Three, Two, One (321)

I push my key into the lock with this thought lingering in my mind. It’s quiet inside and the lights are low. I toss my keys onto the little table in the foyer and that’s when I see the video camera. “What is this doing here?”

“Start filming, cameraman.”

I look into the dark living room, lit only by firelight flickering off to the left, and see JD sitting on the couch. The coffee table has been moved out of the way, and at his feet—naked and with her head resting on his thigh, staring straight at me—is Blue.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask them.

“Waiting for you. Now pick up the camera and start filming.”

“Why?” I look down at Blue and she meets my gaze for a second, but then quickly closes her eyes and buries her face between JD’s legs.

“We wanna make a sex tape.” JD says this like he might say we’re going out for dinner. “Blue’s on board.”

“She’s got no identification, JD. We can’t use her.” The whole thought of putting her on Ray’s site just repulses me.

“No, you dumb fuck,” JD laughs. “A sex tape, asshole. For fun. We’re not gonna sell her. We’re gonna fuck her.” And then he smirks up at me as I walk towards them. “On camera.”

I just stare at them. “We?”

JD nods to the chair off to the left of the couch. “Turn the camera on, sit down, and enjoy the show.” And then he pets Blue on the head and looks back to me. “Dude,” he says, losing his patience. “I’ve been waiting for you all damn day. My dick is hard, her mouth is watering, and I want to come down her throat. So turn the fucking camera on.”

And now my dick is hard.

I walk over to the chair and ease myself down, camera on, and pointing at Blue’s mouth as she licks her lips.

“Three, two, one… action,” JD whispers.

Blue’s tongue darts out and begins to lick him through his jeans. Her mouth opens wide, covering the thick bulge in his pants, and then she bites down a little, chomping playfully along his full length.

JD moans. Hell, I moan. My hand goes to my own bulge in my pants and I begin to rub. The camera shakes a little from my motions. JD notices me worrying about it, but then he nods his head to the fireplace mantel. I look over to my left and see the camera. Then across from me, on a wall shelf, I spy another one.

“I’ve got them all over.” He presses a button on the remote in his hand and the lights come up, just enough to make an atmospheric movie.

They’ve certainly put a lot of thought into this little setup.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down yanks me back to my reality. Blue’s got the little tab by her teeth and she’s pulling it down to reveal a trail of hair leading to JD’s cock. She licks the little bit of skin that is exposed by the open zipper, and then her small hand reaches in and pulls him out.

His cock is hard and long. I’ve seen hundreds of girls exclaim delight at the sight of JD’s dick, and Blue is no different. She moans as her mouth covers his tip. I pan the camera up to JD and catch him closing his eyes to appreciate her attention.

I unbutton my jeans and reach inside to grab myself, but the slurping noise from Blue’s blowjob directs my attention back to her. JD’s hand clamps down on her head, forcing her to take him deep. She struggles for a moment, then her jaw opens wider and she breathes hard through her nose. “That’s a girl,” JD says, encouraging her to keep his cock in her throat. He bucks his hips a few times, essentially choking her, but she holds steady until he pulls her head back by her hair and the saliva spills out of her mouth in a long strand. I lean to the right in my chair to try to get her face on camera. She’s looking up at JD with wide blue eyes. Waiting for a command, or a pat of reassurance. Or more likely, a slap for some made-up disobedience.

JD leans down and kisses her and then he snaps a leash onto a leather collar I just now notice she’s wearing.

My jealousy rages again.

Not because I was wrong in all three of my predictions, but because I can see it now.

He’s fucking falling for her, just like I am, and this action says he’s claiming her for himself.

I’m just about to put the camera down and walk out when he looks me in the eye. “Blue,” he says, staring at me. “Ark needs some attention too.” He holds the end of the leash up to her mouth and she bites on it. “Crawl over there like a good girl and suck him off.”

I don’t get up. I don’t put the camera down. I don’t tell her, No, this is degrading.

I sit absolutely still. My camera remains focused only on her. And if I thought my dick was hard a second ago, I had no idea what hard really is. Because it feels like concrete right now.

“Yes, sir,” Blue tells JD, through the leash, clenched between her teeth, as she looks up into his eyes.

And then she turns her face towards me. And the look I was trying to capture a second ago is right there.

Complete trust.

Insatiable lust.

And so many, many things that will need to be discussed, I cannot even begin to imagine how fucked up this is about to get.

Because I know what this is. A truce. An offering. And the beginning of a new way forward in our relationship.

A threesome taken to the extreme. A ménage à trois in the truest sense of the word. A household of three. A partnership and understanding that we are one.

But I can’t think about any of that right now. Because Blue is on all fours, crawling across the hard floor, a black leather leash between her teeth, with her eyes trained on me. She maneuvers herself between my open legs and scoots up as close as she can get. Her breasts heave up and down with her breathing, and then she lifts her head and waits for instructions.