I’d been chatting with Jake online for three months before I discovered he lived twenty minutes away. I drove past his house for work. We’d shared fantasies in explicit detail, traded photos that made me blush even as I took them, talked about things I’d never admitted to anyone, even my husband Tom. Dark fantasies, exhibitionist desires, the appeal of watching and being watched. I couldn’t believe he lived so close.
Then he told me about Mai, his wife. How she was bisexual and curious. How they’d explored swinging together and loved it. How they were looking for the right couple to play with.
The idea formed slowly, like a dare I was giving myself. What if I made it happen? What if I surprised my husband Tom with the wildest night of his life?
It took me two weeks to work up the courage to suggest it to Jake, even though he was clearly up for it. We agreed on a dinner party at mine, a chance to see if the chemistry was real before anything happened.
I told Tom we had new friends coming over. I didn’t tell him the real plan and only said I’d met them through an online community, which was technically true.
“What kind of community?” he’d asked, although he was distracted watching the TV.
“Just a social thing. You’ll like them, I promise.”
He’d shrugged, trusting me completely. God, I loved him for that trust. And I was about to test it in ways he couldn’t imagine.
The day finally arrived. I’d spent the afternoon cooking, my mind wandering to the photos Jake had sent me the night before. His cock, thick and hard, his hand wrapped around it telling me he was thinking about tonight. Mai had sent a video of her touching herself this morning, her fingers working her clit whilst she moaned Jake’s name. I’d watched it three times, my own hand between my legs, imagining what tonight might bring.
The doorbell rang at seven exactly. I checked myself in the hall mirror one last time. The low-cut black dress clung to my slim frame like a second skin. I’d shaved everywhere, just in case. If Tom had been paying attention or had any notion of what women did before a night of potential sex, he would have known what was happening. Luckily observation was not one of Tom’s many skills.
My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest as I opened the door and there he was. Jake. Taller than I’d expected from the photos, maybe six-two, with dark hair greying at the temples and these intense green eyes that locked onto mine. He was gorgeous not classically handsome but magnetic.
“Katie,” he said, and hearing him say my name in person after months of voice messages made my knees weak. “You’re even more beautiful than your photos.”
Mai stepped forward from behind him. She was petite, maybe five-three, with long black hair that fell past her shoulders and these dark almond eyes that sparkled with mischief. She wore a red dress that hugged every curve. Her physique looked a lot like my own, actually. Jake clearly had a type.
“Finally,” Mai said, and she hugged me like we were old friends. Her perfume was intoxicating, jasmine and something darker. She whispered in my ear, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”
“Me too,” I whispered back, and I meant it with every fibre of my being.
Tom appeared in the hallway, tea towel over his shoulder, looking relaxed and handsome in the dark jeans and grey shirt I’d suggested he wear. I couldn’t trust him to dress himself. Style was also not one of his talents. “You must be Jake and Mai,” he said, extending his hand.
Jake shook it firmly, assessing my husband with those green eyes. I wondered what he saw. Tom was fit, kept in shape from the gym, had that boy-next-door charm that had made me fall for him in the first place. His sandy hair was slightly messy, and he had no idea that the man shaking his hand had seen photos of his wife’s body in explicit detail.
“Tom,” Jake said warmly. “Katie’s told us so much about you.”
Mai hugged Tom too, and I saw my husband’s eyes widen slightly as her body pressed against his. It was an overtly familiar hug. I was sure Tom could feel every curve of her body, maybe even feel the fluttering of her heart in her chest. When she pulled back, her hand lingered on his chest for just a moment longer than necessary. Damn, she was good.
“You have a lovely home,” Mai said, looking around but somehow making it sound like she was complimenting his body.
We moved to the dining room. I’d set the table with candles, dimmed the lights, created an atmosphere that was intimate without being obviously seductive. Wine was poured, a nice Shiraz that Jake had brought. We settled into our seats, I was facing Mia over the table, she was sat next to tom and Jake was sat next to me.
