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‘Okay, where is my bathing suit?’ Wanda asked, knowing she wasn’t allowed anywhere near the packed bags.
‘Oh no.’ Said Carol, nobody believing her. ‘Must have forgotten it. Ours too, Tasha.’
‘Fuck.’ Natasha said in the same tone. ‘I guess that means we’ll have to do this…’ Her top left her body. ‘naked.’
‘I suppose that is our best option.’ Carol acted poorly as she dropped her pants on the same pile.
‘You planned this, didn’t you?’ Wanda asked.
‘Of course, we did,’ Natasha said, sliding Wanda’s shorts down and kissing both thighs. ‘We’ve planned everything for today.’
‘We want to know one last thing before we go in there.’ Carol removed the brunette’s top from her body and tweaked both nipples. ‘The edging proposal, are you still in?’
‘What are my other options?’ Wanda gasped between soft moans, as the redhead found her clit.
‘Us doing nothing to you.’ Carol said, slowly pushing Natasha’s head away.
Wanda looked down at Natasha, whose blue eyes begged her to let her continue as she licked her mouth clean.
‘I want it,’ Wanda gulped. ‘Everything you planned. I know I’ll like it because it’s you guys and I love you.’
‘Good.’ Natasha said, her head already moving forward again, before being stopped by Carol’s hand again.
‘Not yet.’ She said teasingly. ‘I think we should go for a swim.’
Once they all were naked, they walked into the spa. ‘Fuck!’ Wanda yelled before going back into the dressing room and came out with her phone in her hand.
‘I never saw you so attached to your phone.’ Stated Carol.
‘Clint and Pietro can call any day now.’ Wanda explained. ‘I need the phone with me.’
‘We understand, baby.’ Natasha said as she slid gracefully into the water. ‘Come in, this is really nice.
Carol cannonballed next to her wife and once she swam up kissed her passionately.
‘You are such a boar from time to time.’ Natasha said when she threw her arms around the blonde and kissed her wife.
‘Wanda, join us.’ Carol said, inviting the brunette into the water with a come-hither movement. The smirk on the blonde’s face revealed her plans for Wanda. The brunette dove into the water as graceful as she could. Grinning like a child, she rose above the water level into the open arms of the redhead.
‘How’s the water, our love?’ Natasha asked, her being the only one not able to stand on the floor of the pool. She clung her naked body against Wanda’s and nuzzled her face in the girl’s neck.
‘Perfect.’ Wanda said, kissing the Russian. A hand on her backside, slowly trailing down revealed Carol’s presence behind Wanda, as she turned her head, she was met with Carol’s lips
‘You have no idea what’s coming to you,’ Carol breathed in her face before a quick kiss as her hand trailed further downward, teasing Wanda. ‘We’re showing our love today and the best way possible.’
‘How did I get so fucking lucky?’ Wanda asked.
‘Being you,’ Carol said. ‘The way you won over ‘Lena was amazing she loves you.’
‘She’s an amazing kid.’ Wanda told her. ‘Happy to call her my own.’
'Care for a swim?' Carol asked.
'Nah.' Wanda said, indicating the redhead in her arms. The softest of women she'd ever met, nuzzling further into her, making sure their naked bodies were glued together. Wanda placed a small kiss on the redhead's head. 'I'd rather stay like this for a while.'
Carol swam around them, stretching her muscles as Wanda watched. The Serbian ran a soft hand along the redhead's back, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. 'I love you, natty. You're so fucking beautiful.' It was their dynamic, Carol craved different things than Natasha. The blonde was more passionate, rough, and energetic, whereas the Russian woman was softer, more prone to physical touch and soft words. As music played Wanda swayed with the redhead in her arms, making sure to keep eye contact with the blonde from time to time.
'Wandaah,' Gasped the redhead as she relaxed in the embrace and the hot water she bathed in. 'Kiss me, please.'
'Pretty girl.' Giggled Wanda, kissing her lightly. She turned to see an expecting Carol stand close to her. She moved Natasha's head so that it rested on her other shoulder, in that way she could kiss Carol more easily.
‘Come with us, our love.’ Carol said after a while, extending a hand for Wanda to take. On their toes, they walked to where the pool became shallow, and they could walk out. She was led towards a wooden door that opened to reveal a massage table.
