Justin walked into the bedroom, seeing the bathroom door slightly ajar.  He opened the door to the bathroom. “Go on in.  Looks like they got my directions.”

“Directions?” Mikayla wondered. 

“I have a hot bath waiting for you,” Justin smiled. 

“Justin, so thoughtful…”

Mikayla walked into the bathroom, suddenly seeing JC in the giant tub. “Oh, it’s plenty hot, I can tell.”

“About to get hotter, that’s for sure,” JC smirked. “I brought clothes for you from my place. Not that you’ll need them until we leave.”

“I gave him a couple of my things last night so I wouldn’t need a bag. Are you getting in or not? It’s gonna be awkward with me and C naked in a tub without you…”

“You like it,” JC teased. 

“I’ll get in. I told you to warn me when this was happening, though…”

“That wouldn’t be fun. You really thought he was just joining us for dinner?”

“I don’t know… It’s a lot to take in.”

“Yeah it is,” JC chuckled, looking at Justin. “Between the two of us…”

“I knew it was gonna happen eventually, but now that it’s happening…  I’m nervous.”

“About what?” JC wondered. 

“I know it was fine last time, things have been ok leading up to this, but I dunno.  I worry things have changed.”

“You had all of these worries last time, Kay.  Everything was fine.”

“But now there’s two of you. I’m breastfeeding, things are different than before.”

“We’ll figure out this new normal, like we have whenever something needed to change.  For now, just soak in the tub with us and unwind a bit.”

Mikayla turned so Justin could unzip the dress, Mikayla going to peel it off herself. 

“Stop. J, take it off her. I wanna watch, like I’m a fly on the wall as it  were,” JC said.

Justin wasn’t about to argue, pulling the shoulders of her dress down. He carefully pulled one sleeve off before the other, turning her to face him. He bit his lip at realizing she hadn’t worn a bra, seeing her breasts full and bouncing lightly at being released from the dress.

“You knew SOMETHING was going to happen tonight,” Justin smiled. 

“A dress like this calls for some fun,” she grinned.  “I just didn’t know it would be THIS much fun.”

JC watched as Justin gently palmed her breasts, squeezing lightly and brushing against her nipples. He could barely contain his groan, especially as Mikayla did nothing to hide hers.

He pushed the dress off her hips, grabbing her ass as he looked at her hungrily.

“It’s a shame,” Mikayla sighed. 

“What?”

“You look like you’re about to eat me alive, but I know you also want this to be gentle.”

“Get in the tub, we’ll see where the night takes us,” Justin said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties. 

Mikayla did as she was told, Justin following her into the tub.  She expected things to start right away, but she just sat there, waiting, neither of them doing anything.

“You ok?” JC asked.

“I figured you’d be all over me by now,” Mikayla chuckled.

“We actually wanted to let you relax.  If you want more than that, we don’t mind,” Justin chuckled, “but that isn’t the goal.  We knew this would be a surprise and I wondered if you’d be nervous again, so we built in a little build up for you.  Nothing planned, just things to help you relax and get out of your head a bit.”

She sank down more into the tub, letting herself relax a bit, feeling their eyes on her.  “I can’t exactly relax with you two looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re waiting for me to signal to be all over me. Wait, is that why my mom is watching the twins tonight?” Mikayla gasped.

“She doesn’t know what we’re doing, well, she doesn’t know JC is here…  She knows I took you out for dinner and that we're spending some alone time together.  Jackie had another date, so she was unavailable.”

“That seems to be going well, two weekends in a row,” JC stated.

“You don’t think they’re…” Justin started.

“No.  If you thought MY family was strict with religious stuff… You should meet HIS family.”

“Didn't you tell me they were living together and having sex before they got married?” Justin asked.

“Yeah.  He still lives at home though, so I’m sure that's not happening.  Can we not talk about that?  I’m happy for her if things are working out, but I really don’t need to be more involved in someone else’s sex life.  Mine is hectic enough,” she laughed.

