A Young Couple's Journey - Part 2 (TNT11) (Patreon)

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*

That night, I slept well. I felt like… I don’t know, I hadn’t felt like this in months. Drained, exhausted, and in all the best ways. Not a single nightmare, just a dreamless sleep. And when I woke up, I even felt something warm and wet glide tightly around my shaft, bobbing up and down. Fuck. That’s when I was reminded that I had fucked Amanda. And probably knocked her up too. Fuck, indeed. I had to push her off and find Kim and tell her how we fucked up again.

“Amanda,” I groaned, feeling me swell and throb from the administration around my shaft. The tongue game was unreal. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Amanda rolled on her side, sleeping. The bulge in the covers still bobbed up and down, so I threw them aside, and found Kim’s eager mouth stretched around my cock. “Kim?” I said surprised.

“You needed a bit of cleaning,” Kim said. Damn. I just tilted my head back and closed my eyes. “I heard you were quite the busy man last night.”

“Kim, I should tell you, Amanda –” I started but Kim hushed me, dislodging my shaft from her mouth.

“I know. Amanda said she would tease you about that,” Kim explained.

“Wait, she lied?” I said, as perplexed as I was relieved.

“Something like that. Now be a good man and enjoy this blow job,” Kim said.

“Hell no, come here,” I said, grabbing her, and pulling her up, rolling her onto her back and finding my way between her legs.

With a deep grunt and a moan from the two of us, I slid my hard erection into her. Kim was already moist, and her saliva coating my cock made the entry easy. I sunk into her as deep as I could, pushing into her. Last night I had fucked the shit out of Kim, then Amanda. Now I wanted to make love to my sweet little wife, taking us both through a ride of mutual satisfaction. Reminding myself of where home was, even if the lecherous blonde Amanda was right next to us.

“Ah,” Kim moaned. “That, that right there, feels just fantastic. I’m so glad we can still love each other like this.”

“I would never stop,” I said. “Loving you, I mean.”

“Oh, I thought you meant fucking me,” Kim teased, wrapping her arms around me and hooking her ankles into mine.

She soon started to gyrate her hips to meet my thrusts, and while she did that, I lowered my lips into hers, feeling her hot breath on mine, feeling her eyelashes brush against my cheek as she closed her eyes to savor the moment. I did too, focusing on the pleasure of being with the best wife I could ever ask for. My little Latina queen, always so dutiful. The mother of my future children. And what a relief it was to know Amanda wouldn’t carry any of them. Sheesh. Though, for a moment while we were at it last night, it was highly arousing knowing I had successfully creampied an unprotected woman. It was something so primal… Maybe it was time for Kim and I to actually make plans.

But all those thoughts were shoved aside as I fucked Kim through waves of pleasure. Until I felt some light fingers on both my ass cheeks. What the fuck? Then those fingers spread me a bit and before I had time to react, I felt something wet and strong collide with my butthole.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned.

It was strangely comfortable. I had never had a rim job before, but Jesus Christ, it was oddly satisfying. Weird but so good. Looking to my left I saw that Amanda had disappeared, so I knew it was her that was tonguing my butthole. Pressing, flicking, tracing long lines with strong motions.

“What’s going on?” Kim asked as I slowed down my thrusts.

“I’m eating your man's ass,” Amanda explained from behind. “It looked too delicious flexing into you, I had to get in there.”

“Ain’t nothing better than a good set of cheeks,” Kim said, looking up at my pained face, biting her lip.

Seeing that Kim didn't take issue, I started to slowly regain my rhythm, still with Amanda pressing her tongue into me from behind. God, she was relentless. But now with some new knowledge, Kim pressed up, gently sinking her teeth into the skin just below the ear, before whispering into my ear.

“You gonna cum for me and Amanda? While she eats your ass?” Kim asked.

“Oh fuck,” I grunted, feeling a sudden surge in my cock. Amanda had pressed in a bit too deep, hitting some sort of nerve, just as Kim had squeezed me the right way.

Amanda had to quickly abandon her rear duty and get underneath as my thrusts got more erratic. Kim kept nibbling on my neck until I gave her one final thrust, pressing all the way, before erupting my balls of cum inside of her. Only I didn't. My cock slid from her tight pussy and all the way to the hilt into another wet, warm circumference. I exploded, thrusting uncontrollably hard and down into the new wetness, creating loud gagging noises. It was Amanda's mouth. That didn't stop me at all, as I was smack in the middle of the point of no return. Amanda gargled and coughed loudly as I came, while I found Kim's lips to feast on as I grunted my way through my orgasm.

“That's right. Choke that blonde bitch with all the cum you can shoot up in there,” Kim murmured. I could even feel Amanda hum slightly around my girth, making the post-orgasm tremble even stronger.

“Ugh, fuck,” I groaned, lifting up so Amanda could get out.

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, redness around her neck. “You really don’t care at all.”

“Sorry,” I said.

“Meh,” Amanda said, slumping down next to Kim, who I was still lying on top of. I was too beat to move, honestly. “Your husband’s cock tastes great. I’m totally jealous you get this whenever you want. And congratulations, Kim. Your husband is gonna be a dad soon.”

“He knows. The cover has been blown,” Kim said.

*

Drawing classes. Something I never thought I would do. I had picked up gardening before Josh went to Italy, but with fall falling upon us, I thought it better to find some indoor activities. Sure, growing up in Michigan where the winters were colder than balls, but doing yard work during the Indiana winter wasn’t much better.

I know what you’re saying. ‘Kim, you’re a gamer. You don’t need hobbies.’ While I’m inclined to agree, I also needed more purpose in my day-to-day life, especially as Josh did so much for our business. And as I had done a few more esport gigs this fall, it was also nice to do something outside of gaming, believe it or not. So drawing. Something where I also could add to Entrendy, as our employees and Josh did most of the business stuff. I had helped drawing up paperwork for some sponsorships we did though, but that was all I contributed so far.

Besides, Josh sometimes had to travel across the country to meet with folks we wanted to sponsor, or other business stuff. We had started locally and then expanded as our brand became bigger. And with Josh out and about, I occupied my time with drawing tutorials on YouTube. Honestly, it was a huge moment for me when Josh went on his first business trip since the ‘Italy Incident’. It showed that he still trusted me, which I don’t think I fully deserved yet. I was never the issue, in his opinion, even if at times I disagreed.

After our little thing with Amanda a few weeks back, Josh had reassured himself with me several times that it was okay. Oh, the dutiful big man he was. And he even brought me flowers the day after Amanda had left. We both agreed that in such instances where we played around, and that was counted double for me, we would make 100% clear if there was a hall pass involved, and that both should be within relative arms reach at all times. I was just glad we could work together and move past it all. It was probably just a one-time thing anyway, and both of us were happy to leave it at that. We were blowing off steam, you could say.

“What you drawing there, sis?” Luna suddenly asked.

Luna was pretty talented at drawing herself, having sketched up a bunch of stuff, having even made full portraits of popular characters and whatnot. She posted them on her Instagram and I had to say they were quite convincing, if I had any idea of who they were. I didn’t know shit about hentai, anime, manga, or whatever it was called. Though, I knew some of the game characters she chose from Valorant, Overwatch, Cyberpunk and whatnot.

“Some hobo,” I said, looking down at the poor figure I had drawn. I don’t know why I drew him, there was no way this would fit as a design to any of our wares.

Luna gave a shrug, grabbing her gym bag and about to head off to, you guessed it, the gym. She was, despite being a nerd like me, very athletic like Josh. Not that they looked very much alike. Both were on the taller side, athletic and had blue eyes, albeit in different shades. The likeness more or less ended there. Luna was of course not as tall as her older brother. She was also much slimmer, and I just adored that silver blonde balayage hair of hers, especially the way she kept it long, but had buzzed the sides. And she even got rid of her nose ring, which was nice.

We, and by that I mean I, had of course given some sort of vague explanation as to why Toby was no longer around. Basically that he was a total creep and did something he shouldn’t. Luna gave it all a shrug and said if Josh and I don’t like him then she won’t either. I had corrected her though. It wasn’t like we didn’t like Toby. Hate would be a better term.

But that was weeks ago when Luna moved in. Josh was, per usual, not around, but having Luna around made up for that in plenty. We had already had several League-LAN parties, one of the few games we both played. And before it got too cold, she schooled me daily in tennis, basketball, and other activities where she’d utterly dominate me. Though, in virtual world I was still the a-side.

“Luna,” I said. She stopped and turned. “Do you think I would fit with a side cut?”

Luna raised an eyebrow and tilted her head as if to inspect me. Those sparkling eyes. Damn, she was just so pretty. And fit. Look at those arms. Not as thick as Josh’s, but slightly striated still. And those long fingers looked like they held some real grip strength. I had sort of always had a small ‘crush’ on Luna, but more in an admiring sisterly fashion I think.

“We would match too much. Don’t you think ole Joshy will think that’s a bit weird?” Luna said.

“Not if I convince him,” I teased.

“Gross,” Luna said and turned.

“Wait. Do you mind if I join you at the gym?”

“No. But I’m going to a BJJ class, so… you might get your ass kicked. And you need to hurry, dawg.”

“Cool beans,” I said, jumping up. I had situated myself in the kitchen, so I had only one floor to run up to get changed. Minutes later, I was back down again. Red and black tights and a matching T-shirt, from our own collection.

“You know that Linda girl?” Luna said. “She goes there as well. She’s fucking nuts, man.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Crazy strong. She’ll wrap you up in a pretzel you can’t even get out of.”

“We’ll have to test her against Josh, then,” I joked. Seeing Josh get tapped out to a girl was more than hilarious. Even if Luna was his younger sister, she gave Josh a run for his money when it came to both BJJ and wrestling. Luna snickered, probably imagining it as well.

“He’s a multiple state champion, though,” Luna said, following as I got us to the Civic.

“Has she tapped you out?” I asked.

“So many times…”

I had always jogged and done a few squats and that sort of thing for the summer, but I had never actually been in a martial arts gym to train. When Josh was trying for the Olympics, as a boxer and a wrestler, I had spent a lot of time in them though, watching him work out. A looot of hours had been spent, though I had never rolled myself. And this was not wrestling, but BJJ. Seems similar to me.

The instructor, some stern Latina lady, kicked my ass. She was not mean, per se, but she sure was strong in her feedback of my inaptitude. No Linda though.

“You need to put your hands in ice water,” Luna explained as we were driving home. She was the designated driver, as my hands were numb. It was a bit erratic as she didn’t have a license quite yet. “You got anything planned for Josh’s birthday next Saturday, by the way?”

“Yeah. It’s a bit corny, but I have some plans,” I smirked. “I actually have some errands to run and phone calls to make later, as a matter of fact.”

“Sounds fun. Drop me off though, I got shit to do.”

So the day went by with a bunch of said errands and phone calls for my plans for Josh’s birthday. I was lucky Josh was out of town, it certainly made planning much easier. And I was lucky he trusted me to be alone at home. I was just lucky.

But anyway, when I got home, putting away wares, I looked out the kitchen windows. Out in the pool area, I saw Luna propping up her phone to take a picture. Only she didn’t wear what she wore earlier, instead, she wore a cargo jacket, a red tank top, and tight leather pants that looked awesomely good on those hips.

She kinda looked like… Female V from Cyberpunk 2077. Was she cosplaying? Either way, man, she looked hot. I opened the door to see if I could get a closer look, and she looked over at me.

“What you doing over there?” I asked.

“Just cosplaying,” Luna said. “A hobby I picked up a while back. I always make the costumes and get the stuff, but never do anything with it. Until lately. You ever tried?”

“What? No. I don’t think that is quite… me,” I said.

Despite everything, I was still a bit shy about my womanly figure. Unlike Luna, I wasn’t that fit. Yeah, I had an ass, but nothing like hers. Or Amanda’s, who was perky and in a constant state between being fit and being thicc. And my tits weren’t that big either. Even Luna had slightly bigger by a full cup size. I had always been intrigued about cosplaying, just not ever taken the step, I guess. Also, my lane of games didn’t offer much cosplay inspiration, let's say, except for a few.

“Come on, Josh would love it. I know he doesn’t game as much anymore, but I think you could make a nice May or Yoko Littner,” Luna encouraged. “Wanna snap a photo of me? I haven’t had any cameramen before. Camera person, sorry.”

“Offense taken,” I joked. “You think?”

“Sure!” Luna said, handing me her phone.

“What do you mean you haven’t had any camerapersons before? You do a lot of this?” I asked.

Luna smirked at that. “Don’t tell Josh, but, erh, I have an OnlyFans,” Luna said. I let out a shocked gasp. In one way I was shocked, but I was also kinda flattered I was let in on the secret.

“Luna!?” I said, the sister in me getting worried immediately.

“No no, nothing too lewd. Just cosplays. I mean, I would’ve posted on Insta, and some I still do for promotion, but why not get paid?” Luna said.

“You’re a fucking prostitute,” I chided, though jokingly. I wasn’t really judging her, even if it initially worried me a bit. I mean, whatever, right? “So you have many fans?”

“Nah, just a few. It’s just a side hustle. And don’t worry, I won’t ever ask you to join in any of those shoots,” Luna said, smilingly. “But come on. It’s freezing out here.”

“Is this going on your OF?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Luna said, leaning back against the deck fence behind her for a pose. I snapped a few photos.

“I demand 10%,” I joked. “Maybe we could get a smoke machine. Or build you a studio.”

