There are days I think I’m in love with her. It’s not the kind of thing I ever say out loud, not even to myself when I’m sober. But it shows up sometimes in flashes. When Shawn (39F) walks out of my bathroom wearing one of my work shirts and nothing else, or when she playfully scolds me (28M) for drinking too much coffee. She even gets bold sometimes and leans in to fix my collar and plants a peck on my cheek before a client meeting.
She’s not “mine” and I have no illusions about that. I know she still sees her technically-still-at-the-moment-husband. Though I also know that some weeks she spends more nights at my apartment now than she does at her own house. Not infrequently she falls asleep with her cheek against my chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I sometimes try not to think about how I’ve probably had her more times in the last three months than her husband has had her all year. We never “talk about it”, not in any direct sense at least.
We do see each other at work almost every day. We’ll travel together and periodically have bone-a-thons on the company dime in different cities. And at least three nights a week when we’re both home, she ends up in my bed. Sometimes four.
Though I will say we don’t text all that much between these encounters. I’ve never once sent her a good morning message. No flirty emojis or “thinking of you”s. This was not the dynamic that we’ve had.
But when I wake up and she’s still here, under my sheets, in nothing but her skin, I could give a shit about any of that.
It’s really remarkable what the human mind can justify and make excuses for when it comes to its own selfish desires.
She was still technically married, though legally separated now. Our first “encounter” that was certainly not the case. Though she had been true to her word that she was in the process of divorcing her husband. At least that’s what it was looking like both on paper and practically.
I’m more infatuated with her than I care to admit. Shawn has an influence over me that’s stronger than most people I’ve ever been with. Maybe it’s because she’s older than me, maybe it’s just because she’s her. I couldn’t tell you.
Tonight she’d come over around eight. She brought wine. We had dinner on the couch and pretended it was just another night.
She asked about my upcoming flights. I asked if her husband still had a key to her place. She didn’t answer.
I didn’t press.
And now she’s here. Naked and grinding against me beneath my blanket, skin flushed, her thighs draped over my hips. Her chest is still rising fast from what we just did with her insides stuffed full of my cum.
As I come down, my hand is traces lazy shapes along her back, and she leans down and kisses my neck before throwing her leg over me to get off. My spawn spewing out of her, though she didn’t seem to care or notice.
“You’re…incredible.” I murmur as she walks to the bathroom.
She gave me a soft smile, leaning over towards me one more time to plant a kiss on my chest before walking to the bathroom.
She came back and crawled back into my bed, reaching across me to lay her head on me as she threw her naked thigh over my leg. She shuffled once to get comfortable.
“You good?” I asked.
“Yeah. Tired now.” she says.
“Of me?”
“Funny,” she said flatly. Then adds, with a smirk I can feel more than see, “But yes. Especially you.”
I grin and slide my hand down her back. Over the curve of her ass. Down the back of her thigh.
“You say that,” I whisper, “but you keep showing up. Sometimes unannounced even.”
“Mmm,” she hums, pressing closer. “You haven’t turned me away yet though.”
I didn’t bother denying it. She was right after all. I kissed the top of her head and let my fingers drift back up the inside of her thigh. She shifts a little, just enough to let me slide between.
“You’re gonna start something here…” she mutters in a warning tone.
“Then stop me.”
She didn’t. She opened her legs for me a little more instead, her breath raspy as my fingers slip in and around her skin that was still slick.
“Your stamina is admirable.” she said with a small smile, not opening her eyes.
“More than you’re used to?” I asked cheekily.
She slowly raised and lowered her shoulders in a shrug, moaning slightly as my fingers explored her folds. “My husband can fuck like a bullet train to be honest. But he can’t go back to back. Never could.”
I stopped abruptly, exhaling slightly.
She finally opened her eyes. “What? Are you jealous?” she asks with the slightest hint of amusement which only annoyed me more.
I hesitated before responding. “No. I wasn’t.”