‘Carol?’ Wanda asked.
‘We know, baby.’ Natasha said, grabbing Wanda’s hand. ‘We’re going to massage you and then you do us. Or whichever way you want.’
‘Well, I don’t know…’ Wanda teased, walking towards towels, hot stones, and her target, squirty bottles of massage oil. ‘I might want you both to do me.’
She turned around and squirted oil on both of their bodies. ‘You do know that we just came out of a pool and were already wet?’ Natasha said.
‘Yeah, we are.’ Grinned Carol, sitting on the table.
‘Grow up.’ Natasha said, pushing Carol down onto her back. ‘Wanda, have you done this before?’
‘No,’ She told her, handing a bottle to Carol. ‘Does she need a towel?’
‘I don’t want one.’ Carol smirked. ‘Better this way.’
‘Get on your back,’ Natasha whispered to her wife. ‘You, squirt some oil on her back and slowly rub it over her body. You want slow motions and to find her pleasure points, just feel Carol beneath your fingers.’
Wanda let her fingers flow over smooth skin, trying to feel where she needed it the most. The soft moans from Carol filled the room as the Serbian watched in silence. ‘Get on top of her.’ Natasha told her behind Wanda.
As Wanda climbed onto Carol, she started making patterns on the blonde’s back, tracing tattoos and scars and all that made her so goddamn irresistible, the moans from the blonde now louder than ever.
‘Does she always do this while having a massage?’ Wanda asked, her eyes fully focusing on the blonde and the sounds coming out of her.
‘Nah,’ Panted Carol, looking Wanda straight in the eye after shifting slightly. ‘This is all you. Well… And Nat’s fingers.’
Wanda turned her head around to see Natasha gently fingering Carol behind her. ‘What?’ She asked. ‘My wife is naked before me, what else am I to do?’
‘You two are definitely something.’ Wanda chuckled, relishing in Carol’s sounds. ‘Perfect for each other.’
‘And don’t forget that you’re perfect for us.’ Carol said, wrapping one hand around Wanda’s as the orgasm coursed through her.
‘I love you, Carol.’ Wanda whispered in the blonde’s ear.
‘Your turn.’ Carol said, swiftly switching their positions, having Wanda underneath her.
‘Nat first.’ Wanda said, eyeing the redhead who smiled. ‘I’ll massage her.’
‘What about you?’ Natasha asked.
‘I can wait,’ Wanda told them, standing up and laying the redhead down on her back. ‘I want to feel your skin underneath my hands in a state of utter relaxation.’
‘Why don’t you work on my front?’ Natasha said, turning around and making sure Wanda could watch properly.
Softly she kneaded the supple flesh of the woman she loved, with Carol doing the same with her wife’s legs. This time it had been Wanda who made sure that the other had an orgasm before their roles reversed again. Now, Wanda laid on the table, on her front, Natasha working on her back, Carol tended to her other needs.
‘Done!’ Carol exclaimed, just before she reached her peak.
‘No!’ Yelled Wanda, way louder than she intended. ‘Finish me.’
‘Not a chance.’ Smirked the blonde.
‘Natty?’ Wanda turned to face the redhead and pouted, knowing that she was the weak one of the three of them.
‘Be strong.’ Caro told her wife. ‘Just think about our plan for tonight.’
‘Sorry, baby.’ Natasha’s naked body hugged Wanda’s, one pair of pierced tits meeting the smooth ones. ‘I promised Carol.’
‘So, I’m the bad guy?’ Carol asked with an undignified tone.
‘Yes.’ The others said in unison.
‘What’s next?’ Wanda asked, still annoyed at her life-partners.
‘We are going to the saunas.’ Natasha said, still hugging the brunette. ‘Then we’re giving you a make-over and then we have dinner.’
‘Do I get to cum during this date?’ Wanda asked, filled with hope and arousal.
‘No.’ Smiled Carol smugly.
‘I don’t know.’ Wanda said as she came out of the changing booth. It was hours later, and they had to choose their outfits for the evening, Natasha was already in a gorgeous long ballgown and Carol wore a power suit accenting her curves. ‘Do these fishnets make me look like a prostitute?’
