Chapter 3
"Maybe I should slap that ass for Topping from the bottom," I teased Angelica, who promptly pushed her butt right against my hand.
"And that's supposed to discourage me? Go ahead and slap that booty! I love my ass and so do you, it seems! Come on ... it's yours now, remember? Do with it as you will! Punish me for Topping from the bottom and threatening to blackball you, stud! You, Shawn, I threatened you, too. Go ahead and punish my pussy!" Angelica encouraged us, though Shawn was clearly a bit puzzled as to her meaning.
"Spank my pussy, babe! Slap it with your hand and then wash it again!" Angelica reminded him that he had just cleaned her twat with soap and water not minutes ago.
Shawn tentatively slapped Angelica's cunt, but he was a bit new to this whole business and afraid that he might hurt her too much. She wasn't just his fiancee, after all. She was his boss, too, just as she was mine. The complexities of these overlapping relationships overwhelmed him a bit at the moment, whereas I was still going strong. I had barely washed that tush, but now here I was, spanking it into next week. It felt very soft and tender on my hand as I made her bottom sting a bit from my swats.
"Guess we know which one of you is a true-blue Top, don't we? It's okay, Shawn. You did nothing wrong. It's just that you're not as ... commanding. That's not your style. You're much more of a laid-back guy, much less aggressive, a perfect husband for a driven boss lady like me. I need both kinds of guys, which is why I need both of you. Just remember that this is YOUR pussy. It belongs to you.
"It's okay to be pushy and assertive, even aggressive with me now and then, even if you're mostly vanilla. Not sub, from what I can see. Just ... vanilla. And that's fine, papi. It's just fine ... just feel free to experiment and take some risks, dear. You're my fiance, not to mention the father of my unborn baby.
"You're going to be my HUSBAND soon. You definitely matter, you have needs, you have rights, and you damn well have duties, okay?" our lover told Shawn now.
Angelica was very reassuring as we dried off after the shower, but something in her tone reminded me of an auntie or big sister hitting on a timid male virgin. Well, she was our supervisor, so she was used to having power. The way that she reacted to me was already something of a different animal. She had become increasingly eager to please me, downright submissive in many ways, so much that it was impressive.
"Yes, dear," Shawn blushed a bit.
"That's always the best response for a sweet little hubby like you. You're learning fast. Now, Damien's not a 'yes, dear,' type. Maybe 'yes, boss' at work, but it's clear that you're both dramatically different types of men. What I said before is true, papi. I need both of you, both types of men. I need your soft, loving, romantic, vanilla, sometimes okay, maybe a little submissive ... but as I said before, mostly vanilla ... I need that rom-com leading man type. That's you. You're Ryan Reynolds or Steve Carell or Adam Sandler or Nicolas Cage. That's so you.
"Then there's Damien, who supplies the bad-ass motherfucker type that I also need. Vin Diesel, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Bruce Willis, Thomas Jane, Sylvester Stallone, Dolph Lungren. Gerard Butler. It's why he sucked at rom-coms. Tom Selleck. Sean Connery. Pretty much every James Bond ever, in fact. That's Damien. Killer. Badass. Motherfucker. You have that raw, primal, alpha male quality to you. It fits that you're named after Satan, basically. It suits you.
"It makes me so fucking wet, but the funny thing is so does what Shawn has ... for different reasons. I just ... need ... both of you. That's just how it is. Now, who's up for some ice cream? I want us all to eat up, maybe make some root beer floats, because once dessert is over, I'm gonna go for round two, and you better believe it will be a lot like the last time. Me riding my sweet fiance cowgirl-style while my ruthless Top/sadist/Dom backdoor man takes what is his!" Angelica winked at both of us before pulling us toward the kitchen, soon putting her hands on both of our butts.
I looked at Shawn, he shrugged, I grinned, and then put my own hand on Angelica's ass, as if to say, "It's cool that you want to grope my booty, but I'm gonna do it right back to you."
Shawn blushed a little and moved one of his hands to what belonged to him ... or at least the mons Veneris part of it. Angelica licked her lips and let out a very primordial moan. She proved that she had an atavistic quality to her, no doubt about that ... and that had its uses for sure. Then again, I was a rather satyr-like fellow myself. It was nice to see even Shawn embrace his more animal side, what little he allowed to break loose.
"Oh, yes, it's about damn time ... fuck my earlier plans ... let's earn that ice cream first ... let's fuck in the kitchen ... trust me, this will be wild ... all three of us together! Fuck, yeah! Yes, Shawnie boy, you, too, can be a wild man when you wish to be. When in doubt, just do as Damien does. You'll never be what he is and I wouldn't want you to be, but you can be a braver, bolder Shawn. Still be yourself, but your toughest self, babe," Angelica told us as she bent over the kitchen island and spread thighs as well as cheeks.
"Hey, boys, see something that you like? Come and get it!" she winked at both of us now and gestured for us to "come hither."
It was a damn good thing that we were all naked, right? The next thing that I knew, I slid in and out of Angelica's asshole for a few strokes, and then pulled out for Shawn to take her pussy for a few thrusts of his own. I began fucking her harder up the culo and she pushed back feverishly at my cock as I invaded her bottom repeatedly. Shawn was a little softer and slower, but even he quickened his pace at her urging, driving deeper and faster with every last push inside her holes.
Sharing this woman was a fantastic experience, one to which few could compare, and this was our BOSS, no less! This broke at least a dozen HR rules or guidelines, but what were those next to the primal, biological imperative? We were back to our most primitive state, but so what? The girl had needs and so did we? That didn't change because someone pulled strings to make her a supervisor, did it?
"Oh, GOD, yes, yes, yes!" Angelica really panted now as she took us as deep within her holes as we could burrow.
"You like?" I teased Angelica as she screamed my name ... and Shawn's over and over.
At last, however, it was too much ... Angelica shrieked and howled as she squirted so much that she also peed herself. I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded in her wonderful ass, flooding her bowels at last just before Shawn erupted inside her delightful twat. We all collapsed on the kitchen floor for several minutes, sweaty all over again with the sheer intensity of that little romp.
