The week after their first night with Joe had been a slow, delicious burn. Carrie’s phone buzzed constantly with little discreet notifications that made her cheeks flush and her thighs press together, no matter where she was. Joe texted like he did everything else: measured, teasing, always leaving her wanting more.

Monday evening:  

Joe: Thinking about that talented mouth of yours, darling. The way you swallowed me down… exquisite.  

Carrie: God, Joe. I haven’t stopped thinking about your tongue. Or how you made me cum so hard.  

Joe: Good girls get rewarded. Call me Daddy when you’re ready to be spoiled properly.

Tuesday afternoon:  

Carrie: Daddy… is that what you want?  

Joe: Very much. Say it again when you’re touching yourself tonight. Tell Daddy how wet you are remembering my tongue.

Wednesday night, after she’d sent him a discreet photo of her fingers slick from masturbating:  

Joe: Perfect. Friday, you’ll have the real thing inside you. Wear nylons like we discussed earlier. And tell Rick I’m looking forward to giving him the show he’s been craving.

By Thursday, Carrie was restless and distracted, often snapping at small things at work, then apologizing with a secret smile when she checked her phone again. Rick noticed, of course. He loved it. Every time she bit her lip at a new message, his cock stirred. He’d stroke himself in the shower, imagining her reading Joe’s words, knowing the older man was stoking the fire in his wife from afar.

Friday evening finally arrived. Rick stood behind Carrie in their bedroom, zipping up the back of her dress.  It was a black dress with a deep V-neck and a hem that barely reached mid-thigh. Underneath, as requested by Joe earlier in the week, sheer black panties that hid almost nothing, a lacy garter belt holding up seamless sheer nylons. No bra, making her nipples press visibly against the thin fabric when she got excited, which was already happening.

Rick’s hands lingered at her waist, pulling her back against him. “You look incredible, stunning even,” he murmured, kissing the side of her neck. His fingers traced the garter straps through the dress.

Carrie leaned into him, eyes half-closed. “I can’t stop thinking about him, Rick. All week… his texts, the way he calls me darling, telling me to call him Daddy…” She shivered. “I need him inside me. I’ve been aching for it since last weekend.”

Rick’s cock hardened against her ass. “I know. I’ve seen the messages you’ve shown me. It’s been driving me crazy knowing how much you want him.”

She turned in his arms, pressing close. “You’re really okay with this? With everything?”

He kissed her deeply, tasting her excitement. “More than okay. I want to watch him take you, Carrie. I want to see you lose yourself on that cock you’ve been fantasizing about.  It's the fantasy we imagined all those weeks ago finally coming true.”

Her breath hitched. “God, yes.”

They drove out past the city limits, the skyline fading into rolling hills and gated estates. Joe’s mansion appeared at the end of a long, tree-lined drive.  It was modern yet timeless, all glass and stone, lights glowing warmly against the dusk. Rick pulled up to the mansion and parked, where two women waited at the entrance as they exited the car.

They were stunning, both looking like they were in their mid-twenties, with flawless figures showcased in classic French maid outfits: short black satin dresses with plunging necklines, white lace aprons tied tight around tiny waists, with hems that barely covered the lace tops of their stockings. Black heels, seamed stockings, and little white caps completed the look. Professional, yet undeniably provocative.

One of the young women stepped forward with a warm smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Langford, welcome. Mr. Joe is expecting you. I’m Tinker; this is Sophia. May we take your coats?”

Carrie handed over her light wrap, feeling a thrill as the women’s eyes flicked appreciatively over her dress, lingering on the sheer nylons. Tinker led them inside and through a marble foyer into a grand dining room that took Rick’s breath away.  The dining room held a long mahogany table, set for three beneath a glittering chandelier, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking manicured gardens.

Joe rose from the head of the table as they entered, looking every bit the distinguished host in a tailored charcoal shirt open at the collar, silver hair perfectly styled, his short beard trimmed to perfection. His hazel eyes lit up when he saw Carrie, his gaze focused on her as they entered and approached.

“Darling,” he said, voice warm and rich as he crossed to her. He took her hands, pulling her in for a slow kiss, which was deeper than it was polite, his tongue brushing hers just enough to make her knees weak. Then he turned to Rick, shaking his hand firmly. “Good to see you both. Come, sit. Dinner is ready.”

Tinker and Sophia served dinner effortlessly, from the chilled champagne, to a light salad, and ending with perfectly seared filets with truffle risotto.  They moved with graceful efficiency, their outfits whispering as they bent to pour wine or clear plates. Carrie caught Rick staring once or twice; she squeezed his thigh under the table, her own pulse racing at the subtle eroticism of it all.  She wasn’t bothered, as she knew that Joe was doing the same with her.

