Now or Never

“Okay, so it’s like a historical show but also packed with sexual chemistry and tension? So it’s like a renaissance soap opera?”

“Regency era. And girl, it’s so much more than a soap. Trust me, you just have to experience it.”

“Okay, I believe you. Although, you did steer me wrong with that Witcher show. You want butter on this popcorn? ”

“Yeah. And hey, I stand by that one. ”

“Okay but there’s like multiple people playing the same guy, it’s so confusing.”

“Yeah but who cares when they look that good?”

I make my way into the living room from the kitchen, bowl of popcorn in hand. You’re settled on the couch, legs crossed, trying to set up the show on your console.

You are dressed pretty casually, but even your casual style is something to be admired. You always look so put together, even for a movie night.

We’ve been hanging out… seeing each other… I’m not even sure what to call it, really… for a while now. I decided after my last relationship that I didn’t want to hide away and drown my sorrows in pints of ice cream.

I kind of made a bucket list—a list of all the experiences I want to have while I’m focusing on myself for a while. It sounds silly and childish, but honestly, it’s working.

I’ve already done rock climbing and going to a fetish club, and now… well… I’m not really sure where this is going. But it’s me and you… and sometimes your husband, too.

It was unexpected, but we just… I don’t know, clicked? You were actually my first queer experience, and I knew after our first date that we really had a connection. And then the last time I was here… your husband joined us.

I’d never had a three-way before, and it was… well, it’s definitely an experience I want to have again. I’m just… not sure how to go about it. We haven’t really talked about it since.

Maybe it was just a one-time thing. I hope not.

“This couch is so comfortable, oh my god.”

“Thanks. Be sure to repeat that when my husband gets home - he was convinced no couch was worth this much money.”

“Oh, whatever you paid for this, it was definitely worth it. What time does he come home again?” ”

“In around an hour, I think. ”

“You lean into me, and I sit upright so you can slip your arm around my waist, pulling me into you. ”

“Mmm… you feel so good like this. ”

“Yeah? And what happened to watching this series that I just can’t go on without experiencing, huh? ”

You slip your hands under my shirt, caressing my skin until you reach my bra, running your palms over my breasts. You place a few kisses against my back through my shirt and I squeeze my thighs together.

“Mmmm…”

“It can wait… ”

“So that was a pretense, hm? You totally lured me over here under the pretense of— ”

“Maybe…”

“Oh, I see how it is. ”

I shift off your lap and settle next to you on the couch. You pull me closer and I wrap my arms around your neck.

Your lips are soft against mine, and I can already feel myself melting against you as you slide your hand around the back of my neck.

Your tongue slides into my mouth and you playfully swirl it around, then bite down gently on my bottom lip.

I guide you down onto your back and press my weight on top of you.

Fuck, your body feels so good under mine. So soft… I love running my hands along your curves and slipping them under your blouse. Taking it off and you help me with mine.

You’re not even wearing a bra underneath, and the second my shirt’s off, I can’t resist taking your breasts into my hands. Running my tongue along the sensitive skin.

Your hands trail down my waist and to my jeans, pulling down the zipper.

“Come here…”

You kiss along my jaw and down my neck, caressing my ribs as you reach back to unhook my bra and expose my breasts.

I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my body. But with you… I’m not. It feels… liberating, to be with you. You’ve brought out this side of me where I feel more comfortable in my own skin, more adventurous, too…

I reach down and undo your zipper as you trail your hands over my breasts and give them a soft squeeze.

“Let’s get these off, huh? ”

“Yeah…”

We both pull down our jeans and I fumble to kick them off, falling back onto the couch.

“You’re so clumsy… ”

Suddenly, everything stops, and we’re plunged into darkness.

“What-”

“Oh, shit. Hang on… I’ll see if I can— ”

You get up and check the light switches. None of the lights turn on. You move around, checking the other switches, but nothing works.

“Power cut. It’s probably a fuse blew or something… Hang on. Don’t go anywhere. ”

As you head into the kitchen, I notice through a slight split in the curtains that the city view is completely dark.

