I held the phone a long time before I called. The screen was dark again.

I knew what I had done. I had been trying to keep it small, something that had happened once, in someone else’s apartment.

I knew that if I made this call, it would stop being something I could fold away. My nail clicked against the case. I put the phone down. Picked it up again. I could feel that my stomach was tight.

Laura answered on the second ring.

“Hey, you,” she said cheerfully.

“Hi. Are you… busy?”

“Not really. Is something wrong?”

I sat on the edge of the bed, a bit stressed, knees together.

“I talked to Nathan,” I said. “He isn’t thrilled. But he’ll come.”

“Oh,” she said, followed by a small breath, pleased. “So that’s good news, right? He took it all right?”

“He doesn’t know.” The words came out harsher than I wanted. “About us, I mean about Juan, what we did.” I let a short silence fall. “I told him I knew you, that you’d invited both of us, that you and Juan are… open. That he shouldn’t be surprised if you flirted a little.”

Laura was quiet for a second.

“So you didn’t tell him Juan fucked you. And not just a little.”

I felt a heat I knew all too well wash over my body. Eyes closed, I still felt Laura’s heat on my mouth and Juan driving into me, deep enough to take my breath away.

“No,” I said. “I can’t. If I tell him, he’ll leave.”

“Remember why we asked both of you?” Laura said, “It isn’t just for dinner.”

“I know.”

“But Juan…” She paused. “He’ll like it. Knowing Nathan is in the room and has no idea you tasted his cum.”

My face went hot. I remembered the way I sighed when Laura cleaned Juan off my skin and then kissed it into my mouth.

“Laura.”

“Mm.”

“I don’t know what will happen, but neither Juan nor you should even so much as hint at what happened.”

She laughed. “You won’t have to pretend for long. That’s the whole point. You only have to decide if you’re still opening the door.”

I got up and checked the time on my microwave. Nathan would be home soon.

“I’ll keep you posted,” I said.

“Good. Wear something that comes off easily,” she said, bursting into laughter before hanging up without waiting for my answer.

~oOo~

When the sound of a key was heard at the front door, I sprang up to welcome Nathan. I realized I had been sitting there for nearly forty-five minutes, lost in thought and torn between excitement and the urge to cry.

I could tell from his closed expression that he still wasn’t exactly thrilled about the evening.

I tentatively asked, “Are you okay?” as I leaned in to kiss him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, offering his lips mechanically.

“It doesn’t look like it.”

“I’m not really into this dinner at your... friends’ place.”

I panicked. “Look, we can cancel, it’s...”

He cut me off. “No, no, you don’t cancel at the last minute, it’s just not done. It’s just... I’m not excited about it. I don’t know how I’d react if they tried something.”

I tried to regain my composure to convince him (or maybe myself?) “You should look at it as an experience. We won’t do anything, and worst-case scenario, if they do make a move, we just politely say no. It’ll actually add a little spice to our lives. Honestly, it could be a major turn-on to see a beautiful woman coming on to you and then watching you turn her down for me,” I purred with a smile, wrapping my arms around his neck.

This time, he couldn’t help but smile. “She doesn’t stand a chance,” he said before kissing me deeply.

~oOo~

We had been sitting in silence in the Uber for about ten minutes when Nathan leaned toward me to whisper, not wanting the driver to hear, ”Let’s be clear: if they try something and you just want to have a little fun, tease them or whatever, I can accept that, and it might even be exciting. BUT it can’t go any further. No handjobs, no penetration, and certainly no blowjobs.”

I smiled. “Seriously? You’re putting blowjob at the very top of the ‘forbidden’ list?”

He blushed, realizing that, by comparison, the other acts seemed acceptable. “No, it’s just... you’re so talented at that, and no one but me should get to enjoy it.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” I teased him a little. “Am I really that good?”

“You have no idea! But on another level, I can’t even imagine another man getting off between those lips,” he said, gently caressing them. “It would feel like he was claiming your body as his own.”

“So, you consider that you’ve claimed my body?” I asked, feigning offense.

He must have taken it seriously, because he stammered, “No... I... that’s not what I mean... well... I mean, you’re the master of your own body, but...”

