The next morning, light filtered through the bedroom curtains, soft and golden. Nicki stirred, reaching instinctively for Steve, but the bed was empty. His side of the sheets was cool.
She blinked, disoriented for a moment. The house felt quiet, though not entirely silent. Muffled voices drifted up from downstairs, low and male, too indistinct to make out words. Steve and Jim, she assumed, were sharing coffee and their usual easy banter.
A faint smile curved her lips. Her body was still loose and deeply satisfied from last night’s roleplay. The memory of Steve’s voice as “Jim,” the way she’d cried out the name while he thrust deep inside her, sent a fresh tingle between her legs.
Nicki stretched, then sat up.
A moment later, Steve appeared in the doorway with two steaming mugs in hand. He was already dressed for his run: shorts, trainers, a light jacket slung over one shoulder.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. He handed her one of the mugs. “Black, two sugars. Just how you like it.”
She took it gratefully, sipping the hot liquid. “You’re up early. Where are you off to?”
“Long run today,” he replied, eyes twinkling with something she couldn’t quite place. “Got a surprise for you when I get back. Be good while I’m gone.”
Nicki raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A surprise?”
He grinned and kissed her forehead. “You’ll see. Back in about an hour. Love you.”
“Love you too,” she murmured, watching him disappear down the stairs. The front door clicked shut a minute later, followed by the fading sound of his footsteps outside.
Nicki sat for a moment, coffee warming her hands, curiosity prickling beneath her skin. What surprise? She finished the mug, set it on the nightstand, and reached for her short claret silk robe, the one that had already caused so much trouble. She slipped it on, tied the belt loosely, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen, drawn by the low murmur of voices she’d heard earlier.
The kitchen door stood half open.
Jim sat at the table in nothing but dark boxer shorts, legs stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other. His bare chest rose and fell gently, silver hair dusting the muscle, skin still faintly flushed from sleep or the shower. He looked up as she entered, his smile slow and easy.
“Morning, sweetie.”
Nicki’s stomach flipped. The room suddenly felt smaller, warmer. She moved to the sink, turning on the tap to rinse her empty mug, something to do with her hands.
Jim rose quietly, barefoot on the tile. She didn’t hear him approach until he was right behind her, the heat of his body radiating against her back.
“So,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, breath brushing her ear, “you want to be Jenny?”
Nicki held her breath. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She didn’t move.
Jim’s hands settled on her hips, firm and deliberate. His palms slid down over the silk, cupping her arse cheeks through the fabric. He squeezed gently at first, then harder, thumbs tracing the crease where thigh met bottom.
She still didn’t move.
His fingers found the loose knot of her belt. With one slow tug, it came undone. The robe parted down the front. Jim hooked his thumbs under the shoulders and slid the silk off her slowly, letting it glide down her arms, over her elbows, past her wrists, until it pooled at her feet in a soft whisper of fabric.
She stood naked in the kitchen, back to him, skin prickling in the cool air. No panties this morning. Just her: small, firm breasts, narrow waist, the neat triangle of red curls between her thighs, already damp from the memory of last night and the reality of this moment.
Jim stepped closer. His bare chest brushed her back. She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her arse through his boxers.
“Steve gave me instructions for your surprise, Nicki,” he murmured, lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Told me you’ve been listening to my calls, that you’ve been getting wet thinking about being Jenny. That you’d like it if I treated you the same way.”
One large hand slid up her side, slow and possessive, until it cupped her small breast. His thumb brushed over the already tight nipple once, twice, then pinched, firm enough to make her gasp, soft enough to make her arch into it.
“Fuck, look at these pretty tits,” he growled, rolling the nipple between his fingers, tugging gently. “Been watching them bounce in that robe for days. Now they’re all mine to play with, aren’t they, Jenny?”
Nicki whimpered, head tipping back against his shoulder. The other breast received the same slow torture, circles, a sharp pinch, then soothing strokes, until both nipples were swollen and aching.