Conversation flowed easily throughout dinner. At first, it was topics such as work, travel, a shared laugh about the parking-lot confession from their first night. But tension simmered beneath every word and glance Joe sent Carrie’s way.

As Sophia cleared the dessert plates (a rich chocolate torte they’d barely touched), Joe leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Carrie.

“Dessert was delightful,” he said, voice dropping to that low, commanding register. “But I have something far sweeter in mind.”

Carrie’s breath caught. Rick’s hand tightened on his glass.

Joe stood, moving around the table to stand behind her chair. His hands settled on her shoulders, thumbs brushing her bare skin. “Stand up, darling.”

She did, legs slightly shaky. Joe’s fingers found the zipper of her dress, drawing it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric parted, and he eased it off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.

She stood there in just the sheer black panties, garter belt, and nylons. Carrie's nipples were hard and pointed, with a damp patch between her legs visible to everyone in the room.

Joe admired her openly, then guided her toward the table, leading her by the hand back to his seat. “Lie back for me, Carrie. Right here.”

The maids had discreetly cleared a space without Rick or Carrie noticing. Tinker and Sophia lingered near the side of the room, watching with open eyes that didn’t hide their interest.

Carrie climbed onto the table, reclining on the crisp white linen as Joe positioned her at the edge before him, while Joe sat down in his chair. She spread her legs willingly, heels resting on the arms of his chair, nylons gleaming under the chandelier.

Joe leaned down and inhaled deeply, with excitement in his eyes. “There’s my dessert,” he said with a wide smile as he looked at Carrie’s face.

Rick sat frozen to her right, pulse hammering, cock already straining against his trousers as Tink and Sophia lingered quietly near the side of the room, watching with professionalism, yet unable to hide the subtle flush on their cheeks.

Joe leaned forward, inhaling deeply. “I’ve been craving this scent all week, darling.” His voice was low, commanding. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above the lace stocking top, then another higher, working inward with deliberate patience.

Carrie’s breath hitched as his mouth finally reached the damp fabric. Joe dragged his tongue slowly up the center of her panties, the pressure firm enough to part her lips beneath the sheer material. She moaned, hips lifting toward him.

“God, Daddy… please…”

Joe hummed approval against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble. He licked again, broader this time, tasting her through the lace while his strong hands held her thighs open. The fabric grew soaked, clinging transparently to every fold.  Rick swallowed hard, with his hand drifting downward to his zipper.

Joe glanced up, eyes locking on Rick for a moment before returning to Carrie. With careful fingers he hooked the waistband of her panties and drew them down her legs, slowly moving them over the nylons, letting them dangle from one ankle before tossing them on the floor.

He kissed his way back up her thighs, slowly kissing along her inner thighs, pausing to suck lightly at the sensitive crease where nylon met skin. When he reached her bare pussy, he paused, admiring. “Look how ready you are for me.”

Carrie whimpered, fingers gripping the edge of the table.

Joe moved higher, leaning over her to nurse a nipple between his lips. He sucked gently, then harder, teeth grazing the stiff peak as his hand cupped her other breast. Carrie arched into him, moaning softly, her eyes flicking to Rick and watching his every move.

After lavishing attention on both nipples until they were shiny, erect and aching for more, Joe pulled back. He looked at Rick. “Come taste your wife, Rick. She’s dripping.”

Rick leaned forward instinctively, but Carrie’s hand shot out, pressing lightly against his chest.

“No,” she said breathlessly, eyes glazed with need. “Not yet. Daddy does it better. You just watch… and stroke yourself for me.”

The words hit Rick like a jolt. It was denial laced with raw desire. His cock throbbed as he obeyed, freeing himself from the strain of his pants, his hand slowly gripping the bare skin and beginning to pump slowly.

Joe’s smile was slow, approving. “That’s my good girl.” He turned to Rick, voice calm but authoritative. “Come closer, Rick. Right here beside me. Watch a master work.”

Rick rose on shaky legs and moved to stand next to Joe’s chair, close enough to see everything, from the glistening pink folds to the way Carrie’s clit swelled under Joe’s gaze.

Joe draped Carrie’s nylon-clad legs over his broad shoulders, the sheer fabric sliding against his shirt. He lowered his mouth to her, starting with one long, deliberate lick from entrance to clit. Carrie cried out, back arching off the table.  Then he devoured her.