“You are.” she says, grinning now. “Well don’t be. It’s unattractive.”
“Well you still fuck your husband, Shawn.”
She didn’t flinch. Just sighed through her nose and leans her head on my chest again.
“I do. And honestly you can’t be mad that I bring it up when you make a disparaging comment about him.”
I said nothing, feeling like cuddling was the last thing on my mind now. I
“Jesus, the male ego is a straw fucking house, I swear.” she said exasperatedly, “I’m sorry, you will notice it’s your bed I’m in right now right and not his. You knew what you were getting into with me.”
“I don’t think you’re ever going to actually pick,” I said, pushing my fingers inside her, “between him and me.”
“Pick?!” she said in disbelief, her mouth opening in a silent moan as I went knuckle deep, “I don’t think it’s as dramatic as all that. But no, I probably won’t ‘pick’. You’re welcome…nnnggh…to keep trying to change my mind though.”
Her hips rose to meet me, and she clutched my arm with a soft moan, back arching as her breath stuttered.
And just like that, I’m in it again. Drowning in her. She wrapped her strong legs tighter around me and whispered in my ear:
“I love the way you fuck me…”
Three days passed. She was out of town on a solo business thing. Though the night she got back she asked if we could meet up for a “date.” A drink at a bar she likes almost 40 minutes out of town. Almost certainly to avoid being seen by people we knew.
Though I agreed. I got there early and got up to greet her when she arrived, and was taken aback when I leaned in to hug her and she planted a kiss right on my mouth. She then sat down and ordered a drink from the girl who sat her like it was nothing. One espresso martini in after some small talk about her trip, she leaned across the table and asked completely seriously if I’d ever slept with a sex worker.
I blinked at her, caught mid-sip. “Why madam, you’re very forward.” I said.
She smiled and shrugged. “I had quite a bit of wine before I got here too. I’m feeling bold.”
I answered as vaguely as I could: “I, uh…spent part of sophomore year in Amsterdam.”
She gave me a look like she could see through it, then grinned. “So yes.”
I laughed and tried to pivot the conversation, but she wasn’t letting it go.
“I’ve never had a threesome,” she said casually, like she was talking about a movie she’d never gotten around to watching. “Not even close, actually. Jake and I never even seriously discussed it.”
I didn’t say anything. I just raised my eyebrows slightly and waited. She swirled the drink in her glass, studying it curiously.
“The thing is,” she went on, “I’ve thought about it. More than once. But it’s not the kind of thing I could ever pull off the normal way. Like…a bar, or some dating app? Please. I work in a very male-dominated field. All it would take is one whisper that Shawn-fuck-me-eyes was out trolling for threesomes and I’d never get seriously invited to another pitch meeting.”
I stayed quiet and let her talk.
“So I figured,” she said, setting her glass down with a little finality, “if I ever did want to try it…the smart move would be to hire a professional.”
I tried to laugh it off. “You’re drunk.”
“Of course I’m drunk,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”
She leaned in again. “I’m not into women enough to ever just…be with one alone. That’s not really my speed. But in a threesome?” She shrugged. “I’d play around. Happily.”
I must’ve been looking at her too seriously, because she snorted. “Relax. I’m not about to jump you with a Craigslist ad. I’m just saying…I’ve thought about it. And I’d rather try it with someone I trust. With you.”
There was something about the way she said that last part “with you” that made my chest tighten a little.
She noticed this, and grinned and pressed her advantage.
“What I mean to say is that I’m personally not gay enough to fuck a woman by myself,” she added, smirking into her glass. “But with a buffer? Sure. Why not?”
I blinked. “Are you asking me if want to have a threesome…with you and a ‘professional’?”
She tilted her head, grinning like she was toying with me. “Do you need a whole pitch deck just to agree to fuck two women at the same time?”
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “Maybe just a rough outline and a few bullet points. You’d do that better than most.”
She laughed and took another sip of her martini, clearly enjoying herself now.
