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Vi is such a bad influence on you.
You needed to go shopping, the food in the penthouse running low because of how long the three of you had spent just lounging around with each other on Caitlyn’s week off.
Could you have just got someone else to do it for you? Yes, you could. But you liked being able to do it and you needed to get some fresh air out of the house, not that you’d ever complain about being there with the two of them.
Vi had insisted coming with you. Caitlyn having said she needed to ‘get back into the flow’ with work and Vi sat there watching her work for about five seconds before deciding she was going with you.
It went exactly how you expected. The list suddenly turning from a simple twenty-five items to over thirty and shoved into multiple bags in the backseat of the car. Vi having thrown stuff in the cart at random, a pack of gummy bears making it into there at one point even though you’re pretty sure there’s a pack in the nightstand on her side of the bed. You let her, you had also added some things you didn’t need into the cart.
The drive back wasn’t too long, the both of you spending most of it loudly playing music and arguing over who got the pick the songs as per usual.
You groaned, leaning back against the elevator wall as the doors closed behind you and Vi. Your gaze strayed to the pile of bags in the corner, the very long receipt tucked in the top of them. The reason you both had taken a lot longer than you had promised Caitlyn you’d be.
“I’m blaming this on you,” You say, looking towards Vi whose eyes are scanning over the buttons on the wall. “It’s the top one, funnily enough.”
Vi rolls her eyes, pressing the button for the penthouse and leaning against the wall also. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She taps her fingers against the wall, watching the number slowly go up above the door.
… 1
… 2
… 3
… 4
Just before the number hits the fifth floor, her hand slides over to the buttons again and hits the bright red one. The elevator comes to a stop almost immediately, making you grab onto the handrail against the mirror.
“Vi, what are you-“ you start confused, trailing off as Vi walks closer to you, leaning against the mirror with her head tilted against it.
“Cupcake got new cameras, y’know.” Vi states, eyes drifting up towards the corner where a sleek new small black camera sits. Unnoticeable unless you knew it was there. Her eyes flicker back to you with a smirk.
“No, no way.” You say firmly, shaking your head at the sight of it. “Anyone can see us through that.”
“Nah,” Vi says candidly, “Only cupcake has access. Perfect huh? She’s probably already clicking away on that laptop of hers to see what the hold up is.”
It’s true, she probably is doing exactly that.
Your eyes stray the camera again, Caitlyn could be watching you both right now. Her eyes squinted at the screen as she watches Vi crowd you against the elevator wall and trail her lips up your neck as her hands settle on your hips.
She always keeps an eye on the cameras at any small interference. Making sure the three of you remain unbothered and safe
“Give her a little show?” You say, tilting your head back against the wall to give her more access, looking up at the camera through your eyelashes. Your hands slide under Vi’s shirt, one moving up to her breasts to squeeze one through her sports bra.
Vi huffs out a small laugh against your neck. “Now you’re getting it.” Her hand slides down to your jeans, fiddling with the button to undo it quickly making her fingers slide off it multiple times.
You laugh taking your hand out from her shirt and batting her hand away to undo it yourself. They’ll probably be someone wanting to use the elevator at some point so it is best to hurry up a little.
“Shut up.” Vi huffs, but her lips quirk up anyways before her hand is down the front of your underwear and her lips are on your neck again.
The footage on the screen is clear, the specific camera model giving a live option with sound included. Caitlyn squints at the screen, Vi’s body shielding the sight of her hand down your pants from view but she has a pretty good idea of her actions based on the moans coming from your mouth.
She leans back in her chair with a huff, more amused than anything, not taking her eyes off the scene. Nothing she hasn’t seen before from her two wives but the elevator is certainly new.
She checks her watch, about thirteen minutes after they said they’d be back. She’ll give them five minutes before going down there herself. After all, she does enjoy the view.
Your hand grips Vi’s shoulder as her fingers lightly circle your clit, her lips kissing up the side of your jaw to your lips. You moan into her mouth as her tongue slides past your lips, her fingers move from your clit and through the wetness collecting in your underwear and she groans into your mouth at the feeling.
“So wet for me and we haven’t even started yet,” Vi mutters, pulling her mouth away to rest her forehead against yours and look down at her hand.
