It was Thursday evening, and Ryan was restless. After Sunday, he thought the momentum would carry straight through the week. He envisioned text messages laced with innuendo and another wild night or two with Emily while Sarah was away. Instead, there’d been almost nothing. A few texts early in the week, a flicker of flirtation, and then silence.

At first, he told himself it was fine. This was heavy, and they were still figuring things out. As the days passed, the silence began to gnaw at him. He caught himself checking his phone more than he cared to admit, replaying the past two weeks over and over in his mind, and trying hard not to read into something he was slowly becoming convinced wasn’t there. 

By Thursday night, he’d almost accepted it was over, that Emily had probably come to her senses, and that she had decided to let the moment fade. Maybe, somehow, they would eventually be able to pretend it never happened.

Part of him was relieved. The quiet meant no lies or half-truths every time Sarah called. He’d crossed a line he couldn’t uncross, and for the first time in days, he’d managed to stop thinking about how easily he’d done it. Maybe this was how it was supposed to end. Quietly. Mercifully. If nothing else happened, it was probably for the best.

Then his phone buzzed.

Emily: I need to see you again. Please come over.

Ryan didn’t hesitate. He was out the door within ten minutes, his pulse already pounding.

*****

When Ryan pulled into Emily’s driveway, he noticed another car already parked outside. A flicker of confusion passed through him, but the low, golden glow from her living room window pulled him forward. He approached the front door and stepped inside without knocking.

And froze.

Sitting on one side of the couch, wearing only a sheer black robe, was Emily. Sitting on the opposite side of the couch, legs crossed and a glass of wine balanced delicately in her hand, was Claire. Another one of Sarah’s friends.

Claire was beautiful in an effortless, polished way. Short platinum hair and elegant posture, she was the kind of woman who looked as though she’d stepped out of a lifestyle magazine. And now she was here, cheeks flushed, gaze steady. She was clearly nervous.

Emily sat beside her, looking far too pleased with herself. "I had to tell someone," she explained softly, almost sweetly. "Someone I trust. Someone we can trust. Someone who isn’t married to you."

Claire’s eyes flicked to Ryan over the rim of her glass. She swallowed hard before speaking. "Don’t get any ideas,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. She bit her lip, cheeks deepening in color. "I just want to watch."

Ryan blinked, stunned. "Wait... what?"

Claire hesitated, uncertain how to go on. “Let’s just say it’s been quiet at home for a long time,” she admitted, her gaze shifting down and away. “Dead bedroom.” 

Ryan just looked confused. “No sex at home? And you want to ‘watch’ me and Emily have sex?” He turned to Emily. “Em, help me out here.”

Emily glanced in Claire’s direction, encouraging her to proceed.

Claire paused, working up the confidence to proceed. “Eric and I have not had sex in over three years. But that’s another story. A few months ago, I started watching porn. Just to get myself off, just to feel anything again. There is something both amazing and addictive about watching beautiful people fuck.” 

She fell silent, as if considering her next words, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. Ryan gave her space. 

Clarie was elegant, magnetic, the kind of beauty that turned heads without trying. He couldn’t help but be surprised that someone like her could be left so untouched. But he didn’t judge. The last thing she needed right now was pity.

At the same time, his thoughts turned to Sarah. While their sex life was neither nearly as active nor adventurous as he would prefer, it was not a dead bedroom. Despite that, listening to Claire, he was curious how Sarah would describe their situation. Could she possibly think that things were stale? And if so, would she blame him when confiding with close friends?

Claire cleared her throat and kept going. “Then I heard about you and Em. I was really turned on. Not to be part of it, not exactly...”  She gestured lightly toward Emily, “I am not exactly sure what I was thinking.” She took another drink and continued, her words suddenly tumbling out in a rush. “Em already knew about my kink. But taking it a step further and actually watching the two of you fuck, right in front of me…”

Her eyes dropped to the floor, as if she wasn’t sure she should finish. Looking up again, first at Emily, then at Ryan, she decided to continue. “While it was Em’s idea, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. I want this, Ryan.”

Emily stood and sauntered to him, running a hand up his chest, her fingers trailing along his jaw with maddening slowness. “Babe, she just wants to watch,” she purred, her eyes lingering on Ryan with a knowing glint, making it crystal clear she orchestrated this situation from the start.