But I wasn’t laughing. Because, yes—of course I wanted to. What guy wouldn’t? But this wasn’t some spontaneous hookup or college fantasy. This was Shawn. A woman I saw almost every day and had been sleeping with for months. Who was very clearly going through some kind of mid-life detour and dragging me into the middle of it with her, despite my naive self thinking I could have some sort of future with her.
There was no question that it was exciting. It was also slightly unhinged and hard to believe though. Especially for her.
She’d gone from posh and poised to proposing paid threesomes over martinis on a Wednesday. And while that transition had been gradual, it had been drastic. But it also made it hard to tell if she meant any of it. Was this real? Was it something we’d laugh about later? Was I just the guy she got wild with before returning to a life with structure and safe decisions?
I couldn’t tell and I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask, so ultimately I didn’t.
I didn’t give her an answer that night either. Just changed the subject when the check came.
But the next morning, she texted me:
Saturday night at 7:30 PM. My place. Don’t be late. I’ll handle our girl’s fee.
That was how she referred to the woman for the rest of the week: “our girl.”
She never showed me photos or gave me a name or anything. She just sent a second message on Friday morning:
Our girl needs ID for verification. Can you send me a picture of yours?
I stared at the message for a full minute before replying:
You’re serious about this?
She sent me back a ‘woman shrugging’ emoji, before sending another text that said: I mean yeah. But I’m not going to waste time trying to convince you if you’re not into it.
I pulled out my ID and sent it. I didn’t ask any further questions, but felt my mouth go dry as i went back to work at my computer.
Saturday came. I stood outside Shawn’s townhouse with a six-pack of something cold in my hand and a knot in my stomach.
Her porch light was on. The sky was just beginning to fade to violet. She opened the door before I could knock. She looked absolutely phenomenal. Her makeup was flawless and her blonde hair was pinned half-up in that casually elegant way she always managed to pull off. She wore tight black jeans that hugged her hips, a silky navy top tucked just loosely enough to tease the shape of her waist, and low heels that clicked softly against the hardwood as she stepped back to let me in.
If anyone were watching, she could’ve passed for a woman hosting a wine night with a friend. She was composed, maybe even a little conservative? There was nothing overtly sexual about it. She had on just enough perfume that it caught on the air.
“You’re early,” she said, stepping aside to let me in and closing the door behind me. “She’s already on her way, but she does live a ways from here.”
“You didn’t tell me who you picked,” I said, following her into the kitchen.
Shawn poured two glasses of red and handed me one without looking up. “Her name is Amber.”
“That’s her real name?”
She gave me a look. “Probably not.”
“Is she…I mean, what’s she like?”
Shawn leaned back against the counter and sipped. “She’s lovely,” she said, eyes twinkling like she was keeping a fun little secret. “We went back and forth over text a few times. She was super professional. Polite. Asked good questions but nothing inappropriate. I get the impression she’s done this more than a few times with couples.”
“Is this a Yelp review kind of situation?”
“I did my research,” she said proudly. “You’d be amazed how much etiquette there is. It’s like a whole ecosystem. Forums, best practices. The kind of stuff no one teaches you unless you know where to look.”
She paused to take another sip of wine, clearly enjoying herself now.
“She’s five hundred an hour,” she added casually.
My eyebrows went up. “Jesus.”
“I booked her for two. That’s her standard for couples. Anything less feels rushed, apparently.”
I whistled low. “You really went all in on this.”
She smiled, looking genuinely pleased with herself. “She told me I should hand her an envelope with the cash the second she walks through the door. No mention of what it’s for. Just hand it to her, like it’s nothing. She’ll excuse herself to the bathroom, count it, and when she comes back…she’s all ours.”
I swallowed hard. There was a weird heat blooming in my chest. Nerves, disbelief, but mostly nothing excitement.
“You’ve thought of everything,” I said.
“I read everything,” she corrected. “If I’m gonna do this at least once in my life, I want it done right.”