“A smoke machine, yes, studio no. It’s enough that I live rent-free in your house,” Luna said, turning her back to me and looking over her shoulder. ‘And in my head,’ I mused as she looked so incredible in these photos. The sun shone in her pants, giving her booty a nice amount of detail in that tight black leather.

“Maybe Josh would like something like this,” I muttered to myself, taking another set of photos. He was away for a few more days, so if I could muster the courage then perhaps that would entice him for when he got back.

Maybe me and Luna could do it together, even, for fun. I knew some cosplays weren’t all about looking hot, just dressing up.

*

So the last thing I expected as I was about to board a plane and shut off my phone was to receive an image of something I didn’t quite recognize. It was the red clothes and familiar short yoga pants of May from Pokemon, only there was this hot Latina chick in her early twenties instead. I knew Luna liked to dress up, but now the girls seemed to have found a mutual hobby as Kim seemed to participate too.

“Check this out,” I said to the guy next to me. A guy in his fifties, uninterested. He looked at my phone though. “That’s the wife.”

“Is that so,” he said, not engaged at all, leaning back to look out the window.

It was nice to see the girls getting along. They had been pretty tight when we lived in Michigan, and when we moved to Indiana I guess Kim had sort of missed that friendship. But it seemed to have been rekindled. Man, I couldn’t help but feel excited on Kim’s behalf.

I had just gone to a modeling agency for our new spring collection. It wasn’t like spring was anywhere close, but it took time to get these things ready. We had of course focused some of our branding toward the ski resorts, but eyes on the horizon as they say. Also, we looked at some bigger names in sports to sponsor.

We had previously sponsored Bran, a local boxer and our new neighbor, but we wanted bigger names as well. Sure Canelo, Brady, Messi, and the like were unreachable, but I was confident we could find some recognizable names. If nothing else, Bran still had one fight left on his contract with us, and who knows after that. I also knew there were some charity events around that needed backing. And with charity events, hey, at least we could help some folks. Kim and I grew up rough, but that didn’t mean we wanted that for everyone else.

By the time I landed, I saw that Kim indeed had gotten a new hobby. With the phone probably propped up on a timer, I saw a very serious-looking Kim with black lipstick, her bangs draped so that it looked like they were cut, and a dark button-up dress. Next to her stood my little sister Luna, who wore a beige trench coat with a broad toothy grin. Wednesday and Uncle Fester, I guess, though Luna looked absolutely nuts. It kinda fit them though, as Luna was about six foot one, and Kim around five seven, so she looked like that diminutive little emo. Especially with Ortega’s latest portrayal.

“Like my new hobby?” Kim wrote. She barely ever wrote texts anymore, but this was innocent enough.

“Hell yeah,” I wrote back, before retrieving my hand luggage. “Luna put you up to this?”

“U bet,” she wrote back. “Mind if I post on the Gram?”

“Shoot,” I wrote back.

“Btw, Am is picking u up, G,” Kim replied.

Really now? Why would Amanda do that? I asked Kim as much, but she dismissed it. And lo and behold, Amanda did in fact stand twirling some very familiar Lamborghini keys on her fingers, wearing her usual black on slate black very tight jeans, a small black leather jacket and a white tank top. Even being casually dressed, she made her clothing to raise the low temperature.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Picking you up, doofus,” Amanda replied in her usual dismissive manner. Though, she soon turned to a smirk. “Well, we meet again.”

“Indeed we do,” I said, walking around to the passenger seat.

We hadn’t seen one another since we fucked, so I had no idea how awkward this was going to get. Why would Kim send Amanda? Why didn’t she come by herself? And I knew, based on Amanda’s past behavior, that she would try something stupid. Without a clear signal from Kim, I didn’t want to risk anything, though.

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to fuck you. Not this time, anyway,” Amanda said, jumping into the driver’s side. “I’m taking you to the Grove.”

“The club?” I said dumbfounded. “Is Kim there?”

“No. She wanted me to take you clubbing, so here I am,” Amanda said, as if me questioning her actions brought her great annoyance.

“Erh, mind if I call Kim?” I said.

“Sure,” Amanda said, uncaring.

Given how easily texts were faked, and my past with Amanda, I figured it was better to check in. I whipped out my phone and called. It took a bit before she answered, and when Kim sounded a bit… labored.

“What’s up?” Kim asked urgently. I heard some shuffling in the back and some dude talking in the background.

“Amanda is apparently taking me clubbing?” I said.

“Oh yeah. You know I hate dancing and all that noise, but I figured it would serve as a nice birthday present. By the way! Happy Birthday! Love you!” Kim said as if just reminded of said birthday. I didn’t take my birthday too seriously, but I guess I was a bit hurt.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“And if you’re wondering who that guy who’s talking-” Kim turned away from the phone, “-VERY LOUDLY-” before turning back, “-it’s your uncle. The bathroom next to the kitchen is all fucked, so yeah. I called him over before… Yeah well, I thought you’d enjoy yourself, yeah? Amanda loves clubs. Anyway, gotta go. See ya later, tiger.”

And Kim hung up.

“Leash is off?” Amanda asked, looking over at me.

“I guess,” I said. Time to party, then. Spending my birthday with Amanda of all people.

“Want me to pull over somewhere and congratulate you properly?” Amanda asked.

“Come on now,” I said.

“I’m teasing. God, you’re so easy sometimes. Besides, what warm-blooded dude doesn't want their dick sucked by some hot chick on their birthday?” Amanda said, hitting the gas as we pulled up on the freeway leading out of Indianapolis and to the interstate towards Courtington.

I hadn’t gotten any sort of hall pass or any sort of absolute permission from Kim, so there was no way I’d let myself play Amanda's games tonight. Even if she looked incredible in her tight black pants. I threw a glance, but nothing more, just to double check.

“A married one. That is, if Kim wants to provide said congratulations I won’t mind,” I replied, eager to get back home to the wife.

“Well, we have at least a few hours to kill before I’m supposed to drive you back, so if you don’t wanna fuck, I guess we could actually go clubbing,” Amanda said, sounding bored by the prospect of going to a club. Didn’t Kim say Amanda liked clubbing?

A bit of chit chat later, and we arrived outside a building where the music and bass literally poured out of the windows and doors. There was a line, but apparently Amanda knew the bouncers so she walked us straight past them.

I tried to show Amanda the photo of Kim’s latest cosplay, but she also was totally disinterested. Amanda distested all sorts of nerd culture, but come on man. Kim looked real cute as May. While I was perhaps in some sense more a jock than a nerd, I also had one giant foot in that world through both Kim and Luna.

Back in high school I only had douchebag friends, one of the reasons why we left, and I’d trade all of them for a pack of nerds who at least had real interests other than just chasing girls. In some ways, I guess I did trade them all away for that. I lived down here with Kim after all.

“That nerd shit is just too pathetic. That’s honestly why Kim is shy about herself, she doesn’t get out enough,” Amanda said, marching us toward the bar. “What’s your poison? At least I’ll buy you a drink.”

I knew better than to challenge Amanda. Agree to disagree about nerd shit.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda tired, honestly,” I said. I kinda was. And also wanting to get out of here. I liked parties as much as the next, but preferably with people I liked. Now I was here, hanging out with Amanda. She was pretty and all, and we did bang, but as cold as it may seem, she was kind of a pain in the ass sometimes. Except when she helped us, that was very nice of her.

“Blow?” Amanda asked, referring to the drug and not the verb. “I’m sure one of these losers has some.”

“Nah, beer is fine.”

“Vodka redbull it is,” Amanda said, turning to the bartender. “We can get a booth, though I suspect they’re soaked with spilled drinks and cum.”

“I have a washer at home,” I said.

“Better not let Luna near it, I’ve heard people get stuck in those,” Amanda joked, finally relenting a more sincere smile.

I shook my head, chuckling along. It was as good-hearted a joke as any. The bartender handed us our drinks, and as I turned to move, Amanda did not. Suddenly she was pressed up against my chest, her blue eyes looking up at me. Slowly, she brought her glass and thus her straw to her mouth and sucked a long draw. Not losing a moment’s eye contact. Smirking up at me after a small refreshing ‘ah’. Fuck me.

“Let’s get a booth then,” I said urgently. Knowing what Amanda felt like, and her coming onto me so strongly did me no good. These slacks were pretty tight, and while the flickering blue and green lights covered a lot, I couldn’t just walk around if Amanda kept this up.

“I like your shirt,” Amanda said. It was just a regular silk white one that fitted to my suit alright enough to travel in it. And it was one of those that you supposedly don’t have to iron.

“Thanks,” I said, turning her around and shoving her toward a booth a bit back.

“Wait. Let’s toast,” Amanda said. I turned and raised my eyebrows. Then my glass, looking at her expectantly, wanting to know what we were toasting. “For good health,” Amanda said, and sipped her drink. I nodded and took a deep gulp. Jesus, they mixed their drinks  strongly here.

“Wanna dance?” Amanda asked.

I shrugged. I didn’t mind busting out a move. “Sure!” I said, taking my jacket off. Amanda was quick to help it off, as it was perhaps a bit too tight for me. “Thanks.”

Amanda tossed it over the bar and gave me her hand. I took it, and we soon joined the crowd of other young dudes and girls in both sweat and enthusiasm. I had to admit that Amanda knew how to move. Perfectly with the beat, and enticingly with her motions.

And she stuck close by, not letting anyone else dance with her. As if she was mine. Some dude even tried his luck, but she did the old dragging her finger down their chest and then shoving them away. It wasn’t like we were dating or anything, but she made it clear to anyone approaching or watching that she was my territory. That… certainly stroked my ego in some odd way.

Maybe she was just being a loyal dance partner. It was my birthday after all. Twenty-two. Nothing to write home about, but hey, why not have some fun? One drink became another, one song melted into the next as the DJ made the transitions smooth enough to make it seem like the songs all lasted forever.

“See those two sluts over there?” Amanda yelled to me over the music, nodding toward the end of the bar. Some girls were snickering, while waiting for their drinks. They were quite pretty, I must say. “They’d let you take turns fucking their mouths in the bathroom.”

“Why are you always like that? So crass?” I asked, kinda genuinely. However, perhaps thumping music and a dance floor weren’t the scene for such a conversation.

Amanda just smiled, trailing a finger down my chest before hooking a finger into one the buttons on my shirt. “I think you like my forwardness.”

“I don’t mind it,” I yelled admittedly. Amanda smiled knowingly.

Then the beat dropped and the next few minutes became a blur of hopping and throwing ourselves around. It was exhausting, but fuck was it fun. Girls were drawn to me and Amanda, and guys stayed well away. I guess some of my old mojo was still there.

I was ever the confident guy before everything with our previous tenant, but had taken a hit for a small stint. But that trauma was long gone right now. Busting some moves, not giving a fuck how it looked, and the recent things Kim and I was discovering of course, let my old self sneak himself back into place.

“Damn, dude,” Amanda panted as we finally slumped down into a booth, Amanda soon found her spot to rest her head on my chest as we were both quite sweaty and in need of a breather.

“You could say that,” I said, giving her shoulder a squeeze before letting her go. It was fine if she needed somewhere to rest her head, but let's not get crazy. “Haven’t danced like that in a while. I’m gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Am I wearing you out?” Amanda said, tilting her head to look up at me. Before I knew it, her tongue was in my mouth, her hand with a firm grip on the back of my head. I quickly regained my senses and pushed her away.

“Sorry,” I said, though I think it was her that jumped into the kiss first. But man, how she tore at me, held me in place, even if it happened briefly…

“Whatever,” Amanda said, seemingly undeterred, as if I had just presented her with a new challenge.

“I’m getting another drink,” I said, wanting to wash her bubblegum lipstick off my breath.

“Nope, I’m getting it. Your birthday, remember?” Amanda said, seemingly unscathed at my abrupt dismissal. Amanda swung her leg over me, essentially straddling me. She lingered there for a moment, looking at me with a devious smirk, before climbing across.

I quickly found my phone and wrote to Kim that Amanda had kissed me. The music was too loud to call, so a text would have to do for now. Kim wrote back, “And?”

Alright then. But let’s keep it at that. A kiss, nothing more. I looked to where Amanda was at the bar and saw the two girls from before. One with her mouth filled with Amanda’s tongue, the other looking on while biting her lip, but with one hand lingering just underneath one of the blonde bomber’s incredible knockers. Amanda had gotten a sheen of sweat from the dancing, making her cleavage in the flickering light even more tantalizing to watch.

Amanda caught me staring, and with a wink and an arrogant shove of her finger, she pushed the girls away, making her way towards me with an extra sway in her hips, holding our drinks. My eyes traveled all across her, seeing how fucking attractive she really was. A bombshell, truly. Did she do those girls just to tease me?

“You really like a big rack,” Amanda said, handing me another vodka redbull. Thankfully, she sat opposite me.

“Well, I know what they look like underneath, so it kinda makes it hard to not throw a peek once in a while,” I admitted. As an answer to that, Amanda pushed her arms a bit together, mushing her boobs together.

“See? I can be fun too. I’ll make out with any girl you need me to make out with,” Amanda said. “And a lot more.”

“Pff, what, is this a competition?” I asked. It almost sounded like she was saying she’d be more fun to be with.

“Only if you want it to be,” Amanda said, looking at me with intent. Was Amanda being serious? If so, she really played with her hand open. Did Kim know?

“Happily married,” I said. Amanda seemed to not even register that I said that, moving on as if nothing had been said at all.

“I told them to be heavy with the Red Bull. We need to get going in a few,” Amanda said, looking down my now slightly unbuttoned shirt. It was warm, so I needed to air out a bit. “I’m sure Kim is eager to get you home. Has your birthday been alright so far?”