“You remember our first time? You watching me, me watching you? Tell me that wasn’t insanely hot.” She glanced back at Claire, her confidence radiating. “And having someone watch me fuck, watch us fuck… That has always been one of my biggest fantasies.”

Her gaze returned to Ryan. There was lust and heat, but also something else. An unspoken acknowledgment that they were deep in uncharted territory, with no lines drawn and no time to define them.

Ryan’s throat tightened. Every instinct told him this was too much. Then he replayed her words from a few days ago. When we’re together, we don’t hold back. No inhibitions. The memory collided with the surreal reality in front of him. His pulse pounded in his ears. His thoughts scattered.

Before he could respond, Emily’s lips curled into a tempting smile. “Do this for me, Ryan. Please.”

That was all it took. Once again, his hesitation dissolved.

Behind them, Claire leaned deeper into the couch. "Pretend I’m not here," she suggested, the excitement building with the realization that this was going to happen. "Please don’t hold back."

Emily untied the knot of her robe, letting it fall away, baring herself completely, shamelessly, her skin glowing in the soft light. She took a few steps backwards and lowered herself into the couch, her legs parting slightly, her body humming with invitation. Her eyes were locked on Ryan.

Claire remained a few feet away on the other side of the couch and took a nervous sip of wine.

"Come here," Emily whispered to Ryan, her voice thick with desire.

Ryan crossed the room, sinking to his knees between her thighs as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside. His palms slid along the smooth skin of her knees, gently urging them farther apart. The heat radiating from her core pulled him closer.

She was already soaked. Just the idea of having sex in front of her friend had her trembling with arousal. 

He leaned in, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs, moving higher, teasing, savoring. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, drawing a sharp gasp.

On the other side of the couch, Claire exhaled, her breath cutting through the charged silence.

Emily opened her eyes briefly at the sound. She looked down at Ryan and then across the couch at Claire. “Wanna play a game?”

“What are you thinking?” Ryan looked hesitant as he pulled back so he could see both women.

“If Claire is going to watch, why don’t we give her a chance to provide a little direction, too? Let’s see what really gets our filthy little voyeur off.”

All eyes were on Claire as she sat motionless. Shocked at first, she slowly nodded in agreement. Eventually, she found her voice. "Slower," she said, her tone uncertain. "Make her beg."

Ryan hesitated, surprised by how quickly Claire jumped into the role. He nodded and resumed, adjusting his pace, easing the pressure of his tongue, barely teasing her clit with soft, lazy flicks that made Emily whimper and writhe beneath him.

"God, Ryan, please..." she gasped, her hips rocking in search of more.

Claire sat forward slightly. Her voice was calmer now, more confident, almost commanding. "Don't assume you know what she wants. Make her tell you."

Ryan pressed a kiss to Emily’s thigh and lifted his gaze. "What do you want, Em? What do you need, Em?"

Emily whimpered, fingers tightening on the couch cushions in anticipation. "Your tongue, your fingers," she breathed. "Harder, faster."

Claire smiled, soft and approving. "There it is, Ryan. You heard her."

Ryan didn't hesitate now. He sealed his mouth over Emily’s clit, his tongue stroking her in tight, relentless circles. His index finger slid inside her, followed by his middle finger, both curling perfectly. Emily cried out, her body arching, her hips lifting to meet every thrust of his tongue.

Claire’s voice dropped into a darker register. "That’s it."

Ryan hooked an arm under each of Emily’s thighs, pinning her open as he devoured her, slipping one finger between her cheeks and pressing it slowly into her tight rim, while his mouth worked her clit without mercy.

Emily screamed, raw and guttural, her entire body locking up as her orgasm slammed into her. Ryan didn’t let up. "F-fuck! Ryan… Too much!" Emily gasped, trembling.

“No. Do not stop!” Claire commanded, her voice steady with more confidence. Beneath it, there was an edged urgency.

Ryan obeyed, his mouth and fingers driving Emily higher and higher. Her sobs of pleasure shattered the room’s silence as a second orgasm ripped through her, harder than the first. Her body spasmed, and with a sudden gush, she squirted, soaking Ryan’s face, her thighs, and the couch beneath her.

"Good girl," Claire whispered, almost reverently.

Ryan finally pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening, his breathing ragged.

Emily lay slumped against the couch cushions, utterly wrecked, her chest heaving as aftershocks rolled through her.

