Why Is Our Closet Leaking

Madi Collins locked lips with her mistress, Lulu Chu, until the slam of the front door froze them both. Madi shoved Lulu into the closet and slammed it shut. Whitney Wright stepped into the bedroom already apologizing for her early return, desperate to fix what was breaking. She wanted skin on skin, no more lectures, just the hungry heat they'd once known. Madi gave the closet a silent warning glance and agreed. They peeled off shirts, stripped jeans, bodies colliding before the linen hit the floor. Tongues and fingers tangled, Madi straddling Whitney, grinding until the bed frame rattled. Inside the closet, Lulu pressed two fingers between her legs and worked them fast, watching Madi's thighs flex, watching Whitney gasp each time Madi rocked harder. She flicked her clit, breath hitching. Slickness ran down her wrist. Her orgasm hit sharp and sudden; fluid spurted between her thighs, splashing the hardwood. Whitney flinched at the soft splatter. "What the hell was that?" Madi tried to pin her down but was half a breath too late. Whitney stood, crossed the room, and yanked the closet open. Lulu crouched in the puddle, naked and glistening, hand still buried between her thighs. Shock widened Whitney's eyes, then narrowed into something cruel and hot. "You really fucked her in our bed." Madi's words tumbled out fast, raw with regret and want. Whitney studied the panic in her face and finally exhaled, a crooked smile cutting across the tension. "Maybe we salvage this the grown-up way." She nodded toward Lulu. "Join us. Now." Lulu crawled out. Three bodies crashed together. Whitney kissed Madi deep while she guided Lulu's tongue lower, their legs knotting. Hands gripped wet skin; tongues lapped sweat-slick bellies. Whitney rode Madi's mouth while Lulu fingered her from behind. Later Whitney slid a strap between them, driving Madi into groans. Lulu shuddered again, this time soaking the sheets, legs shaking, the three of them laughing in the mess, chasing another wave before the night ended.