Before I could respond, the doorbell rang.
Shawn set her glass down and gave me a calm, almost giddy smile. “That’ll be her.”
She walked to the door with a confidence I hadn’t seen in weeks. Her hips swaying, shoulders squared. She opened it and stepped aside.
“Helllllooooo!” I heard Shawn say excited with that kind of “girl kindness” from the entryway.
“Hi! So great to meet you!” Said a slightly higher pitched voice.
Amber walked in with a quiet confidence. She was a brunette than had wavy hair down past her shoulders. She wore an understated long tan coat over what was clearly a form-fitting dress and high heels underneath. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and her lips were painted a dark color that somehow made the rest of her face glow. She was probably mid-twenties. Younger than both of us. Strikingly beautiful. She already had the envelope clutched in her hand when she saw me.
“Hi,” she said warmly, extending a hand. “I’m Amber. It’s so nice to meet you both.”
Shawn took her hand first. “You too. Welcome.” Then, without missing a beat: “This is my husband.”
I stared at her, blinking once. But I caught myself quickly enough to offer a weak smile and a nod. “Hey.”
Amber smiled at me. “Lovely to meet you.”
“Honey,” Shawn said, turning to me sweetly, “would you take her coat?”
I nodded as Amber set the envelope down on the side table next to her, and spun around allowing me to help her slip out of her long coat.
I could see why she wore the coat over that dress. It wasn’t exactly…appropriate. But it wasn’t NOT appropriate either. Amber was incredibly well endowed, her dress making no efforts to hide that fact. With a portion of the upper back missing. The dress went barely to her upper thigh.
I took the coat, trying to keep my eyes off of her body as best I could (even though we paid for it), and folded it over my arm.
Amber thanked me and picked up the envelope off the table without comment, just gave a soft nod and said, “Excuse me one moment, can I use your restroom?”
Shawn pointed at the hallway nearby and said, “On your left.”
Amber thanked her and gave us a warm smile before disappearing into the guest bathroom.
The door clicked shut.
I turned to Shawn. “Husband?”
She smiled and sipped her wine. “What? We look the part.”
“Do we?”
“I think so.”
“And the backstory?”
“Oh, we’ve been together for years,” she said, clearly enjoying this. “Madly in love. Just excited to meet new friends.”
I shook my head and took a long drink.
Amber returned a moment later. She took a few steps into the living room, graceful and composed, before pausing.
“I just want to lay out a couple of things before we go further,” she said gently. “is that okay?”
Shawn and I nodded our heads.
“I want to make sure everyone has fun tonight. And Shawn, my biggest concern here in regard to that is that you are comfortable. So first question—is it okay with you if I touch your husband?”
Shawn nodded. “Yes.”
“Are there any particular boundaries you want to establish? Things you’re not comfortable with? Either between you and me, or between me and him?”
She shook her head, calm but nonchalant. “I think I’m open to seeing where everything goes.”
Amber nodded, satisfied. “Great. Just know that any point you decide you want to stop, we stop. Period. I can assure you with absolute certainty that you won’t hurt my feelings.”
“Appreciated,” Shawn said, handing her a glass of wine. “Wine?”
“Absolutely. Just the one though.” Amber confirmed with a smile. “House rules.”
“Of course.”
We sat. Amber crossed her legs, took a polite sip of wine, and complimented the playlist Shawn had on in the background some soft, ambient jazz mix that made the whole thing feel oddly high-class.
The three of us lingered on the couch, drinks in hand, the music humming low in the background. Conversation floated for another five, maybe ten minutes. It was mostly light, harmless things: favorite restaurants, bad hotel service stories, something about the wine that Amber pretended to analyze like a sommelier (I admired her effort honestly).
She was funny. She was charismatic without being too overbearing or pretentious. She had excellent active listening skills and incredibly polished manners.
I was the only one who wasn’t comfortable after a few minutes, and Amber noticed.