“Hey, uh… looks like it’s happening in the other houses too. Can’t see the city lights either. ”

I hear you grab a few things from the kitchen cabinets, and you come back in with a collection of little tea light candles, already flickering with light.

“That’ll explain it. Good thing I have candles. Battery operated, of course. ”

“Very safe.”

“My husband used to be a volunteer firefighter. Believe me, I have been fully briefed on fire safety. ”

“So… it looks like we can’t watch the show at all now. ”

“What a shame.”

I guide you back down on the couch and trail my lips down your neck, between your breasts as I lightly pinch your nipples.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah… keep-keep going… ”

I pinch them again, a little harder this time, before taking one into my mouth, circling my tongue around the hardening nub.

“Mmm, god you feel good.”

Your skin’s so soft and supple, and I palm one of your generous breasts, running my lips down the dip in your belly… Down to your hips as I slip my fingers under the waistband of your underwear.

I usually just let you take the lead since I’m still a little new to this… but this time, I want to be the one to make you feel good first. This newfound confidence in me sends a surge of heat through me, as I slip them down your legs.

“Mmm, someone’s eager.”

“How could I not be? I mean, have you seen you? ”

I drape your legs over my shoulders, kissing my way up your inner thighs.

Getting closer… fuck, even in the faint candlelight I can see you’re already wet.

I dig my fingers into your thighs and tease my tongue along your skin. I love it when you shiver against my touch, and our eyes lock for a moment. Your eyes are dark, desperate for me to lean in just a little closer and…

Mmm, you feel so good against my mouth. I run my tongue along your clit, kissing softly, slowly…

I want to take my time and savor every moment of this with you. I don’t want to rush this. I want to make you feel as good as possible.

You buck your hips up slightly, pushing your pussy a little harder against my lips.

“Mmm… that feels really good.”

“Yeah? You want it faster? ”

“No… no, that’s perfect. I like it slower…just.. Just keep doing that and I’ll guide you… ”

You thread your fingers into my hair, guiding me a little lower so I can run the flat of my tongue along the length of your pussy.

I circle it around your clit, methodical and just the tip, and my fingers tighten around your upper thighs as I pull you closer.

You taste amazing… and I love how responsive you are to my tongue.

I slowly flick the tip of my tongue up and down your clit. Your body shudders under my hands.

Fuck, my clit’s throbbing.

“Ooh, yeah, right there, right there…”

“Yeah? More?”

“Yeah… don’t stop. Just right there, at that spot – Ohh god, yes, like that… ”

Ohh, fuck…

I don’t know how much longer I can go like this without completely letting go and just devouring you.

I love teasing you and building the pleasure up inside you… but an almost primal heat ripples inside me.

Where I want to just plunge my fingers inside you and make you cum right here and now… But not yet… draw it out…

I want to tease you so badly until you’re convulsing against my tongue. Fucking you with my mouth so softly you’re begging me to go harder…but not to because it feels too good to stop.

“Ohh… ohh god, don’t stop…”

“Just let it build… Don’t force it… ”

“Babe! I’m home!”

Shit! I push myself up and grab the nearest bit of my clothes I can find to cover my chest, but you stop me. You straighten up a little, but not out of embarrassment. You look more… amused than anything else.

Sure, we’ve hooked up before a few times, and he does know what we’re doing… And I mean… he’s seen me naked already. Why do I feel so… exposed?

“Oh – uh, hey, honey! We’re in here! ”

You flash me a knowing look and wink at me, and my stomach flutters. It takes everything in me to try to look as relaxed as you look so naturally right now.

I relax back onto my front as he comes into the living room. He’s wearing his work clothes, by the looks of it, and his eyes immediately lock on us.

“Hey. Looks like I didn’t miss out on girl’s night, huh? ”

“You could say that.”

“You’re home early. ”

“Yeah, there wasn’t anything left to do. So, we got sent home early. Good thing too since the power’s gone out. ”

He loosens his tie, not taking his eyes off us. His eyes scan my body, then flick over to you. But then, his gaze settles on me again. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable though… it’s kind of thrilling, actually.

