Laura doesn’t waste a second. She strips off her clothes in quick, efficient movements, tossing them onto one of the sleek lounge chairs. She stands there, naked and glorious, her breasts rising with each breath, her pussy lips visibly swollen with arousal. The colored lights play across her bare skin like living art.
She turns and sashays toward the bubbling water. “Into the hot tub, boys,” she calls back over her shoulder. “Time to see which one of you gets to fuck me.”
I strip down, my cock springing free with almost embarrassing eagerness. Eric’s right beside me, his impressive length already fully hard, bobbing slightly as he walks. Chris gets naked with less hesitation than before, his earlier release apparently having taken the edge off his nerves.
We climb the steps to the hot tub, the warm water enveloping us like a liquid embrace. The contrast between the cool night air and the heated water sends shivers racing across my skin. Laura waits for all of us to get seated, the bubbles swirling around her breasts, occasionally revealing and concealing her nipples in a maddening dance.
“Here’s how this works,” she explains. “I’m going to ask each of you one question. Answer honestly. The one who gives me the answer I’m looking for wins.”
Chris shifts nervously beside me, the water sloshing against the sides. “What if we all give the same answer?”
“Then no one gets to fuck me,” Laura replies with a shrug. “But somehow, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
Eric leans back against the edge of the tub, spreading his arms along the rim with infuriating confidence. “Alright, let’s do this. What’s the question?”
Laura holds up a finger. “One at a time. And no interrupting each other.” Her eyes sweep over us, lingering on each of our faces in turn. “Eric, you first. Why do you want to fuck me?”
Eric doesn’t hesitate, that cocky smile spreading across his face. “Because you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the moment I saw you. I want to know what those lips feel like wrapped around my cock, and I want to hear you call out my name when I make you cum.”
Laura’s expression doesn’t change, but I notice her thighs press together slightly beneath the water. “Interesting,” she murmurs. “Very direct.”
She turns to Chris, who has the look of the student in class who hasn’t done the homework. “Chris, same question. Why do you want to fuck me?”
Chris blushes, looks down into the water, and speaks shyly. “I… um… want…” he pauses a beat, considering. “Honestly?” he takes in a breath. “I’ve had a crush on you since Jay first introduced us. You’re beautiful, yeah, but it’s more than that; it’s the way you pay attention to me. Earlier, when you… you know, um…” He trails off, swallowing hard before gathering himself, voice trembling but honest. “When you made me cum, it… I don’t know, it made me feel special, I guess? Wanted. Like I’m not just a tag-along. I want to fuck you because you make me feel good about myself.”
Laura’s expression softens, a quick flash of sadness in her eyes, before giving way to something warmer. “That’s really sweet, Chris,” she says softly.
Then her gaze lands on me, and suddenly the weight of this moment crashes down on my shoulders. My girlfriend is asking me to compete with my best friend and my coworker for the right to have sex with her. This… is… fucking… insane.
“Jay?” Laura prompts, her voice gentle but insistent. “Why do you want to fuck me?”
I think about Chris and Eric’s answers, try to determine what she wants to hear, what calculated response will win the contest, but then decide to just answer her honestly, and let what happens, happen.
“To make you feel good,” I say, the words coming out before I can overthink them. “Because I love watching you lose control. I love the way your breath catches right before you cum, the way your fingers dig into my back when you’re close.” I pause, shaking my head. “I… I want to fuck you because making you feel good is what gets me off.”
Laura’s lips part slightly, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. The bubbles swirl around her, and I can see the flush spreading across her collarbone, down toward her breasts. The hot tub falls silent except for the steady gurgle of the jets and the distant hum of the pool equipment.
Laura moves through the water toward me, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that fills my stomach with butterflies. She stands right in front of me, fully naked and exposed out of the water.
“That,” she says, “is the right answer.”
Eric makes a sound of protest, but Laura turns her head, silencing him with a look. “You want to fuck me because I’m hot. That’s it. That’s the whole reason.” She turned to face Chris. “You want to fuck me because I make you feel good about yourself.” Chris’s face crumples slightly, but he nods, accepting the assessment. She turned back to face me. “Jay wants to fuck me for me.”
Laura placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned in so close I could feel her eyelashes flutter against my cheek. Her lips pressed against my ear, the tip of her tongue tracing the ridge of my earlobe. “You win the prize, baby,” she whispers, her voice low enough that only I could hear it over the bubbling jets, “you can fuck me right here in front of your friends, or…” she pauses, her tongue flicking my lobe again, “if you want to not only fuck me, but watch me get fucked, we can all head back to the apartment.”