His cock flexed against her arse crack, sliding upward slightly, the head catching just under the base of her spine.
“You feel that?” he rasped. “That’s what you do to me every time you walk in here in that little silk thing. Every time you let it slip open. Every time you pretend you’re not listening to me fuck Jenny on the phone.”
His right hand drifted lower, trailing down her stomach, over the soft mound of her sex. He didn’t rush. He let her feel every inch of the descent, fingertips grazing the neat triangle of red curls, then parting her outer lips with a single, deliberate stroke.
She was soaked.
“Jesus, Nicki,” he groaned against her neck, teeth grazing the skin. “You’re dripping. So fucking wet for me already.”
One thick finger traced the length of her slit, up, down, slow and teasing, coating himself in her slickness. Then he curled it, pressing the pad against her entrance, dipping just inside before sliding back up to circle her clit.
Nicki’s hips jerked forward involuntarily. A broken moan escaped her.
“That’s it,” Jim whispered, voice dark and filthy. “Let Jim feel how much you want this. How much you’ve wanted it since you watched me come in the shower yesterday morning… since you stood there flashing your tit in front of me and asked about my ‘lady friend.’”
He curled his finger again, pushing deeper this time, two knuckles, then three, stretching her slowly while his thumb found her clit and rubbed tight, insistent circles.
“You’re so tight, Nicki,” he growled. “Bet you’d feel fucking incredible wrapped around my cock. Bet Steve would love to watch me slide into you, watch you take every inch while he strokes himself and tells me how to fuck his wife.”
Nicki’s legs trembled. Her head fell back further, exposing her throat. Jim kissed it, open-mouthed, teeth scraping, while his finger pumped steadily inside her, curling against that perfect spot with every thrust.
“Tell me,” he rasped, free hand returning to pinch and tug her nipple again. “Tell Jim what you want next.”
Nicki’s reply came out in a shaky, breathless whisper, her voice thick with need.
“I want you to do to me what you do and say to Jenny,” she panted. “I want your cock in me now.”
She pushed back against him, deliberate and desperate, grinding her bare arse against the iron-hard length trapped in his boxers. The friction made Jim groan low in his throat, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
She expected him to pull his boxers down, to spread her, to slide into her soaking pussy right there against the sink.
Instead, Jim’s hands clamped onto her shoulders.
In one swift motion, he spun her around.
Nicki gasped as her back hit the cool edge of the counter. Her eyes flew wide, meeting his, dark and intent, no trace of teasing now.
Jim’s gaze raked down her naked body, taking in her flushed cheeks, swollen nipples, and the glistening trail of arousal on her thighs.
He stepped in close, caging her with his arms braced on the counter behind her. His boxer-clad erection pressed hot and insistent against her lower belly.
“Knees,” he growled. “First you suck my cock till I’m in your throat.”
Nicki’s pulse hammered in her ears. For a heartbeat, she hesitated, shock, shame, and raw want crashing together.
Then she sank.
Slowly.
Her knees met the cool tile. Jim towered above her, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on hers.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down. His cock sprang free, heavy, thick, veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It bobbed inches from her face, flushed dark, curving slightly upward.
Nicki swallowed hard. Her mouth watered despite herself.
Jim wrapped one hand around the base, guiding the head to brush her lower lip.
“Open,” he ordered softly.
She did.
Her lips parted, tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead at the tip. Jim hissed through his teeth.
“That’s it, Nicki. Be my Jenny,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Suck your Jim like a good girl. Show me how much you’ve wanted this while you listened to me fuck you on the phone every night.”
Nicki leaned forward, taking the head into her warm mouth. She swirled her tongue, hollowed her cheeks, and slid down slowly, inch by inch, until he bumped the back of her throat.
Jim groaned, his hand sliding into her red hair, not forcing, just guiding.
“Deeper,” he rasped. “Take me all the way.”
