I can’t believe the alarm’s going off, because it feels like I just fell asleep a few minutes ago.
I reach for it, but Cam gets there first. “Why don’t you get some more rest? We can get Jessie to school this morning.”
“It’s only fair,” Wyatt says. “Since we’re the reason you hardly got any rest.”
A sleepy smile curls my lips. Apparently, all that stuff we did wasn’t just a dream. “Are you sure?” I ask.
Cam presses a kiss to my forehead, then the tip of my nose. “Sure. We’ll make her breakfast, pack her lunch, and get her to school on time.”
Wyatt kisses me too, and then they’re gone. I feel like I should get up, because I’ve always been the one to get Jessie to school, but I’m just so sleepy …
The next thing I know, Jessie’s patting my hand. “Are you sick, Mom?”
I rouse instantly. “Oh no, sweetie. I’m just extra tired.” I blink my eyes, and when I bring Jessie into focus, she’s dressed in one of her favorite school outfits, and her hair is neatly combed. “Did you have breakfast?” I ask.
She nods, looking excited. “Eggs and chocolate chip pancakes!”
I know those were Wyatt’s doing, and she’s probably going to want him to make breakfast every morning now.
“I gotta go, Mom. Hope you feel better.”
“Thank you, sweetie. Have a great day. I love you!” We hug, and then my not-so-little-anymore girl skips out of the room.
Cam appears and crosses the room toward the closet. “Almost forgot something,” he says. Then, a moment later, he’s leaving again. “We’ll be back soon. Love you, Stel!”
I listen to the murmur of their voices downstairs, the sound of doors closing, then the car driving off. I wish I could lie here all day, especially feeling as blissful as I do after all the orgasms last night, but I need to get ready for work.
After one final stretch, I pull the covers aside and crawl out of bed. The house is so quiet. It’s odd to be here all alone.
After using the bathroom and taking a quick shower, I head into the closet to pick out something to wear that’s both comfortable and presentable, in case I need to be on a video call with someone at the office.
On the ottoman in the center of our big closet, a small red gift bag catches my eye. “Wear these today for good vibes,” the tag says in Cam’s handwriting.
Nestled in tissue paper, there’s a little scrap of red lace. When I lift it out, it’s heavier than I expect. It’s still light, but not as light as you’d expect a sexy little pair of panties to be.
There’s something plastic, roughly the shape of an elongated disk, tucked into the gusset of the underwear. Hmmm. Good vibes with a vibrator?
I wonder if I’m supposed to push a button to turn it on, but since the guys aren’t home yet, I decide to wait.
When I put on the underwear, the vibrator feels strange between my legs, but also exciting, like a secret filled with potential. I consider not putting on any other clothing, but since they’re still not back, I pull on some yoga pants, a white shirt, and a gray sweater, and go into my home office.
About ten minutes after I log in, sounds alert me that the men are pulling into the garage. Despite the fact that I’m in the middle of writing a routine, boring email, I feel a tingle of excitement now that Cam and Wyatt are here.
BzzzzzzzBzzzzzzz
I jump in my seat, my leg muscles tensing. My underwear buzzed! And the guys aren’t even in the house yet. At first, I assume I must have triggered it somehow, but as I sit there, not moving, it vibrates again, two more short pulses.
Oh my god, the guys must have a remote control!
I’m in my chair, thighs clenched tightly, when Cam walks in.
“How’s your morning going?” His face is the picture of innocence as he sets an iced coffee on my desk. When I just look at him without answering, he gives me one of his special smiles. “Everything okay?”
As I nod, another quick little vibration hits between my legs. Wyatt must have the control.
“We’ll be out back,” Cam says. “We have a lot to build before the rain comes in this afternoon.” He’s still smiling like someone who has a secret.
So this is how we’re going to play it? I guess I have to wait before I get to enjoy this new toy with the two of them. I hope the rain rolls in sooner than expected.
“See you at lunchtime.” He gives me a kiss, then leaves.
I return to my boring email, and things in my lap are calm for over half an hour. Then the pulses start. Short and long, long and short, some very soft, and others, occasionally, much more disruptive.
Then the vibration stays on, slow but steady, and I sit back and enjoy it. It feels good—really good—but maybe not good enough. I try to imagine that it’s Wyatt’s or Cam’s head down there between my legs, and that thought spikes the pleasure further, but not enough to get me off.
The buzzing stops, and when it doesn’t come back on in several seconds, I let out a breath and return to work.
My men never leave me wanting, but I’m kind of enjoying the tease of it all, especially knowing there’s bound to be a payoff later on.
I focus on my job, and manage to have a surprisingly productive couple of hours, despite the occasional pants parties that start and stop randomly. After a while, it becomes easier to focus, and I carry on writing emails and responding to customer comments, even as the vibrations come and go.
They’re stimulating, of course, and my panties are definitely wet, but it’s nothing that’s going to push me over the top.
Most days, I try to remember to get up and stretch my legs every hour or so when I’m working. Today, I need to make sure my legs can still hold me. They’re a bit like jelly when I get up and go into the bedroom, where I have a good view of the men working.
They must not be filming right now, because their shirts are off, and the sight of them hammering nails into boards, their muscles coated with sweat, makes me even wetter than I already was.
Cam pauses to slide his phone from his back pocket, and as he taps his screen, my pussy is hit with another jolt, a strong one. Did he see me watching?
It buzzes again, lighter this time, then stops, and I’m so tempted to get my hand involved. I feel like I could easily make myself come, especially while I’m watching them, but I don’t want to ruin the buildup.