The words hit me like a bolt of lightning, my brain short-circuiting as I tried to process what she just offered. Huh? What was that? Watch her get fucked? Images flood my mind unbidden, Laura on her back, Eric on top of her, that monster cock stretching her open while she moans and screams. Chris, behind her, his curved shaft plunging into her pussy again and again, his rounded belly slapping against her ass. Both of them, standing over her cumming all over her face and tits.
My cock jerks so hard beneath the water that I actually gasp.
“What?” I manage, leaning back just enough to look into her eyes. They’re sparkling with that familiar devilish glint amplified by something deeper, something primal.
“You heard what I said,” she murmurs, her hand sliding down my chest beneath the bubbling water, fingers wrapping around my aching shaft. “I saw how hard you got watching me give Chris a hand job. You weren’t angry or jealous, you were turned on.”
Her hand strokes me slowly, deliberately, and I have to grip the edge of the hot tub to keep from losing it right there. She’s right. She’s absolutely fucking right, and the realization is both terrifying and liberating.
“But…” Her full lips press into mine, silencing me before I can finish, her tongue darting into my mouth.
When she pulls back, her eyes search my face. “Tell me the truth, Jay. I really need to know. Do you want to watch me get fucked by your friends?”
The question hangs in the humid air between us, heavy with implication. Eric and Chris have gone completely still behind her, seeing our bodies pressed together, but not able to hear the words we’re exchanging. I can sense the tension radiating from both of them, the barely concealed anticipation. The jets continue their relentless bubbling, the colored lights cycling through their endless spectrum, but time itself seems to have stopped.
I look at Laura, the woman who walked into my life two months ago and proceeded to demolish every carefully constructed wall I’d built around myself. The woman who pushes me, challenges me, makes me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. Her wet hair clings to her shoulders, water droplets catching the shifting lights like tiny jewels scattered across her skin. Her stare is smoldering, her hand still wrapped around my cock, holding me hostage to this moment.
Do I want to watch her get fucked by other men?
The honest answer terrifies me. It goes against everything I thought I knew about myself, about relationships, about what a good boyfriend should want. But Laura’s not asking what I SHOULD want. She’s asking what I DO want.
“Yes,” I hiss, the word escaping my lips, raw and honest and damning. “God, yes. I want to watch.”
Laura’s face transforms, a smile spreading across her features that’s equal parts victory and hunger. She releases my cock, spins around in the water, and sits on my lap, facing Eric and Chris, her back against my chest, her ass pressing against my erection as she addresses them.
“Bad news, guys. Jay decided he doesn’t want to fuck me here in front of you.” I could just imagine the pouty expression on her face, and could see the look of disappointment on theirs. She waits a brief moment, letting the news sink in before continuing. “Good news is that he wants us all to go back to the apartment so you can all fuck me.”
The words land like a nuclear bomb going off. Eric’s jaw actually drops, his carefully maintained composure cracking for the first time all night. Chris makes a sound somewhere between a gurgle and a wheeze, like all the air has been sucked out of his lungs.
“Wait, what?” Chris sputters, water sloshing as he shifts forward. “We’re all gonna… wait a minute, what?” It is obvious that her words broke something in my best friend.
Laura rose from my lap and stepped over to him, placing a finger under his chin and lifting his head to look at her, “You, Chris, are going to fuck me tonight and Eric is going to fuck me tonight. And Jay,” she looks back over her shoulder at me, her eyes blazing, “is going to watch every single second of it.” She turns back to Chris’ dumbfounded face. “And then, when you’re both done, he’s going to fuck me too. Does that answer your question?”
Chris looks like he’s having an episode, his eyes wide and unfocused, mouth hanging open, chest heaving with rapid breaths. “I… yeah, okay,” he finally manages, nodding like a bobblehead doll on a car dashboard.
Eric recovered his composure, that self-satisfied grin of his snapping back into place. “I knew you were wild, Laura. But this…” He shakes his head slowly. “This is something else.”
“Just remember you two,” Laura says, releasing Chris’s chin with a lingering stroke of her finger and taking a deliberate step back so she can address both of them. “This is happening because I want it, but also because Jay wants it. I’m with Jay, that hasn’t changed. Is that understood?”
Eric nods, his expression sobering slightly. “Understood. Jay’s your man. We’re just… guests.”
Chris swallows hard, nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah, of course. I would never try to steal… I mean, get in between you and…“ He trails off, seemingly unable to finish a coherent thought.
Laura turns back to me, her eyes searching my face one more time. “You absolutely sure about this, baby?”
I stand up, hot water cascading off my body, my cock jutting out in front of me like a compass pointing directly at her. I pull her close, one hand sliding down to cup her ass. “Positive.” Every cell in my body is vibrating with excitement, with a desire I never knew existed.
She catches her bottom lip between her teeth before wetting it with a slow sweep of her tongue. “Good. Now let’s get out of here, I’m horny as fuck.”
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