“I can’t say I’m not slightly disappointed. You’re great and all, great dancer for sure, but I kinda hoped Kim would tag along or something,” I said, trying to be at least nice about it.

“Sucks to be you, I guess,” Amanda said, leaning back impatiently. “Drink up.”

“You just gave me it?” I said.

“Yeah? You wanted another drink. But we need to get going.”

“You could’ve said we were leaving soon,” I replied.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, just drink up, alright? Kim will probably think you’re ramming me in a bathroom stall if we’re dragging this too much,” Amanda said, knowing which buttons to push to get me to hurry up. I downed the rest of the drink, and off we went.

*

Rolling through our gate, I wondered why on earth our house was so damn dark. We always had some light on, as to make it seem like someone was always home. We had alarms, of course, but it was some old habit from growing up in a trailer park. The big mansion looked almost creepy and ominous as it stood in the dark, casting a looming silhouette upon us as we rolled up the driveway.

Stepping out of the Lambo, it was also extremely quiet. Our driveway was pretty long so it was secluded from our cul-de-sac, which was sparsely populated yet anyway, so there was never a bunch of noise. But with the added darkness, it seemed utterly desolate.

“Never realized how creepy this place is. Why is it so dark?” I asked.

“Maybe nobody’s home,” Amanda shrugged, walking toward the door. “Ladies first,” she said, stopping by the big door. When I didn’t make any particular move, she added, “I’m hardly a lady, eh?” she joked.

“Fair enough,” I teased. Amanda shot me a dirty look and a grin, letting me know she could handle such jokes perfectly well.

“Come on. It’s not exactly warm out here,” Amanda said, urging me. October was no month to lumber around outside. “I don’t have a key. Yet.”

“Oh right,” I said, walking up and unlocking the door. Only, it was already unlocked. That was odd. If no one were home, then why was the door unlocked?

I slowly opened the door, almost expecting to find a burglar standing right inside with a dripping ax in his hand, but alas. More darkness. Even more so, as the walls shut out any light that the street lights or stars would’ve provided. I looked to my right, knowing there should be a light switch somewhere, but Amanda shoved at my back for me to get out of the hallway and down the hall.

And that’s when I thought I saw movement. Down by corner to where the kitchen was, cascaded against the light emanating from the pool area. Fuck, we were getting robbed–

“SURPRISE!” a giant roar yelled towards me as the lights suddenly flicked on, revealing our hall, kitchen, and our lounge area being filled with familiar faces in all kinds of party getups.

“Jesus Christ!” I chuckled, feeling my heart almost jumping out my mouth.

“Happy birthday!” several cheered, more importantly, my wife. Kim came toward me with a fresh drink in her hand, handing it to me before giving me a quick kiss.

Quickly recovering from the initial shock, I took a deep gulp before pumping my fist, “Time to party, everyone!” I exclaimed.

“Not you, mister, you stink!” Kim said, getting a snicker out of the crowd. “To the shower,” she said, turning me around and shoving me all the way to the stairs.

“Ooouuu!” Amanda cheered, getting another set of chuckles from the folks.

“Alright folks, we surprised him. Back to getting drunk,” Luna shouted, turning the music back on as Kim and I disappeared up the stairs. Apparently, she wanted to help me shower.

Ten minutes later, I was indeed in our shower, leaning against the tiled walls, groaning in delight as Kim’s dutiful mouth eagerly bobbed up and down. Damn, her blowjobs had gotten so good. It didn’t take long before I came down her neck, as I had been pent up much of the evening already. Amanda, then Amanda making out with those girls flashed through my mind as Kim teased me about it, making me bust in record time. But it was much needed. I felt a million pounds lighter.

“Phew, that hit the spot,” I said as I dried off. Kim hadn’t even undressed. She had just leaned into the shower and fucked my cock into her throat with vigor. I handed her a towel as she got some of her hair wet before I had the time to turn off the water.

“There’s more where that came from,” Kim said, awoken in her sexual appetite, even if it was by her debauched desires. “But later. We have a party. Hence the Red Bulls.”

“Oh, doctor’s orders?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” Kim said with a wink, using the hair dryer on a small strand of hair that had some water on it. “Don’t be too long. Or I’ll send up Amanda but with a huge strapon.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the devious jokes at my nerdy little wife. Wouldn’t that be something, heh?

And if it couldn’t get any better, as I descended the stairs, Amanda smiled at me before promptly grabbing my wife and shoving her tongue into her mouth, dominating my wife right in front of me to the cheers of any onlookers. Fuck, those two were some devious sluts tonight.

*

“So how did the clubbing go?” I asked Amanda some time later after me and my big hunky husband emerged from the shower. Josh had texted me that she kissed him, but I half expected there to be way more. The other half hoped. What sort of debauchery could Amanda pry out of my dear hubby?

“We didn’t fuck, if that’s what you’re asking,” Amanda said with a smirk. She seemed confident it would happen sooner or later, it seemed. “Not for the lack of trying, though.”

“Heh, loyal hubby,” I cheered. “Well, I gotta mingle a bit.”

Amanda moved towards some poor guys who she'd later reject just when they thought they had an in. I had invited all sorts of people. Even our neighbors, who were actually our partners in that car business we bought a part of earlier, Bran and Hope. And Mel, but she wasn’t here. I wasn’t quite sure who dated who in that trio as the three of them seemed to be quite frisky with one another, but I wasn’t about to pry. We also invited this Rowan who was a wiccan or something, a black woman called Cassie who I bumped into at the gym, some hippy looking folks, and so on.

I then spotted Linda who seemed pretty lonely, despite sitting in a crouch with a bunch of folks. She sat in a maroon loose-fit top with ample cleavage, but also tight enough around the arms showing off her guns, with tight black jeans, looking like a real snack. I also saw that she pretended to sip an emptied can of some cheap cider. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why, so instead of making it awkward, I went to Josh in the bar.

He leaned over as I nodded him over for caution.

“I don’t think Linda brought very much,” I muttered.

Josh nodded, unfazed, and most importantly, and part of why I loved him so much, without further prejudice he found an extra glass for both our guest and me, mixing two Jaeger bombs. Not the traditional way, just dumping the spirit into the red bull.

“I was talking to this crazy wiccan. Apparently, they do spells and stuff. Who would’ve thought?” Josh told me, shaking his head in disbelief more than dismissive of the idea. He handed me the drinks, though, and he seemed eager to get over to the next guest who had flocked to the bar.

It wasn’t an open bar, per se, Josh just loved hanging there so he could talk to anyone, and would occasionally ask what their poison was. Everyone knew this was a cheap way of getting alcohol, Josh including, but whatever.

“Really?” I asked. I gave him a quick kiss and moved my way towards Linda.

“From the big man in the bar,” I said. Linda lit up at that, glancing over to Josh who gave a two finger salute back. It didn’t seem like the best of parties for her part, though. “And there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Thanks,” she said in an unfamiliar stint of shyness. “Jen and Robert moved to Berkeley, so I’m kinda out of my element here.”

“You? Out of your element?” I joked, referring to the last two parties where she had been quite active.

“Oh, that’s after a few,” Linda chuckled. “I saw you in the interviews at that local League-qualifier, by the way.”

“You’re a gamer?!” I asked eagerly, sitting down next to her. I had only met one other grill-gamer IRL, and that was Luna.

“A bit,” Linda admitted.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned. “Wanna do some shots?”

“If you’re buying,” Linda joked.

The tequila stung, but it did us both good. Suddenly, Linda had a bit more of that confidence we knew from her, and was a bit more open. Not to the point of spilling any juicy secrets, but at least some fun stories. She had apparently become a self-taught graphic designer, after going a few semesters as a physio, and she had some weird stories about the stuff people needed graphically designed.

It wasn't long before she and I found our way to the dancefloor, though she did ask if Josh was ok with that. He was of course, and soon we were in the midst of the crowd. I was never much of a dancer, so it was just the basic stuff. But Linda was a pretty girl, which made any sort of dancing between the two of us enticing.

I could almost feel Josh’s eyes on us as Linda and I got more frisky in our grinding. There wasn’t anything we did in particular, but perhaps what we didn’t do. We’d be close, but never fully touching. And when Linda once glanced over my shoulder at Josh, she stepped even closer and I could feel her breath on my hair, feel it dampen up my already sweaty face. Her mouth moved closer, as if to touch my neck with her smiling delicate lips, her hands by her side as she grinded to the beat. Then the song stopped, and the moment would fade.

“You’re a pretty good dancer,” I said, looking down at the gray-onyx eyes of Linda who smiled confidently up at me.

“You too. And I think your husband agrees,” she said, looking over again. Josh was in the midst of talking to who I guessed was the wiccan-girl from earlier, but his eyes were firmly planted on us. My dear husband probably desperately wanted me to get a bit too frisky, especially with what Amanda had done to me when he came down from the shower a few hours ago. I don’t know if I would mind it either. Those supple lips… I wasn’t a lesbian or anything, but damn. Also, maybe I did play for both teams. I mean, I remember being very enthralled the last time Linda and I partied together. She manhandled that girl Jen pretty well too.

“Enjoying the show?” Linda teased Josh, as we approached the bar to retrieve fresh new drinks from my dear hubby.

“Fuuuck yeah,” Josh admitted.

“Might have to steal your wife,” Linda joked, unknowingly treading into dangerous territory for Josh and I.

I suspected Josh would get angry at such a comment, or hurt perhaps, due to our circumstances, but to my surprise he chuckled along, looking down into the bar pretending to look for something. Wait, did he get a bit flustered? Am I reading this wrong?

Then Luna bumped into us, as we emerged from the bar for a small break, with a vague plan of checking out how the smokers outside had it.

“This Zach idiot thinksh he can beat me. I told him, 'dude, I can make my big bro tap out, you're just nothing, dude' and he wash like 'oh, but I can take Josh' and I was like 'no, ya don't', y’know,” Luna drunkenly explained. Zach had somehow ended up here, I deducted. I saw Linda wince a bit, which drew Luna’s attention.

“Hey. You're Linda from the gym,” Luna said. “You're the one with a massive cru–”

“So, you gonna kick his ass?” Linda asked somewhat urgently.

“What, embaressh him in front of all his friends?” Luna asked as if that was way below her station. “Ash a matterh of fact, I will.”

“Wait, Luna,” I said, but Luna spun around and headed out into the pool area, looking for her victim.

The truth was, all of that was true. Luna wasn't as big and strong as Josh, but by the end of her highschool year she was ten times the wrestler, and had insane grip strength. Zach would be pulverized. But Luna was drunk, and I didn't want a fight at our party. I had to stop her, so I hurried after her outside. Zach had been standing with his back turned and suddenly found himself in a headlock, getting noogies by Luna.

“God damn it, bitch!” Zach screamed, writhing in Luna’s iron grip. She was taller than him, so it was honestly kinda pathetic. And I don’t mind saying that, because I don’t like Zach all that much.

“That’sh what you geht,” Luna said, shoving Zach away.

“Come on, Luna, time to drink some water,” I chuckled, grabbing Luna. Luna promptly leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“Sorry,” Luna said, not sorry at all. “Slickbacks get what they deserve.”

“Where did Linda go?” I asked.

“AAAAAAAAAA YOOOOOO!” I suddenly heard as we stepped out into the house again.

“Uncle Dan!” Luna exclaimed. I had totally forgotten Plumber Dan had been here. The humongous uncle of Josh and Luna. 6 foot 10 at least, over 400 pounds of pure plumber. An absurd figure, to say the least, but handy around clogged pipes. I had asked him to fix something in the downstairs bathroom behind the kitchen but apparently–

“Would ya believe, I fell asleep in the bathroom!” Plumber Dan explained in his notable brooklyn accent. After the obligatory hugs and greetings, he turned back to Josh who he had been talking to before we came back inside. “Anyway, Joshy boy, the problem with bleach is that it’s too clean. Like, if there’s blood everywhere and you clean with bleach, cops gonna investigate and tell each other ‘the fuck is this? These folks never spilled any gravy? Never fucked in the garage?’ Evidence of nothin’ is evidence.”

“So what then?” Josh asked, unprompted mixing me a new drink.

“You guys have been watching too many crime shows,” I said, moving away as Plumber Dan started about different acids, or perhaps pigs. I had no interest in this, as they had had this conversation hundreds of times before.

“What about ice blocks and a pool?” Luna asked, rendering the last part of that conversation that I’d bother to pay attention to.

I then spotted Amanda and Linda talking. Last time they had seen each other was at that infamous party months ago. I had no idea what had happened, but ever since, Amanda had toned down her prejudice against Linda, and admitted herself that she had made some self-discovery. Maybe it was always Zach that was the problem. Or maybe she did what she did with me, talked with her and realized that Linda was a person after all. They seemed quite animated in their talking, though.

In the meantime, I found some folks to play beer pong with, schooling them utterly with my amazing eye-hand coordination. As if.

*

I had seen Zach lumber around, and had half a mind to toss him out of here, but decided to let him slide for now. As long as he didn’t cause any trouble. Plus, Luna had done him good, apparently. Getting his ass kicked by a girl was probably punishment enough for now.

Mostly, I preferred hanging in the bar, but for once I ventured over to the kitchen where I saw Kim play beer pong with a bunch of dudes and girls. They were in the middle of a game, so I decided to linger back a bit, leaning against the fridge next to this black woman I had never seen before.

“Josh,” I said, extending my hand.

