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Pete was doing her best to play it cool during the meeting. She got everything ready in the kitchen first, prepping the tray carefully. Vegas took her coffee black, so Pete poured her a large cup in her favorite mug and set it on the tray next to some peach puff pastries. Vegas had taken quite the liking to peaches after realizing tasting Pete was like biting into a fresh peach, juicy and sweet.
Before Pete could pick the tray up to carry it to the conference table, strong vibrations shook the walls of her vagina as she clenched her knees together and swallowed back a moan. After a few seconds, the vibration suddenly stopped as Pete took a deep breath. Once she felt steady, she picked the tray up and walked it over to the table, careful not to spill the coffee.
Vegas was staring intently at her laptop screen, papers spreading out on both sides. Pete smiled seeing she was wearing her glasses. It had taken a lot of nagging (and a lot of clothing removal) for Pete to convince Vegas she needed to wear her glasses so she didn’t strain her eyes and make them worse. Usually Vegas wore her contacts to the office, but Pete was quite fond of her glasses. It felt like a special treat.
“Here’s your coffee, love,” Pete said in a low voice, setting the tray down on the table and placing Vegas’s mug within reach.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Vegas smiled up at her and Pete was tempted to push her laptop aside and climb onto the table, spread open for Vegas to have her for breakfast. They were at work , though, so Pete had to behave. Vegas had said so.
Feeling risky, Pete leaned closer, running her hand down Vegas’s spine as she whispered, “Since you can’t have the real thing right now, I’ve brought you these.”
She placed the tray of peach puffs next to the coffee mug, showing her dimples as Vegas stared at the pastries hungrily.
“You spoil me,” Vegas said, biting her lip as she reached for a pastry. As she took a bite, Pete was captivated by the flaky bits that clung to Vegas’s full lips. She was so distracted by Vegas’s delectable moans that she almost forgot that Vegas had a small remote in her other hand. The vibration started again as Pete clenched her thighs together, desperately trying to muffle the sound. She would be mortified if anyone else heard .
“Vegas,” she breathed, her lip trembling. The vibration stopped as Pete let out a soft exhale.
“The meeting’s about to start,” Vegas said, licking the peach filling off her thumb before reaching for her coffee to wash it down.
Pete nodded, putting the tray away quickly before taking her seat.
Sitting was so much worse. She could feel the egg lodged inside her, but that wasn’t all. She shifted in her seat, making sure the vibrating panties were right where they were supposed to be, the vibrator snug between her lips and against her clit. She was already damp, but she knew Vegas was far from done with her.
Vegas grabbed one of the pieces of paper and began the meeting, droning on about budgets and stocks and the upcoming schedule, all while shuffling between the two small remotes in her other hand. She was turning them on and off randomly, so Pete never knew where the sensation was coming from next. She was biting her lip almost hard enough to break the skin, her hands vice-like around the edge of the table. She was rocking slightly in her seat, all while trying not to be obvious.
“Pete,” Vegas called, taking her glasses off and setting them on the table. “Are you paying attention?”
“Mmhmm,” Pete said weakly, squeezing her eyes tight before opening them again. “You were saying that we were, umm, on track…with…with…”
Vegas sighed, slapping her paper down onto the table.
“Sounds like you weren’t paying attention.”
“I was!” Pete tried. Vegas prowled over to her wife, leaning against the edge of the table as she brushed Pete’s bangs out of her face. Her other hand was hidden in her pocket, wrapped tightly around the remotes.
“I thought you were my good girl, Pete,” Vegas said in a low voice. It made Pete shiver.
“I am. I’m your good girl,” Pete gasped.
“Good girls know how to sit still, and you’ve been slipping and sliding in your seat like you’re in heat.”
Vegas turned both remotes on at the highest settings, making Pete mewl. Her fingers splayed on the table while Vegas leaned closer, studying Pete’s face as Pete whimpered. A tear ran down her face as she whined, “Please, Vegas. Please. I wanna come.”
Vegas stuck out her tongue and licked Pete’s soft lips before lapping up her tear.
“You wanna come, darling?”
“Y-yes.”
“You gonna let those little batteries do the trick, or do you want me to help you?”
“Y-you. Please. Vegas, please. I want you to eat me out.”
“Well,” Vegas said calmly, leaning back, “I never did get to finish my pastry.”