‘Yes.’ Natasha said.
‘But a beautiful one.’ Carol smiled with lust at Wanda, who wore a very short dress with deep cleavage and a slit in it, revealing half her body to the two women who stared with lust at her fishnet-clad legs.
‘I think this is the outfit for later tonight.’ Natasha said, looking at the large black clothing bags. ‘This one’s for dinner, but be careful with the fishnets, you need to wear them later.’
‘Noted,’ Wanda said with a smile, taking the other clothing bag and walked back in to change. One minute later she came out with one of the fanciest dresses she had ever owned.
‘Just how elitist is this place you’re taking me?’ Wanda asked as she admired her own reflection.
‘Five stars and we had to put in a reservation four months ago.’ Carol said, waving the notion away.
‘How much did you guys spend on me?’ Wanda asked. ‘That wasn’t necessary.’
‘Not that much.’ Natasha said. ‘Couple thousand.’
‘Couple thousand?’ Her shocked expression apparently called for laughter from Carol.
‘Trust us, you’re worth it.’ She snickered.
‘Sure?’ Wanda asked. ‘Because I’m going to be wearing this all the time; I feel like a princess.’
‘Well, you are our queen so that is kinda fitting.’ Natasha said, hugging her from behind. ‘Come one, let me do your hair.’
They had left the car somewhere, Wanda didn’t know, and got into a limousine Carol had paid for. They were already on their second bottle of champagne when they reached the restaurant. Wanda tumbled down a red carpet slightly before Natasha and Carol took one of their arms and graciously let her inside.
‘Reservation for Danvers-Romanov.’ Carol said.
‘The elite package.’ The Maître D said. ‘Follow me, please.’
Wanda followed the Maître until they reached a private room where a table for three was set for them. Candelabras were lit in the dim darkness of the room. The table wasn’t big, a round one where all of them could sit on. The decoration made the room even more special than ever. Hundreds of little fairy lights lit the room, stuck to those were photographs of Wanda and her new Family. She saw Natasha and Carol smiling at her in most of the pictures, Yelena was quite prominent as well.
‘I don’t remember this one.’ Wanda said with a tear in her eyes, pointing at a picture of herself and Yelena sleeping on the mattresses they had put in Clint’s living room in their first sleepover. Yelena’s tiny hands clutching in Wanda’s shirt and Wanda wrapping her arms tightly around their daughter. ‘It’s beautiful.’
‘Take it.’ Natasha said, kissing her cheek. ‘It’s yours.’
‘We should call her.’ Wanda said. ‘Just to check up on her.’
‘No children today.’ Carol stated as she held out a chair for Wanda to sit on. ‘Today is just us.’
A waiter came in as soon as they had all sat down, filling all their glasses with the best wine Carol’s money could buy.
‘I want to propose a toast.’ Carol said, raising her glass. ‘To Wanda, the woman we never knew how much we needed until we met her.’
‘The love of our lives.’ Natasha added. ‘The one that makes our family feel complete.’
‘Wands, we love you, and we can’t imagine any days without you.’ Carol smiled at her, and Wanda felt her own face flush up.
‘Yelena loves you more than us at times,’ Natasha said. ‘We couldn’t have wished for a more perfect third mother to our perfect daughter.’
‘This isn’t always easy, but you make it work.’ Carol told her.
‘There is nothing better than to have you wrapped between us in bed.’ Natasha said.
‘It does help that you share the spot for favourite lay with my wife.’ Carol joked.
‘You are the sweetest person in the world, and we wouldn’t want to spend a day without you.’ All women were crying now, as Natasha spoke these words.
‘What started as a way to spice up our marriage let to so much more.’ Carol said. ‘We found a mother to our child, a loving girlfriend, someone we want to build a future with, a bedpartner, and hopefully-’
Ring!
‘Sorry,’ Wanda said, wiping away a tear from her. ‘I have to take this.’
‘Do you really?’ Asked Natasha, slowly lowering the hand that had been making its way from her coat pocket.
‘I have to.’ Wanda said. ‘Sorry.’
‘We need to go!’ She yelled after ten seconds on the phone. ‘Babies are coming.’