“Cassie,” she replied, taking it, smiling nicely up at me. She had a pretty strong grip. “It’s your birthday, right? Happy birthday,” she said, raising her glass. I did as well and we shared a quick toast.

“So you know anyone here?” I asked, eyeing the teams playing beer pong.

One of them, the guy on Kim’s team, was none other than Alex, the fuck boy from the gym ways back. He had one of these modern haircuts all ready for party, looking around as if he was better than everyone. Main character syndrome shone through him.

I had no idea why he was on Kim’s team, though. Until I saw Kim line up a shot and Alex leaned back to give her booty a good ole glance. Immediately my fists clenched. Kim smiled and giggled, unaware as she threw her ball.

‘Calm down. Nothing wrong. You can’t kill everyone who’s taking a look,’ I thought, calming myself.

“– so we sadly ended up divorcing. After a while I saw the writing on the wall and how he used it all to some sort of objectification, not really caring for my well being. We just weren’t good for each other,” Cassie explained, smiling in an almost painful way. “We had a few good years though.”

“Really?” I asked, realizing the sensitivity of what she just said. “You doing alright?”

“Oh yeah. He has the twins this week so I’m blowing off some steam, you better know it,” Cassie said, offering another toast, which I accepted.

By the time I turned back, I saw Alex eagerly talking with Kim, who seemed to just nod along with a polite smile. Alex looked over at me, smirking in that smug manner. He then leaned into Kim, saying something, before turning back to the table to take a shot. Kim laughed, throwing her head back slightly, more to get hair out of her face it seemed. Alex did the same thing again, talking with her, and again she nodded and smiled.

I didn't know what they were talking about, but I knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to move in on my wife.

“– And that's why I'm going by Cassie instead. But enough about me. I've seen you around the university, but something tells me you're not from around here?” Cassie asked.

“Oh, we came down from Michigan. It's cheap down here and we needed a change of scenery. Besides, I had a scholarship, so many birds with one stone, eh?” I said trying to maintain my lightheartedness, still peeking over at Kim who was in a pretty eager conversation with Alex it seemed. “How 'bout you?”

“Indiana through and through,” Cassie explained. “Now that my Phd is wrapping up, I might move on, though.”

It certainly didn't help that Alex was kinda handsome, in a douchebag boyish kind of way. He was by no means big and hulky like me, but he was pretty fit.

Then Alex stepped a little closer, as if trying to give her another compliment. His hand went out, and his finger trailed down Kim's arm. It was only for a second, but my blood boiled. Kim didn't seem to even register it, but I knew he was testing the waters. First by entering her comfort zone, then touching her.

Then Alex whispered something to Kim again. Kim didn’t seem to listen, so Alex moved his one hand to the side of her hip, his other out to angle her elbow, his face right next to hers, pressing his crotch into her black, tight jeans. Kim tried to shake him off, but Alex reapplied his insistence, moving his hand on her hip toward her ass. That was enough. I snapped out of whatever haze I was in.

“Hey,” I said calmly. Alex looked over at me, surprised to see me angry. I waved him over.

“What’s up?” he asked. “Didn’t know this was your place. Killer dude.”

“Yeah, and that is my wife,” I said. Alex’s eyes went wide. “Time to go home, buddy.”

“Wait what– I didn’t know!” Alex moped. With one hand, I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him closer.

“I can drag you out, or you can walk out.”

He walked.

Moments after Kim threw herself at me, kissing me hard on the lips. I lifted her up and was about to carry her to somewhere more secluded when both of us saw Linda and Amanda in a hefty argument. They weren’t being loud or anything, but they were pretty red-faced, and Linda was on the verge of tears, either from anger or being sad. I quickly lowered Kim.

“Should we–” I started, but Linda broke off and stormed out to the pool area, while Amanda marched in another direction.

Kim hurried after her friend, so the big brother in me made me go out in the backyard to look for Linda. She had few friends, so as the host it fell to me to make amends. Besides, Linda was pretty dope and Amanda could be a bitch, so yeah.

Luckily, Linda didn’t go far. I found her up on the deck we had built a while back. I could no longer remember why and honestly wanted to light it ablaze. She stood leaning against the wooden fence, her pretty face illuminated by the moonlight reflection in the pool below. As I stepped up on a creaking board, she looked over at me, surprised. Perhaps she didn’t expect anyone to notice, or to care.

“Oh,” she muttered, wiping at her eyes.

“Wiccan’s…” I shook my head. “I’m all for crazy lifestyles, but that’s a bit much… I think. I mean spells and shit, does that even work? Maybe with time I’d understand it more.”

“What?” Linda asked, confused.

I threw my thumb over my shoulder and shook my head, before leaning against the rail beside her. “Sorry. I’m rambling. I just saw you run off. You okay?”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Just Amanda, y’know.”

“Oh I know,” I chuckled. She could be a handful.

We remained like that for a bit, looking out at the pool. I didn’t know Linda that much, but I did feel sorry she had to go through that stuff. I knew Zach and Amanda hadn’t been exactly kind to her. Amanda had come around a bit, but apparently not enough. I glanced over at Linda, there she stood looking thoughtful. Her dark gray eyes shone in the light as her deep brunette hair gently floated in the breeze. Fuck me was she attractive.

“Do... you wanna talk about it?” I offered.

Linda shrugged, staying silent for a bit. I let her stew, let her find her own words. Not too eager, not too laid back, simply waiting patiently. And if she didn’t want to talk about it, all great too.

“I like your outfit,” I said, breaking the silence.

“She kinda alluded to some stuff about you guys,” Linda blurted out.

“What the fuck? What she say?” I asked shocked.

“Well… I said she shouldn’t say it, as it’s your private life… but basically… erh… That you like to be… humiliated and demeaned and… stuff…” Linda mumbled. I could understand the awkwardness of saying that out loud.

“Oh,” was all that I said.

It didn’t exactly feel great knowing Amanda shared some of my fetishes, and my history with them perhaps. But again, I don’t know, I sorta thought Linda seemed trustworthy. And that was hardly something to get upset over… and I think I kinda liked that she knew. It was odd. Like, I knew Linda was attractive and could get frisky, but what would that look like with that information? I had to wonder if it meant anything at all. From her demeanor it seemed more like she was too respectful of other people’s relationships.

“Don’t worry about that. Was that all? I’m not thrilled she shared that, but it’s not something you should have to cry about. I mean, erh, I’m sure there are worse things out there,” I said, trying to gloss over it.

“So it’s true? The things she said?” Linda asked, turning toward me.

“Pretty much,” I admitted, leaning on the rail, looking at the pool as well. It didn’t sit right with me that Amanda did what she did, but also, it actually didn’t feel so bad now that I admitted it out loud. I guess I was sort of growing accustomed to the notion of liking the stuff I liked. “But I have a feeling my fetishes isn’t why you’re out here?”

“No… I told her to shut up, then she got real bitchy… She kinda wanted to sleep with me, I think, but I refused her. Then she told me no one would ever touch a girl like me, so I should settle for what I got,” Linda muttered, turning away to look at the far side of the deck.

“A pretty girl like you? Pff, get outta here,” I said, dismissing that prospect whole heartedly, gently shoving at her with my shoulder, prompting her to look back at me.

“You know I’m not like other girls, right?” Linda asked, raising her eyebrows as she looked over at me.

“I think I do. Like, I don’t know the details of course, and I kinda don’t wanna ask either as it’s your business. All I know is that you’re a mad good-looking girl, and when you danced with Kim earlier? Sheesh, pretty hot, man,” I said.

“She’s lucky that she has you,” Linda muttered, more to herself than me. “Thanks, Josh.”

“Like, I don’t know how it is for you, but Kim and I grew up pretty rough in a park outside of Detroit,” I said. “I won’t pretend I know everything or nothing, but I kinda know that not all life situations are ideal.”

“Wait, you didn’t grow up rich?” Linda asked.

“Not at all. I got a scholarship thanks to my wrestling, but my money I got from crypto,” I explained. “Built it from there, basically.”

“Really? I had no idea,” Linda said in awe, as if she had found newfound respect.

“Is that so hard to believe?” I chuckled.

“I just… I think you just earned another star in my book. I totally misjudged you. In that way, anyway,” Linda said with a smile. A smile with those cute dimples. Man.

I took a hand and ruffled her hair a bit, something I always did with Luna. Linda swatted my hand away, but remained smiling. I scanned her for a second. She was something, I have to say. More than just a pretty girl, I guess.

“I’m both,” Linda said suddenly.

“What now?” I asked, unsure what we were talking about.

“Erh, I have both parts, if that makes sense,” Linda said.

“It doesn’t,” I admitted.

Linda gestured downstairs. My eyes went wide as I realized what she meant. Those parts. I guess I looked pretty shocked, as Linda looked away, slightly blushing. I had always assumed Zach was joking, as if making mean comments about Linda was ‘alpha as fuck’ as that idiot would’ve said.

“And that’s why Amanda thinks I won’t find many suitors. And she’s probably right, honestly,” Linda said defeatedly.

“Man, I think there are plenty of folks out there who’d love a chance at you,” I said. “I mean, I’m sure that has its advantages.”

While the news was startling, I guess my subconscious had made her incredibly interesting for a reason. I don’t know how to explain it, and it was honestly not something I had ever thought about, but the fact that she was ‘both’, as she put it, made her even more alluring in some strange fashion.

“And hats off to ya. Have you, erh, come out like that to many people? Like outright?” I asked.

“No. Jen and Robert, a few others. Zach and Amanda knew after sneaking after me after gym class once,” Linda admitted.

“I’m in a special club,” I said. “Not having to sneak, even.”

Linda nudged my shoulder playfully. I shoved her back, before turning to lean my ass against the rail instead of my elbows.

“Well, I think I can speak for Kim too, and say that we appreciate and respect you regardless of what you got down there,” I said, wrapping a long arm around the little girl and pulling her into a quick one-armed hug.

“Thanks,” Linda said as I released her. “You have no idea how much that means to me. Girls like me are incredibly rare and we get ridiculed a lot.”

“Not here,” I assured her. “I’ll break necks.”

“I believe you. I can still remember that one time when you dragged Zach out of your house,” Linda said, looking reminiscent out into the hemisphere. “That’s one of my best memories.”

“I’m glad I could provide,” I said.

We stood in silence for a bit. I tried to think back to all our encounters. It made sense now why Jen and Robert had been somewhat protective of Linda. I looked over at her. I guess I did feel that way too.

“Want me to toss Amanda out?” I asked.

“No. Not on my account anyway. I should probably make up with her.”

“So how big are we talking?” I asked. Linda’s eyes went wide. “I’m just teasing. Silly guy talk. Figured since you have one foot in both camps.”

“Some would say foot and half in both camps, being three-legged,” Linda teased, causing me to snicker. “Josh. Thank you for coming out. And thank you for cheering me up. And being awesome.”

An odd pang of pride struck within me. I was used to compliments, but it just hit differently from Linda. Like it meant a bit more. It felt good being of use like that, I think.

“So you’re feeling better?” I asked. Linda nodded. “Mission accomplished.”

Linda then tried to lean up, but was too short to reach anywhere but my jaw. She tugged at me and I leaned down, allowing her to give me a peck on the cheek. Her moist lips felt like molten lava against my skin. I even got goosebumps. I guess I liked getting kissed by Linda. As any sane man would, at least according to me.

“Wanna hear crazy stories from my uncle?” I asked, nodding towards the house.

“You go ahead. I’ll find Amanda and talk to her,” Linda said.

“You don’t have to, y’know,” I said, leading the way off the deck.

“But I do. If anything, the party’s gonna get real quiet and awkward when it dies down… Assuming I can stay over? Like before?” Linda asked.

“You’re always welcome here,” I said, giving her back a rub, before opening the door and we headed back inside.

“– so I’m awol from the Navy, got my fake ID, when– AYO! Back from a dip in the swimming pit?” Plumber Dan greeted us as we stepped. He sat with a few gathered around him in the kitchen, sipping Irish Coffee in the process of unloading some, indeed, crazy stories. Apparently this time from his stint in the Navy

In some ways, I had always been fascinated with Linda. From her natural charisma to her being extremely pretty. But now… it was sort of different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew it was positive.

*

“Jesus, Amanda, that’s mean as hell,” I said, shocked at Amanda’s behavior with Linda.

“I know… I actually feel bad for treating her like that. I… ugh, I’m not sure what happened,” Amanda muttered, looking at her empty wine glass.

We were sitting on a bench at the front of the house, facing the street. She had just told me how she had scolded Linda for being different, and that no one would ever touch her. Honestly, if I hadn’t gotten this newfound appreciation for Amanda as a genuine friend, I’d have Josh throw her out. She had been so nice to us, what had suddenly compelled her to such a bitch all of a sudden?

“I… I guess I can be jealous too.”

“Jealous? Of Linda?” I asked, not sure where the hell this was going.

“No. Or yes. But honestly more of you and Josh. You guys are childhood sweethearts, right? You’ve seen how my childhood ‘sweetheart’ is. And…” Amanda said, breaking off a bit. I was starting to realize that while she helped us, she never talked about these things herself. “And I guess I’m jealous of that. Then I slept with Linda and with Josh, and now I can’t get over it. I honestly can’t understand why you even bothered with Tubby, with Josh right there.”

“You’re having a crush on Josh?” I asked, half surprised and half to stake my goddamn territory. As hypocritical as that was. I could happily share, but not give away.

