Threesome With Sissy Fiancé and StepDaddy
T. A. BEAU
Threesome With Sissy Fiancé and StepDaddy
T. A. BEAU
A short pseudoincest erotica story with MM action, sissy/crossdressing and DP.
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WORD COUNT: 6,400 words
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“I can’t believe we’re engaged!” I say to Landon. I can’t wait to call him my husband, to be entirely mine.
Landon beams. He pulls me closer and kisses me. “Do you like the ring?”
“I do, but I love you more,” I say, snuggling closer to him.
He’s so hunky and big. I move onto his lap and feel his thick, muscular arms around me. He makes me feel so safe in so many ways. I can be myself with him entirely and completely. Whether that’s silly, acting like a dom and owning my power, telling him about my unconventional sexual relationship with my ex-step-dad. He knows everything about me, the good and bad, the weird and normal, the put-together and messy, and he loves me anyway.
Landon curls my orange hair around his fingers as I rub his chest. The diamond engagement ring catches the light just as I collar his throat with my hand. He groans.
“The ring looks best when I wrap my fingers around your throat,” I purr in his ear.
He grins and leans forward to kiss me, but I just rub my lips over his teasingly. “You know what this means, right?”
“That I’m yours forever. Your sub. Your lover. Your husband,” he pants.
I tighten my fingers around his throat, digging my fingers in until his head falls back. I kiss his nose. “It means you’re tied to me. All mine, in every single way. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” he groans. “I want you forever, Sylvia.”
I adjust on his lap. “Is that any way to speak to your master?”
“I want to serve you forever, Mistress,” he corrects, eyes flaring with heat and submission.
I kiss him hungrily, sucking his bottom lip as my hand loosens around his throat. The second I start to move my hand, Landon puts it back. I take his hand instead. I shake my head, rubbing my nose against his. “I love you so much. My big, sexy husband-to-be.”
“Screw it. Marry me right now. I want to call you my wife,” he pants.
He’s so hard. I roll my hips on him and kiss him again. “Be a good boy for now.”
“You’re going to make me be patient, aren’t you?” he asks, his smile growing. “Going to edge me, threaten my sanity, then ruin me.”
“Sounds like you’re asking me to do that,” I tease.
He kisses me again. “I’m putty in your hand, Sylvia. You know that. I love everything you do for me, to me, and everything in between.”
I moan and kiss him again. I roll so my back is against his chest. I look at the ring on my finger and back at my fiancé. He’s so loving, he watches me like I have stars all over me, like I’m better than the moon. I know he’ll do anything for me. He’s proved it time and time again.
“Let’s have a party,” I hum.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“I want everyone to know that we’re together, that we’re taking this step together. We can invite all our friends, our families... and Nate,” I say.
Landon nods. “Of course, he has to be involved.”
He’s not upset or jealous despite knowing all about my previous relationship with Nate. I stroke over Landon’s chest. “And we’ll get something sexy for you to wear under your clothes. Something lacy, so you feel it rubbing against your skin all night.”
“Just name the date,” he pants. “Please let it be tomorrow.”
“Because you know you’re not going to cum until then?” I giggle.
We talk more about the party, tell our parents we’re engaged, and then set up the party for the weekend. It’ll be small—maybe twenty people other than us—which will fill half of the first floor of our lavish home. We’ll have dinner, some conversation, and some champagne.
“I should have proposed to you on the first date,” Landon says as we finish planning our party.
I give him a confused look. “We’ve only been together a year. It’s pretty fast overall.”
“Not fast enough. I want to hear you call me husband. I’m aching for it,” he admits.
“You’ve been a good patient boy for this long. I’m sure you can be patient a bit longer. Plus, you know I’ll make sure you enjoy every day,” I promise.
Landon kisses me, hugs me tightly and promises that nothing will change. Things might get better, but we’ll still be us. It’s the same promise he makes me every night as we get closer and closer to the party.
On the night of, I pull on a cute white dress. It clings to me in a flattering way that’s not too sexy to be around my mom or Landon’s parents. I watch him adjust his shirt over the lacy teddy I got him to wear. It’s crotchless, but I know that him wearing it will drive him insane all night.
I’ve made him wear silk nightgowns and panties every night since he proposed. He’s been writhing and begging me to let him come, but I told him he’d have to wait and he will. Because he’s a good boy and my hand, my mouth, and my pussy is better than his hand.
“Mistress, you look gorgeous,” he says.
I kiss him softly, then pull him close. “I love you.”
***
“Here, try this. The mango chutney on the salmon came out perfectly,” I moan, holding my fork in front of my fiancé’s face.
He beams at me and happily takes the bite. I lean forward and kiss him before he can swallow. He finishes and offers me some champagne. I take a drink and stroke over Landon’s muscular thigh. I continue higher and higher until I snap the lingerie against his skin from over his slacks.
Landon’s brown eyes darken with lust. He rubs his nose over mine as my hand moves over his abs and to his chest. I can feel the lacy fabric under his button-up. He takes a slow, controlled breath.
I kiss him again, then whisper in his ear, ignoring the fact that our family and friends are eating and mingling around us.
“When people start to leave, you’ll go to our room and assume position three,” I instruct.