The lack of space is clearly annoying her as she tries to move her hand around. She huffs out a breath and pulls her hand out making you whine at the loss of feeling before she tugs at the waistband of your jeans, yanking them down to rest around your thighs.
Your jaw drops slightly as she drops down to her knees in front of you. You’re really gonna do this here in the elevator aren’t you?
Your question is answered as Vi grabs your hips and pulls you closer, kissing your clit through your underwear before sucking it lightly. Your breath hitches as she practically buries her face into them, licking over the slight wet patch forming on the front of them.
“Vi…” you let out a quiet groan, looking towards the camera again before back down to your wife. “Please…”
“Please, what?” Vi teases, running her finger down the middle of your underwear and kissing your skin just above the waistband. “What do you want, hm? Tell me.”
You whine, your head lightly hitting the wall behind you and tilting to the side slightly. You are immediately faced with the mirror fitted into the back wall of the elevator. Your face flushing at the sight of Vi kneeled down in front of you with her hands on you and her eyes staring up at you loving and waiting as you stay silent.
Her eyes follow your gaze, catching you staring at her in the mirror and she smirks. “What? You like that?”
You roll your eyes and look away, she’s totally gonna file that in her mind judging by the look on her face. But for later, not now.
Now, her eyes move back to your face. “So? What do you want? C’mon babe, use your words for me.”
You sigh, looking down at her. You know she doesn’t care about anyone wanting to use the elevator. She’s gonna be down there on her knees until she gets what she wants from you. “Fuck— just… touch me already.”
Vi raises an eyebrow at you, resting her head on your thigh close enough to your cunt that you can feel her breath through the damp fabric covering it.
“Please.” You relent, looking away from her to not give her the satisfaction.
“Hm, that’s better.” Vi hums before her fingers are hooking into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them to rest with your jeans, and her lips are on your clit.
Caitlyn watches the screen in barely disguised shock. Shock at the audacity you both have to fuck in her elevator whilst she’s in the same building waiting for you both to come back. But is she surprised? No. No she isn’t.
She pulls up the live video on her phone, the quality being the highest she could’ve bought, leaving the laptop open on her desk before making her way out of the room and towards the elevator. She leans against the wall opposite once she arrives, holding her phone in her hand as she watches Vi bury her face in your cunt.
She can wait. She can be patient, unlike her wives clearly. Able to keep her hands away despite feeling the slight wetness in her own underwear from watching and listening to the moans leave your mouth as Vi’s fingers move to join in.
Your hand grabs the metal rail against the mirror as Vi teases your hole with her finger, her tongue working relentlessly on your clit making you unable to hide the small breathy moans coming from lips.
“You taste so good, fuck, you always do.” Vi breaths out against the bundle of nerves before she’s taking it back into her mouth and sliding a finger inside you, curling it expertly. She always acts like she’s never tasted you in her life, and oh she has. Many many times and never fails to disappoint.
Your other hand comes down to thread through her short hair as a choked moan leaves your mouth.
She knows all of your sweet spots on point from being with you so long. Her tongue flicking wetly over your clit and her finger grazing that spot inside you. It makes you grab her hair a little tighter and slap a hand over your mouth to contain the loud sounds wanting to come out.
Vi pulls back from your clit, her finger slowly to small lazy thrusts inside you. “None of that. You want cupcake to hear you, no?” She tilts her head towards the camera with a smug look before flicking her eyes back up to you and sliding a second finger inside you, watching your eyes flutter as another choked sound leaves your mouth.
The thought of Caitlyn watching and listening to you right now makes your face heat up and your walls tighten around Vi’s fingers.
She huffs a slight laugh, “That’s more like it.” before diving forward and sucking on your clit again, speeding her fingers up until a wet smacking sound fills the small space.
Caitlyn tries to keep her composure but she can’t help but breathe a little heavier at the sight on her phone. She looks around her making sure there’s no one around.
Realistically no one other than the three of you have access up here unless she allows it but she’s not risking anyone hearing the sweet sounds coming from your mouth. No, that’s for her and Vi only.
Her hand lingers at the edge of her shirt, wanting to touch but having the control to wait. Though, she can’t take her eyes off the sight of the slick pooling around Vi’s fingers that are stuffed deep in your cunt.