“No. I just want someone nice,” Amanda admitted. “I’ve fucked a bunch of guys in my day, but nobody has come close to what I experienced with both of those two.”

I guess I understood where she came from. Josh and I had always had each other, and barely ever lived a life without being within arms reach. Luckily, Josh had always been great in those years. Amanda had Zach. Zach was a piece of shit, and by all accounts it seemed like Amanda even sort of regretted being with him. But we were all still young, even if Amanda was a year or so older than us.

“Can I admit something?” I asked.

“I don’t have a monopoly on being a bit fucked up,” Amanda said.

“Fuck, I hate saying this, but I kinda miss the sex actually… Not me, perhaps, but my body, if that makes sense. Like when I thought Josh was into it? And I guess when I thought he was ignoring me? Tob– he was just so big and dominant. I just kinda lost myself in the sex and it honestly felt great. In the moment, that is. Now it’s terrible,” I said, feeling guilt well up in my throat, as I knew how fucked that was. And Amanda looked like she could’ve slapped me, which didn’t make it better by any means.

“Toby over Josh?” Amanda asked dumbfounded. She shook her head in disbelief. “So, you’d take Toby over Josh?”

“No! Never!” I said immediately. Never. I’d cut his dick off before I let that piece of shit anywhere near me again. “Life is more than great sex. And as you’ve been lucky enough to experience, Josh is great. I can’t even enjoy sex if Josh isn’t into it. But Toby, despite how I feel about it now, I can’t lie and say it wasn’t great back then. Getting… erh… used…”

“Would you fuck Toby again if he stood right here and now?” Amanda asked.

I got beet red at even the proposal. How dare she! Then again, I didn’t exactly trust myself… maybe that was why I had such a great amount of hatred for that kid. He made me feel things I shouldn’t, things I hated. And I knew that he knew how well he had treated me when the charade was still up, and I hated that.

“I… I’m scared that I would,” I admitted.

The pain and shame was so overwhelming I thought I’d die. It was so horrible. And the fact that it was the truth made me hate him even more. Why had I been so fucking stupid? Why had I pushed it even further, instead of letting Josh have his way with Toby until there was no more Toby left? I would regret that for the rest of my life. And the fact that Josh forgave me, and even loved me, was sometimes straight up painful.

“Time heals all wounds, unless you’re getting an amputation,” Amanda said, giving my hand a squeeze. It was rare that she was kind, so I knew it was a genuine gesture of sympathy. “Maybe Toby was never the issue, but rather that you're a sneaky little pervert with a hefty appetite for naughty sex?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity. “Maybe,” I admitted.

We sat in silence for a bit, listening to the thumping from inside the house.

“So you slept with Linda?” I asked.

“Listen to this nosy little devil,” Amanda teased. “Oh yeah. I can’t describe it. It was just a very special night. She’s so fucking nice, then she can fuck like that? Jesus. I couldn’t walk straight for a week, and my whole body was just fucked up!”

“Really?” I asked, more intrigued than I should’ve been.

“Oh yeah. And she’s huge, Kim, fucking huge. And skilled, right from the get go. I had sort of assaulted her in her sleep, and girl, she punished my poor little pussy for an eternity for it,” Amanda said, utterly reminiscent of what sounded like a great night.

“So why did you rip into her then?” I asked.

“Because I wanted more, and she refused me. Nobody ever refuses me, so I got angry,” Amanda explained, showing a fraction of shame. “I will go and beg her to forgive me. I can’t live with myself knowing I’ve burnt a bridge to such a good fuck.”

“I’m almost jealous,” I chuckled. Amanda sure sounded like she wanted more of Linda. “Wanna head inside and join the party again?”

“You have to talk to Josh about your sexual needs. Communication is key, which I think you guys know better than anyone,” Amanda said. “But yeah. Let’s go.”

Amanda stood up, and followed me inside. Then she spied Linda heading towards her. Amanda gave me a knowing nod, before heading towards Linda. In the meantime, I went to find Josh.

*

It wasn’t every day you saw a supposed hotshot get his ass kicked by a girl. The party had sort of trickled down over the course of the evening, and now a few sat in the lounge area, while some of us sat around watching Zach getting humiliated by my little sister again. She was even taller than him, and being much stronger than him she ragdolled him pretty easily. He had wanted revenge for the noogie, and was now tapping out from an armbar that Luna had put him in in record time.

Luna released her grip before throwing Zach over onto his hand and knees, putting him in a guillotine.

“AYO!” Plumber Dan chuckled, being one of the spectators.

“I get it, I get it,” Zach grunted, finally tapping.

The party wasn’t entirely dead, but a lot had either bailed or on their way to wait for a taxi. Trickled out is a better term, down to our small core. I scanned the room. Luna was here, sweating like a pig in her white top and white jeans, of course. Kim, my uncle, Linda, Amanda, and the wiccan chick for some odd reason. Where did we even find her? And me being bad with names had no idea what she was called.

“How about some truth and dares?” the wiccan suggested. She didn’t wear the usual party dress up most people did, wearing a conservative gray wool sweater and some long skirt with a flowery look. Except for that skirt, I guess she could’ve passed for a goth for my ignorant mind, but she had quickly corrected me earlier.

“Ooouuu,” Amanda hooted, gallivanting over to our lounge area, my eyes following the sway of her hips. “Gather around folks.”

And so we did. Per usual, I took the sofa with my back toward the pool area. There was a guy or a girl sleeping on the other end, but I didn’t mind them. Linda and Luna to my right, Kim to my left. Instead of our previous tenant, Plumber Dan sunk down into the poor two-seater. Being well over 400 lbs, the thing barely clung to life under him and the now miniscule wife of mine next to him. I wasn’t sure how Plumber Dan would fit in this crowd though. In the opposite sofa, Zach took his seat along with Amanda, with the wiccan chick in between them, unaware she was the wall between exes.

“Who the fuck are you?” Zach asked grumpily.

“My name is Rowan,” the wiccan answered. There we are! Rowan was her name. Finally, I could stop calling her that, the wiccan. It seemed like I was using the wrong word to describe her. Was it a slur? Did they prefer witches? Erh… whatever.

“Okay,” Zach chuckled without humor, not offering the same introduction back to Rowan.

She leaned toward him, and said with half a smirk, unaware what she was talking to, “You’re supposed to, y’know, say your name back, random person,” she said, nudging him.

“Zach,” he said, looking around the room as if to say ‘what the fuck did I just walk into’.

Of course, most of us who knew Zach would have preferred that he left, but for now he wasn’t too bad. But one straw would snap that camel in half.

“So what’s your deal?” he asked, looking back at Rowan for a moment.

“I practice the Craft. I struggled for a while with my femininity so my journey led me to–”

“Femininity?” Zach chuckled, giving her a scan.

“Zach, shut the fuck up,” Amanda said. “Truth or dare, not interrogate Rowan or whatever. Birthday boy, let’s begin. Truth or dare?”

I took a sip to drag out the moment. “Truth.”

“Boring. Do you eat out?” she asked.

“God damn it, Amanda, my sister is here,” I said. “And my uncle.”

“Yeah, keep me outta this, what the fuck,” Plumber Dan said, shaking his head while chuckling along.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle grown up talk. What’s the deal with men loving eating out anyway?” Luna asked, trying way too hard to be casual about it in my opinion. I just sunk my face down in my hands and groaned.

“Because men are hungry animals,” Rowan said knowingly. Luna got a weird expression from that comment.

“Well?” Amanda asked.

“Yeah,” I admitted. I wasn’t the first one to jump on the feast, but I was more than happy to provide a girl with some oral. Unless Amanda meant to go eat out at dinner, then yeah, of course. But it was Amanda, and her brain was a straight gutter.

“Do you kiss the ring?” Amanda asked. Before I stopped myself I had nodded. Damn it, alcohol.

“What did she mean?” Rowan asked the room.

“I meant eating ass,” Amanda said promptly, getting a chuckle out of the witch as the two exchanged a dubious smirk.

“Wasn’t it my turn?” I said.

“Oh, I was just curious. But fuck this, let’s get some bottle dares! And yes, Josh, we’ll keep it PG… for now. Anyone need the rules, raise a hand,” Amanda said. Rowan and Plumber Dan raised theirs. “Basically, I propose a dare, then spin the bottle twice for participants. Let’s say, totally PG, X has to massage Y for 30 seconds. So I spin the bottle. Luna… And Josh. So big bro here will get his big juicy muscles salaciously groped by his own little sister.”

“Fuck me,” I muttered, as this was getting out of hand already.

“Not yet, big boy,” Amanda teased. Zach snapped his glare from Amanda to me.

Luna climbed across Linda, and promptly shoved at my shoulder for me to turn. As much as Amanda wanted it to be dirty, Luna and I were both athletes growing up and had given each other rubs throughout our childhood, and Luna was pretty good too. Luna dug her slender fingers into my shoulders and down my sides, I groaned from the impact. Luna massaged me thoroughly and I had to admit she got a few knots. Afterwards, she just remained seated next to me as her new seat.

This was already a tad odd, given Luna had been my younger sibling, but as the recipient, it was my turn to spin the bottle.

“We had the preshow, let's go for the main event. More wrestling,” I said, wanting the PG’ing to continue.

“Naked and oily?” Amanda asked, getting a chuckle out of Kim from Amanda’s persistence to be dirty.

“No. But until both shoulders touch the floor,” I added.

“That’s gonna take forever,” the others complained.

“Well, the others can just play on or whatever,” I said, taking the bottle.

It spun and landed on me. Well, it wouldn’t take that long then. Until it landed on my uncle, the crazy Plumber Dan, who reacted with a good ‘ayo’. He hadn’t looked too comfortable with this whole party game of ours so far, though.

I glanced over at him and his perpetual crazy smile and wild eyes. His mustache flared out from his grin. I knew he wrestled decades ago, and was ex military, and had weight on me, but I was still fairly certain I could beat him. It would just be incredibly hard to move all that weight around, especially him being so fucking tall. Six ten, I think he was? But he was still in his blue overalls, so I hoped my slacks and shirt would give me an advantage.

“I wanna watch this,” Luna said eagerly.

“I kinda do too, and I kinda don’t,” Amanda said dismissively.

Both of us took position in front of each other in the area between the kitchen and the lounge area where the sofas were. I looked at Plumber Dan. It was impossible to read him, as he always had that grin on him, and those eyes screamed crazy.

“Shoulders touch the mat?” I asked, thinking this would be more reminiscent of a sumo match.

Plumber Dan nodded. Luna gave us a countdown before I bolted forward. I knew I could give him no momentum, with the weight advantage. I quickly got around him into a bear hug. Uncle grabbed my shirt and I heard it rip. That wasn’t the only thing to rip as I no doubt tore a muscle when I hoisted the entire plumber off the floor and tossed him to the floor.

“AAAAAAYOOOO!” Plumber Dan roared as he flew through the air, ending in a grunting ‘ayo’ as he landed. I quickly got on top of him and rolled him so he went with both his shoulders to the floor. “You still got it kid,” the big man groaned, rubbing his back.

“Or I just tore it,” I complained, as my back screamed through the alcohol, eyeing the sofa to see if Luna was up for another massage. Just in time to see Linda give Luna a quick peck on her cheek, reminding me why this game could be as fun as it was risky. “What else did I miss?”

“Just that,” Kim said. “And perhaps a belly shot.”

“Who!?” I demanded.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Kim teased, handing me the bottle.

Damn it. I took the bottle. “Kiss on the cheek.” I knew from last time not to go overboard with the dares, even if the others didn’t. I was the one with family here, after all.

And lucky me, I would receive one from Amanda. She even fished out a pink lip stick, applying a thick layer before making her way over to me. She blew a kiss to Kim before leaning in. Her breath tickled my neck as she seemed to draw in my scent as she moved up. I suddenly felt a wet tongue slither into my ear before she planted a big wet kiss right on my cheek, flicking her tongue against my skin.

“I think he likes it,” Kim teased from my left.

“Pink fits him,” Luna joked.

Amanda then, in front of everybody, moved her hand to my knee, and crept it up. But instead of feeling my crotch, before I could stop her even, she took the bottle out of my hand, and plumped down right next to me, thigh against thigh as Luna had moved back to Linda. Now Zach certainly glared at me, as it was obvious that Amanda teased me excessively, with a hint of a promise. Only if they knew how true that promise had been before.

“Someone has to go have fun with someone in the bathroom,” Amanda said slowly and Monroe-like, spinning the bottle lazily. I felt a surge in my groin at that. Damn, what a sexual being she was. Even Kim was biting her lip at that.

But neither of us were the lucky ones. It landed on Plumber Dan… and Zach. Plumber Dan yelled out AYO, of course, while Zach got pale.

“I can’t do this. You guys won’t make me, right?” he asked desperately.

“Come on now,” Plumber Dan urged cheerfully. “I’m a huge enthusiast of shit pipes, and nobody knows how to unclog them better.”

With some reluctance, and with no debate nor help from anyone else, Zach followed Plumber Dan towards the bathroom behind the kitchen.

“Are we really gonna let that poor kid get raped?” Rowan asked, just in time to hear Plumber Dan roar into laughter, hollering and hooting with everything he got, a series of loud ayo’s echoing out from the small bathroom.

Under the ruckus we could hear a small sickening ‘oh god’ from Zach, and seconds later they both came out. Zach looked like he had seen a ghost. Plumber Dan looked satisfied with himself.

“What happened?” Kim asked, as Zach didn’t walk funny or anything.

“He clogged and then unclogged the toilet… What the fuck did I just witness…” Zach said horrified. He grabbed his jacket and sort of drifted off towards the door.