Nicki breathed through her nose, relaxed her throat, and pushed forward, taking him deeper until her lips stretched around the base, her nose brushing the coarse silver hair at his groin.
Jim’s hips jerked once. A low curse escaped him.
“Fuck… good girl…”
He held her there for a long second, cock throbbing in her throat, then eased back to let her breathe before sliding in again. Slow, controlled thrusts now, fucking her mouth with steady rhythm.
Tears pricked her eyes from the stretch, but the ache between her legs only grew sharper. She was dripping onto the tile beneath her knees, clit throbbing with every slide of him over her tongue.
Jim’s hand tightened in her hair.
“Look at me,” he growled. “Look at Jim while you choke on his cock.”
Nicki lifted her gaze, eyes watering, lips stretched, cheeks hollowed, and met his stare.
He smiled, satisfied and possessive.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “Now suck harder.”
Nicki did, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue, relaxing her throat as she took him deeper with every bob of her head. Jim’s breathing turned ragged, hips rocking faster.
“Fuck… Nicki… gonna come…”
His cock swelled in her mouth. He thrust deep one last time, burying himself in her throat as a low, guttural groan tore from him. Thick spurts hit the back of her throat, hot and salty. Nicki swallowed frantically, throat working as rope after rope flooded her mouth. She managed, barely, milking every pulse with her lips and tongue.
Jim shuddered through the last of it, then slowly eased back. His cock slipped free with a wet pop. A final spurt arced from the tip, landing across her cheek and lips. Another followed, dripping down her chin.
Nicki gasped for air, chest heaving, face flushed and glistening. Cum clung to her lower lip. She licked it away without thinking.
Jim’s eyes darkened.
“Good girl,” he rasped. “You took my cock deeper than Jenny does.”
Before she could catch her breath, his hands were under her arms. He lifted her effortlessly, setting her bare arse on the edge of the cool kitchen counter. Nicki’s legs parted automatically as he stepped between them.
He dropped to his knees.
No hesitation.
His big hands gripped her thighs, pushing them wider. Her pussy, swollen and dripping, was fully exposed. Jim leaned in, inhaling her scent.
“Fuck, Nicki… look at this pretty little cunt,” he murmured. “Soaked just from sucking me off.”
His tongue flicked out, lapping a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. Nicki’s hips bucked, a sharp cry escaping her.
Jim growled in approval.
He buried his face between her thighs, tongue plunging deep into her wetness, fucking her with it in steady, hungry strokes. Then he sucked her clit hard, drawing it between his lips.
Nicki’s hands flew to his hair, gripping silver strands as her back arched off the counter. Her thighs trembled around his head.
“Jim… don’t stop…”
He didn’t.
His tongue circled her clit in tight, wet loops, then dipped lower again. One hand slid up her body, finding a nipple and pinching it hard enough to make her gasp.
She was close. Too close.
Jim pulled back just enough to speak.
“Come for me, Nicki,” he ordered. “Come on my tongue.”
He dove back in, sucking her clit hard, two fingers sliding into her pussy and curling against that perfect spot.
Nicki shattered.
Her orgasm crashed through her, hard and overwhelming. Her thighs clamped around his head, hips grinding against his face as she cried out. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, pussy pulsing around his fingers.
Jim drank every drop, groaning against her as he licked her through it until her tremors faded to soft shivers.
When he finally pulled back, his chin was slick, eyes dark with hunger.
His cock was already hardening again, thick and heavy between his thighs.
He stood, towering over her.
Nicki’s legs were still spread, pussy glistening, chest heaving.
Jim stepped between them, gripping the base of his cock and rubbing the head up and down along her soaked slit, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her wetness.
“Ready to be my Jenny?” he growled. “Ready to feel Jim’s cock stretch that tight little pussy?”
Nicki nodded, breathless.
“Yes… please… fuck me.”
Jim lined himself up. He didn’t rush.
He pushed in slow, inch by thick inch, until he was buried balls-deep.
Nicki’s head fell back, a long, broken moan escaping her.