Pete was gasping small little pants as Vegas said, “On the table, beautiful. Show everyone that perfect cunt. But no one else can touch. That pussy is all mine.”
Pete wasted no time, scrambling out of her seat to climb atop the table on her hands and knees while Vegas took her seat. Moving only jostled the vibrations more as Pete could no longer hold in her moans. She wasn’t wearing anything except the panties, so it didn’t take long for Vegas to untie the strings tied around Pete’s hips. She turned both remotes off, setting them aside as she removed the panties.
Pete shivered at the cool air on her hot skin, spreading her knees wider apart as she canted her hips back, stretching her arms forward as her back arched.
“What a beautiful wife I have,” Vegas said, stroking Pete’s sensitive clit a few times before grabbing the thin cord connected to the egg to pull it out. Pete moaned again and Vegas ran out of patience.
She lifted Pete’s hips slightly and set her mouth to work. The angle was difficult, but Vegas wasn’t a quitter. She had had Pete rigged up in a similar position before, so she knew it was possible. Pete began to moan louder as Vegas ate her out, her tits bouncing against the table.
After a minute, Pete called out, “Wait, my arms…”
Vegas pulled back, helping Pete roll over onto her back to spread her legs wide in invitation. Vegas smirked, threading her fingers through Pete’s to hold her close as she got to work again, licking her sloppily until Pete was a sobbing mess on the table.
“Fuck!” Pete cried as she came, her legs trembling around Vegas’s head.
Vegas gave her a few more teasing kitten-licks as Pete hissed.
“Fuck,” Pete repeated, quieter, as her whole body shivered.
When she could finally sit up again, she gave Vegas a lop-sided grin. “Your turn, my love.”
Vegas lifted her dress, climbing onto the table to straddle Pete. She was wet as Pete reached for her, sliding two fingers between her lips as Vegas kissed her messily.
“Uh-huh,” Vegas moaned, grinding herself against Pete’s fingers. “Oh, Pete. My sweet Pete.”
Pete pulled her into another kiss as she pressed inside Vegas, scissoring her fingers for a few seconds before curling them while her thumb circled Vegas’s clit. Vegas kept riding Pete for all she was worth, panting and moaning. Pete shifted her hips up, angling her hand even more. Vegas was close, so Pete rolled them over so she had better range of motion to fuck her fingers roughly in and out of Vegas while she writhed and panted, wrapping her arms tightly around Pete’s neck as if she were a lifebuoy. Pete nodded at her, biting her lips as Vegas’s hips rolled to meet Pete’s hand thrust for thrust.
“Yeah, Pete, yeah,” Vegas panted, shutting her eyes tightly as her mouth fell open and she came. As soon as she could move again, she curled into Pete. Pete hadn’t even gotten her fingers out yet.
“You okay, babe?”
“Yeah,” Vegas grunted. “I just want to be close.”
“Okay,” Pete said, pressing her cheek to Vegas’s forehead as she pulled her in with her free hand.
“I love you,” Pete said softly.
“Love you, too,” Vegas whispered, moving to press her lips warmly against Pete’s.
“I’m gonna pull out now,” Pete warned before slowly removing her fingers as Vegas shivered.
They lay on the table for a few minutes while they caught their breath and Vegas played with Pete’s hair.
“Aren’t you glad we got a sturdy table?” Vegas said finally. “I told you it would be worth it.”
Pete laughed. “You were right.”
Finally, they sat up. Pete was completely nude, but she didn’t mind. She was home alone with Vegas, so no one was going to walk in on them. Not even Tay or Macau had a key.
Vegas took another bite of the peach puff before shoving the other one into Pete’s mouth. Pete giggled as she took a bite, wiping the crumbs from Vegas’s mouth and then her own.
“These are really good,” Pete said.
“You still taste better,” Vegas said while Pete rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Lucky for you, I’m always in season.”
Vegas smacked her ass playfully while Pete jumped.
Pete took another bite before setting the pastry down so she could clean up, much like she would if they had really been at the office. Minus the nudity, of course.
“Thank you,” Vegas said. “Thank you for playing with me.”
“Of course,” Pete said easily. “I know you always want to fuck me in a meeting, but thanks for doing the scenes at home.”
Vegas nodded, moving to help Pete clean up as she admired the way her body moved.
“I know you wouldn’t be comfortable doing this at work, even if the building was vacant.”