“Yeah, I’m calling it a pipe, I mean, I’m calling it a night,” my uncle said, pulling out his own jacket. “It has been fun and all, but this bottle thing is not exactly me, ya know, and heh, I’m up at 4 AM anyway.”

“That’s only a few hours from now,” Kim said, turning toward the big man.

“Heh,” Plumber Dan said, giving a two-finger salute before making his way down the hall.

“I’ll take that,” Luna said, grabbing the bottle. It seemed the loss of our uncle lit a fire under her. And the others. A fifty-something year old man didn’t exactly fit in with this crowd.

“Your uncle is nuts,” Rowan muttered wide-eyed.

“How about a make out sesh in the closet?” Luna suggested, spinning the bottle before I could object. Well, if it became me and her again, at least we could just pretend if it was in the closet.

But I was even more unlucky. It landed on Kim and Linda. “God damn it,” I said.

“You sad you don’t get to watch?” Kim playfully teased, pouting on my behalf, standing up to accept Linda’s eager hand.

Last time Kim had disappeared into the closet it was with someone who tried to steal her away, and that wasn’t lost on me as I saw Linda and Kim snicker their way toward the broom closet. The moment the door closed, I heard a thump against the door and I knew they were getting at it. I could almost imagine the two hotties salaciously throwing their tongues against one another, moaning as their lips and cheeks became coated in their drool and slop. To be a fly on the wall…

I returned my attention to the group, in time to see Rowan smiling at Amanda, as Amanda had her hand way up her skirt, seemingly feeling the wiccan’s ass. By the looks of it she had nylon stockings on. I never thought I had a thing for that, but seeing Rowan’s calves clad in dark nylon was an enjoyable sight to be sure. Maybe it being hidden under a flowery dress helped.

“Not bad,” Amanda said approvingly.

“I know, right?” Rowan concurred, taking the bottle. “Wrestling seems to be a theme, and these two stallions have been at it all evening,” she said, nodding towards Luna and me. It was probably mostly Luna, as she was quite competitive despite her tentative and playful tendencies, but I guess I was dragged into it now.

“More wrestling?” Rowan suggested.

“Fuck,” Amanda complained. “I want some frisky shit.”

“Can’t win ‘em all. Oops, looks like it’s you again, Josh,” Rowan said.

Indeed it was. And Luna. She had already wrestled Zach twice today, so she was already warmed up. But she was also fairly drunk. I knew for a fact, something I’d never say out loud, that Luna would kick my ass if she was sober. She was way more active than me, and while I was bigger and stronger, she was agile as fuck, and faster. And her grip was just unnatural.

Luna almost looked like she’d pounce on me on the sofa, but we made our way to the floor again. I knew Amanda would enjoy some sibling wrestling, so I tried to keep the grunts and position play as modest as possible. As if. It took some effort, but using my weight against Luna I was able to roll her and get her both shoulders on the floor.

“Fuck!” Luna exclaimed. “We better have a rematch when I’m sober!”

“Heh, what’s the point? I already beat you,” I chuckled.

“But–”

“Yeah yeah,” Amanda interrupted.

I plumped down on my sofa, seeing both Linda and Kim being back, stealing a small glance at one another. Something told me their make out session went well. God damn it, why did it have to be in the god damn fucking closet…

But it was my turn again. “Slow dancing for half a minute,” I suggested.

I knew I wasn’t the most daring tonight, but I didn’t want to end up doing something nasty with Luna again. With so few participants this time around it was only a matter of time. Hell, we had been picked twice together now.

“Why are y'all so boring?” Amanda complained, as the bottle chose Luna and Kim.

“Come here, girl,” Kim teased. At least they were more or less sisters. By marriage they were. I didn’t trust these other folks to slow dance with lil sis with how things were going.

Luna took my wife's hand and moved to the floor. Being a few inches taller than Kim, it fell natural for Luna to lead. After Rowan took the initiative to find a song, the two looked at each other as they rocked back and forth to the song. It looked cute enough. Certainly sincere, as I knew they both loved and appreciated one another.

Then Kim playfully lowered her hands to grope Luna’s ass. I guess Amanda wasn’t the only one with a dirty mind, but I should’ve already known that. Luna smiled, and groped back, pulling Kim a bit closer. It looked almost as if the touch-and-feel started playful enough, but both were getting into it as the slow tender motions guided them through the song.

It even looked like they were about to kiss, with how close they had their faces, looking into one another’s eyes as even from here I could see their breaths slow down and grow heavy. Man, if you ignore that it was my sister, it could almost have been kinda hot.

“I’ll make it interesting while those two find a room,” Amanda said, breaking the spell. I shook my head, as if to ward off whatever I thought I was thinking. “Seeing Josh is so popular with the bottle-gods, let’s make it interesting. Any time Josh has to do a dare, one has to kiss the other.”

Just in time for Luna and Kim to get back. They looked like they enjoyed that dance a lot.

“Might have to borrow your wife,” Luna joked, slapping Kim’s ass on their way back to their respective seats.

“You’d be eskimo siblings and actual siblings,” Rowan joked.

“Yeah, okay, enough of that,” I said, wanting that topic to get dropped.

Though I have to admit, while I didn’t find it hot, per se, I don’t know if I would mind if Kim fooled around with my sister. I mean, they’re not actually blood related. It would surprise me if they hadn’t done anything at all already. I mean, thinking back to our previous tenant, and to Alex just earlier, that was different. Luna was someone I knew I could trust. But enough of that.

Amanda spun the bottle and again it picked Luna and who other than Linda. Linda really got in heavy with the girls tonight. Neither seem to give it much reaction, other than a smirk.

“So they kiss everytime I gotta do something?” I asked. Amanda nodded. I guess the heat was turned up way high by now anyway, so a kiss here and there would be welcomed.

The turns were a bit all over the place, but Kim took the initiative. “Another make out session,” she said, sounding hopeful as she sent me a small glare. I had to wonder what she was hopeful for. Getting me? Teasing me? Getting me some action? All three options were valid alternatives in my opinion, especially with the two other guys gone. Though, Luna was still here.

But I was lucky. If I didn’t participate, at least I got to see Amanda and Kim make out. Something I had been wanting to see for a while. The blonde climbed onto Kim’s sofa, looking at my wife like some predator stalking her prey. Kim playfully bit her lip as she leaned back before Amanda dove into her neck, kissing and licking her way up to her face. One lick along Kim’s cheek and then their lips interlocked into a series of wet kissing sounds that immediately had my groin pulsing and my heart pumping.

Kim put her hand against Amanda’s cheek before dipping her hand into her thick hair, moving the blonde locks around like feathers on a pillow. Meanwhile, Amanda took my wife's hand and slid it under the hem of her t-shirt, which slowly and tantalizingly crept up her stomach, revealing the flawless tanned skin of the blonde bomber. Kim arched herself towards Amanda's straddling body, but Amanda moved a hand to snap Kim's head aside and lick up her neck before again engaging her tongue inside of my wife's mouth.

“Jesus, they're really getting into it,” Linda muttered.

“Kinda hot,” Rowan admitted.

The temperature had certainly risen to the occasion as my hot Latina wife made out with the tan blonde bombshell, her hand hidden up the latter's top, eagerly fondling the supple and copious breast underneath.

They pulled apart for a quick breath, a small string of saliva hanging between their mouths. Kim was breathing hard with parted lips and rosy cheeks, her lust-filled eyes sending me a clear sign that this was for me. I hoped. Or that perhaps Kim wanted more.

Amanda again put her hand against Kim's neck before placing a hickey under her jawline, before pulling her mouth up to Kim's ear, saying something, and kissing her before climbing back down from her sofa, adjusting her t-shirt back down, leaving Kim panting for more, a glistening sensation at her bottom lip.

“Hope you enjoyed the show,,” Amanda said confidently to the group. We sure did. Jesus Christ. I don't mind being a voyeur if that's what I got to see. “Man, I need to get off. So, whoever gets free reign on someone’s mouth. Fingers crossed.”

And luck would have it, the bottle chose Luna and me. My heart sank. This was what I dreaded, something happening with my sister and myself. To my shock and horror, Luna smiled widely as she climbed over to my sofa, making her way up next to me.

“Here?” I asked, wanting to vomit more than anything.

“Oh yeah,” Luna said in a husky voice, before leaning up to my ear. “I wanna use your mouth in front of everyone.”

Luna then sat back on her heels and looked at me with a smirk. “Tell me how great I am, and tell everyone how I’m a much better wrestler than you. And say that League is better than Dota. AND! Say this exactly: ‘Luna, my much superior sibling, who is very beautiful, I promise that I, Josh, will get you that blue Supra you talked about last week’.”

“What the fuck?” Amanda said. “I would’ve fucked his mouth.”

But I was getting off scot free here. And I had no problem complimenting my sister, so this was no trouble at all. I was getting a sneaky suspicion Luna just wanted to tease the group a bit.

“Luna, you’re so great,” I started, trying to recall what she had told me to say. “You're a much better wrestler than me. League is better than Dota 2, not even close. And yes, Luna, my much superior sibling, who is very beautiful… what was it again? Whatever, I’ll get you that Supra or what it was.”

“Mmmh, yeah, that hit the spot,” Luna muttered, as if this brotherly torment gave her an “orgasm.” Even I had to chuckle at that. Luna made her way over to her seat next to Linda, and the two exchanged a quick kiss. Though I could tell they regretted not making it last longer.

“Somebody has to kiss someone’s ass,” I said, spinning the bottle. For once, I was in a groove. I was getting to kiss someone’s ass, and with just girls here, all of them attractive in their own right, I had no problem. I hadn’t seen Rowan’s but Amanda had been complementary to what she felt. And even if it became Luna, I knew now I’d probably just have to verbally kiss her ass.

But it became Linda.

“Bet you like that,” Kim teased. I grinned a stupid grin.

Linda too, making her way over to me. But instead of sitting down, I don’t know what I expected, she held out her hand for me to follow. Of course. Couldn’t exactly strip in a room full of people like that. Even if I sat with my shirt a bit ripped from wrestling my uncle, but that was different, I think.

“I don’t show my ass to just anyone,” Linda teased, helping me to my feet.

“Enjoy, dear hubby,” Kim said, as we made our way to the closet. I actually think, if I’m not mistaken, that this would be the first time I had any fun in this old broom closet.

Looking toward the group, I saw Rowan move toward Luna. God knows for what, but with a bottle of booze in her hand, I was guessing another belly shot was commencing.

“Come on,” Linda urged, and we both went into the small broom closet.

“Listen, I know temperature’s are high, but you don’t have to–”

“Stop being so modest, and get on your knees,” Linda urged, shutting me up immediately. She didn’t sound angry or commanding, just wanting me on my knees. I obliged, looking at her as I saw a certain glint in her eyes. “Good boy,” she said in a lower voice.

Without any further delay, Linda moved her hands to her fly and flicked it open. But instead of giving me a glance at what she had underneath, she turned. Of course. I was here for some ass, nothing else. She hooked her thumbs inside her skin-tight black jeans and started to peel them down, revealing her wide-set girthy, well-shaped ass, hooking her jeans just under her cheeks, dragging her panties with her.

I drew my breath almost involuntarily as I finally saw parts of those features I had admired a few times before, and thus filled my senses with her sweet womanly scent. A certain musk wafted up to my nostrils and almost hypnotized me, her lightly freckled round orbs just teasing me as my head seemed to come to a halt as if stuck in the air like a broken clock. It was the most magnificent set of cheeks I had ever seen, at least that I was thinking here in the moment.

“It's not gonna kiss itself,” Linda said, her voice husky.

I didn't even notice getting closer to her before my nose bumped into her warm cheek, causing her to lightly gasp at the impact. I guess she was into having her ass kissed as well. But before I did anything, I wanted to drink this all in. My tongue tasted the salty sweat on her skin, following it around to the other ass cheek. I was acting on pure instinct at this point.

“Ah, that is… that is licking, not kissing,” Linda reminded me, though I could tell she didn't mind the attention.

“Sorry,” I said. I guess we shouldn't spend too much time on this.

I quickly sank my lips into her firm cheek, sucking in her flesh hard, trying to see if I could taste that aroma I was smelling the entire time, before unlocking my lips from her.

“No problem. Just don't want us to get carried away,” Linda said, hiking her pants back up. While she did seem a bit flustered, perhaps she respected Kim as my wife a bit too much to take advantage of my horniness.

I wasn't even sure how far I'd take it, as I realized how much of an ass man I was. Or perhaps because of who the ass was attached to. I had admired her a lot already, so finally getting to do something was very exciting. But like Linda, I probably wouldn't let it go too far. Besides, how would that even work if she indeed had a cock like she alluded to earlier... well, let's not think too much about that. I just got carried away a bit, is all.

“You two are in for it. You’re making out for 30 seconds,” Amanda said without turning to look back at us as we emerged. “We spun the bottle and it landed on your seats.”

“We are?” Linda said hopeful. Kim shot us a dirty grin.

Linda promptly turned and moved a hand to my stomach to push me into the closet again.

“No. Do it here,” Kim said, nodding at the couch I usually sat in. Linda blushed a bit at that. She was pretty eager, it seemed like. Maybe my lips on her ass had done her in a bit. “Then Luna gets two kisses per the rules.”