She tilted her head slightly after her last sip, eyeing me with a smile. “You okay? You look nervous.”
I opened my mouth, closed it again, and swallowed hard. “Little bit.”
Amber’s smile widened, but not unkindly. “That’s okay. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” She paused, then added with a smirk, “That’s extra.”
All three of us laughed, really laughed. Which broke something open in the room like some thin invisible tension that had been sitting between us evaporated slightly.
Amber set her empty glass on the coffee table and leaned forward just slightly. “Totally normal. Your wife told me the first time with someone new? In this kind of setting? Trust me, it happens all the time. But for what it’s worth…” She glanced between us. “You have the coolest wife in the world.”
Shawn raised her glass with a playful, faux-toasting expression. “Obviously.”
Amber looked back at me. “If it helps,” she said gently, “I always suggest starting with something familiar. It resets your body. Calms your nerves.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You should kiss your wife,” she said, her tone smooth, but sincere. “Let me watch for a bit. Then we’ll see where it goes.”
I turned to Shawn, who was already smiling, her eyes half-lidded from the wine she’d been drinking since before either of our arrivals. She leaned into me, one hand sliding behind my neck, the other bracing against my thigh as she pulled me into a kiss.
It was warm and firm, and she tasted like wine. Her lips were plump and soft, and moved across mine like she was trying to get as much out of me as she could.
I kissed her back, aware of Amber’s eyes on us, and felt my pulse start to slow, even as the heat in my stomach flared. This continued for another minute or so, Shawn’s hands on my neck and thigh, respectively.
When we broke apart, I noticed Amber had moved.
She was sitting next to Shawn now. She was close, but not invasive. And she reached out with a hand, fingers brushing the bare skin of Shawn’s upper arm where her sleeve had slipped. She trailed gently down to her elbow, then up toward her shoulder, and paused.
“Is this okay?” she asked softly.
Shawn nodded, her expression unreadable, but her body completely still.
Amber’s hand shifted higher, fingertips drifting along the curve of Shawn’s collarbone, then over the swell of her chest, over her blouse, moving slow and exploratory. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Shawn’s cheek, then hesitated at the corner of her mouth.
Shawn met her there.
Their kiss started tentative, more curiosity than anything, but it deepened quickly. I watched as Shawn’s hand reached out to rest on Amber’s hip, while Amber’s fingers slipped behind her neck and pulled her in closer. I saw Shawn’s tongue slide across Amber’s lips as she gave a soft moan.
It was surreal to watch.
Two women, one I’d been sleeping with for months, the other a stranger, tangled on the couch next to me, their bodies slowly learning each other’s rhythm. They began pawing at each other, their hands sliding unconsciously over each other’s clothed bodies.
There was a wet sound when they finally broke apart, Amber was smiling. “You’re so beautiful,” she said to Shawn, looking her in the eye as she tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Then, with a quiet laugh, “And you’re an amazing kisser.”
To my amazement, this made Shawn blush furiously, muttering an almost unintelligible “Thank you…” as she was trying not to smile. This was very un-Shawn-ish.
Amber turned her gaze toward me, cheeks flushed, dark lipstick slightly smeared. “You have a really sexy wife.”
Amber chuckled again, then leaned in to kiss Shawn once more. She was slower this time. Much less exploratory and more confident now.
And I just sat there, watching, feeling like I was slowly being pulled into orbit.
The two of them kept kissing, with small gasps and shifting angles, their hands starting to roam in slow, curious patterns. I watched as Shawn’s fingers found Amber’s waist, then slid around to her back, clutching gently at the fabric of her dress like she wasn’t entirely sure whether to hold on or pull her closer.
Amber reached up and slid her hand down Shawn’s shoulder, then kissed her again, and Shawn responded by drifting her hand up Amber’s side, just under her arm, fingers grazing the side of her breast. Still over her dress.
They continued to kiss like they were alone. Like I wasn’t even there.
