighs, enjoying the feel of her soft skin as she rocked, humped, and gyrated on my face. I watched her face contort through a dozen different emotions, while her tits jiggled, and her copper waves bounced wildly.

I felt a hand grasp my shaft, followed by the unmistakable sensation of a condom being placed on my crown and rolled down my shaft. Mila was about to rejoin the fun.

With Layna straddling my face, I experienced Mila solely with my sense of touch. I felt the soft skin of her thighs and calves press against me as she mounted me. Felt her fingers hold my cock upwards. And then felt her tight, warm tunnel yield to me as she slowly sank down.

It wasn't lost on me that the two women were using me like a sex toy. One riding my face, the other riding my cock. I didn't care. Hearing these two gorgeous women moan their approval at my sexual prowess gave me the biggest ego boost I'd ever experienced.

From her erratic movements and heavy panting, I could tell Layna was close. Knowing it would send her over the edge, I grabbed Layna's butt cheeks and spread them.

"Oh fuck!" she shouted, her legs shaking violently when the first wave of pleasure hit. As her climax rolled on, she wrapped her fingers in my hair, pulling it uncomfortably, while she gasped and moaned, rocking her hips to ride each successive wave.

Layna's orgasm triggered my own, with Mila's tight pussy negating any loss of sensitivity from the condom. I released Layna's ass, my hands finding purchase on Mila's smooth thighs, as I pulsed into the condom and groaned into Layna's cunt.

Layna threw her leg over my head and collapsed on the bed, while Mila planted her hands on my chest and continued to ride me. Her shoulder-length black hair bounced and swished as she picked up her pace, her pert breasts bouncing subtly. I leaned up to take a hard nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, while my hands found her ass and squeezed.

I was still hard. I said a silent prayer, thanking the inventor of Cialis.

Mila pushed my head down, then leaned forward, her mouth finding mine. She slowed down her pace, moving more sensually, rotating her hips in circular motions just like her tongue circled mine.

I grabbed her ass and lifted her off me, breaking our kiss. "I need to replace the condom," I informed her.

I pulled off the used condom, tossed it in the trash, and rolled on a new one. As I walked back, Layna was lying back on the bed, her legs spread; Mila's face was buried in Layna's sex, with her face down and her ass up. I didn't need Mila to wiggle her ass to know what she wanted. Still, when she did wiggle it, I chortled and got behind her.

I took hold of her hips, admired her delicious heart-shaped ass, and slipped back into her with ease. As I pounded Mila from behind, my eyes met Layna's, which burned brightly with lust. Watching her eyebrows furrow while her gaping mouth panted drove me wild. I grabbed Mila's cheeks, pulled them apart, and pounded harder. She groaned deeply, clearly appreciative of the harder fucking.

Layna massaged her breasts with flat palms, rubbing her nipples, while her turquoise eyes hungrily watched me fuck her friend. The same friend who was licking her pussy.

"Oh God," Mila grunted quietly before she went silent, holding her breath, the sounds of my hips slapping into her ass the only sound. Her pussy squeezed my cock, signaling that she was climaxing again. I continued to thrust into her vigorously, slowing a little only when she released her breath with a squeak.

Layna cupped Mila's face, beaming as she watched her friend come undone from the hammering I was giving her.

When I felt Mila slipping down toward the bed, I guided her to lie next to Layna. When her head hit the pillow, she closed her eyes and focused on catching her breath.

"I think she liked it," Layna observed.

I chuckled, then looked at the love of my life, saying tenderly, "Your turn, princess."

Layna lay back, her eyes tracking me, as I yanked the condom off and tossed it on the floor. She spread her thighs, grabbed my cock, and guided me to her honeypot. Once I felt my tip pressed to her entrance, I pushed forward. Though she was soaking wet, she was still tight. With a few shallow thrusts, I felt her body slowly yield to me, opening and accepting my invading member.

Layna moaned softly as my crown pushed past her resistance, the sound that she always made when I entered her. A quiet, erotic release of breath. A submissive sound, reserved only for me. The sound I loved to hear more than anything.

Once her body surrendered to me, I entered her fully. After the sensation of fucking with a rubber on, sliding through Layna's silky, wet folds was a much-welcome change.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," I groaned in her ear as we quickly found our rhythm. The one that came so naturally to us when we made love.

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

"You're welcome, Layna," I responded sincerely. "Tell me though, did the reality live up to the fantasy?"

"Not even close," she answered, wrapping her legs around me, tucking her feet just under my ass. "The reality was waaay better."

We heard what sounded like a snore and turned our heads. Mila was asleep.

"Wow, babe," Layna said, sounding impressed. "You fucked her to sleep."

We both chuckled softly, our hips continuing to roll, like waves on a calm sea.

"Should we wake her?" Layna asked.

"Babe?" I queried in response.

"Yes?"

"I'm tired of talking. Shut up and kiss me."

She grinned before we closed our eyes and let our lips reacquaint themselves. As our lips locked, our tongues danced and twisted, playfully trying to outmaneuver the other. She curled her arms around my neck, pulling me tight with her arms and legs, as our hips continued to roll in their perfectly synchronized motion.

I felt my climax building rapidly as I absorbed the feeling of being so seamlessly connected and entangled with the woman I loved. My sexy, nerdy, creative genius pressed all my buttons; I had no hope of lasting much longer. Apparently, I had the same effect on her.

Our movements became more urgent as we reached the precipice. Our tongues fought for dominance, while our hips rolled and thrust with greater vigor. As I was about to come, Layna arrived first.

"Unh," she moaned softly, before sinking her teeth tenderly into my shoulder. She squeezed me tight as her orgasm hit her, triggering my own. I groaned as my cock pulsed, firing my seed into her, as the familiar warm tingle spread across every inch of my body.

I continued to thrust lazily inside Layna, continuing to satisfy her through to the end of her climax. When it finally ended, I stopped moving and lifted my head up to meet her gaze. We stared silently at one another, smiles playing and curling at the corners of our mouths.

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

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

We continued to stare into each other's eyes until we heard Mila stirring. We turned our heads to find her watching us.

"You two up for another round?" she asked, biting her lower lip as her eyes sparkled with delight. "I kinda want to watch Jake fuck you from behind, while you go down on me."

Layna's smile practically reached her ears. "Well, babe, what do you think?" she asked me.

"Whatever you want, princess," I responded, rolling off her to the side opposite Mila. "This is your fantasy. Though, even with my performance enhancing drug, I still need a minute before I can go a third round. If you two lovely ladies want to get a head start and give me something exciting to watch while I recover, I won't object."

"I think we can handle that," Layna replied, smiling seductively. Then she turned to Mila, spread open her thighs, and grinned malevolently, "I think you know what to do now, slut."

The End.

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[Hey, you're still here. Why? The story's over.

Oh, were you hoping that round three would be covered in a post-credits scene? Sorry to disappoint, but the hack behind this had to get back to his real job and ran out of time before the entry deadline. Too bad because that scene was 'way' hotter than anything you just read. I will say this, if you see a new author named "Jakepool" be sure to check out everything that guy writes.

While you're here though, a vote, comment, follow, or favorite would be much appreciated. Unless you're the fuckwad who keeps following me around and dropping one-star ratings; if that's you, then go fuck yourself.

Finally, a big shout out to the real talent here: the editors. P_Anderer and Ddylvsmycl1t. In the words of C.J. Cherryh: "It is perfectly okay to write garbage--as long as you edit brilliantly." P and D, you edit this guy's garbage brilliantly.]