“Just makes me think someone might walk in, which is fun for playing, but it’s too stressful in real life. This way I feel safe enough to let go.”
“And that’s the important thing to me,” Vegas said, leaning to kiss Pete again. “I always want you to feel safe.”
“Thank you, love,” Pete whispered. “You, too. Did you have fun?”
“So much,” Vegas laughed. “Now, let’s get you in the tub for some aftercare.”
Pete took Vegas’s hand and followed her down the hallway to their private bathroom where they had a massive tub. Pete started the water while Vegas cleaned their toys and put them away. While Vegas finished stripping, Pete ran her hand through the water to check the temperature.
“This thing is great but it always takes so long to fill up,” Pete pouted.
“Just gives me more time to kiss you,” Vegas said, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for just that. Pete moaned, her lips parting instinctively so Vegas could brush her tongue past them. She ran a thumb over Pete’s nipple while Pete raked her nails over Vegas’s back. They made out until the tub was full, then they made out in the water for a few minutes lazily until Vegas was ready to wash Pete.
Pete let herself relax, knowing it was important for Vegas to take care of her like this. Aftercare was not just for her, after all. If Vegas didn’t feel like Pete had been taken care of properly, she got antsy. Once she was satisfied that Pete was properly loved and relaxed, Vegas kissed her cheek.
One of Pete’s eyes opened. “Ready for me to wash your hair?”
“Yes,” Vegas said, sounding as relaxed as Pete felt.
Pete also loved to take care of Vegas. She adored watching Vegas’s muscles fully relax under her care. Her guard could completely come down when it was just the two of them.
Pete lathered Vegas’s hair as she bent down to kiss her jaw.
“What do you want to do after the bath?”
Vegas kept her eyes closed as her brow furrowed lightly. “Hmmm…can I braid your hair while we watch TV?”
Pete laughed. “That sounds amazing. Want to order in?”
Vegas loved to cook for her, but it was already getting late, and Pete wanted to just snuggle with her.
“Okay.”
They didn’t stay in the bath too long, putting their matching robes on so they could pile onto the sofa together. Vegas ordered dinner through an app while Pete found them something to watch.
While they waited for their food, Vegas gently brushed Pete’s hair while Pete sat on the floor between her legs. Pete’s phone pinged that they had a visitor, so she let them into the building and got up to stretch and wait by the door.
Carefully hiding behind the door, Pete grabbed the food and hurried back to the couch.
Vegas helped her set the food up on their coffee table before joining Pete on the floor to eat while they chatted about their show.
“There’s no way she’s picking that guy,” Vegas said. “Just…no. He’s so slimy.”
“Who would you have her pick then?”
“Honestly,” Vegas thought for a moment. She never bothered to learn the contestants’ names, so when she saw the guy she was thinking of, she shouted, “Him!”
“Him?” Pete groaned, rolling her eyes. “No way. She’s better off alone in that case.”
Vegas huffed, taking another bite of her food. “That’s your opinion. We’ll see what she does in the next episode.”
Pete slurped up a long noodle just to annoy Vegas, grinning widely. Vegas gave her a look, but leaned in to kiss her.
“I love you.”
“I love you, Vegas. So much.”
Vegas kissed her again and went back to eating. She tried not to gloat too much when the female contestant picked the guy she had instead of the one Pete wanted her to pick. Pete couldn’t complain too much, though, as Vegas was brushing her hair again to carefully braid it before bed.
Pete rested her head against the inside of Vegas’s thigh, where she fell asleep just as Vegas was tying her hair off.
“Sweetheart,” Vegas whispered, shaking Pete gently. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Okay,” Pete mumbled, yawning as she got to her feet, automatically reaching for Vegas’s hand. Vegas tucked Pete in and went back to their living room to put the rest of the food away and check the locks. Once she was satisfied that they were safe, she shut off the lights on her way back to the bedroom. It was still hard to believe sometimes that this was her new reality. She got to fall asleep next to Pete and wake up with her every day. They talked and joked and teased each other. They took care of each other when one of them wasn’t feeling well. They filled their apartment with so much love it almost didn’t feel real sometimes.
Vegas climbed into bed, smiling as Pete immediately rolled over to wrap around her tightly.
“Night, my love,” Vegas muttered, kissing Pete’s forehead.
“Night,” Pete breathed, snuggling even closer as Vegas shut her eyes.
Neither one of them could have picked a better life.