Which is why I nearly jumped when Shawn broke away from Amber’s mouth, turned halfway toward me, and said with a wicked little grin, “I think he might be getting a little jealous.”
Then she planted a soft kiss on Amber’s cheek, reached behind her without even looking, and fisted a handful of my shirt.
“Come here,” Shawn murmured, pulling me forward.
I let her guide me, and suddenly Amber’s face was right in front of mine. She looked at me with that same poised, unreadable expression she’d had when she first walked in, but there was an inviting warmth behind her eyes now. Her lipstick was slightly smudged. Her breathing was just a little uneven.
And when I kissed her, finally, it nearly knocked the wind out of me.
She kissed like it was a drug. Like silk and fire all rolled into one. Her lips were warm and soft, moving with a rhythm that made it impossible to think. She tasted faintly like red wine and something floral I couldn’t place.
I’d kissed beautiful women before. I’d kissed women who knew what they were doing. But this was different. This felt like witchcraft. It was like every little movement pulled me further into her warm mouth. I felt a soft tongue swirl across mine.
I didn’t even realize how tightly I was gripping her hip until she exhaled softly into my mouth and leaned in a little harder.
Between us on the couch, Shawn leaned back to make room, draping one arm behind Amber’s shoulders and the other along my thigh. Shawn’s hand didn’t stay still. She started to caress me through my jeans, while her other hand drifted along Amber’s side again until it started to roam around her chest.
She was touching both of us now. Feeding on the tension like she’d been waiting her whole life for it.
When Amber finally broke the kiss with me, she didn’t pull away far. She turned to Shawn, slid one hand behind her neck, and kissed her again. With a kind of teasing warmth that made it clear she wasn’t done giving.
Then Amber gently reached down and tugged at the hem of Shawn’s blouse.
Their kiss broke for just a moment.
“Can I take this off?” Amber whispered to Shawn.
Shawn hesitated with anticipation for a moment. I saw her chest rising faster, saw her fingers grip Amber’s thigh, and for the first time all night, she looked genuinely a little nervous now.
But she nodded, barely.
Amber moved slowly pulling the blouse up over Shawn’s head and easing it off her arms.
Shawn was wearing a lacy black bra underneath that was just sheer enough to reveal the faintest suggestion of what was beneath.
And for the first time in weeks, Shawn didn’t have a single clever thing to say. She just sat there, the pads of Amber’s fingers brushing lightly along her chest.
“Should we go to our bedroom?”
Amber looked at her, then at me, and nodded. “Yeah,” she said gently. “Let’s. Wherever you guys want.”
Shawn leaned in and pecked me once. When she pulled away, Amber leaned in and kissed me too. Her lips softer, but with a firm confidence that made it clear who was really in charge.
Without another word, both girls each grabbed one of my hands. And together, they led me down the hallway.
The bedroom was already dimly lit. There was a single bedside lamp casting golden shadows across the bed. The sheets were neatly made. Of course they were. Shawn always made her bed.
Amber let go of my hand first, stepping into the center of the room and reaching behind her back. Her fingers moved with practiced ease as she unclasped the hidden closure of her dress, and in one fluid motion, it slipped off her shoulders and fell in a soft circle around her feet.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her tits were huge, with large nipples that covered most of them and a small indistinguishable black tattoo in a shape I was unfamiliar with right between them on her sternum.
Shawn raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, clearly impressed. “Oh my god…” she muttered more to herself than to either of us.
Amber caught the look and smirked. “Oh yeah,” she said, running a hand lightly down her ribs before cupping the bottom of them with her own hands and giving them a little shake. “They’re fake.”
Shawn stepped a little closer, her voice low. “They look incredible. Super natural looking.”
“They better,” Amber replied with a wink. “They cost more than my car.”
Amber turned back to me and walked forward slowly, her underwear bottoms all she had on now. Her voice dropped a little as she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. As I returned her kiss, she murmured against my mouth, “Get your wife naked for me.”