My teeth scrape over my bottom lip as he slides off his tie and unbuttons his shirt.

“Is there room for one more?”

“Only if you want to, of course. ”

“Yeah, only if it’s okay with you.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Of course it is. I… I like the idea of you watching us tonight… What do you think? ”

“Count me in.”

Your smile widens and we watch as he makes himself comfortable and settles into the chair across from the couch.

God, I can’t help my eyes wandering over his body as he begins to unbutton his work shirt… I’m thinking about last time I was here… and the things those hands and that tongue did to me…

I watch as he pops the last button and takes off his shirt and unbuckles his belt. I like the way his gaze wanders over our bodies and darkens, palming the bulge in his jeans. Fuck…

“Like what you see?”

“Oh, sorry, I— I am being totally obvious, aren’t I? Is that— ”

“It’s totally fine. I like it, actually. And you certainly don’t mind, do you, babe? ”

“Not at all. So… why don’t you two pick up where you left off? ”

He slides his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, and begins to stroke his thick cock. It’s already hard and I realise he was hoping for this. He’s been thinking about it since before he even got through the door.

There’s something so… alluring, about how comfortable you both are with all of this. It’s not intimidating and I feel no pressure… it’s just… normal. As if we do this all the time.

You run your fingers into my hair again and I catch your gaze, watching your teeth sink into your bottom lip. Your eyes are dark and lustful. You look so gorgeous like this.

As much as I crave him… to feel his cock inside me again, his hands on me… I want you even more this time. I need to feel you on my tongue again. I want to feel your curves writhing under my hands as you cum in my mouth.

I don’t just want it. I need it. Need you.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Me too. You’re sure you’re okay just watching?”

“Yeah, I really want to. I want to watch you two… enjoy this. ”

I can’t help but grin back at you as heat rushes to my cheeks. Now we’re more settled, yeah, I still feel exposed. But a good kind of exposed. Like we’re putting on a little show for him.

A bold sense of confidence passes through me as I think about how I’m going to please his wife right here in front of him, in his home, on his couch…

I hear him sink back into the chair as he slowly strokes his cock, and I trail my lips back up your inner thighs.

I get closer to where you want me, where I want to be… until I’m back where I started. Buried between your soft, thick thighs with hungrily teasing your pussy with my lips and tongue…

“Ohh god… yes… ”

“Oh, fuck… Yeah, keep doing that. ”

I love the way your fist tightens in my hair, your hips bucking up to my lips. My pussy clenches tighter, and I almost pull away just to beg your husband to fuck me from behind while I fuck you.

But I love that he’s watching, an enthusiastic voyeur. It’s indulgent to know he’s watching. Not being able to touch either of us… hearing his moans, hearing your moans… together.

I flick my tongue faster against your clit, gently parting your lips with my fingers. And I tease my middle finger around your entrance.

“You want my fingers inside you? ”

“Yeah… please…”

“Fuck, yeah… she loves that. ”

“Tell me how much you want it… ”

“So badly… please… ”

“Ohh fuck, yes… ”

Oh my god, you’re so wet. I sink two fingers a little deeper inside you, sliding out to the tips before plunging back in again.

As I tease you, I lift my chin to see him more clearly. His cock is rock hard now and he flexes his hips up, fucking his hand.

God, he looks so good… but I return my focus to you, sinking my fingers deeper inside you as I suck your clit. Curling my fingers up to your g-spot.

Working my tongue harder against your clit, I devour you. I prop myself on my knees, pulling you closer to me by your thighs before diving in again.

I can’t get enough of how you arch against my touch and grab the cushions. Your eyes closed and mouth hanging slightly open as you just let the sensations take hold of you…

“Yeah, right there…. Don’t stop… ”

All the while he strokes his cock… getting off on another woman fucking his wife.

“Like the show?”

“Yeah…”

“Ohh fuck, that feels good… ”

I want to touch myself so badly… But I want to concentrate on you… I want to make you cum first…

I move faster, pumping my fingers to the knuckle. You grip the couch harder, bunching the black corduroy in your fists.