Claire leaned further back in silence, draining the last of her wine. She set the glass down with deliberate care and then shifted forward, her gaze locking on Emily’s flushed face. A slow smile curved her lips, but there was nothing soft in it. “That was so fucking hot,” she murmured, her voice low and edged with hunger. 

The room was still as she collected her thoughts. The look in her eyes made it clear she was just getting started. “Ryan, on your feet. Em, on your knees. I want to watch you wrap those pretty lips around his cock.”

Ryan rose slowly, wiping his face with the back of his hand, his breath coming hard and fast. He peeled off his jeans and boxers, baring himself completely as Emily positioned herself between his knees with a slow, deliberate grace. 

She wrapped one hand around him, lowering her mouth over the flushed tip and sucking with a wet, eager pull. Her tongue swirled around him as she slid deeper, her lips stretching to take more of him.

Across from them, Claire was now reclining back against some pillows, her eyes locked on the sight of Emily’s mouth stretched around Ryan’s cock. “Deeper,” Claire breathed, her voice tight with arousal. Then, more firmly, “Fuck her mouth, Ryan.”

Ryan’s hand slid into Emily’s hair, gripping tight as he began to guide her down harder, faster. Emily’s eyes fluttered closed as he pulled her onto him in sharp thrusts, his hips meeting her lips each time.

“Yes, just like that,” Claire urged.

Ryan’s grip tightened, holding Emily’s head still as he drove deep, forcing himself into her throat until she gagged softly around him. Her nails dug into his thighs, her chest heaving for breath between thrusts. She didn’t pull away. She took it, letting him fuck her mouth exactly the way Claire demanded.

Claire grinned at the sight.

Ryan’s hips kept a relentless pace, his cock sliding in and out of Emily’s wet, stretched mouth, the slick sounds echoing in the room. Emily’s throat flexed around him, her eyes glassy with arousal, spit dripping down her chin. His grip on her hair tightened, his breathing growing ragged.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, the words low and desperate.

“No!” Claire cut in sharply, her voice slicing through the heat. She sat up straight, the hunger in her eyes unmistakable, her voice shaking slightly as she embraced her new role. She leaned closer. “Not yet. Not until I watch you fuck her. I want to see you destroy that tight little pussy.” She looked deep into Ryan’s eyes. "Do you think you can handle that?" she asked, almost teasing. "For me?"

Ryan looked down at Emily. She nodded eagerly. Ryan’s jaw tightened in anticipation.

Claire pushed herself off the couch, circled Ryan, and let herself fall into the nearby armchair with a kind of poised detachment. She met Ryan’s eyes with a slow, deliberate smile. "Better angle,” she explained. “Now take her from behind," Claire commanded. "Right there on the couch. I want to see everything."

Emily let out a shuddering breath, Ryan guiding her onto her hands and knees. She braced herself against the cushions, ass high, back arched, her body glistening in the low light.

Ryan stroked himself a few times, lined himself up, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding the thick head of his cock into her soaked entrance. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as her heat wrapped around him.

Claire leaned forward in her chair, her voice a smoky murmur. "Stop. Stay buried in her for a moment. Let her feel all of you."

Ryan groaned under his breath, hips pressed tight against Emily’s ass, the feel of her slick, pulsing heat nearly undoing him.

Emily whimpered, her fingers digging into the cushions. "So full…" she gasped.

"Now," Claire instructed, "pull out halfway. Then push back in. Slow. Deep. Make her feel stretched. Owned."

Ryan obeyed, drawing back slowly before driving in again.

“That’s it,” Claire whispered, shifting in her seat. “Make her feel used. Make her feel like the dirty fucking slut she is, fucking her best friend’s husband.” The words should have stung, but instead they lit a fire in Ryan, causing him to grip Emily’s hips tighter and thrust into her even harder. He set a brutal rhythm. 

"Harder," Claire continued, voice tight. "Make her scream."

Ryan tightened his grip and began pounding into Emily even more aggressively, the sharp slap of skin filling the room. She cried out, rocking forward with every fierce thrust, her body giving itself up to the brutal pleasure, begging for more.

Claire rose from the chair, stepped closer, and knelt beside them. Her voice was low. "Make her cum again. I want to watch her fall apart."

Ryan reached around, his fingers finding Emily’s clit, rubbing hard and fast as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. Emily screamed as another orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching around him.