I looked at Shawn. She was already watching me, biting her lip unconsciously, arms at her sides like she was offering herself up.
I stepped toward her and gently took the waistband of her pants, unfastening the button, easing them down her legs. She stepped out of them wordlessly.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Just a small bush right above the warm slit between her legs that I’d enjoyed so many times.
I ran my hands up her thighs, over her hips, and slid them under the band of her lacy black bra, slowly working it up and over her arms.Her body was stunning in the low light. Soft in places, strong and fit in others.
Now Shawn was naked. Amber stood beside her in just a pair of sleek black panties. I was still fully clothed.
And they were both looking at me like I was next.
Without speaking, they turned toward each other again and began to make out. Bodies pressed together and curves aligning. I stood there watching their hands explore each other’s sides, backs, hair.
Then, still kissing, they both reached out—Amber for the hem of my shirt, Shawn for the back of the collar—and pulled together.
The fabric peeled over my head in one smooth motion. My skin prickled from the cold air and their touch.
They pushed me gently toward the bed. 4 different hands, just enough to guide me onto my back. I let them without any resistance.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, shirtless and heart pounding.
Amber climbed onto the bed and knelt first, fingers going to my belt, undoing it slowly. Then she unhooked the button and slid the zipper down. Her black fingernails brushed my stomach as she did this. Shawn knelt beside her, just watching.
They each took a pant leg, fingers curling around the fabric, and pulled until I was left in just my underwear.
I was rock hard against my briefs. There was no hiding it as my arousal pressed flush against the fabric. Slightly painful making the elastic really work to keep me contained.
Amber didn’t even pretend not to notice. In fact she smiled faintly when she saw my erection through my underwear, then reached out to run her pointer finger across the bulge as she glanced up at both of us. Her voice softened, professional but warm. “Just so we’re clear: I don’t require protection for anything oral. But condoms are non-negotiable for penetration. Understood?”
Shawn nodded immediately. “Of course.”
I swallowed and nodded too. “Yeah, absolutely.”
Amber looked down at us both, her sitting up on her knees on the bed. One of her hands reaching up to almost unconsciously touch Shawn’s breast. Both girls’ nipples rock hard to the cold air. Shawn ran her thumb along one of Shawn’s slowly as Shawn shuddered. “Good,” Amber said, almost like she was proud of us.
Then she leaned over and kissed Shawn again while her fingers brushed across my thigh.
And I laid back, breath caught in my throat, wondering how the hell tonight had turned into this so quickly.
Amber pulled back from kissing Shawn and glanced down at me, her finger still trailing across my bulge.
Her eyes sparkled with that same calm confidence she’d carried since the moment she walked through the door. I saw her fingertips slip beneath the elastic on my waist and pull down with both hands, causing my arousal to flop up and stand upwards at an odd angle. Amber giggled slightly as she pulled my underwear down my legs and threw them over her shoulder.
She turned to Shawn, who was still seated on the edge of the bed beside me, who was completely bare and flushed, breathing through her nose like she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to act right now.
Amber’s voice was soft when she spoke, looking up at Shawn. “I’m going to suck your husband’s cock now. Okay?”
Shawn didn’t say anything at first. Her fingers gripped the edge of the duvet, knuckles pale. But she nodded.
Amber smiled. Not in any way that was smug or cruel, just with a calm satisfaction.
She leaned down toward me, gigantic tits sliding across my bare stomach as she slid down my body. One knee sliding in between my legs, her wavy hair falling in a curtain around her face as she lowered herself towards my crotch. Her hands moved to my thighs and she looked up at me once as she settled between them and gave me a warm smile as her eyes sparkled. That look alone nearly unraveled me.
I glanced at Shawn. She was watching, wide-eyed, lips parted slightly. I couldn’t tell if she was turned on or stunned or both. She didn’t move to touch me. Though she didn’t make any effort stop Amber either.