Seeing how flustered he was, I burst out laughing, then whispered in his ear, “But, my love, of course my body belongs to you,” before delicately running my tongue along his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine.

~oOo~

We were standing at the foot of the building, one I already knew well.

“Well, when you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go,” Nathan declared before striding forward and pressing the intercom without hesitation.

Laura opened the door, beaming. “Hi, Emma! Nice to meet you, Nathan, Emma’s told me so much about you, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

I looked at Laura from head to toe. She was clearly not wearing an innocent outfit. She was wearing a sheer, pale blouse (two buttons already undone, nothing underneath, as was her habit), a very, very short skirt and she was barefoot.

Juan rose nonchalantly from the armchair where he had been sitting and approached with a confident stride and a long, satisfied smile. “Delighted to meet you both,” he lied.

After we’d shed our coats, we stepped into the apartment, and Nathan stopped in front of the living room table, looking a bit taken aback.

A poker table was set up, with the cards and chips already out.

Laura moved between us, resting her delicate hands on the back of each of our necks and offering a subtle caress. “We figured the best way to break the ice was over a game, I hope you like poker,” she said, before slipping away, gracefully and silently (barefoot), toward the kitchen to get some drinks.

Nathan, looking half-amused and half-worried, remarked, “I hope they aren’t going to suggest strip poker.”

I rolled my eyes heavenward, smiling.

~oOo~

We had arrived about an hour ago and started playing right away, accompanied by delicious homemade cocktails prepared by Laura. The atmosphere was very relaxed, even for Nathan, who seemed to be really hitting it off with Juan. They hadn’t made a move or even dropped a hint, which I thought helped Nathan unwind.

Laura stood up. “Emma, ​​come help me bring out the food, I made tapas. It’s more fun and lets us keep playing. Even if you are losing,” she said, laughing.

She was right, while Nathan was holding his own, my chips seemed to be melting away fast, and I was on the verge of being knocked out of the game.

I went with her, and the moment we stepped into the kitchen, out of sight of our two men, she turned and kissed me languidly. I pushed her away. “No, wait. I told you, Nathan isn’t in the mood at all, I honestly don’t think anything is going to happen tonight.”

Laura smiled, then leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Yeah, I know. You told me. And I told Juan. It turns him on like crazy, and he wants to fuck you even more. He described to me exactly what he was going to do with you and I can say that you will love it. And don’t worry, he asked me to take care of your boyfriend.”

After that exchange, I was flushed, and I foolishly added, “He’s forbidden me from performing oral sex.”

“You never should have told me that,” Laura said, visibly aroused, before grabbing a tray of tapas and rushing into the living room.

A bit bewildered, I grabbed a second tray and followed her. As I awkwardly settled back into my seat, I saw Laura whisper something into his ear; he couldn’t help but suppress a slightly mischievous smile.

“What’s so funny?” Nathan asked affably. “If it’s funny, you have to share it with us.”

“No, that’s between Juan and me,” she shot back instantly, with a smile that would make any straight man melt.

The turn card was just flipped, and I was already staking my last chip.

Juan smiled and doubled the bet. Laura and Nathan folded; the three of them looked at me.

“So, are you calling?” Laura asked with a little smirk.

“Well, no, you guys cleaned me out,” I replied with a laugh.

“Then you check,” Nathan said simply.

“Or you bet something else,” Juan said, staring right at me.

An awkward silence fell; I didn’t dare look at Nathan.

I cleared my throat and tried to maintain a nonchalant attitude. “What do you mean?”

Nathan didn’t let Juan answer. “Hmm... let’s not get carried away, guys.”

Juan turned to Nathan. “Don’t worry, she’s a big girl; she knows how to answer.”

Nathan started to protest, but Juan cut him off immediately. “Relax, I’m kidding—I’m not going to ask her for a blowjob.” He burst out laughing. “I’ll settle for a simple lap dance to stay in the game.”

This time, I looked at Nathan, who was chuckling a bit sheepishly and seemed to be avoiding my gaze.

“So?” Juan asked, staring right at me.

I wanted it so badly. Besides, Nathan had said we could tease them a little, so it still fell within the terms of our agreement.

I looked at my cards. There was a pair of kings on the table, and I held two queens. Two pair of that rank was by far the best hand I’d had since the game started, and I was also hoping the final card would be a queen.