Ryan grunted, his hips jerking forward. "I’m gonna… Fuck!"

"Do it," Claire urged. "Pull out. Cover her in your hot cum, just like the first time."

With a ragged cry, Ryan pulled out and stroked his cock. He came hard, thick ropes of cum splashing across Emily’s lower back, her ass, and the backs of her trembling thighs. She whimpered softly as the heat coated her, arching into it.

Claire grinned, moaning quietly at the sight, her gaze fixed on the thick ropes of cum painting Emily’s skin. “Holy shit,” she breathed, almost to herself, unable to look away, transfixed by the way it glistened and dripped over every curve.

Ryan stood over Emily, chest heaving, cock twitching as the last few drops spilled from him.

Claire just stared, a blissful smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

*****

Ryan took a moment to again consider the past two weeks and how his life had changed in ways he couldn’t have imagined. Every step forward felt more and more dangerous. But also more exhilarating. He felt alive. 

He was still caught in that thought when the present snapped back into focus.

Inches away, a soft, involuntary moan slipped from Claire’s lips. Her breathing was uneven, her body buzzing from what she had just witnessed. 

Her fingers dipped subconsciously beneath the neckline of her shirt, tracing lightly over the swell of her breast. Her other hand slipped lower, gathering the hem of her skirt. Inch by inch, she hiked it up around her waist, revealing black cotton panties that were already soaked through.

Emily rolled onto her side and watched, mesmerized by the sight of Claire’s trembling hands navigating towards the dark, wet patch between her legs.

Claire sighed, her voice silky but edged with breathless honesty. “I really thought this would be easy. Do you two have any idea how hard it was to sit here and just watch?” As she spoke, her fingertips pressed against herself through the damp fabric, moving in slow, trembling circles as if she couldn’t help it.

Her eyes moved from Ryan’s cock, still semi-erect, and over to Emily’s cum-covered body. She shook her head slowly, lips curling in a helpless grin. “God… In my head, just watching sounded good. It sounded easy,” she murmured, almost to herself, as though surprised by her own reaction. Her gaze continued to flicker between them, sharper now, hungry. “Do you two have any idea how fucking insane that was?”

She let out a low, shaky laugh, pressing her thighs together around her hand as if that would bring some relief. “But now we have a problem. You’ve got me so fucking worked up, I can barely think straight.”

Realizing what she was doing, Claire suddenly stopped. She slowly stood, contemplation evident on her face. Then, without warning, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Piece by piece, she undressed, the whisper of fabric sliding over skin. Her shirt, her skirt, her bra, and finally her panties. Emily and Ryan watched, enamored, both of them caught in the slow reveal of Claire’s bare, flawless body.

Claire let her last of her clothes fall into a careless heap at her feet as she continued her monologue. “These are only going to get in the way,” she said, her tone calm but dripping with invitation. In less than an hour, the quiet, self-conscious woman clutching a wine glass like a shield had shed every ounce of inhibition. 

What stood before them now was confident, brazen, and burning with need. 

She casually let herself fall back into the chair, one hand already sliding lazily between her thighs, her gaze still locked on them both. “So, which one of you is going to help me out?”

Ryan noticed it first, a cold thread of clarity cutting through the heat. Emily sensed it too. Her eyes flicked toward him with a look that said she was already three steps ahead.

Claire didn’t notice. Or maybe she didn’t care.

Emily tilted her head, her voice lower. “Before anyone does anything…” She let her eyes drift from Claire to Ryan and then back to Claire. “…we need to talk about this.”

Claire blinked, breath uneven. “What do you mean?”

“Watching is one thing. Touching is completely different,” she explained, her smile softened into something knowing. “Touching changes everything. Lines shift. Everything instantly becomes more complicated. And everyone needs to fully understand the risk.”

Claire swallowed, the flush in her cheeks darkening. “I’m not trying to complicate anything. I just want…”

“Let me explain,” Emily cut her off. Her tone was gentle, kind. “If you watch, you are just an observer. But if you touch…” She let the word linger, heavy, deliberate, her hand gesturing between Ryan and herself. “…you become part of this. And once you become part of this, everything changes.”

Ryan exhaled slowly and attempted to clarify what Emily was saying. “Claire… If Eric ever found out…”

For a moment, Claire stopped breathing. 