Linda swiftly took her place on the sofa next to my usual spot, beckoning me over. When I sat down, Linda was quick to swing her leg across me, straddling me before grabbing my head and making me look up into her onyx-gray eyes. Before Luna started counting I felt a soft sensation press against my lips, which quickly intensified as Linda explored the inner parts of my mouth, dragging her wet tongue around, exploring the crevices before her.

It was unlike anything I had ever done. The tenderness mixed with the eroticism had me wrapped around her fingers. She seemed so hungry with how she ate me, dragging fingers into my hair, scraping fingernails against my scalp, her other hand on my chest squeezing, biting her way around my cheeks as we went at it. It was intense, and so intimate and good.

It was as if she had been waiting for this moment the entire evening. God, the soft moans coming from her made me shiver all over and pump me up like a bull. And she even let me move my hands from her back and onto her shapely ass, groping her as she ate away at me. By the end of it, Linda pressed my face so deep into her chest I wondered if I could breathe through all that fabric. Not that I cared. The sensory experience was intoxicating. I wished it didn't have to end.

But the alarm went off, and our little session was over. I had never been taken with such ferocity, and we didn't even do anything sexual. It was just kissing. Who would've thought kissing could be that good? Not to draw comparisons, but Kim and I always kissed of course, made out intensely and whatnot, but maybe because it was extramarital fun with another girl made it so much… erotic? That's gotta be it.

And the taste in my mouth was different. I could actually taste Linda's breath still on mine. Her smell lingered on me too. It felt like I had been taken by a storm or something.

“My turn,” Luna said, climbing over to our sofa, as Linda climbed off of me. Everyone wanted their turn on Linda now, even my own sister. Though, I knew it was due to the rule Amanda sat earlier.

“Jesus Christ, Josh, you got way more than me and Amanda,” Kim muttered, as Luna got her two kisses next to me. I didn’t have to look at that, so I turned to Kim.

“Was it too much?” I asked, a bit worried.

“Nowhere near,” Kim whispered, before giving me a quick kiss too. She even licked her lips and shot me a dirty grin. “She tastes good, doesn’t she?” Did my wife really want to compare notes?

“I can hear you,” Linda chuckled, as she moved to her sofa along with Luna.

“Let me clarify from earlier, Luna, I need someone to ejaculate into someone's mouth. Preferably and someone’s volunteering mouth,” Amanda said. “Especially after that. Seeing Josh ravaged? Phew.”

I was still sorta swooned, so I had no witty comeback I just took my drink and took a long gulp. Now I knew what Kim had endured in the closet earlier. If Linda had given my wife the same treatment it was no wonder Kim seemed a bit worked up. I just wish I was able to see it. I was dying to see them make out, honestly. Some parts of me, knowing what Linda was… Some deep depraved part of me wondered how far Kim would’ve taken it. But more than anything, like many others, I had a lot of pent up pressure I needed to relieve myself of.

And luck with have it, I was the one who got to ejaculate. In Kim’s mouth. After anything tonight, I knew that wouldn’t take long. Kim took me by my hand and practically dragged me the closet. Why we didn’t just go to the pool area, or to the TV room, I don’t know. Until I did. The moment we entered the closet we both drew in the scent of Linda’s presence still lingering in the walls.

“Something tells you liked Linda having her way with you,” Kim said, quickly sinking her knees, unbuckling my belt, ready to receive me for the second time this evening. “Or with me? You like how Linda dominated me in this closet?”

My cock throbbed in my pants, screaming to get released. I had been a bit apprehensive about that fantasy off late, but Kim teasing it now, with Linda no less, I couldn’t help but feel a giant pulse of arousal pour through me. Even more when I felt Kim’s soft hands wrap around my erection, soon followed by her tightly suctioned lips as she swallowed me to the root.

She moaned as her lips dragged on my skin, the sensation electrifying my senses as I was so fucking wound up and pent-up.

“Kim, fuck,” I gasped, feeling myself swell in my wife's eager, tight, hot throat. She pulled back just as I was about to bust.

“Would you like that? Linda making me a little slut wife once again?” Kim teased, jerking my cock into her mouth, keeping me so close to cumming. “I think you'd love to hear me moan while Linda did me in!”

“Would you?” I challenged, surprising Kim a bit. It was the first time in months we pushed such a fantasy. Or fetish, rather. But if Kim kept at it, and as we continued to play this little game of ours, I just knew some fetish was bound to find me.

“Maybe,” she hissed, licking her lips around the mushroom top of my dick.

Images of Linda on top of Kim flashed through my mind. I had seen her ass, so tried to imagine it flexing as it took Kim. It made me even more curious about Linda. A woman I had slightly been involved with, Kim too. If her rack, her hips, ass, and her everything else was so impressive, I wondered about what else she got.

“You think she's big?” I asked.

“You want me to find out one of these days?” Kim challenged. I knew what she was asking. Was the dangerous dark fantasy from before back on the menu? Did we really want to take a risk going down that route again? When I didn’t reply, Kim dove back on me.

It wouldn't happen tonight. Of that I was certain. Kim was teasing me so much right now, trying to get something going again, but this fantasy didn't want to stir. I was afraid of it, and the risks we took with it before. Instead, I let myself relax, letting the excitement burn inside me like an eternal furnace, warming every aspect of me as the jealousy and shame within me made me shoot a huge load into my waiting wife's mouth, hearing her eagerly moan and choke as she gulped me down.

“That was a big one,” Kim panted, leaning against the wall. I nodded, my mouth unable to produce words as it was focused on controlling my ragged breathing, struggling to return to normal after my soul almost left my body as it surged up the length of my pulsating erection. “And for the record, it was just teasing. I don't know if we should go down that route again.”

But the seed had been planted.

I closed my eyes as I felt that familiar burn again. Flashes of Kim with another person. My problem before was that I didn't like Toby, and probably our approach was fucked from the get-go. I'm a damn man. Jealousy would consume me the entire time.

“You're thinking about it, aren't you?” Kim asked. Did she sound hopeful? Did she want to cheat again? God, my wife was such a little slut, and it got me so hot under the collar. No, she asked out of concern for how it had ended last time. Would we ever let anything go that far again?

“I'll let it stir. We can't rush it,” I managed. It seemed fair. I knew she wanted it then. Kim, my wife, wanted to cheat again. This time, I don't know, it just felt different. I liked Linda. Like, really. Sure, her tits were out of this world and she looked good in whatever clothes, but she was a damn nice, sweet, and caring individual too. But all in due time. “You'd do it again?” I asked.

“Only if you're into it,” Kim explained, showing me that she had swallowed everything. She stood up and cupped my cheek, an odd action of sympathy after having nastily swallowed my load. “But it won't be any time soon, if ever.” It was good that she was the one assuring that. It made me feel better at least, now in post-nut clarity and all.

“Let's head back,” I said.

*

“Took you guys long enough,” Amanda said with a smirk. “We’ve all done shots, slapped, done some squats even. Want a go at the bottle, Kim?”

I shrugged my shoulders and took the bottle, as my now drowsy husband slumped down into the couch. I knew he was spent after the things I did to him. I was just a bit afraid I had pushed our mutual sharing-Kim-fantasy a bit hard. Guilt and shame shot through me as I teased Josh about it, but I couldn’t help it. My need for depraved sex was too strong. When we sobered up, or when we had the opportune moment, I knew I had to admit to Josh my desire for perverseness. For now, nudging Josh in the ‘right’ direction would help us in that direction, as manipulative one might think that was.

“How about a nice good night kiss?” I said, and spun. It landed on me. Fuck.

I hadn’t rinsed my mouth after Josh nutted in my mouth. His bitter, salty aftertaste still lingered on my breath. I looked over at him, but he seemed unaware that someone would taste his cum on my breath. I thought perhaps my perverted husband would like that, but I’d have to enjoy it all on my own.

And the bottle landed on Luna. Finally. I had waited to kiss that pristine silver-haired girl for so long. I’m not sure why I had been shy about it before, as she moved over to me she didn’t seem to make any fuss about it. She just closed her eyes, leaned close and soon her lips collided with mine.

I quickly latched my hands around her and pulled her on top of me. It was meant to be a kiss, but finally getting a taste of Josh’s younger sister, my best friend other than him, sent me into overdrive. Especially as she played along, seemingly unaware of my honest eagerness. Luna pressed me down and laid on top of me, separating my knees easily by lowering herself on top of me. I loved every second of it, getting used like that. It was a lesson Toby had taught me, and it seemed unable to be untaught.

I aslo think she was unaware what extra tastes she got when she played along, shoving her tongue into my mouth, pushing my own around with ease, dominating me utterly. It was so hot, and the extra aroma in my mouth just made it even naughtier. I couldn’t help but let out a whimper and a moan under her, until she unceremoniously lifted off of me and sat back, ending the kiss.

“I think it’s time for bed,” Amanda said. I knew for a fact she loved all of this. If there was some boundary that could be shattered, Amanda was there for it. I also noticed how she eyed Josh. I guess I knew she wanted a piece, having had no release herself. Hell, I hadn’t either. Being drained, I hoped he had enough in store for us both.

I looked around and saw most were kinda ready for bed indeed. Linda was keeled over with Luna next to her, more or less asleep. Rowan was fully asleep. Josh was awake, but barely.

“So I propose our little devious bedding arrangement solution from before,” Amanda said. “Make things interesting. Here,” she said, handing Josh a bowl with notes with names on in.

“Rowan, we’re bunking tonight,” he said. Not my first choice. From what I could gather, the wiccan had no interest in any debauchery like that. She just shrugged in her sleep.

I drew next. “I got you, Amanda,” I said.

“We better get our fix ourselves then, because this is a sleepy bunch,” Amanda muttered under her breath. “Luna and Linda, you’re sleeping together.” Luna gave a thumbs up before letting her arm just fall down.

Amanda took my hand and more or less dragged me to my feet. “Come on, you skank,” she said.

I guess I was kinda excited too. I had never been fully with a girl. And Josh had just opened up to sharing me again perhaps. Amanda sort of had fallen into our mix anyway, so I was sure he would be okay with it. But to be sure, I went over to him and nudged the sleeping giant.

“You okay?” I asked. Josh nodded, getting to his feet.

“You and Amanda, eh?” he chuckled. “Man, why do I miss out on the main event all the time?”

“We’ll make it up to you,” I promised him, which seemed to brighten him up a bit. “So it’s okay if me and her…”

“Absolutely,” Josh said.

“Yeah, Josh, stay with Rowan while I steal your girl,” Amanda teased. Fuck. She really knew to push me the right way. It was such a vile statement, and I saw in Josh it humiliated him as much as it aroused him. Though, unlike with Toby, he seemed more into it more than anything.

Minutes later I found myself on my back in one of the guest rooms, with the blue eyes of Amanda looking up at me as she was kissing her way down toward my crotch, both us naked as the day we were born. And for my own sake, we left the door open.

*

“Which bedroom is it that I can stay in? If I can stay?” Rowan asked. I jolted awake.

“Huh? Oh right. Of course you can,” I said looking over at the stranger sleeping on the couch. I looked around. The room was empty for people and it was dark. Though, there was the person sleeping on the couch, as I said, and also a few slouched over by the kitchen. “Here. We’re apparently sleeping in the same bed, but don’t worry. I won’t creep.”

“We’re all human,” the wiccan replied, whatever that meant. Either she was coming onto me, or saying she wasn’t shy.

Soon I found our bedroom, seeing that Luna and Linda probably had taken Luna’s room, and Amanda and Kim in the other guest room. Opening the door to my own bedroom pretty much confirmed it. I went to the bathroom for some water to let Rowan get undressed to whatever state of undress she was comfortable with before I ripped my shirt and pants off and jumped in bed.

After five minutes of tossing I was starting to realize this was even more awkward than sleeping in the same bed as my sister. At least Luna and I had shared a bed before when we were little and little Luna was scared of the dark, and also last time as adults, but we were both drunk and tired back then.

I had been drunk and tired now too, but the memory Kim and Amanda teasing me woke me right up. Not only for the obvious perks of seeing your hot wife with a sexy, slightly devious blonde, but also because both of them knew what those words did to me. And yet they pushed. I got off on Kim sleeping outside of marriage, and at the first chance of any verbal confirmation she jumped on it. But I knew this time it was different. While Amanda was kind of a bitch, she was hot. And a woman. Call me sexist for that, but I like women. And double the women up and I like them even more.

It also helped that I knew they chose their words to entice me. I could’ve spoken up and they wouldn’t use my fantasy against me, but I gave my okay. Enthusiastically so, too. This time, Kim sleeping with someone else was perfectly fine. More than fine. I was desperate to see it in action, instead of the morbid curiosity from before. When Amanda ravaged Kim on the sofa earlier, dominating my own wife right in front of everyone, was some of the hottest shit I’d ever seen.

“Somebody’s having fun,” Rowan mumbled. That perked my ears.

I heard it too. An obvious moan of a satisfied woman. It was happening. I didn’t know the actions, but right down the hall was Kim having a bunch of fun with that sexy friend of hers. There weren't any more moans, just the one. I wondered if it had been one of them cumming. Or perhaps that first stroke or lick to start it all.

“I’ll go check on ‘em, maybe tell them to be quiet,” I excused, rolling out of bed. Luckily Rowan laid on her side, or she’d see my throbbing bulge.

“Yeah right,” Rowan yawned, uncaring.

Stepping out into the hallway, I could see that Kim had left the door to their guest room open. Assuming it was Kim, as that was something she had learned to like. The hallway was pretty dark, so the moonlight from outside shone from the door, like alluring light drawing me towards a scene of my wife's unfaithfulness. Her infidelity. Again.