Besides, Juan had been bluffing from the start of the game, I just hadn’t had the nerve to call his bluff.

“Okay,” I finally said. “But if I win, on top of your chips, you have to give Nathan a lap dance.”

Laura burst out laughing.

“Hey,” Nathan said, looking at me.

That little exchange had clearly eased the tension a bit.

Juan kept smiling at me and simply said, “Deal.”

He flipped over the last card. A queen. I looked at him triumphantly and revealed my cards, since I’d been the last one to raise, announcing, “Three of a kind: queens.”

Without taking his eyes off me, he laid his cards on the table. Two kings, four of a kind.

He triumphantly raked in his chips right in front of me; I was a little annoyed at having been outplayed.

Then he tapped on his phone, and sensual music began to fill the room.

“Now, I want my cash prize,” he said simply.

“Hmm...” Nathan began, before stopping himself; he was clearly uncomfortable with how the evening was unfolding.

I looked at him. “A bet’s a bet, it’s just a lap dance, don’t worry, and enjoy the view.”

I figured, if I was going to do it, I might as well go all out. I stood up and walked around the table, trying to move as sensually as possible to the rhythm of the music. When I reached Juan, I exaggeratedly straddled his chair to sit on his lap, facing him.

I began to sway my body, one hand on Juan’s shoulder, the other in my hair, trying to mimic the kind of striptease moves you see in movies, though I wasn’t sure if the result was quite as convincing.

Then I felt his large hands land on my buttocks and pull me against him in one swift motion. I let out a small gasp of surprise.

My hips were now positioned over his, and I could clearly feel his arousal.

“Keep moving like that, beautiful, I want you to imagine me fucking you.”

His hands were still gripping my ass firmly, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on. My body began to sway instinctively, and he buried his face between my breasts. I felt his hungry mouth begin to roam over my skin. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

I absolutely had to regain control of the situation—especially since I kept thinking about Nathan watching the scene.

In a moment of clarity, I gently pulled away and straddled him, turning my back to him.

“The song is almost over,” I thought. “I can put a stop to this before things go too f...”

I glanced toward Nathan, though I could no longer see him clearly. Laura had climbed onto his lap and started the same dance I’d been doing.

Juan took advantage of my momentary hesitation to pull me up and shove me toward the table, where I ended up bent over, facing Nathan and Laura. I instantly felt his pelvis, or rather, his erection, pressing against my exposed backside, his large hands gripping my hips.

“I’m really going to enjoy this,” he said proudly.

Nathan, who could partially see what was happening, tried to stop it. “Wait... she...”

Juan cut him off and turned to Laura. “Why don’t you suck him off so he can enjoy the show properly?”

Laura replied with an enthusiastic “Yes, Sir!” before disappearing under the table. All I could see was the top of her head emerging from between my future husband’s legs.

A slightly panicked Nathan made a halfhearted attempt to push Laura away. “Wait... I...”

Juan laughed. “You’d better let her suck you off, because no matter what, I’m going to take great pleasure in fucking your pretty little fiancée right in front of you.”

Juan’s hand clamped firmly onto my neck, pinning me against the table, his other hand lifted my skirt, pushed aside my panties, and roughly thrust two fingers inside me. I was already soaking wet, and a long moan escaped my lips.

“Look at your man and beg me to fuck you,” he exclaimed loudly.

His hand on my neck loosened its grip just enough to grab my hair firmly and force my head up toward Nathan. His other hand, clearly expert, caressed me effectively, focusing now on my clitoris.

Nathan and I locked eyes, caught between pleasure and pain. Nathan tried to speak ”Emma... you... should... aaah,” but couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Beg, and I’ll fuck you hard. You know I can,” said Juan

Nathan was too far away to catch that last part, and I couldn’t hold back a “fuck me, please.”

He chuckled, and without letting go of my hair, he undid his trousers with his other hand. Soon I felt his hand push my panties aside again, and he thrust inside all the way in one go, making the table shift slightly and knocking over a few stacks of chips.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

I obeyed without thinking, feeling him grip them firmly. I was at his mercy. Hair pulled, hands pinned behind my back, and I was aroused like never before.