We started with normal dinner party conversation. Jobs, the weather, how we met our respective spouses. Tom told the story of our first date, how I’d spilled wine on my dress and he’d given me his jacket. Jake told how he and Mai had met at university, been friends for years before finally admitting they were attracted to each other.
But underneath the normal conversation, something else was happening. Mai’s foot found mine under the table during the starter, her toes stroking up my ankle. I nearly choked on my wine. She smiled innocently, continuing her conversation with Tom about his work whilst her foot climbed higher up my calf. I was liking Mai more and more. This girl had style.
Jake was watching me, a slight smirk on his face. He knew what Mai was doing. “So Katie,” Jake said, his voice casual as I served the main course, “how long have you been interested in… adventurous activities?”
Tom looked up, confused. “Adventurous activities?”
“You know,” Mai chimed in, her hand resting on Tom’s forearm, “trying new things. Pushing boundaries. That’s how Katie got to know us.”
The penny still hadn’t dropped for Tom. “Oh, she got me to try rock climbing last year. That was pretty adventurous for us.”
Jake laughed, a genuine warm sound. “That’s one kind of adventure.”
I caught Jake’s eye and something electric passed between us. All those messages, all those fantasies we’d shared, they were sitting here at my dining room table with us. Mai’s foot had reached my thigh now, pushing my dress up slowly.
“I think Katie might be interested in other kinds of adventures too,” Mai said, her voice dropping lower, huskier. “Aren’t you, Katie?”
Tom drained his wine glass. “You’re full of surprises, Katie,” he said, still not quite getting where this was going.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, smirking, enjoying toying with him.
“No,” he said. “It’s really fucking not.” He grinned. I knew he was going to love this. He liked me pushing boundaries, making him do new things. Before me, the poor man had barely done anything more than missionary. Over time I had significantly added to his skills.
I nearly cracked and told him what this evening was really about but I wasn’t ready yet. I had a plan, something I’d been thinking about all day. “Let me get dessert first,” I said, standing on shaky legs.
“Dessert?” Jake asked, clearly hoping that the time had come for something other than food.
“Dessert,” I confirmed.
In the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, my heart racing. This was it. The point of no return. I could bring out the pavlova I’d made and we could have a lovely meal. Or I could do what I really wanted.
I pulled my dress over my head, folded it neatly on the counter. My bra followed. Then I hesitated for just a moment before sliding my knickers down my legs. I caught sight of myself in the reflection of the kitchen window. Flushed cheeks, hard nipples, the slight tremble in my hands. I was pleased with how I looked. It had taken me a long time to feel comfortable in my body, thinking my breasts were too small, my stomach not flat enough. But truly one of Tom’s best skills was how he made me feel about myself.
Fuck it, I was ready.
I walked back into the dining room naked.
The conversation stopped dead. Tom’s wine glass froze halfway to his mouth. Jake’s eyes went wide, then hungry. Mai’s lips parted in a smile that was pure satisfaction.
“Katie…” Tom started.
I didn’t let him finish. I climbed onto the table, carefully avoiding plates and glasses, and lay back. The wood was cool against my skin, making my nipples harder. I looked at the three of them, at their stunned, aroused faces.
“Dessert is served,” I said. “Devour me.”
For a heartbeat, nobody moved. The candles flickered. I could hear my own breathing, fast and shallow. Then Mai stood. She didn’t say anything, just moved around the table with this feline grace, her eyes locked on my body. When she reached me, her hand touched my ankle, feather-light, and I gasped.
“You’re even more beautiful in person,” Mai said, her hand sliding up my calf, my thigh. “I’ve been imagining this.”
Jake was on his feet now too, moving to the other side of the table. His hand found my other leg, matching Mai’s movements. Two sets of hands exploring me whilst my husband watched.
“Katie,” Tom said again, and this time his voice was rough with desire and maybe a hint of disbelief. “What the fuck…”
“Please,” I said, looking directly at him. “I want this. I want you. All of you.”
He looked at Mai, really looked at her this time, letting his gaze travel down her body in a way he’d been too polite to before. Then at Jake, assessing, calculating. When his eyes returned to me, he smiled,
He stood slowly, like he was in a dream. Moved to the head of the table where my head lay. His hand touched my face, tender despite everything.