His tongue was precise, using broad strokes followed by tight circles around her clit, then dipping inside to taste her fully. He sucked gently, then harder, flicking the tip of his tongue in the exact rhythm that had shattered her mind and body last weekend. Two thick fingers slid inside her easily, curling upward to stroke her G-spot in perfect sync.

Carrie’s moans filled the room, her voice becoming high, desperate, and unrestrained. Her hands flew to Joe’s silver hair, gripping tightly as her hips rocked against his face. “Daddy… oh fuck, yes… right there… that’s what I have been craving all week…”

Rick stroked faster, eyes wide, memorizing every detail: the way Joe’s beard glistened with her wetness, how his fingers pumped steadily, the way Carrie’s thighs trembled in their nylons.

It didn’t take long. The week of buildup, the teasing texts, the luxury of the night.  All of it crashed over her at once. Carrie’s entire body tensed, thighs clamping around Joe’s head as she came hard, crying out his name, “Daddy!” as her pussy pulsed against his tongue.

Joe didn’t stop until she was shaking, oversensitive, pushing back weakly at his face. Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, beard soaked, a satisfied smile on his face as he glanced over at Rick with a smile.

He pressed one last soft kiss to her clit, making her jerk, then looked up at her. “Light dessert,” he murmured. “The main course of dessert comes just a little later.”

Carrie lay panting, chest heaving, eyes locked on Joe with pure adoration.

Rick’s hand slowed, edging himself, knowing the night had only just begun.

Joe eased Carrie up from the table, steadying her with a strong arm around her waist as her legs wobbled. She was flushed, glowing, her nylons slightly askew from where his shoulders had pressed. He kissed her once, slowly and possessively, then turned to Rick again with a satisfied smile.

“Shall we move somewhere more comfortable?” he asked, voice smooth.

Rick nodded, tucking himself away with effort, his cock still aching from the show.

Joe led them down a wide hallway lit by soft sconces, Tink and Sophia trailing discreetly behind like elegant shadows. At the end of the hall, double doors opened into a master suite that felt more like a private wing: vaulted ceiling, a massive four-poster bed draped in deep gray satin sheets, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors along one wall that reflected everything from multiple angles.

Carrie drew a gasp as she entered, though as she looked to the side of the room where there were two walk-in closets.  Their doors were already open, revealing row upon row of exquisite lingerie in every color and style. Lace, silk, satin, all organized neatly and apparently ready for use.

Joe gestured grandly. “A small collection. Gifts from travels, admirers, a few designers who owe me favors.” He turned to Carrie. “Try on whatever catches your eye, darling. Model for us.”

Carrie’s eyes sparkled. She slipped off her heels and padded barefoot across the plush carpet, still in just garter and nylons, completely unselfconscious now, excited at the thought of wearing something for Joe, and Rick.

First, she selected a sheer black babydoll with delicate lace cups and a matching thong. She stepped into it behind a half-open door, then emerged, twirling slowly. The fabric floated around her thighs, nipples visible through the lace, the thong barely covering anything.

Joe leaned against the bedpost, arms crossed appreciatively. “Stunning. Turn again, but slowly this time.”

Rick sat in a velvet armchair angled toward the mirrors, unable to look away as Carrie obeyed, arching her back to show off the way the hem lifted to reveal the curve of her ass.

Joe stepped forward, running his hands along her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “Beautiful, but let’s try something bolder.”

Next was a crimson lace corset with built-in garters and sheer stockings already attached. Carrie let Joe lace her into it, his fingers deliberate at her back. When she turned, the corset cinched her waist dramatically, pushing her breasts high, the sheer cups leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Fuck,” Rick breathed, palming himself again.

Carrie posed in front of the mirror, hands on hips, then bent forward slightly, watching herself in the mirror as Joe moved behind her.  His hands slid over the lace, cupping her breasts before pinching her nipples until she moaned softly.

Sophia appeared silently with a glass of water for Carrie; Tink adjusted a light to better catch the reflections. Neither woman batted an eye.  This was clearly not their first time witnessing Joe’s private fashion shows.

The third piece was a sleek black teddy with strategic cutouts. It was crotchless with lace panels that framed her pussy and nipples perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination. Carrie stepped into it, adjusting the straps, then walked a slow circle around the room, hips swaying. She paused in front of Rick, close enough that he could smell her arousal, then turned and bent over the bed, looking back over her shoulder at Joe. She knew that she had command of the room at this moment.