Jim stilled, letting her feel him throb deep inside, then began to move. Slow at first, deep rolling thrusts that dragged along every sensitive spot. Then harder. Faster.
The counter creaked beneath them.
His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him with every stroke.
“Fuck… so tight… so wet for me,” he groaned.
Nicki wrapped her legs around his waist, nails raking his back.
“Harder… fuck me harder…”
He did.
The kitchen filled with the wet slap of skin, her gasps, his growls.
Jim buried himself to the hilt one last time, hips grinding against her clit as he groaned low and long. His cock pulsed violently inside her, thick spurts flooding her pussy. Each jet made her walls flutter, milking him until he was spent, shuddering against her.
Nicki’s second orgasm hit at the same moment, fiercer than the first. Her pussy clenched hard around him as she cried out, body shaking.
They stayed locked together, panting, trembling.
Finally, Jim eased back. His cock slid free with a wet sound, a thick trickle of their combined release dripping down her thigh.
He smiled, satisfied, almost tender, and sank back into the chair at the table.
“That was amazing, darling,” he said softly.
Nicki slid off the counter, legs trembling. Cum leaked slowly from her as she picked up the fallen silk robe and pulled it around her shoulders. She didn’t bother tying it properly.
She couldn’t meet his eyes.
She walked upstairs barefoot, robe slipping off one shoulder, heart pounding.
The bedroom door was ajar.
Steve was waiting.
He sat on the edge of the bed, still in his running gear, hair damp with sweat. His eyes lifted, taking in her flushed face, the open robe, the glistening trails on her thighs, the faint smear of cum on her cheek.
He smiled.
“Did you like your surprise?” he asked quietly.
Nicki froze in the doorway.
“…yes.”
Steve crossed the room, cupping her face gently, his thumb brushing her cheek.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Tell me everything.”
The bedroom door clicked shut behind her.
Downstairs, Jim sipped his coffee, smiling to himself.
Relighting the Fire: Epilogue
The electrician finally gave Jim the all-clear. His house was rewired, safe, and ready to live in again.
The three of them stood in the hallway with Jim’s small suitcase and a couple of boxes, the air thick with a strange mix of relief and reluctance.
Jim clapped Steve on the shoulder. “Thanks for putting up with me, mate. Didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.”
Steve laughed, pulling him into a brief, firm hug. “You’re always welcome. Seriously. You helped more than you know.”
Jim’s eyes flicked to Nicki.
She stood a step behind Steve, arms loosely crossed, wearing a simple cotton dress that hugged her curves without trying too hard. Her cheeks were already faintly pink.
“Anytime,” Jim said, his voice low and warm.
He stepped forward, leaned in, and brushed a light kiss against her cheek, lingering just a second longer than necessary.
“Especially for you, darlin’.”
Nicki’s breath caught. She smiled, small and private, a little wicked, and murmured, “Behave yourself at home.”
Jim winked, slow and cheeky. “No promises.”
Steve watched the exchange with quiet amusement. There was no jealousy in his eyes, just a knowing glint. He walked Jim to the door, watched him load the car, then turned back to Nicki as the engine faded down the street.
The house felt different without him. Bigger. Quieter. But also more theirs.
Steve closed the front door and turned to her.
“We’re even closer now,” he said softly, stepping in close, his hands settling on her hips. “And the sex… it’s never been better.”
Nicki pressed against him, her arms sliding around his neck.
They kissed, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier. The kind of kiss that promised more than affection. When they finally broke apart, both breathing harder, Steve rested his forehead against hers.
“Shall we keep the tradition going?” he asked. “No Jim next door… but we’ve still got stories.”
Nicki’s eyes sparkled. “I already found one you’ll like.”
She led him upstairs, her dress flowing. In the bedroom, they stripped without ceremony, clothes left in a careless trail, and slid under the duvet together.
Nicki reached for her phone, opened the browser, and turned the screen toward him.
The title glowed on the page.