Besides, there’s only one more hour left until we typically break for lunch.
My phone rings, and I hurry back to my office, glad my legs are stable.
It’s my manager, who sounds both frustrated and frantic. “Stella, I need you to jump on a video call with the app developers. I just found out they’re launching a new review feature at midnight.”
“Okay …” I’m praying she’ll say that the call is scheduled for this afternoon, but based on the urgency in her tone, I already know what’s coming.
“I’m sending you the link right now,” she says.
Should I reach into my pants and try to remove the vibrator? With the way it’s situated, I don’t think I can remove it quickly enough without taking everything off.
I’ve been okay working all this time; surely, I can get through a quick video call. I usually need mental stimulation as well as physical to come, and a conference call is about the least sexy thing ever. I’ll be fine.
I click the meeting link and come face-to-face with my manager and two app developers. As they launch into details, I reach across my desk to grab a note pad, and oh my god, that’s a mistake! As my thighs rub together, the little vibrator, though not actively buzzing, presses into my already-sensitive clit and makes me gasp.
“What was that, Stella?” my boss asks.
I swallow a gulp of air and try to catch my breath. “Nothing. Go on, I’m listening.”
I make a show of scribbling on the paper, though I have no idea what they just said.
I start following along, and taking actual notes, but just when I think I’ve fully regained my composure, the vibrator starts to hum. And it keeps humming. Something is different. It must be that I’m sitting differently than before, because the intensity of what I’m feeling has doubled, even though the vibrator is just as quiet as it was before.
Thank god, it’s quiet, but I’m having trouble saying the same for myself.
As my manager asks the developers a question, I wiggle around, lifting my butt fully off the seat at one point, trying in vain to find a position that doesn’t make me feel like I’m about to come apart.
“Do you think that’ll work for you, Stella?” my manager asks as a followup to whatever the developers said.
I nod quickly as the vibrator stops buzzing. I have no idea what I’m agreeing to, but I’ll figure it out later.
“Do you have any questions for them?” she asks.
I do, and I just hope I can get through it. “Will customers be notified when I —” The vibrator comes to life again, and maybe it’s because I’ve been tense, anticipating it, but it hits harder than ever. I shift in my chair, and that makes things even worse. The vibrations are so deep, and rumbly, and my pussy is throbbing with need.
“When I comment onnnnn—” I fight to keep my face neutral, but I can only control so much, and my question turns into a moan.
“Stella, are you okay?”
My eyes squeeze shut, and I cover my face with a hand as an orgasm pulses through me. It probably feels like sweet relief, but I can’t enjoy it, because I’m in a state of shock. Somehow, my brain is still working, though.
“I’m sorry,” I say, as soon as I can speak. “I drank something cold a moment ago. I must have brain freeze.”
My manager frowns, but I think she buys it. And thankfully, one of the developers understood what I was attempting to ask, because he launches into a reply that is long enough for me to fully recover.
The vibrator had stopped at some point, but when it starts again, I angle the camera a little higher, reach under the desk and jam a hand into my pants, using it as a barrier between my body and the relentless toy.
As soon as the call ends, I drop my head onto my arms and let out a long breath. Never a dull moment with my men, and they’re going to pay for this.
“Get in here now,” I text.
They both appear moments later.
“I just had an orgasm during a video call.”
Wyatt’s mouth drops open, and he looks as mortified as I felt, but Cam’s grin is devilish. “I’ll bet that was hot.”
“What if they could tell? I could lose my job.”
“I’m sure they couldn’t tell, but if you lose your job, we’ll take care of you and Jessie. You don’t have to work.”
The guys have made this offer before, but they know I want to work.
“I’m so sorry that happened,” Wyatt says. “We didn’t think you’d need to be on a call.”
“I usually don’t. It was spectacularly bad timing.” Now that it’s in the past, I can’t help but laugh a little, as I shake my head. “You owe me a new office chair,” I tell them. “I’m pretty sure this one is drenched.”
Cam’s and Wyatt’s faces, amused and concerned respectively, both turn heated.
“How many times did you come?” Cam asks.
“Just once.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not nearly enough.”
Wyatt scoops me out of my chair. “We’ll have to do something about that.”
I’m still so sensitive that I nearly come again as they peel my pants off of me.
When they see that my new underwear is indeed soaked through, the two of them take off their own pants at record speed.
When he’s naked, Cam sits on the edge of the bed and leans back, pulling me toward him. Wyatt lifts me so I can straddle Cam, as Cam slips a finger inside the lacy underwear and pulls it aside to stroke my pussy.
“It’s like Niagara Falls in here,” he teases, but I’m too impatient to laugh.
“Hurry up and get inside me.”
Cam looks over my shoulder, giving Wyatt a meaningful look, and a moment later, the vibrator buzzes back to life. It’s not directly over my clit, but close enough to have an impact.
Cam buries his cock in my eager pussy, and then I do come almost instantly, and it’s amazingly intense, but I still want more.
Wyatt slips a finger of lube in my other entrance, and after getting me good and ready, which doesn’t take half as long as usual, he presses inside, and I moan at how gloriously full I feel. Being between them like this is everything, and it’s all I need to come over and over again.
Eventually, they join me in their own releases, both of them emptying into me at the same time, filling me full of themselves.
“Maybe you should quit your job, so we can do this even more often,” Cam says when we’re all lying together on the bed afterward.
“I’ll just drink protein shakes at my desk, so we can do this every day during my lunch breaks.”
Wyatt teases the tips of his fingers along my hip. “Sounds like a plan.”
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