Joe’s eyes darkened. He moved behind her, running a hand down her spine, fingers tracing the open crotch. “This one,” he said, voice rougher now. “This is the one we keep on.”

He pulled her back against him, one hand splayed possessively over her stomach, the other cupping her mound through the open lace. In the mirrors, Rick could see everything that was going on: Joe’s silver head bending down to kiss her neck, Carrie’s eyes half-closed in bliss, her body arching into the touch as she lets out a soft sigh of enjoyment.

Joe met Rick’s gaze in the reflection. “She looks perfect, doesn’t she?”

Rick could only nod, rubbing himself slowly through his pants.  The sight of his wife displayed and claimed like this burning into his memory as he slowly stripped out of his pants.

Carrie turned in Joe’s arms, pressing close. “Take me to bed, Daddy,” she whispered, just loud enough for Rick to hear.

Joe guided Carrie to the massive bed, the black crotchless teddy hugging her body like a second skin. The satin sheets were cool against her knees as she crawled onto the bed, the fabric whispering under her nylons. Rick sat in the velvet armchair angled perfectly for the mirrors, every inch of the bed reflected from multiple views and giving him a perfect view.

Joe stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt fully now, revealing the broad, silvered chest Carrie had worshipped the week before. “On all fours for me, darling,” he said, voice low and authoritative. “Show us that beautiful ass.”

Carrie obeyed eagerly, positioning herself on hands and knees, her back arched and her ass high. The teddy’s cutouts left her completely exposed with her pussy still glistening from the dining table, her lips swollen and pink. In the mirrors, Rick could see it all: the way her breasts hung heavy in the lace, nipples straining, her face flushed with anticipation as she looked back over her shoulder at Joe.

Joe knelt behind her, running his large hands slowly up the backs of her nylon-clad thighs, his thumbs tracing the garter straps slowly. “Such a perfect view,” he murmured. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to one cheek, then the other, before spreading her gently with his thumbs. Carrie moaned as his tongue traced her from clit to entrance, then higher, teasing the tight ring of her ass with a slow, deliberate circle.

She gasped, pushing back instinctively. “Daddy…”

Joe chuckled against her skin. “Soon, darling. I’ll claim this too. But tonight, I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He licked again, firmer this time, making her tremble. His fingers slid into her pussy easily, curling and pumping slowly while his tongue continued its teasing exploration of her ass.

Rick gripped his cock lightly and stroked himself steadily, eyes darting between the live view and the mirrors.  His eyes focused on Joe’s silver head buried between his wife’s cheeks and seeing Carrie’s face contort with pleasure in the reflection. Her moans grew louder, more desperate.

Joe reached down to the teddy’s open crotch and carefully peeled the lace panel aside, exposing her even more. With deliberate slowness, he slid two fingers into her pussy again, pumping while his thumb circled her clit. Carrie rocked back against him, chasing the sensation.

Then Joe straightened slightly, gathering wetness on his fingers and rubbing it on the panel. “Here,” he said, tossing the soaked lace panel he’d peeled from the teddy across the room. It landed in Rick’s lap.  Rick picked it up, feeling it warm and slick with Carrie’s arousal, before bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He wrapped the fabric around his cock, stroking through the damp lace, eyes never leaving the bed.

Carrie glanced back, watching Rick through heavy-lidded eyes. Joe leaned over her, his phone in hand. “There’s something you should know, Rick,” he said casually, unlocking the screen and holding it so both could see.

The messaging app was open to photos of excerpts from his messages with Carrie.

WEDNESDAY:

Joe: Wear the sheer panties and nylons on Friday.  And the garter. I want a perfect showing before I finally fuck you.

Carrie: Yes, Daddy. I’ll be dripping for you.

THURSDAY:

Joe: Tell me what you want most.

Carrie: Your cock inside me. Deep. While Rick watches and strokes. I want him to see how much better you feel.  How much you stretch me.

Rick’s breath caught, a mix of shock and raw arousal flooding him. They’d planned this all week. He didn’t know the extent of the texting, but he knew this was the plan for the night, but to see the texts only heightened his arousal. His hand moved faster on his cock, the lace slick against his skin.

Joe set the phone aside. “She’s been mine all week in her mind,” he said, voice calm but possessive. “Tonight, I will make it real.”

Joe returned his attention to Carrie as his fingers slid back into hers. He was using three now, stretching her gently while his other hand rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger. He worked her slowly, expertly, building her back up without letting her tip over. Every time she got close, he eased off, causing her to edge.

