I stood in the shower letting the hot water run over me, washing away the afternoon’s exertions. My cock was still half-hard, tingling with memory. Through the steam, I could smell Meg on my skin, Rick on my fingers, the musk of our combined sweat and cum. I soaped myself slowly, not rushing, letting my body recover while my mind raced ahead.
Lisa was waiting for me next door.
The thought sent a fresh pulse of blood to my groin. I’d been with Lisa once before, that afternoon in the kitchen while Meg and Rick fucked on the deck. But that had been spontaneous, almost accidental, caught up in the moment. This felt different. This felt intentional.
I dressed in loose shorts and a t-shirt, kissed Meg goodbye at our place, and walked the few steps to Rick and Lisa’s house. The late afternoon sun was warm on my shoulders. My heart beat a little faster than the short walk warranted.
Lisa answered the door wearing a short cotton skirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a thin white tank top with no bra. Her nipples were visible through the fabric, dark and prominent. Her blonde hair was loose, falling around her shoulders in a way that made her look both innocent and thoroughly knowing.
She held a cocktail shaker in one hand and smiled like she’d been expecting me. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
“I got distracted,” I admitted, my eyes travelling down her body and back up. “Meg and Rick…”
“Mm, I know.” She stepped aside to let me in, her hip brushing against mine as I passed. The contact sent electricity through me. She walked toward the kitchen, her hips swaying deliberately, knowing I was watching. “I’m making cocktails. You look like you could use one.”
I followed her, unable to tear my eyes from the way her skirt swished with each step, hinting at what was beneath. In the kitchen, she bent over to retrieve something from a lower cabinet, the skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her arse, the hint of white lace underneath.
“Lisa,” I said, my voice rough.
She straightened slowly, turning to face me with a smile that was pure invitation. “Yes, Phil?”
“You’re killing me.”
“Good.” She poured two drinks, handing me one. “I’ve been thinking about you since this afternoon. About your hands on me. Your mouth.” She took a sip, her eyes never leaving mine. “I want more.”
I set my drink down without tasting it. “Come here.”
She didn’t move. “Make me.”
I crossed the space between us in two strides, my hands finding her waist, pulling her against me. She was warm, soft, her body fitting against mine like she’d been made for it. I kissed her hard, tasting gin and something sweeter, my hands sliding down to grip her arse, lifting her slightly so she could feel how hard I was.
“Bedroom,” she breathed against my mouth. “Now.”
I carried her there, her legs wrapping around my waist, her mouth devouring mine. We fell onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and urgent need. I pushed her skirt up, tore her panties aside, and buried my face between her thighs. She was already wet, swollen, her clit hard against my tongue. She cried out, her hands gripping my hair, her hips bucking against my mouth.
“Yes, Phil, yes, just like that, don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop. I licked and sucked and teased, my tongue circling her clit, her wetness coating my chin. I brought my hand up, traced slow circles around her arsehole, and felt her push back against my touch. I pressed inside gently, just the tip of my finger, jiggling slightly as I kept my mouth on her, feeling her build, feeling her thighs tense around my head, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
When she came, it was with a long, shuddering moan, her body arching off the bed, her cunt pulsing against my tongue, her arse gripping my finger in rhythmic waves.
Before she could recover, I was inside her, my cock sliding deep in one smooth thrust. She was tight, hot, gripping me like a fist. We moved together, finding our rhythm, her legs wrapped around my back, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Ah, enough.” Her voice was ragged, desperate. “I want you in my arse.”
I slipped back, my cock glistening with her, and we repositioned ourselves. She turned onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me, her skirt bunched around her waist. I rubbed the head around her entrance, feeling her push back against me, hungry, needy. I pressed forward slowly. Oh fuck, the heat of her, the tightness, the way she opened for me inch by inch. I didn’t want this feeling to end. Lisa pushed back harder, taking me fully, until I was buried to the hilt, both of us groaning at the sensation.
We started moving together, gently at first, controlled, but the friction was too much, the need was urgent. We couldn’t hold back.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder, Phil. I want to feel you for days.”
I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her, the bed creaking beneath us, her moans filling the room. She came again, clenching around me, and I followed her over the edge, emptying into her in thick pulses, a groan torn from my chest.
