Daniel, Elena and Layla's Week (Chapter 7) (fm:threesomes, 4003 words) [7/12] show all parts

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A Few Days Earlier

It started on a Tuesday morning. The house was filled with the sound of the shower running, where Daniel lingered under the hot water, steam drifting under the door. Elena woke up early, her body still tingling from the night before with Daniel. He had pushed her to her limits, leaving her hoarse and exhausted, her thighs sticky with their shared release, and the scent of him still lingering even after she showered. As she walked down the hallway in her silk robe, loosely tied to show off her olive-toned breasts and long, toned legs, she saw Layla in the linen closet, carefully stacking fresh towels.

Layla looked up, her cheeks turning red as her full breasts rose with a quick breath under her fitted uniform. The fabric stretched across her curves, and her nipples pressed against the thin material. Her blue eyes widened when she saw Elena's messy hair and lips marked from kisses, with faint purple marks still visible on her collarbone. The tension between them was immediate. Elena had noticed for weeks that Layla watched them, hiding in the hallways and behind doors, touching herself as Elena cried out with Daniel. Instead of feeling threatened, Elena felt a deep, thrilling curiosity that had been growing since she first caught Layla's gaze during one of those nights.

Elena stepped closer, the robe slipping deliberately off one shoulder to expose the swell of her breast, the dusky nipple already pebbled in the cool morning air. "Good morning, Layla," she purred, her British accent wrapping around the words like warm smoke, low and intimate.

Layla swallowed hard, setting down a towel with trembling hands that made the soft terrycloth rustle faintly. "Mrs. Calder, good morning. I was just..."

Elena didn't let her finish. She reached out, tucked a stray lock of Layla's blonde ponytail behind her ear with deliberate slowness, her fingers lingering on the soft, warm skin of her neck, tracing the rapid flutter of her pulse. Layla's breath hitched audibly, a sharp, needy little sound that made Elena's core clench. She could see Layla's nipples harden further against the cotton, twin points straining the fabric, and the faint outline of lace panties shifting as her thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction. The shower still ran in the distance, Daniel oblivious, humming faintly under the water, giving them this stolen, fragile pocket of time.

Elena leaned in and brushed her lips against Layla's, soft and testing, tasting a hint of cherry lip balm and mint toothpaste. Layla froze for a moment, tense with surprise and desire, then relaxed with a soft whimper, her mouth opening to Elena. The kiss grew deeper and slower, Elena's tongue tracing Layla's lower lip before slipping inside, their tongues meeting in a slow, sensual rhythm that made Elena's body heat up. Layla's hands first touched Elena's arms hesitantly, then held her tighter as Elena pressed her back against the closet shelves. Their bodies fit together, Elena's taller frame pressing against Layla's curves, their breasts brushing through the thin layers of their clothes.

Elena's hand slid down Layla's side with loving possession, cupping the generous swell of her hip, fingers digging in just enough to feel the soft give of flesh, then higher to fondle one whole breast through the dress. She squeezed gently, reverently, thumb circling the hardened nipple in slow spirals that made Layla arch into the touch with a broken whimper that vibrated into their kiss. The clothed friction was electric: Elena's robe gaping open further, Layla's dress riding up as Elena pressed a toned thigh between her legs, feeling the damp heat radiating through the fabric, the lace already soaked and clinging to swollen folds. Layla's own hands explored with growing confidence, sliding under Elena's robe to trace the flat, toned plane of her stomach, fingers brushing the sensitive undersides of her breasts, then cupping them fully, thumbs flicking over dusky nipples until Elena moaned softly into Layla's mouth, the sound muffled but hungry.

They pulled apart, both gasping, when the shower stopped and Daniel's footsteps echoed down the hall. Elena stepped back, letting her robe fall closed, but she smiled at Layla, her expression full of promise.

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Hook writes Tue 3 Feb 2026 19:05:

Marvelous story, well crafted and told with tenderness.

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