I trail my free hand up your hip, over the dip in your waist, and palm over your breasts, giving it a soft squeeze.

“That’s it…”

Your thighs shake against my head, your body stiffening. You sound fucking amazing…

I work my tongue faster, pumping a little harder, circling your g-spot just the way you like it. You tighten around my fingers…fuck…

“Ohhh…ohh my god, yes… Don’t stop…! ”

“Just let go… cum in my mouth… I want to taste you.”

“Fuck… yeah… cum for us, babe… Cum for her. In her mouth…”

I ease my fingers out of you and slip them into my mouth, tasting every last bit of you. Watching you lie on the couch, flushed and exhausted. God, it does things to me.

I reach down between my legs and pull my thong to the side, finally massaging my clit…

“Ohh shit, that was so hot… She tastes good, doesn’t she?”

Mmhmm…

You shift on the couch and straighten up, sweeping your hair back from your face before you move closer. Kissing your way along my stomach and squeezing my breasts.

“That’s it… touch yourself for us… Babe, I need your cock in my mouth. Now… ”

“Yeah… yeah, come here. Get on your knees. ”

“Ohh yeah. Yeah, suck his cock… I want to watch you. ”

You get up off the couch and head over to him, and he gets one of the cushions from the chair, putting it on the ground for you to kneel on.

You sink to your knees and grip his shaft, running the flat of your tongue up the bottom to the tip.

“Ohhh… Ohh yeah… ”

I settle back on the couch, spreading my legs wide so he can see every bit of me as I rub my clit.

Fuck… Watching the way you wrap your lips around him and take him deep into your mouth… you’re insatiable.

He fists his hand into your hair, gently guiding the pace and our eyes lock.

A ripple of pleasure runs through me as I work my clit a little slower now, savoring the feeling beginning to pulse through my body.

“Ohh my god…keep going… Fuck you’re so sexy… you’re both look so fucking good. ”

I slip two fingers inside me… Ohhh god… rubbing my clit faster as he holds your hair back.

Your head bobs faster on his cock, suctioning and releasing him with a popping sound. You begin stroking him, harder, faster… urging him on, and I keep pace with you as I fuck myself and he watches us both.

“Fuck, yes… Keep going… you look so good. I want to hear you cum… both of you. ”

All the while, his eyes are on me as his fingers dig into the arm of the chair, watching me pump my fingers faster inside me. You’re starting to tease yourself too, your hands moving between your legs as you please him…

“Ohh yeah… don’t stop… Neither of you stop… please…”

I squeeze around my fingers, watching both of you. Imagining this is what you’re like all the time… you in his lap… him on top of you… How fucking desperate you are for each other… for me to get off…

I’m already so close… I don’t think I can last much longer.

“Ohh – oh god, yeah, keeping going – Keep doing that – ”

“Aaarrrgghh fuck! Yes – Ohhh fuck, I’m going to cum –! ”

“Ohh! Oh my god! Yes! Yes! ”

“Yeah right there! Right there! ”

You rock hard against your fingers, your legs beginning to shake as you swallow everything he gives you.

God, I’m a mess. My body’s shuddering with aftershocks and another wave of pleasure builds fast inside me as I watch.

“Oh god, I don’t want to stop. Fuck, keep going… ”

I slump back into the couch, sinking into the cushions. Holy shit.

I catch my breath, and you run your tongue over his dick, cleaning him up. I love the way he’s petting your hair, it’s such a simple gesture but so… sweet.

You straighten up and wipe your mouth, flashing us both that mischievous grin. The one that made me agree to go home with you that first night. And god, I’m glad I did.

“So… how was that? Better than TV, hm? ”

“Definitely.”

You crawl over to me and join me on the couch.

“You know, since it’s getting late. And it seems like the power won’t be coming back anytime soon. You’re more than welcome to stay with us tonight. If you want to, that is. ”

I look down at you as you snuggle up on top of me. You slip your hand into mine and our fingers tangle together. Being with you is just so effortless. Of course I want to stay.

“I’d love to.”