Amber dipped lower.
My head fell back against the mattress, eyes slipping shut, breath catching in my throat. I felt the heat of her breath before anything else, and then everything was engulfed with warmth as I felt her soft lips finally wrap themselves firmly around me. My whole body stiffened with it, hands digging into the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me anchored.
I felt her lips slide down slowly to the base of shaft. What was unmistakably her tongue swirled around inside her mouth like an eel, trying to lick every square inch of it as I felt my tip hit the back of her throat. She gave what sounded like a half gag, before, she began to masterfully and rhythmically move her head up and down, moaning loudly allowing me to feel every little micro-vibration.
“Mmmmm—mmmm—mmm—mmhmm—mmmm—gawk—mmmm—fuck…” was all that could be heard.
Shawn was staring open-mouthed. Not like she was shocked, but more like she had just forgotten to keep it closed. Just fucking mesmerized. She reached for my hand at some point, I couldn’t tell you when. I held it as Amber continued to swallow me relentlessly over and over.
Shawn didn’t say a word. She just took her other hand and gently ran two fingers down the length of Amber’s bare back as Amber’s face bobbed up and down over my crotch.
Shawn’s eyes were glazed with something far more vulnerable than I was used to seeing in her. But it was hard to keep my mind on anything than the warmth of Amber’s mouth as her big tits rested on my thighs.
Amber didn’t rush or show off. She just…knew exactly what she was doing. Every second felt drawn out on purpose. Like she wanted both of us to sit in the weight and the tension and what was happening.
Amber changed technique and brought her hand up to the base of my shaft and began to jerk and twist it. Pushing my cock even further down her throat with more ease than probably any woman I’ve ever been with.
“Gawk—gawk—gawk—gawk—gawk—nnnngh—mmmm—gawk—gawk”
I tried to brace for it. Focus. Breathe you idiot. Think about something gross. Last longer you pussy.
But it was a losing battle.
The tension had been building from the second she walked through the door. Between the wine, the nerves, the weight of Shawn watching from beside me, her hand still in mine, Amber’s mouth pushed me over the edge before I had a chance to regroup.
I let out a sharp, involuntary breath and clutched at the sheets, the sensation crashing over me as a tidal wave of endorphins flooded through my temples.
Shawn’s grip on my hand tightened as she knew what was happening, and I heard Amber let out a small sweak, Mmmph!
Amber slowed her pace as her hand worked furiously at the base of my cock as I felt an enormous load of warm cum fill her mouth. She lingered for a moment, me feeling her breath coming out of her nose onto the base of my shaft. Then she gently and very pulled back up my shaft, her lips curving into a knowing, almost maternal smile before she’d even taken me out of her mouth. She looked up at me as her mouth came off me, then made a point as she turned to Shawn to look right at her and swallow all of it in one go. Exhaling loudly and smiling, almost a small laugh.
I stared up at both of them. I couldn’t believe I had busted so fast. All that build up had thrown me faster than I had ever anticipated. She had taken me and made me her bitch in less than probably 4 minutes. I was not prepared for someone who had a blowjob black belt. “Fuck me…” I muttered to myself.
“It’s okay,” Amber said softly to me, putting her hand on my chest. Then leaning up to put her palm gently on Shawn’s face. “Give him a little bit. He’ll be ready again soon.” She leaned in towards Shawn, conspiratorially. “Don’t worry, the only thing I charge by is the hour.”
That made Shawn laugh, and it broke some of the tension that still hung in the air.
“I told you she was lovely,” Shawn said after a few moments, looking more relaxed now. Shooting me a wink as Amber slid closer to her.
“I do try,” Amber murmured, repositioning herself to be right between us. “You’re a lucky girl though,” Amber said earnestly to Shawn, “Your husband’s cum actually tastes good. He must be healthy.”
Then she turned her full attention to Shawn…
Edit – Chapter 2 is already posted and live here. Go check it out if you’re interested!
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