Three (11)

It's difficult to locate it exactly, the moment when I found myself not quite in the moment...

We had untied Jessica. The expansive bed filled most of the hotel room, the mattress lodged firmly in the solid frame beneath us, yet it heaved with her frustration while she struggled against the ropes.

Her hands, feet, the intricate chest harness... Ms T lent me a hand unwrapping all of it, starting with the ball gag. It glistened with Jessica's saliva, the pink rubber indented with teethmarks when I pulled it out.

"You cruel fucker..." Jessica meant it. As if I had been solely responsible for her predicament. The accusation was unfounded.

I gathered the white ropes now scattered all across the bed into coils and threw them aside, one by one.

Meanwhile, my co-conspirator pushed Jessica back against the gathered pile of pillows, purring in transparently fatuous agreement with her complaints. It wasn't as if Ms T had not just been enjoying herself loudly, stroking the defenseless curves of Jessica's thighs with one hand while we fucked.

Jessica settled back, a smile playing about her lips while she spread her legs. "What are you planning now...?"

Ms T, her face set in concentration, leaned forward and placed one hand on either side of Jessica's vulva, pulling the shining wet lips apart to open her up even further.

Eyes closed, she kissed the bulge of Jessica's pubic bone, her lips lingering on the skin, relishing the move downwards.

Jessica's head dropped back, her mouth open...

...and watching them in the fullness of their moment, I felt pulled backward by the scruff of my neck. Just a few inches, lifted out of the immediacy of what we were doing. I was still tingling from the tight grasp of T's pussy.

I didn't merely feel like I was observing them; I was observing myself observing them, touching them, feeling them falling into a shared rhythm, the muscles of Jessica's thigh pressed against mine, separated by the thin fabric of her black stockings. We all moved together, our bodies pressed up against one another, yet there I was at just a slight distance, awash with a feeling that took me a little while to name. Envy.

I envied myself.