Emily nodded, finishing Ryan’s thought with quiet precision. “If Eric were aware of any of this, he would never forgive you. Watching can be explained. Touching? That is different.”

Claire’s eyes softened. “I know the stakes. I’m not naïve.”

Emily smiled, a mix of reassurance and warning. “Good. Because once you cross this line, you can’t step back and pretend you didn’t. And if this ever comes out, all three of us risk losing everything. Your life, as you know it… Everything Eric has given you… All of that will evaporate in a heartbeat.”

Silence pulsed between them, thick and fragile.

Then Emily looked deep into Claire’s eyes, causing Claire to inhale sharply. “Knowing all of that, do you still want to be here? Do you still want this to happen?”

Claire’s answer was a whisper, but it came without hesitation. “Yes.”

Emily’s smile returned, wicked and welcoming. Ryan gave her a look that dared her to make the next move.

That was all it took. Emily’s lips parted, her pupils dark with a hungry resolve. She moved toward Claire like a predator attacking its prey, catching the other woman by surprise, sliding onto the chair with her, their knees brushing.

The first touch was a kiss. It was soft at first, almost tentative, and then deepened quickly, tongues tangling as their breaths mingled. 

Pulling back, she turned towards Ryan. “Stay there. Just watch.”

Turning her attention back to Claire, she kissed her again, harder this time. Her hands began to roam, tracing the line of Claire’s collarbone, cupping the curve of her breast, teasing a hardened nipple between her fingers until Claire gasped into her mouth. Emily’s touch moved lower, exploring every warm, yielding inch, her fingers skating down Claire’s stomach before parting her thighs wider.

With a sultry smile, Emily sank to her knees in front of the chair. Her hands urged Claire’s legs farther apart as she leaned in, her tongue dragging in one long, deliberate stroke over Claire’s slick heat. Claire’s head fell back with a sharp gasp, her fingers tangling in Emily’s hair.

Claire cried out, her hips rocking forward into Emily’s mouth, her fingers tightening their grip in her hair. "Fuck! Em… Oh my God!" she gasped, her legs shaking.

Emily didn’t relent. She licked and sucked with slow, greedy thoroughness, coaxing every whimper and moan from Emily’s trembling frame. Emily’s hands slid higher, squeezing Claire’s hips, steadying her as she consumed her. Slow, precise licks quickly turned into greedy, unrelenting devotion.

Ryan’s heart pounded as he watched Claire unravel, the wet sounds of Emily’s tongue working between her legs filling the room. He could feel himself swelling again, his cock hardening with each gasp and moan.

“Not your first time, huh?” Ryan quipped, absolutely fascinated by what he was witnessing. 

Emily turned her head. “Just relax and enjoy the show. Oh, and if you want to touch yourself, I am sure Claire won’t mind. Isn’t that right, Claire?”

Before Clarire could form a response, Emily buried her face between her legs again. Claire’s head tipped back. Her breath was now coming in ragged gasps. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably. And her hands were fisting tightly in Emily’s hair.

Emily was devouring Claire, savoring every shudder, every helpless whimper that fell from her lips. Claire gasped as Emily’s tongue circled her clit, slow, torturous spirals that made her thighs twitch and her stomach tighten with need. Her hips bucked forward, chasing every flick of Emily’s tongue, desperate for more. 

Emily’s moans were muffled against her, each vibration rolling through Claire’s core and dragging her closer to the edge.

Ryan knelt nearby, breathless, his fist wrapped around the base of his cock. He started stroking himself in slow, deliberate pulls, his grip tightening every time Emily’s tongue disappeared between Claire’s folds.

Claire’s back arched and her eyes fluttered shut. "Jesus, Em! Oh fuck! Right there!" she gasped, her voice broken with need.

Emily gripped her tighter, pulling her closer, pressing her mouth harder against Claire’s pussy. Claire writhed under her, every nerve on fire. The combination of the slow, deliberate pace and the ruthless focus was driving her insane. Emily was relentless, teasing and tormenting her intermittently.

Emily kept going, alternating between firm and slow and then faster, zeroing in on Claire’s clit with tight, relentless circles. Claire cried out, hips jerking, her whole body trembling.

Emily’s hands slid under Claire’s body, one squeezing her ass, the other drifting to her waist to hold her steady. 

Claire was close. Her breathing turned ragged, her muscles locking tight. "Em… Em! I’m gonna…"

Emily didn’t stop. She moaned against her, flicking her tongue even faster.