Carrie whimpered, pushing back against his hand. “Please, Daddy… I need more…”

Joe sucked a nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing lightly as his fingers curled inside her.  His thumb circled her clit in tight, perfect circles. He brought her to the edge again and again, causing her body to tremble, her breath coming in sobs, and her nylons whispering against the satin as she writhed.

In the mirrors, Rick saw everything: Joe’s strong hand working between her legs, Carrie’s face in the reflection; her mouth open in pleasure, eyes glassy with need. The room smelled of her arousal, thick and heady.

Finally, Carrie broke. “Daddy, please… let me suck your cock. I need to taste you. Please…”

Joe withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to her lips. She sucked them clean eagerly, eyes locked on his.

He stood, unbuckling his belt with deliberate calm. “Since you asked me so nicely, darling.”

Carrie turned on the bed, staying on all fours, her ass still toward Rick as she faced Joe’s zipper. Her makeup was already smudged from earlier, her red lipstick was faded, but her hunger was sharper than ever.

Joe allowed his trousers to fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, allowing his thick cock to stand out proudly; the veined and heavy cock was already slick at the tip from Carrie’s earlier teasing. He stood at the edge of the bed, one hand stroking himself lazily as Carrie crawled forward on all fours, the crotchless teddy framing her like a gift.

She looked up at him through smudged mascara, eyes bright with hunger. “May I, Daddy?”

Joe cupped her chin, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. “Slowly at first, darling. Show your husband how much you crave Daddy’s cock.”

Carrie parted her lips and took the head into her mouth with a soft and almost reverent hum. Her tongue swirled around the ridge, lapping up the bead of precum, savoring the taste she’d craved all week. She sank lower, inch by inch, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her saliva pooled quickly, and when she pulled back, a glistening string connected her lips to his tip.

Rick watched from the chair, stroking in time, the mirrors giving him every angle. He watched as Carrie’s auburn hair fell across her face, her back arched, her ass still high in the air as it wiggled side to side.

Joe threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding gently. “Deeper, sweetheart. Take all of Daddy.”

Carrie relaxed her throat and did exactly that, nose pressing against the silvered hair at his base. She held him there, swallowing around his length, the muscles of her throat massaging him. Joe groaned low, hips flexing slightly. When she pulled back, gasping, spit trailed down her chin and dripped onto her breasts, darkening the lace.

“Good girl,” Joe praised, voice rougher now. “Again. Make it messy. I want to see that pretty makeup ruined.”

She dove back in with enthusiasm, her sucking becoming faster, more sloppy and more eager. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as she bobbed, gagging softly when he hit the back of her throat but never stopping. Drool spilled freely, coating his shaft, running over his balls. She pulled off to lick them, sucking one gently into her mouth while her hand pumped him in twisting strokes.

Joe’s head tipped back for a moment, then he looked down at her, then across to Rick. “Look at your wife, Rick. Look how perfectly she worships my cock.  The cock she told me she craved all week”

Rick’s breath was ragged; he nodded and started stroking harder, the sight of Carrie’s ruined lipstick smeared along Joe’s length pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

Carrie moaned around Joe, the vibration making his thighs tense. She took him deep again and again, tears from the effort streaking her cheeks with her mascara. Spit dripped onto the satin sheets beneath her. She was a beautiful mess and completely lost in the act.

Joe’s grip tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm. “That’s it… just like that, darling. Show me how much you need this cock inside you.”

She whimpered in agreement, the sound muffled, her free hand slipping between her own thighs to rub her clit through the open teddy. Her hips rocked, chasing friction, as she sucked harder, faster.

Joe’s breathing grew heavier, but he held control. “Slow now,” he commanded softly, easing her off. A thick strand of saliva stretched from her lips to his glistening cock before breaking. Carrie looked up at him, lips puffy and shiny, eyes pleading.

“Please, Daddy… I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Joe smiled as his thumb wiped a tear from her cheek. “Maybe another time, sweetheart. Tonight, I’m going to bury myself in that perfect pussy while your husband watches every thrust in the mirrors.”

Carrie shivered at the thought, licking her lips clean, tasting him still.  Joe guided Carrie onto her back in the center of the vast satin-covered bed, the gray sheets cool and slick against her heated skin. The mirrors on the side walls captured everything as she moved.  Her legs in sheer nylons, the black crotchless teddy framing her swollen pussy, the way her nipples strained against the lace, makeup beautifully ruined from worshipping his cock.

Rick remained in the velvet armchair, cock in hand, eyes wide as Joe positioned himself between her thighs. The older man’s body was a study in mature power, the broad shoulders, the silvered chest hair, his strong arms that had lived a full life and were soon going to claim his wife with shared desires.