Wife’s First Threesome.
Steve raised an eyebrow. “This one’s new.”
Nicki bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. “It’s… very hot. And exciting. A husband invites his best friend over for the first time. They’ve talked about it for months. The wife’s nervous, but aching for it.”
She swallowed, then continued.
“The story goes all the way. Oral, vaginal, and… DP.”
Steve’s cock twitched against her thigh. “Double penetration?”
She nodded, her voice husky. “First time for them. The husband guides it all. Makes sure she’s ready. They take her together, slow at first, then deeper. She comes so hard she can’t speak. The friend fills her arse while the husband fills her pussy, and they all come at the same time.”
Steve swallowed. His hand slid between her legs, finding her already slick.
“Read it to me.”
Nicki’s fingers trembled slightly as she began.
“She lay back on the bed, heart pounding. Her husband knelt beside her, stroking her hair. ‘You ready, love?’ he asked. ‘He’s been waiting for this. We both have.’ The friend stood at the foot of the bed, cock hard and leaking, eyes dark with want. She nodded once, decisively, and spread her legs wider.
“The husband kissed her deeply while the friend crawled between her thighs. ‘Start slow,’ the husband murmured. ‘Let her feel every inch.’ The friend pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and pushed in, slow and careful, until he was buried to the hilt. She gasped, nails digging into her husband’s shoulders. ‘Good girl,’ the husband whispered. ‘Now turn over.’”
Nicki’s voice cracked slightly. Steve’s fingers circled her clit in slow, wet loops.
“Keep going,” he rasped.
“She turned onto her hands and knees. The husband moved behind her, slicking lube over her arse. ‘Relax for me,’ he said. ‘Let him in.’ The friend pressed against her tight ring, slow and patient, until the head popped past the muscle. She moaned, low and long. The husband slid beneath her, guiding his cock into her pussy. Then they moved together, filling her completely. She felt stretched, full, overwhelmed. They found a rhythm, slow at first, then harder, deeper, until she shattered, screaming, clenching around both of them as her orgasm tore through her. The friend came first, hot pulses deep in her arse, then the husband, groaning as he flooded her pussy. She collapsed between them, trembling, dripping with their release.”
Nicki set the phone down, breathing hard.
Steve was rock-hard against her thigh, pre-cum slicking her skin.
“That’s what you want?” he asked quietly, his voice rough. “To feel both of us inside you at the same time?”
Nicki looked up at him, her eyes dark and uncertain.
“No… yes… I’m not sure.”
Steve kissed her, deep and claiming.
“If you decide you want to,” he murmured against her lips, “when the time’s right, I’ll be right by your side, or inside your pussy, holding your hand as your arse is being stretched.”
They didn’t need more words.
He rolled her onto him. Nicki straddled his hips, guiding his cock inside her in one smooth glide. She rode him slowly, deeply, grinding her clit against his pelvis with every roll of her hips.
Steve let one finger trail down her back, circling her tight rear entrance. He pressed gently, slick with her own arousal, until the tip slipped inside.
Nicki gasped, her eyes flying wide.
“Oh my God…”
He held still, letting her adjust, then slowly pushed deeper, curling the finger, stroking the sensitive inner wall while she rocked on his cock.
The dual sensation, full pussy and stretching arse, tipped her over the edge.
Her orgasm ripped through her body, fierce and shattering. Her pussy clenched hard around him, walls fluttering wildly, flooding him with fresh wetness. She screamed his name, then Jim’s, her body shaking as pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves.
Steve groaned, his hips bucking up into her. He followed seconds later, spilling deep inside her pussy in hot, pulsing spurts.
They collapsed together, tangled and breathless, hearts racing.
The house was quiet.
Jim was gone.
But the fire that had been relit was now burning hotter than ever.
And whatever came next, whether they invited him back, explored with toys first, or simply let the fantasy simmer between them, they would face it together.
The fire would never burn out.
The End.
Or is it?