Afterwards, we lay tangled together, our breathing slowly settling. I traced lazy patterns on her stomach, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her.
“I have to leave early,” she said quietly, her fingers playing with my chest hair. “I promised to see a friend.”
I kissed her shoulder. “Stay a little longer.”
“Can’t.” But she didn’t move. “You should sleep here. I probably won’t be back until late.”
I must have dozed off, the afternoon’s exertions catching up with me. When I woke, the room was dimmer, twilight filtering through the curtains. Lisa was gone. I dressed slowly, still half-asleep, and made my way next door back to my place.
That’s when I heard it. Low voices from the bedroom, then a giggle. Meg’s giggle. Followed by a deeper murmur. Rick’s voice.
I moved down the hallway, stopping at the partially open door. Through the gap, I could see them.
Meg was on her hands and knees on the bed, completely naked, her hair falling forward. Behind her, Rick knelt, his muscular body gleaming with sweat, his hands gripping her hips. He was fucking her slowly, deliberately, each thrust making her moan.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Rick groaned, his voice rough. “So fucking tight, Meg.”
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Rick’s cock sliding in and out of her, glistening with her arousal, the slap of his hips against her arse, the way her breasts swayed with each thrust.
I pushed the door open. Meg turned her head, her eyes finding mine, heavy-lidded with pleasure. She smiled, wicked and welcoming. “Join us,” she breathed.
I stepped into the room, stripping off my clothes as I approached the bed. The smell hit me first: sex and sweat and Meg’s familiar arousal, mixed with Rick’s musk. It was intoxicating, primal.
I climbed onto the bed in front of Meg, my cock hard and ready. She reached for me immediately, her hand wrapping around my shaft, guiding me to her mouth. She took me in with a hungry moan, the vibration travelling through my spine. Above her, Rick continued his rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her, the wet sounds filthy and perfect.
We found our rhythm, the three of us. Rick thrusting into her from behind, Meg sucking me with desperate enthusiasm, her tongue swirling around my head, her moans muffled around my cock. I watched in the mirror, the erotic tableau we made-Meg between us, filled at both ends, Rick’s muscular body powering into her, my own hips rocking gently as she worked me with her mouth.
“Fuck, Meg,” Rick groaned, his face tight with approaching orgasm. “I’m going to come.”
She pulled back from me, gasping, her lips swollen and wet. “Inside me,” she demanded. “Fill me up, Rick. I want to feel it.”
Rick’s thrusts became erratic, desperate. He slammed into her once, twice, three times, then buried himself deep with a guttural groan. I watched his arse clench, his body shudder as he spilled into her, pulse after pulse, filling her cunt with his cum.
Meg moaned, her head falling forward, her hand still working my cock. “Your turn,” she panted, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Fuck me, Phil. Fuck his cum into me.”
The words sent a jolt of pure lust through me. I moved behind her, replacing Rick as he withdrew, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. I slid into her in one thrust-she was slick, hot, stretched from Rick’s cock, and the sensation of sliding through his cum to reach her was overwhelming.
“Oh god,” I groaned, gripping her hips. “Meg, you feel–”
“Fuck me,” she demanded, pushing back against me. “Don’t be gentle, Phil. I want to feel you.”
I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her, the bed shaking beneath us. Rick watched from the side, his cock already stirring again, his eyes dark with renewed desire. Meg came with a scream, her body convulsing, her cunt gripping me in waves, and I followed her over the edge, emptying into her, mixing my cum with Rick’s.
Afterward, the three of us lay together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and spent.
“I have to go,” Meg said eventually, her voice lazy, sated. She sat up, reaching for her clothes. “I’m seeing a friend.”
“Now?” I asked, still catching my breath.
“Mmhmm.” She dressed quickly, kissed both of us deeply, and was gone, leaving Rick and me alone in the bedroom.
“That was…” I started.
“Intense,” Rick finished. He sat up, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “We should probably grab shows and regroup. Get a beer or something.”
We cleaned up, dressed slowly, and headed to Rick’s place for a beer. As we walked toward the front door, I heard it-a low moan, muffled but unmistakable, coming from next door. Rick and Lisa’s house.
Then another voice. Higher. Familiar.