He began to fuck me just as he said he would, withdrawing slowly before thrusting back in, each time a little more brutally than the last, making the table shake each time.

“You... you’re... too rough with her,” Nathan managed to stammer between groans.

Juan laughed. “Look at her face, I can’t see it, but I’m sure you’ll see she likes it,” he said before thrusting in roughly again. “Being used like a fucktoy.”

I let out a long moan.

My vision was blurred, likely because my eyes were rolling back slightly, but I could still see my lover’s face, torn between the pain of watching another man fuck me like this and the pleasure of Laura’s lips as she continued her passionate up-and-down rhythm.

The pain. That pain in his eyes, which, under any other circumstance, would have broken my heart, was actually building a massive orgasm inside me.

“Re... remember. No... blow... job,” Nathan managed to say before letting out a long, guttural groan and placing his hand on Laura’s head, a sign that he was releasing his pleasure into her mouth.

Beyond the obvious hypocrisy he was displaying, the renewal of that prohibition only heightened my desire to feel Juan’s cock between my lips.

Juan was fucking me violently now, without restraint, and it wasn’t long before I followed Nathan, feeling my body torn apart from the inside by a massive orgasm. My head spun and I briefly lost consciousness, only regaining my senses, barely noticing him pull out, his cock still glistening and hard. Laura joined him, wiping her mouth, and bent over the table right next to me.

Juan positioned himself behind her; after lifting her skirt, he fucked her almost as brutally as he had me, his hands gripping her hips. I instinctively placed one of my hands on hers; she grabbed it without hesitation, smiling at me between Juan’s powerful thrusts. She didn’t let go of my hand until she reached orgasm. Sweaty and catching her breath, she remained bent over, looking at me and smiling. It was an incredibly erotic sight that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from.

Then I remembered where I was, and the fact that Nathan was right there across from me. I turned my head, but he was looking away, as if ashamed. Ashamed, no doubt, of having given in to temptation with Laura.

“I... I’ll be right back, I’m going to freshen up,” he said, standing up and walking briskly toward the bathroom.

Juan watched him go, and the moment he disappeared, he turned to me. “Perfect timing, I couldn’t have asked for better.”

He pulled me close and guided me down to my knees in front of him. “I’m at my limit, I need to cum. And it’s going to be in your mouth.”

I tried to protest, ”But... I promised him no blowjobs, I can’t do that,” though even I didn’t believe it myself.

“That’s exactly why you’re going to do it. And you’re going to do it fast, before he comes back.”

He grabbed my head and pulled it toward his cock, which slid between my lips without any resistance. The immediate suction left Juan in no doubt that I was aroused. Feeling my own fluids mingling with Laura’s on this virile man’s cock only heightened my desire, and I tried to take as much of him in as I could.

I soon felt Laura’s gentle hand rest on the back of my head, helping me go a little deeper. “He gave you a powerful orgasm, it’s only fair you return the favor,” Laura whispered in my ear just as I felt Juan’s cock throbbing in my mouth. He let out a loud groan, trying to stifle it with his hand, as he emptied himself completely into my mouth.

A few moments later, he pulled away, and I tried to catch all the semen spilling from my mouth so as not to leave a trace.

I got back to my feet as best I could, helped by a smiling Laura, and finished wiping my mouth and getting dressed. Laura looked at me with eyes sparkling with pleasure and wrapped her arms around my neck to give me a hug. Surprised at first, I smiled and hugged her back.

~oOo~

I knocked on the bathroom door and tentatively said, “My love,” thinking I heard the sound of sniffling.

“What?” came a soft reply.

“Come out. Let’s go home,” I said.

The door unlocked, revealing Nathan with red-rimmed eyes. My heart sank. He must have noticed, because he grabbed me and pulled me into a tight embrace.

A few moments later, we were back in an Uber. We had left without even saying goodbye to Laura and Juan.

After a while, Nathan spoke without looking at me: “It was good, but I never want to go through that again,” he said, gently taking my hand.

“Same here,” I lied.

----

I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Please like, comment, and favorite this story. It encourages me a lot to keep going! 😉
And most importantly, don't forget to Follow me as an author so you don't miss any new stories.
Ps: Check my bio for easier navigation through my stories