Now, you can’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth as Vi’s fingers pound into you. Your head thrown back against the wall as your hand tightens around the metal rail.
Vi pulls away from your clit, a small string of spit and slick connecting it to her lips. She licks it off, moaning at the taste. She looks up at your face, smirking at the sounds coming from you. “That’s my girl.”
She looks back down to your cunt, glistening with her spit and your wetness. She groans, licking a thick stripe up your slit and licking over your clit, moaning around it as she does so.
“Oh fuck, Vi…” You moan at the feeling out it. Your moans only seem to spur her on, her fingers quickening their pace inside you as she ravishes your clit in her mouth, her tongue moving rhythmically against it until your legs are shaking beneath you. She holds your hip tighter in her hand to keep you upright as your walls start to tighten around her fingers.
Vi slightly goes over in her head whether or not to pull back, to draw it out longer, but her knees are starting to hurt on the hard elevator floor and she can feel her own wetness pooling between her legs. She has no doubt that Cupcake will be waiting to deal with the both of you the second you’re finished so she cuts you some slack. For once.
She pulls her mouth away for a moment, temporarily replacing her tongue with her thumb, rubbing tight circles across your clit. “You gonna come for me?
You nod rapidly as your muscles keep twitching with every thrust. “Yeah… yes, yes. Please, Vi, lemme— fuck— lemme come, please.”
“Oh, well since you asked so pretty.” Vi murmurs before sliding her thumb off your clit and sucking it into her mouth determined to make you come right then and there.
And she does. The feeling of her fingers curling against your spot so perfectly and her tongue scraping over your clit shove you straight to the edge. “Vi… Vi ‘m gonna…”
Vi doesn’t answer, not letting up on her administrations against your cunt until your vision whites out and your orgasm rushes through you. Your legs tense up and choked whimpers leave your mouth as you tighten around her.
She keeps her pace as you come, working you through it despite having to push a little harder into you to not be pushed out. Not that it’s a chore for her. She only slows down once your legs start to calm down and you slump against the elevator wall breathing heavily.
She slowly pulls her fingers out of you, shoving them straight into her mouth to clean, humming at the taste.
Your eyes catch her in the mirror again and you watch her pull them out of her mouth, her eyes stuck on your leaking cunt. And then she moves forward. “Vi, wait-“
You groan as she licks over your hole, slowly cleaning the mess left there. Her eyes closing in pleasure as she tastes all of you, swallowing it down like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. You’d think so judging by the look on her face.
Only once you’re mostly clean does she pull away, her chin and lips shining with your wetness. She slides her thumb over her lip collecting some before licking it off. “Y’think she liked it?” She looks up towards the camera.
You let out a puff of air, looking at the camera also. You honestly forgot you were most likely being watched by your other wife, which wasn’t even a full fact. She might not be at all. You still shudder at the thought, you’d definitely know when you see her if she did or not.
Vi stands up and grabs your jaw between her fingers and pulling you into a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue as it sides against yours. Your hands rest on her hips as she pushes closer, putting her other hand on the wall behind you and caving you against it.
That’s when the elevator jolts, starting up again. The number moving up the floors.
… 5
… 6
… 7
… 8
“Looks like she did.” Vi laughs, pulling away to stand against the other wall and watching as you grab your underwear and jeans to quickly yank them back up.
You huff and shake your head, quickly doing up the button. “You are so annoying.”
“You liked it.”
“Clean your damn face.”
Vi smiles cockily and licks her lips, swiping her fingers over the thin coat of slick around them. “Nah, might leave it there. A little present for our dear cupcake upstairs.”
The elevator comes to a halt at the top floor, the doors sliding open— oh yeah, she definitely saw, watched even.
The sight of Caitlyn leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching you both with her eyebrow raised and a look on her face that gives nothing away making you swallow nervously. Vi doesn’t seem to feel the same.
She saunters out of the elevator, “Speaking of…” she walks up to her, kissing her deeply on the lips just like she did to you a second ago. Lingering to let Caitlyn get a taste before filling away and trailing her hand off her shoulder.
You slowly walk out of the elevator also, not looking at Caitlyn as you follow Vi into the penthouse.
Vi looks over her shoulder towards her, “You coming cupcake?”