Joe leaned down, capturing Carrie’s mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue swept against hers, letting her taste the lingering traces of their earlier play. She moaned into him, hands roaming his back, pulling him closer.

“Ready for me, darling?” he murmured against her lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, voice trembling with need. “I’ve been aching for you all week. Please… fuck me.”

Joe straightened, kneeling between her spread legs. He gripped the base of his thick cock, rubbing the head slowly up and down her slick folds.  His cock was coated in her wetness, teasing her clit with the tip until she whimpered and lifted her hips.

In the mirrors, Rick saw it all: the way Carrie’s pussy lips parted eagerly, glistening, desperate. Joe’s shaft looked thick against her, slightly larger than Rick’s, but heavier and the head flushed dark and leaking.

Joe locked eyes with Rick first. “Watch closely. This is what she’s been craving.”

Then he turned to Carrie, hazel eyes burning. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Her green eyes looked up at him with lust as Joe pressed forward. The head breached her slowly, stretching her open inch by inch. Carrie gasped out a low and throaty moan as he sank deeper. Her pussy gripped him visibly in the mirror’s reflection, fluttering around his girth.

“Oh fuck… Daddy… you feel so big,” she gasped, back arching off the sheets.

Joe paused halfway, letting her adjust to his size, one hand splaying over her lower stomach as if feeling himself inside her. “That’s it… take every inch. Your mind desires this cock.”

He pushed forward again slowly until he was fully seated with his balls pressed against her ass. Carrie cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist in nylons that slid easily against his skin.

Rick stroked faster, mesmerized by the sight before him. In the side mirrors he could see Joe’s ass flexing, the base of his cock disappearing completely into his wife. Carrie’s face in the opposite reflection was pure ecstasy with her mouth open and her eyes rolling back.

Joe began to move after Carrie relaxed.  His movements were slow at first, using long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting them both feel every ridge and vein. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room, obscene and perfect. Carrie’s moans grew louder with each thrust, her breasts bouncing in the lace teddy.

“Tell him,” Joe commanded, voice rough but controlled. “Tell your husband how great this feels.”

Carrie turned her head toward Rick, eyes locking on his as Joe continued his steady rhythm. “He feels so deep, baby… filling me completely. I’ve needed this… I needed Daddy’s cock all week.”

The words hit Rick like lightning. He groaned, hand flying over his shaft, edging closer with every thrust he witnessed.

Joe smiled, picking up pace. He hooked one of Carrie’s nylon-clad legs over his shoulder, opening her wider. The new angle let him drive even deeper, his hips snapping forward with more force. The bed creaked rhythmically, satin sheets bunching beneath them.

“Look in the mirror,” Joe told her, turning her face gently. “Watch yourself take me.”

Carrie obeyed, eyes widening at the sight of Joe’s powerful body dominating hers.  She watched as his thick cock pistoned in and out, coated in her cream. Her pussy lips clung to him on every withdrawal, stretched tight around his girth.

“Oh God… yes, Daddy… harder,” she begged.

Joe obliged her needs. He gripped her hips and began pounding, giving deep and punishing thrusts that shook her entire body. Her breasts bounced wildly now, nipples rubbing against the lace. One hand slid up to pinch and roll a nipple while the other held her leg high, keeping her spread for both him and Rick’s viewing pleasure.

Joe’s hands left her hips and slid upward, pushing the lace cups of the teddy aside to fully expose her breasts. He cupped them possessively with his thumbs circling her stiff nipples before pinching them hard between his fingers. Carrie cried out at the sharp pleasure-pain, her back arching higher as he twisted and tugged in rhythm with his thrusts. Each pull on her sensitive peaks sent jolts straight to her clit, making her pussy clench tighter around his cock. “These are mine tonight,” he growled low against her ear, rolling one nipple firmly while he slammed into her again and again.

Rick was lost in the spectacle.  Thanks to the multi-angle views from the mirrors, he was able to see every slap of skin on skin and hear every one of Carrie’s cries as they grew louder. His hand moved frantically now as the sight of Joe claiming his wife was so completely overwhelming. He couldn’t hold back; with a strangled groan, he came hard, releasing thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock, most hitting the plush carpet at his feet, a few landing on his thigh.

Joe didn’t slow down when he heard Rick’s groan, and he continued to fuck Carrie toward her own orgasm. Carrie’s cries turned to breathless sobs, oversensitive but still pushing back against him, greedy for more.