“You’re insane,” he muttered.
“I know. Do you love me?”
“So fucking much.”
“Then kiss me.”
He leaned down and kissed me, his familiar lips, his familiar taste, grounding me even as two relative strangers’ hands explored my body. Mai’s fingers traced my inner thigh, getting closer to my soaking wet core. Jake’s hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple.
I moaned into Tom’s mouth. This was happening. This was really happening. Mai’s mouth replaced her hand on my thigh, kissing, licking, working her way up. Jake’s head dipped to my breast, his tongue hot on my nipple. Tom’s hand stroked my hair whilst his tongue tangled with mine.
Then Mai’s tongue touched my pussy and I cried out, my back arching off the table. She licked me slowly, exploring, learning what I liked. Her tongue circled my clit, then flicked over it, then sucked it gently into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I gasped, breaking away from Tom’s kiss. “Oh fuck, that’s good.”
Jake’s teeth grazed my nipple, the pleasure-pain making me squirm. His hand moved to my other breast, squeezing, pinching the nipple.
Mai’s fingers joined her tongue, sliding into me easily. I was soaking wet, dripping onto the dining room table. She worked two fingers inside me whilst her tongue continued its assault on my clit.
“She’s so wet,” Mai said, lifting her head for a moment, her lips glistening. “Tom, you’re a lucky man.”
“Don’t I know it,” Tom said, and there was pride in his voice that made me love him even more.
Jake’s hand slid down my stomach, joining Mai’s between my legs. His fingers found my entrance alongside hers, stretching me. Three fingers inside me now, maybe four.
I was going to cum. Already. Too fast. The sensations were too much.
The tension snapped like a bowstring, sudden, inevitable, electric. My thighs trembled against Mai’s shoulders as her tongue fluttered mercilessly over my clit while Jake’s fingers curled inside me, pressing and grinding making my vision whiten. Tom’s grip tightened in my hair, his lips locked on mine, tasting my moan.
“God, yes!” The word splintered into a moan as the orgasm tore through me, wave after wave, my body clenching around their fingers, my back arching so hard I nearly tipped off the edge. Plates and glasses were knocked over and dropped on the floor but Mai didn’t let up, licking me through it until I writhed, oversensitive, gasping for air. Jake chuckled against my breast, his breath hot as he kissed his way up to my collarbone.
“Already?” Tom murmured, kissing my forehead. His voice was rough, amused. “And here I thought you’d last longer.”
I slapped weakly at his hip, or tried to. My arms felt like soaked rope. “Shut up,” I panted, but my grin ruined it.
They pulled back, giving me space as I sat up on the table, dizzy with arousal, my body humming. That had not quite been the plan. I did not expect to climax so quickly but kissing my husband while two new friends worked together to finger me was apparently enough to make me very horny. Who could have guessed?
“Too many clothes,” I said, my voice thick. “All of you. Strip.”
They obeyed without question. Tom first, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the chest and arms I knew so well. His jeans and boxers followed, his cock springing free, hard and ready. I’d seen him aroused thousands of times but this felt different, more intense.
Mai unzipped her red dress, letting it pool at her feet. No bra underneath, just a tiny red thong that she slid off slowly, teasingly. Her body was perfect, compact and curved, her breasts small with dark nipples that were hard with arousal.
Jake unbuttoned his shirt methodically, revealing a chest with just the right amount of hair. His belt, his jeans, his boxers. And then his cock was free and it was exactly as he’d described, exactly as the photos had shown.
I slid off the table, my legs still shaky. “I have an idea.”
“I love your ideas,” Mai said, her eyes bright.
“You and I,” I said to Mai, “should show the boys what we can do with our mouths.” I thought Tom needed a reward for being such a good sport, and I couldn’t deny I was eager to taste Jake after all this time.