Meg’s voice.
“That’s Meg,” I said, my heart suddenly pounding. “And Lisa.”
We went outside, crossing the short distance between our houses, and stepped through Lisa’s unlocked front door. We stopped at the partially open bedroom door. Through the gap, we could see them.
Lisa was on her hands and knees on the bed, completely naked. Behind her, Meg knelt, wearing only a strap-on, her hands gripping Lisa’s hips as she fucked her slowly, deliberately.
“Fuck,” Rick breathed beside me, his eyes wide. “They planned this.”
Lisa lifted her head, looking straight at us in the doorway, her face flushed and desperate and utterly satisfied. “About time you two showed up,” she panted. “We were getting started without you.”
Meg looked over her shoulder, her smile wicked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Surprise,” she said. “Lisa and I had a little chat yesterday morning. We thought… why should you boys have all the fun?”
“I want you both in me,” Lisa said, looking at Rick and me. “Now. Please. Make me feel every inch.”
Rick moved quickly, stripping off, lying back on the bed, and pulling Lisa on top of him, guiding her down onto his cock until she was fully impaled, her back pressed against his chest. Meg withdrew the strap-on and moved aside, watching with hungry eyes as I positioned myself behind Lisa.
I was already hard again, aching, need overriding thought. I pressed forward slowly, entering her tight arse, feeling her push back against me, taking me inch by inch until I was fully seated. We paused, all three of us breathing hard, our bodies joined in the most intimate way.
“Move,” Lisa whispered. “Please. Fuck me.”
We started moving together, Rick and I finding our rhythm, filling her. Lisa’s moans were deeper now, more guttural, edged with something like pain that quickly transformed to overwhelming pleasure.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder. Make me come.”
We gave her what she wanted, pounding into her, the bed shaking beneath us. Meg watched from the side, her fingers working her own clit, her eyes dark with arousal. Lisa’s moans became cries, wordless and desperate, building toward something shattering.
Then her whole body went rigid, her back arching, her mouth open in a silent scream. The scream came, loud and raw, as she climaxed, her body convulsing, her arse and cunt gripping us both in rhythmic pulses.
“Fuck, I’m going to–” Rick groaned.
“Come in me,” Lisa gasped, still shuddering. “Fill me up. Both of you. I want to feel it.”
We buried ourselves deep with guttural roars, our bodies shuddering as we emptied our loads into her, pulse after pulse, our hips jerking against her. We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat and spent desire, all four of us breathing hard, joined in the aftermath.
For a long moment, no one spoke. Then Lisa laughed, a low, satisfied sound, and rolled onto her side, facing me. Her body was flushed pink, glowing with satisfaction.
“We are even now,” she said, her eyes meeting mine with a glint of something mischievous. “All the connections made. All scores settled.”
Meg moved onto the bed beside us, her hand tracing lazy patterns on Lisa’s stomach. “Lisa and I had coffee yesterday morning,” she explained, her voice lazy, sated. “We decided… it was time for the girls to take charge for once.”
Rick sat up, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair, not looking embarrassed in the slightest. “You planned this whole thing?”
“Mmhm.” Lisa stretched like a cat, utterly unselfconscious in her nudity. “Phil fucks me, leaves, comes home to find you two together, then Meg ‘leaves’ to come here, and you two come over like the predictable creatures you are.” She grinned. “Worked perfectly.”
I looked at Meg, at the wicked satisfaction in her eyes, and couldn’t help but laugh. “You set us up.”
“We set you up,” Meg corrected, leaning in to kiss me. “And look how well it turned out.”
Lisa sat up, gathering her clothes. “I actually do have to go now. Early start tomorrow.” She dressed quickly, kissed all three of us goodbye with a promise to text, and was gone.
Rick stood, pulling on his shorts, his eyes meeting mine. “That was…”
“Intense,” I finished for him.
“Perfect,” Rick said.
Rick and I exchanged a look—a look of complicity, of friendship deepened by something far more intimate than either of us had expected.
“Planned,” Meg added, smiling.
Meg and I walked back to our place together, the evening air cool against our heated skin. Then we went inside, to the next chapter of whatever this was becoming.
The weekend was ending, but the story was far from over.
The End