Joe’s thrusts grew erratic, getting faster and deeper as he approached his own climax. “Where do you want it, sweetheart?”

“Inside me,” Carrie gasped immediately. “Please, Daddy… fill me up.”

Joe groaned at her words and buried himself to the hilt. His body tensed as he came, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her willing and wanting pussy. Carrie moaned at the sensation, feeling every pulse, her walls milking him dry.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard and lost together in the moment. Joe pressed soft kisses to her neck, her jaw, and then finally her lips, gentle but turning possessive.

When he finally pulled out, a trickle of his cum followed, glistening on her swollen folds in the mirror’s unforgiving light. Joe looked over at Rick, voice satisfied. “Your wife takes me beautifully, doesn’t she?”

Joe glanced down at the floor at Rick’s feet, then beckoned toward the door. Tink appeared in her naughty maid outfit, the bell fastened around her neck jiggling and a warm smile on her face. She knelt gracefully beside Rick’s chair, dabbing his thigh gently with a soft tissue before leaning down to lick the spilled cum from the carpet, slow and unhurried. Rick shuddered at the unexpected intimacy, his spent cock twitching faintly.

Joe placed a gentle hand on Carrie’s thigh. “I plan to take that pretty ass next time. You’ll be ready for me.”

Joe smiled at her before turning and reaching into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small velvet box with a bow. Inside were three purple jeweled plugs, graduated sizes, sparkling under the light.

“Start with the smallest this week,” he instructed, pressing the box into her hand. “Wear it when you think of me. And if you need more preparation…” His smile turned wicked. “Come over any afternoon Rick’s at work. Tink will let you in, and Daddy will take very good care of you.”

Carrie shivered, clutching the box, already imagining it.  She remembered Joe mentioning this in a text yesterday.

Joe collapsed gently beside Carrie on the satin sheets, pulling her into his arms. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their hearts still racing. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, then her lips, the storm of passion giving way to a warm afterglow. Carrie melted against his silvered chest, one nylon-clad leg draped over his thigh, the jeweled plug box clutched loosely in her hand.

Rick sat spent in the armchair, breathing hard, watching them with a mix of exhaustion and deep satisfaction. Tink had finished her discreet cleanup and slipped quietly from the room, leaving the three of them in intimate silence broken only by the soft rustle of sheets.

Joe traced lazy circles on Carrie’s back, his voice a low rumble. “You were perfect, darling. Took every inch like you were made for me.”

Carrie smiled against his skin, eyes half-closed. “I was. God, Daddy… I’ve never felt anything like that.”

Rick shifted, and Joe glanced over, his expression warm but possessive. “Come join us, Rick. She’s still yours too.”

Rick rose on unsteady legs and climbed onto the bed, settling on Carrie’s other side. She turned to kiss him deeply, letting him taste the faint salt of Joe on her lips. Rick wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, feeling the warmth radiating from where Joe had claimed her.

They lay tangled together for a long while as the mirrors reflected the three of them: a view of three lovers, the crotchless teddy disheveled, Carrie’s makeup smudged, Joe’s silver hair tousled.

Eventually, Joe touched the velvet box in Carrie’s hand, using it as a way to once more bring up his desires for what was inside.

“Start with the small one tomorrow,” he said softly.  “Wear it when you think of me. Let it remind you what’s coming.”

Carrie shivered, nodding. “I will, Daddy.”

Joe’s smile turned wicked. “And if you need help… or just crave more… my door’s open any afternoon Rick’s at work. Tink will greet you, show you to the playroom. We’ll try on more lingerie, test toys, get you ready for when I take that gorgeous ass.”

Rick’s cock twitched at the thought of his wife sneaking away to this mansion, possibly skipping work to be trained and prepared by this distinguished older man. Carrie’s eyes lit up, already imagining it.

Joe leaned over to kiss her once more, then sat up, stretching. “Stay as long as you like tonight. The guest suite is yours if you want it. Or…” He glanced at Rick with a raised brow. “Drive home with my cum still inside her. Your choice.”

Carrie laughed softly, snuggling closer to Rick. “I think we’ll go home. I want to feel you both all night.”

They all dressed slowly, with Carrie slipping back into her black dress over the teddy and nylons, Joe helping with the zipper and stealing kisses. Rick watched, content, the jeweled box tucked safely in Carrie’s purse.

At the door, Joe pulled Carrie in for one final deep kiss, his hand possessively on her lower back. Then he shook Rick’s hand firmly, eyes meeting with mutual respect and shared hunger.

“Thank you,” Joe said simply. “For trusting me with her.”