“What can we do that would help you relax?” Justin asked. " You might have missed something in the main part of the room earlier, maybe that might help.  Only if being in the bath won’t help.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a massage…”

“I know just the thing,” Justin said softly.  He looked at JC, motioning for them to get out of the tub.  Mikayla couldn’t help but feel turned on, watching the water drip down their bodies, realizing just how ready they were for something to happen.  They each dried off, wrapping a towel around their waists, Mikayla a little disappointed somehow.

“We’ll be in the other room.  If you want to soak, stay in the tub.  We’ll be waiting out in the living area if you want that massage.”

Mikayla sat in the tub for a moment, trying to figure out what all she wanted.  She’d figured it would be more of the usual.  They’d been given the ok but nothing had happened yet.  Now it was right in front of her, and she wanted it, but was somehow afraid to start it.  They both knew her body inside and out, and that had been after the twins, but she couldn’t help but be nervous again.  

She got out of the tub, letting it drain, and dried herself off.  She wrapped the plush towel around her waist, walking into the living area of the suite.  In all of the curiosity of what was happening, and someone else being there; she had missed that it had a full kitchen, a plush seating area, and a black grand piano by the windows.  

“What were you thinking as far as the massage?” Mikayla wondered.

“Well, we have this blindfold.  You’ll put it on and one of us will help you lie down on the couch and give you a massage.  The other will play piano, hopefully helping you relax a bit more.  Hopefully you won’t know who is who, but that’s not really the goal.  We just want you to relax,” Justin said.

“Before you both have your way with me,” she giggled.

“Not the terms I’d use, but sure,” JC chuckled. “You’re in charge of all of this, kay.  Always have been, always will be.  Sure, we might be a bit more take charge and dominant at times, but all within the parameters of that being what you want.”

Mikayla walked over to the couch, having a built in longer lounge style seat on one end.  She slipped the blindfold on, waiting for one of them to help her lie down.  She was soon lying on her stomach, hearing the piano begin softly.  Knowing them, they both had played around with classical and jazz pieces leading up to this moment so she wouldn’t know who was playing for her.  

She felt one of them straddle her body, pressing into her shoulders, the pressure just right as she began to melt into the couch.  From the shoulders he went down her arms before moving to the center of her back.  

She groaned at how good it felt, how much more relaxed she was becoming. She then groaned at feeling him shift, his firmness pressing against her. 

“Do I get a happy ending?” she joked, neither of them answering her to give away who was where. The answer was obvious, so they didn’t need to reply. 

He moved down her body, now sitting on her calves, gently tugging at the towel. Mikayla helped pull it free, feeling herself suddenly exposed. It was the sexiest she had felt since having Silas, being so exposed and could finally lead to something more.

The hands worked down her back, stopping just before her ass, then going down to her legs. She began to quake, wanting to be touched more intimately. He smiled at her reaction, biting his lip to stay silent. He got up off the couch, the piano stopped playing. She heard footsteps, knowing both of them were beside her.

They gently turned her, chuckling softly as they saw her, nipples firm, her mouth slightly open. She felt soft thuds beside her as they dropped to their knees to be closer to her.

“I want to see you,” she said, moving her arm to pull off the blindfold. A hand grabbed hers, putting it back at her side. They stayed silent, one kissing her softly on the lips. 

She thought she could tell between them, but at that moment she had no idea whose tongue was pressing past her lips.  She felt hands around her breasts, not even sure they belonged to the man exploring her mouth.  She felt a tongue lightly trailing over her nipples, her back arching for more. The combination of sensations told her both men were giving her breasts attention, gently squeezing as the other licked over her skin.

Then she felt fingers pressing between her legs, everything so intense she practically came at the first contact. Her groan was loud, her body aching for more. 

“Please,” she begged. She heard a muffled voice hum in disapproval. This was going to be tortuous; two men taking their time with her in every possible way.

Each wave that washed over her was stronger than the one before, writhing in need of more.  

“Please.  This is torture. I need more, now that I can have it.”

She felt them move away from her body, a familiar yet unknown sound hitting her ears. Like a crinkling of something. She raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“As much as we loved you pregnant, we’re not in any hurry to get you pregnant again,” Justin chuckled. 