Claire screamed. Her hips bucked wildly as her orgasm tore through her. Her whole body spasmed, juices spilling into Emily’s waiting mouth, dripping down her thighs.

Emily stayed with her, licking her through every aftershock, her hands gripping Claire’s shaking hips, refusing to let her pull away.

Ryan stared, stunned, as Claire melted, gasping and sobbing with pleasure.

Emily pulled back slowly, her breath heavy. She lifted her head from between Claire’s thighs, lips glistening, and looked up at Ryan. “It’s time,” she said, with a wink. Her eyes flicked down to Claire, still shuddering in the chair. 

The next thing Ryan knew, Emily was climbing onto the chair, swinging one leg over Claire’s shoulders. She lowered herself without hesitation, pressing herself against Claire’s flushed face, her fingers curling into the back of the blonde’s hair to guide her.

Claire froze for only a second before raw curiosity took over. Her lips parted, her tongue sliding tentatively over Emily’s pussy, earning her a low, throaty moan of approval.

Ryan stepped forward, his cock thick and heavy in his grip. He positioned himself between Claire’s parted knees and slowly pressed the swollen head against her soaked entrance. She gasped into Emily, the sudden intrusion making her body jolt. 

He pushed in, savoring the tight, unfamiliar clutch of her body until he was buried inside her. Claire’s moan vibrated against Emily, making Emily’s hips roll forward in greedy approval.

He began to fuck her in deep, steady strokes, each thrust making her mouth work harder against Emily’s dripping heat. 

Claire’s hands, unsure at first, began to grip Emily’s hips, holding her in place as she licked with more confidence, her movements fueled by the steady pounding Ryan was giving her. 

The air was thick with the wet sounds of sex: the slick slide of Ryan’s cock inside Claire, the obscene, rhythmic lapping of her tongue against Emily, and the breathless gasps spilling from all three of them.

Ryan’s pace quickened, his hips snapping forward in hard, deliberate drives that forced Claire deeper into Emily. Emily’s fingers tangled tighter in Claire’s hair, riding her face with reckless abandon. With every stroke, Claire whimpered against Emily’s cunt. Being taken by a man while tasting another woman for the first time was pushing her to the edge of sensory overload.

Her body locked up suddenly, a strangled cry muffled against Emily’s slick folds. Her pussy clamped hard around Ryan’s cock, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as she came all over him. 

Emily’s own cries overlapped hers, her hips jerking forward as a sharp wave broke over her. A hot, sudden gush splashed across Claire’s mouth and cheeks, soaking her as Emily squirted hard, her head tipping back with a shuddering moan.

The sight of both women coming nearly undid Ryan. His grip tightened on Claire’s hips, his thrusts growing uneven. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum!” he growled, his voice low and desperate.

Emily reacted instantly, scrambling off Claire’s face and yanking the other woman down from the chair onto her knees beside her. Her face was flushed and glistening, strands of hair sticking to her cheeks as she looked up at him with a wicked grin. “Do it, Ryan,” she urged. “Cum in our mouths. Cum on our faces. Cover us!”

That was all it took. Ryan stepped forward, stroking himself, his cock slick and rigid in his fist. The first hot rope painted Emily’s cheek and lips, the next splashing across Claire’s jaw and mouth. He kept going, groaning as he covered both of them in thick streaks, watching it drip down their flushed skin.

Emily turned to Claire, her tongue darting out to collect a streak from her lips before pulling her into a deep, filthy kiss. They shared his taste back and forth, tongues tangling, before licking his seed from each other’s cheeks, chins, and mouths. 

Again and again they traded his cum between them, swallowing some, smearing the rest, until neither of them had a drop left.

Eventually, Claire melted against the chair, still trembling with aftershocks, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in a dazed smile. “Jesus… That was… Wow,” she sighed. “When you first told me what you were doing, Em, I was secretly struggling to understand. Now I completely get it.”

For a brief moment, Emily caught Claire’s eye and offered a subtle, knowing smile that acknowledged the secret now binding the three of them.

Claire’s gaze moved between Emily and Ryan, lingering just long enough to register the shift within herself, a quiet recognition of the woman she’d become over the last hour. The sparkle in her eyes made it absolutely clear that this wouldn’t be the last time the three of them crossed this line together.