Rick nodded. “Thank you. For… everything.”

Joe smiled. “Next time, we will explore further.”

As they drove home under the stars, Carrie’s hand rested high on Rick’s thigh as she leaned over, whispering, “I can’t wait to wear it for him. And for you to watch again.”

Rick’s grip tightened on the wheel, already hard at the thought.

The night had been everything they’d dreamed of, and only the beginning.

—

As Rick guided the car down the dark, winding road back toward the city, the mansion’s lights faded in the rearview mirror. The air inside was thick with the scent of sex; it was a mixture of Carrie’s arousal, Joe’s cologne, and the faint musk of what they’d just done. Carrie sat close in the passenger seat, her black dress hiked up slightly, nylons whispering as she shifted. The jeweled plug box rested in her lap like a promise.

She reached over, placing a hand high on Rick’s thigh. “You okay, baby?” Her voice was soft, still husky from moaning Joe’s name.

Rick glanced at her, eyes warm in the dashboard glow. “More than okay. That was… incredible.” He paused, swallowing. “Watching him take you like that. Hearing you say those things. I’ve never been so turned on.”

Carrie smiled, scooting closer, her head resting on his shoulder. “I meant every word. But you know it’s us, right? Always us.”

He nodded, free hand finding hers and squeezing. “I know. Joe’s… exciting. But you’re my everything.”

She lifted her head, eyes shining with a smile. “Pull over.”

Rick’s pulse quickened. He spotted a quiet turnout off the rural road; it was secluded with trees shielding them from any passing cars. He eased onto the gravel, killing the engine. The sudden silence was broken only by their breathing.

Carrie unbuckled and leaned across the console, kissing him deeply.  The kiss was slow and loving with Carrie pouring all her affection into it. “I need to take care of you now,” she whispered against his lips. “You’ve been so hard all night, watching Daddy fuck me.”

Rick groaned as she unzipped him, freeing his aching cock. It sprang out, already leaking from the memories.  Carrie shifted as she leaned down into his lap. But first, she took his hand which was on the wheel and guided it under her dress, between her thighs. No panties; Joe had kept them. Rick’s fingers found her pussy immediately.  It was swollen, slick, and overflowing with Joe’s thick cum.

“Feel him inside me,” she breathed. “Feel how he filled me up.”

Rick slid two fingers in easily, the warmth and wetness overwhelming. She was so sensitive that her walls fluttered around him. Joe’s cum coated his fingers, warm and viscous, leaking out as he gently pumped. Carrie gasped, hips rocking slightly.

“You’re so full of him,” Rick murmured, voice thick with awe and arousal. “So stretched. God, Carrie…”

She moaned softly, her hips grinding, riding his fingers for a moment before pulling his hand away and bringing his slick fingers to her lips. She sucked them clean, eyes locked on him before pulling them out and smiling.  Then she lowered her head.

Carrie took Rick into her mouth with a tenderness she reserved only for him.  It was slow at first, her lips soft and warm and her tongue swirling lovingly around the head. This wasn’t the frantic worship she’d given Joe; this was devotion and love. She took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, one hand cupping his balls gently, massaging as she bobbed.

Rick threaded fingers through her hair. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Watching you with him… it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You looked so beautiful taking his cock. The way you came for him…”

Carrie hummed around him, the vibration making him shudder. She picked up the pace gradually. Her free hand stroked the base in perfect sync with her mouth, twisting gently. She pulled back occasionally to lick long stripes up his shaft, flicking the sensitive underside, then plunging down again, taking him to the back of her throat without hesitation.

Rick’s head fell back against the seat. “Carrie… fuck, that’s perfect.”

She gave him everything; the best she’d ever given. Deep, wet suction; soft moans that told him how much she loved doing this for him; eyes looking up occasionally, full of love and mischief. When she felt him tense, she doubled down and started sucking harder, making her hand pump faster with her tongue pressing flat against him.

Rick came with a deep groan, hips lifting slightly as he spilled into her mouth. Carrie swallowed every drop, just like she had with Joe, but slower, almost savoring him until he was spent.

She sat up, licking her lips, and crawled into his arms as best she could across the console. Rick held her tight, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“We’re still us,” she murmured against his neck.

“Always,” he promised. “Joe’s just… the spice. You’re the whole meal.”

Carrie laughed softly, snuggling closer. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

They stayed like that for a long while, wrapped in each other, before Rick started the car again. As they drove home, Carrie’s hand rested on his thigh, the jeweled box in her lap glinting under passing streetlights.