“Speak for yourself,” JC tried to whisper, Mikayla’s face giving away that she’d heard him. “Ok, clearly we have something to discuss later…”

“At the risk of sounding impatient and insensitive, can one of you just get inside me already?!”

“We’ve got a sassy one here,” Justin chuckled. “Keep the blindfold on and we’ll reward you.”

“I’ve been a good girl?”

“The best; an amazing mom to our kids, beautiful inside and out, don’t even get us started on the sex…”

“Someone should or I’ll do it myself,” Mikayla grunted in frustration. 

She suddenly felt herself being lifted by one of them, carried into the bedroom and laid down gently.  He leaned over her, kissing her lips, her cheek, her neck, nibbling on her ear.

She opened her body, feeling the sweet relief of connecting in no other way imaginable. She wasn’t sure which of them it was just yet, but it was almost overpowering to feel that connection. It was slow but intense, his lips on hers in kisses full of need but gentle passion.  It made all her fears about this moment melt away, feeling so care for, so wanted and desired, that nothing had changed.  She was curious who she was sharing this moment with.  

One the one hand, she wished it was JC, since he never got a moment like this since their first time 10 years earlier.  It seemed like yesterday and a lifetime ago.  That they could share this moment, something so special, at least in her mind, would be incredible.  She’d also just had Justin’s son, so maybe having him be her first again would keep that trend.  He was her husband, did that overrule anything else?  Would that change after the symbolic wedding in June?

She didn't have much more time to think things over, as his movements over and within her were bringing her to an aching peak.  Each movement felt more intense, his lips capturing hers as they fell over the edge together.  It left her breathless in a way that surprised her.  It hadn’t been fast and rough, but slow and sensual.  To feel how she did, was only possible with either of these two men, she was sure of it.

“Do I get to know who that was?” Mikayla asked.  

She felt him pull out and off of her, feeling him get off the bed.

“Does it matter which of us it was?” Justin asked.

“I guess not, but I’m curious, you know that.”

“We kinda like you not knowing.  Means we aren’t as predictable with how we do things,” JC replied

“I don’t know I’d ever say either of you were predictable, not when it comes to sex…”

“I dunno, I feel like there’s a certain order to it.  Knowing just what you like and how to get you properly satisfied.”

“Am I just getting one of you tonight?” Mikayla laughed.  "Was that the plan, make me think I get both of you but only get one?”

“You’ll get both of us, just wanted to make sure you had a little breather in between.”

“I’m ready for more, if that’s what you’re meaning.”

The men looked at each other.  “That’s our girl,” they said in unison.

She felt the bed shift again, his weight over her in a way she didn't know she needed.  Having just made love to one man was incredible, but just feeling him against her made her need him like the air she breathed.  She felt an urge to make this a little different than the last.

She grabbed tightly to him, doing her best to roll him onto his back, which he eventually did as she persisted to move him.  She kissed him gently but firmly, her tongue dancing with his and her hands felt his arms, hoping for something to distinguish who she was with.  She snaked her hand down to his heat, feeling him ready to go, condom already on.

She took him in, groaning at how good it felt.  She could swear he groaned, but quiet enough that she couldn’t tell.  She kept their bodies close, at least to start, before moving to be above him, give him a better view of her body.  She hoped this would give her some kind of signal, he’d say something that she could recognize his voice.  She was only met with quiet moans and groans through what she could guess were closed lips or clenched teeth in an attempt to not give his identity away.  

She wondered what it meant that she couldn’t distinguish one from the other, but soon didn't care as his hands caressed her breasts as she moved against him.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it,” she breathed, getting a hum of agreement.

She felt one of his hands press against her, rubbing her slowly as she continued her movements against him.  She felt him swell as she tightened around him, feeling him pull her down to kiss as they finished.  Even their breathing sounded the same, leaving her just as confused but also turned on that either man could make her feel this way.

She felt the blindfold being pulled off of her, finally seeing the goofy smile of the man under her.  As surprised as she was to see his face, it also made sense that he made her feel that way.