They chatted casually, finishing their drinks as we sat together on the couch, me tucked between them in our living room. My husband leaned back with his whiskey in hand, Tom laughing at some joke I barely registered, his gaze flicking to me every so often. My stomach twisted watching my lover sit so close, knowing he could reveal my secret anytime and blow apart my already fractured marriage.
"You know," my husband began, his voice almost teasing, "Tom here enjoys reading your erotic stories. He told me he's quite a fan."
My heart skipped a beat as I cast a glance at Tom. He smiled, a hint of something dark behind it—something that made my skin prickle and my clit throb.
"Yeah," Tom replied, his gaze fixed on me with unnerving intensity. "I've been following your writing for quite some time. Really… captivating work."
My husband leaned in, intrigued, the usual gleam in his eye whenever he got too comfortable with his own fantasies. "So, which one's your favorite?"
Tom didn't miss a beat, his gaze never leaving mine. "All You Need."
My breath hitched. That story. It was the one about the time I'd given my husband a blowjob on the hotel balcony where we could easily be seen, back when we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Hearing Tom say that title and knowing the intimate details I had put into those words felt like someone reading my diary out loud. My cheeks flushed pink, and I couldn't stop my gaze from flicking nervously between them.
My husband grinned, clearly entertained. "Ah, that one. Yeah, those were some wild times, weren't they?" He winked at me, his voice slipping into a teasing drawl. "Honey, why don't you show Tom just how good you are?" His tone was casual, but full of the rush he got from these games—a thrill that bothered me and excited him.
"What?" I stammered, my voice barely steady as heat crept up my neck.
Tom's gaze met mine, carrying a hint of hesitation. But he was not backing down. His eyes remained steady, curious, as if he were trying to gauge how far we'd go with this.
"Come on, it's not like you haven't sucked another guy's cock in front of me before," my husband teased, his playful wink hinting at our past swinging adventures. But this felt different… We'd only ever done this with other couples, not with a single guy like Tom.
I knew how much my husband got turned on watching me with other men—it was his need. In the past, I'd mostly done it for him, but this time… I actually wanted it.
I fidgeted, my breath catching as Tom's gaze bore into me, his smile carrying that daring edge. And then it hit me—they'd planned this! They had to have. It was the only thing that made sense. Fuckers. Fine, I could play along. The truth was, I wanted to let myself go just a little further with Tom. And now, with my husband's blessing, I had the perfect excuse to give in.
My husband's hand moved slowly, pushing my dress higher, and I didn't resist. "Come on, honey," he murmured, his voice low, coaxing. "No need to be shy."
There wasn't an ounce of shyness left as I met Tom's gaze, a wicked smile tugging at my lips. I knew he was watching, taking in every shift of fabric as my husband's fingers slipped beneath my dress, finding the molten heat waiting for them. But my mind was already drifting, lost in the thought of Tom's touch, his fingers sliding into my warm wetness. And from the glint in his eyes, Tom knew exactly what I was thinking.
"You're shaking," my husband groaned, assuming it was excitement. He had no idea what I was really feeling—the way my gaze locked onto Tom's, intense and bold. Tom held my stare, catching the silent dare in my eyes, deciding if he'd take the bait. His smirk grew as he leaned back, testing just how far I would go.
My husband chuckled, completely oblivious to the silent tension building between Tom and me. "See? Nothing to be shy about," he murmured, circling his thumb over my swollen bud with practiced ease, while Tom's gaze trailed over every inch of my body, watching the way I responded.
"Mmm," my husband hummed. "You're so fucking wet. Dripping." His words felt almost like a tease directed at Tom.
Tom held my gaze, his eyes darkening with something far more intense than curiosity. My pulse quickened, a low tension simmering inside me under the weight of his stare. He was studying us both, waiting—no, challenging me to be the one to close the distance.
As the atmosphere heated up, my husband was completely absorbed in his own pleasure, his focus entirely on my arousal. With each slow stroke, he teased my inner walls, his thumb pressing just right on my button, making me squirm.
"Let's get her out of this dress," my husband glanced at Tom, inviting him to join in on the fun.
I looked at Tom, catching the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants. With a slow tilt of my head, I gave him the look that said come and get it, feeling a delicious thrill ripple through me as the temptation lingered in the air.