Mai’s grin was wicked. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We dropped to our knees, Mai in front of Tom, me in front of Jake. I looked up at Jake, this man I’d been talking to for months, and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hot in my palm in a way pixels on a screen could never be.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first photo you sent me,” I told him. Before eagerly leaning and wrapping my lips around his tip. I worked him slowly at first, he was so big. One hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t take, as my tongue swirled around the head, my other hand cupped his balls.
Beside me, I heard Tom groan. I glanced over and saw Mai’s head bobbing on his cock, taking him deep. My husband’s head was thrown back, his mouth open in pleasure, and I felt a strange cocktail of emotions. Jealousy, yes, but also arousal. Watching him receive pleasure from someone else was unexpectedly hot.
Jake’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements. “Your mouth feels amazing,” he groaned. “Better than I imagined.”
I took that as encouragement, taking him deeper, relaxing my throat, letting him push in further. He was thick enough that my jaw ached but I didn’t care. I wanted to show him everything I could do.
Mai was making delicious wet sounds beside me, clearly enjoying herself. I heard Tom swear, “Fuck, that’s good, don’t stop.” She had an easier time. I’d never had complaints about Tom’s endowment but he was significantly smaller that Jake’s monster.
We worked the men with our mouths for long minutes, the sounds of the boys’ pleasure driving us on, competing to make the other’s husband moan louder than our own.
Finally it seemed my husband could take no more foreplay. As he gasped out, “I need to fuck someone,” his voice was strained. “Mai, can I…”
Mai pulled off him with a wet pop. “Yes. God yes.” She lay back right there on the dining room carpet, Tom covering her body with his. I watched, still on my knees with Jake’s cock in my mouth, as my husband positioned himself between the gorgeous woman’s legs.
He looked at me, checking, making sure, as if I would stop him now. I nodded, unable to speak with my mouth full, but my eyes said it all. Yes. Do it. Fuck her. I felt like I wanted him to do it even more than he did, although that may have been underestimating his eagerness.
I watched, entranced, as Tom slid his cock into Mai’s tight snatch and she cried out, her back arching off the floor. He started thrusting, her moans coming out almost like purrs. I could see the pleasure on both their faces.
“That’s fucking hot,” Jake said, his hand tightened in my hair. “But keep your focus here.” As he said this he thrust a bit faster into my mouth.
I redoubled my efforts, sucking him harder, faster. But I couldn’t stop watching Tom and Mai. Watching my husband’s arse flex as he thrust into her. Watching her breasts bounce. Watching the way her face screwed up in pleasure.
In what seemed like no time at all Mai was gasping. “I’m close. Oh fuck, I’m close already!” I wasn’t surprised. I’d already discovered how turned on you could be by just this situation but I also knew that fucking really was one of Tom’s talents. He knew just how to angle himself, just how to grind, and just the right rhythm to really make you scream.
And scream Mai did, her whole body going rigid. She came hard, nails raking down Tom’s back leaving red welts. I could tell her pussy was clearly clenching around him because he groaned at the sensation.
But he didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out and keeping her at that peak for longer. It had taken some work to get him to do that just right with me, teaching him that delicate balancing act. Thrust too hard, and you ruin it, too weak and I wouldn’t even notice, but now he was an expert.
However, unlike when he did it to me it seemed that he wasn’t just elongating Mai’s orgasm. By the sound of Mai’s cries she was clearly building to an even bigger peak. Before I knew it Mai was cumming again, even louder this time, her legs shaking as my husband ploughed into her on our dining room floor.
“Stop, stop,” Mai finally begged breathlessly, pushing at Tom’s chest. “Too much, I’m too sensitive. I need a break. You’re going to fucking kill me if you keep going.” Tom seemed like he might keep going anyway but instead pulled out carefully. His cock was rock hard still, glistening with Mai’s wetness. He looked proud of himself, as he should be. He put on quite the performance.
Mai lay on the carpet panting, her chest heaving, a blissed-out expression on her face. I knew what I wanted now. I pulled off Jake’s cock. “Boys,” I said, my voice hoarse, “I want you both. At the same time.”
Tom’s eyes widened. “Katie…”
“I’ve thought about it. I want to try it. I want you both inside me.”