“What a slut you are,” I heard Amanda chide from within as I slowly made my way toward the light. “Cheating on your husband despite everything you’ve been through.”

“Oh god,” Kim moaned back, sounding like those words hit right home. I felt myself throb from the sounds they made alone. They started without me, even taunting me without my presence. I didn’t know if that morally made it worse, but certainly shot intrigue through me.

Creeping up to the door, I slowly peeked inside the door frame to the moonlit room. What I saw would burn itself into my brain more than any of my other voyeuristic encounters of Kim’s affairs. The moonlight shone in through the big windows, showing a naked Kim laying with her back against the headboard, legs splayed with Amanda bent over in a doggystyle position toward my wife’s crotch.

The blonde's head slightly bobbed up and down as she ate out my wife with hunger and intensity. The loud slurps and the moans from Kim made it apparent, but the way Amanda moved her head, pulsing up and down, showed the ferociousness of it. Kim clutched Amanda hard as and let out a loud yelp as the blonde hit a good spot and arched her back as Amanda continued to assault her.

I felt my erection throb to life as I saw Kim’s face contort in pure pleasure from getting her snatch lapped up by the blond bombshell. I had to think Amanda was pretty good too, as Kim clutched the headboard along with Amanda’s head, writhing in small convulsions. Could I have objected to this even if I didn’t give my okay? Fuck no. I wanted desperately to burn this into my memories for forever.

Suddenly Kim shot me a glance, seeing me at the doorway. That seemed to awaken her as a massive wave of pleasure surged through her body. With her eyes locked with mine I got to witness my wife cumming from Amanda’s mouth. Her feet slammed into the mattress as the blonde licked and lapped up the spasms and juice flowing from Kim and I heard the delirious sound of my wife cumming from another person, a sexy blonde chick with giant tits at that.

Eventually, Kim slumped down to her side, her hand had fallen off of Amanda, her body no longer writhing in euphoria but in post-orgasm ecstasy, the one leg still on Amanda having flopped onto the sheets and the other splayed over the side of the bed, a sole twitch here and there letting me know she was still alive, though out of action for sure.

“Nasty slut,” Amanda muttered, still unaware of me.

She moved a hand up to Kim’s slit and promptly pushed a finger in, getting a small gasp from Kim. Amanda then turned her hand around and curled her fingers, and started to pump Kim with increasing pace. Soon finding a good rhythm, she had Kim writhing and moaning in no time, her juices gushing as Amanda effortlessly made my wife cum again, this time with her fingers.

As Amanda saw Kim looking over at me, and turned herself. “Oh, is it our little voyeur man? Come to watch how your wife wants to be treated?”

“Come on then, Josh,” Kim said, patting the bed beside her, scooting down to sit by Amanda. I climbed aboard, eager to see where this was going as both soon sat with their knees folded under themselves in front of me.

“We should punish him for creeping on us like that,” Amanda said, resting her hands on Kim’s shoulder, snaking up before cradling her neck and pushing her tongue inside my wife’s mouth like before, while Kim’s perky tits mushed up against Amanda’s huge boobs. After a few good moans and chews, Amanda slid out of Kim, giving her one long lick from the nape of her neck to chin.

I was about to grab my throbbing dick, but Amanda slapped my hand away.

“Nope. You’re not getting off until we let you, or how we let you,” Amanda said. “Leaving poor Rowan all alone.”

“Is that so?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. If you don’t obey, you don’t get off at all,” Amanda said, turning back to my wife. “Isn’t that right, Kim?”

Kim slowly nodded, sealing my fate as a bystander, as the two sat facing each other. And just like that, neither of us was deemed in control.

Amanda craned Kim’s head with her hand and moved in for another session of deep kisses. Her other hand moved from Kim’s thigh and down and out of sight, and by the way her middle finger started pulsing I knew Amanda was fingering my wife right in front of me. It was as if she was doing us both by how she commanded us around and took my wife however she felt like. She was dominating the situation by commanding me. Both downright, and through Kim. We fell into her pace and were happy to fall even further.

Amanda guided Kim’s head from her mouth and down to nuzzle her neck, as Kim struggled to stay composed due to Amanda’s fingering. Resting her face in Amanda’s neck her expression was almost pained as she felt for that lingering sensation brewing within her. It seemed to be only moments until I’d witness her succumb to yet another orgasm. It was true then. Debauchery really got to Kim like nothing else. Or perhaps it was Amanda’s skill. Or both mixed together.

Looking me dead in the eyes, as I sat against the headboard watching my wife being administered so decadently, Amanda whispered, “Happy birthday, Josh. It’s your day, but I’m fucking your wife tonight.”

I almost came. Fuck. I felt my whole cock throb and pulse, but I relented to jerking off, worried they’d toss me out and carry on without me or something.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“I’m -ugh- I’m cuhm-cumming,” Kim groaned before being shut up by getting a massive titty shoved in her face. I saw her apply suction and I saw Amanda throw her head back in delight, but without stopping blasting my wife through another orgasm.

“Ever eaten a pussy before?” Amanda whispered to Kim, as if I wasn’t even here. Kim shook her head no, still with her mouth stuffed full of Amandas’s big titty, looking up at the blonde mistress puppy-eyed.

Amanda leaned upright on her knees and moved forward, forcing my wife to lay back on her back, and the blonde bomber soon climbed her way up. Moving one knee at a time, Amanda made Kim’s face disappear from my view, filling my eyes instead with the tan blonde’s perfect ass.

I heard Kim’s muffled inhalings from between Amanda’s firm thighs, and soon Amanda let out a satisfied moan, no doubt getting her snatch eaten. Amanda grabbed Kim’s head and started to grind into her, using my wife’s face and tongue for her own satisfaction. Seeing her sexy ass flex towards my wife’s face was such a tantalizing sight I wanted to have it play in a loop forever.

A jagged shrieking groan let me know Amanda soon was on the verge too, and soon I heard her repeatedly gasp as I saw her pulse and flex down with her ass, concentratedly pressing her pussy firmly against Kim.

“Fffuck!” Amanda yelled out, releasing her strong grip on my wife’s head to support herself against the mattress as she proceeded to fuck Kim’s dutiful face.

It was a wonder I hadn’t busted ten times already. I had to wonder if she took satisfaction that it was a wife, my wife, that she made cum so hard, and if that heightened her own pleasure. I had to wonder, would it have been this intense if I was even here?

“Not bad for your first,” Amanda said to the victim between her thighs. Kim seemed to still gently go at it, though without the help from Amanda, it worked more as a gentle massage. “Should we punish our sneaky hubby then?”

Our? I was married to Kim, not Amanda. Semantics.

“What do you have in mind?” Kim’s muffled voice said.

“I don’t get a say?” I asked.

Amanda finally turned to look lazily at me, as if she just noticed I was watching them. She jumped out of the bed, went to the floor before climbing up to me with something balled in her fist. She shoved her fist towards my mouth, and some cloth, which was oddly tasty, emerged from her hand and gagged my mouth. From being an experienced fan of Kim’s underwear, I knew the cloth was indeed underwear. Whose was hard to tell from my vantage point.

Amanda and Kim took place outside my knees, sitting on their heels. I noticed a certain shine to Kim’s face and chin. So nasty. My wife’s face caked with Amanda’s secretions like that. I almost wanted to lick her face myself. Like I said before, I was a happy participant in oral, but now I was downright eager to feast. The debauchery was winning me over.

Kim smiled up at me as she took my cock in her hand, but she didn’t stroke it. Instead, she moved her other hand to fondle my balls, while just holding my cock upright. Amanda, rubbed my thighs with her warm palms, while studying what Kim was doing. Once again it was as if I wasn’t here. Just my appendage, and them. As if I was reduced to a tool for their satisfaction. Not a bad position to be in, if I wasn't aching so bad to cum.

“Did you enjoy watching me fuck your wife's face?” Amanda asked, dragging her nails up and down my thighs, still watching Kim fondle me. Not overly satisfied with my wife's work, she pressed on her head until Kim's mouth was nuzzling my nutsack.

A lustful moan escaped my lips as Kim's hot breath washed over the skin, her diligent tongue massaging gently right between my testicles. Slowly, Kim went and coated my sack in saliva, her tongue pressing and rubbing against my sensitive skin with obvious and skilful ease. I looked down and saw she kept eye contact with me, and soon a thumb appeared, rubbing the underside of my shaft. I was so sensitive by now I worried that anything would set me off.

Amanda sensed this, gripping hard around the base of my cock, squeezing almost painfully hard. It wasn't comfortable at all, but amazingly it stopped my impending ejaculation. Though, I was desperate for release by now.

“Trick of the trade,” Amanda mused, moving her fingers down to slightly massage my balls, as Kim moved to lick my shaft instead.

With Amanda's other hand I saw disappear below between my legs, then suddenly I felt something press against my butt. I wanted to call out 'wait', and perhaps I could've stopped her, but gagged and enthralled by her spell, I let myself feel Amanda's finger painfully press itself inside me. But the feeling wasn't so terrible. In fact, combined with the torture on my balls, Kim lapping at my cock and Amanda's finger penetrating me, it was the most intense, arousing sensation I had experienced yet.

“Your husband seems to like a finger up there,” Amanda commented. Kim disengaged from my cock.

“Woah, you're fingering him?” Kim asked in disbelief.

“You've never taken your hubby's manhood?” Amanda said, cocking her head at Kim. My wife shook her head. “My my, Josh, seems like I've stolen a 'first' from your wife. He didn’t even try to stop me. Here,” she said, sliding her finger out of me. It felt oddly empty, but not for long as Amanda guided Kim's hand down.

Her slender finger soon nudged its way inside my ass, with Amanda guiding the motion. Kim's finger slid into the first knuckle before retreating and shoving back in, making me shut my eyes and tilt my head back to concentrate on the newly discovered sensations. It was odd and uncomfortable, but yet it felt good. The combination of both women dominating me was driving me crazy. Amanda instructing Kim how to pleasure her own husband, and through his own untouched places, no less.

“Hold your hand like this,” Amanda instructed, “Turn it around, and then curl. Then we'll see if we can't make your husband cum from getting his ass fingered by his wife.”

The suggestion and feedback made Kim giggle eagerly. She seemed way too into this, but I loved it. A sheen of sweat emerged on my forehead as Kim regained her rhythm, but now, after Amanda's tip and a little verbal guidance from me, she was quickly massaging my prostate as she slid in and out.

“Yes, just like that,” Amanda confirmed. “I love feeling how a guy is about to shoot. You can feel it when you do it like this.”

The feeling was unreal. My cock throbbed with each thrust of Amanda guiding my wife's finger in and out of me, my nuts felt filled to the brim, and all the sensations traveled like a conduit up my ass into Kim's finger, further teasing and stimulating me.

“Don't think he can last much longer,” Amanda observed, moving closer and her tits filled my view, not helping one bit in delaying my load. “Must be painful for him,” I heard from above.

Kim's tongue softly pressed against my cockhead, followed by her mouth swallowing me in, just as she angled a little bit differently, and stroked a bit harder and faster just against a particular place within me, pushing me to the brink. My load exploded in and up from my crotch into Kim's eager, soft and incredibly warm mouth. With each pump of Kim's hand, I unloaded into her mouth. It felt like it lasted for forever as Amanda controlled Kim's speed and pace, expertly teasing all my remaining semen out of me, draining me further.

By the time Kim removed her finger from my ass and came up from my cock, I was an exhausted slug. I don't think I had ever had an orgasm so intense as that. Holy shit!

Kim then turned to Amanda who happily moved in as she understood what my wife wanted. They open-mouth tongue kissed one another, pushing my load between them, swallowing on occasion, until there was nothing left.

“Fuck you girls are hot,” I muttered, yanking the soaked panties out of my mouth.

“Like I said,” Amanda said with a wink. “Happy birthday.”

“Love you honey,” Kim smiled, before licking her teeth from remnants of my orgasm.

“Love you too,” I groaned. “Did you guys plan this?”

“Not entirely. I hoped to have some fun action for you this evening, give you something special, but taking it this far was just icing on the birthday cake,” Kim said, then her eyes went wide with realization. “Fuck, I forgot about your cake!”

“Easy breakfast,” I joked. “This has been a wild night, for sure.”

“So you guys wanna fuck?” Amanda suggested.

With my cock resting from just busting, I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck anything other than sleep right now. This was a great ending to a wild day. What more could a married guy need other than his wife cheating and her a sexy friend in his bed?

More sex, is the answer.

“I'll get her ready for you,, stud” Amanda said, shoving Kim roughly onto her back. Amanda clearly felt very comfortable domming Kim, it seemed, and Kim seemed to like it. It drove me nuts, honestly. She was supposed to be mine, and me hers, yet it was Amanda who shoved her back.

“Oh god,” Kim said, her eyes fluttering as Amanda's tongue engaged with her slit.

Kim's hands wrapped around Amanda's head, pushing her deeper between her thighs, until I knew Amanda was eating out Kim's ass. I was shocked at Kim's initiative. Apparently, I wasn't the only one getting a first snatched by Amanda. I had never eaten Kim's ass. She always thought it was so nasty. But Amanda was nasty altogether, in all the right ways, so she went for it without prejudice.

I didn't see exactly what was going on, but from Kim's expressions and purrs, I could tell the sensation went from odd to clearly pleasurable.

Seeing Amanda bent over like this, eating my wife's ass, was more than enough for me to get ready again.

Not waiting any time, Amanda moved away so that I could climb between Kim's thighs. Settling my hands behind her knees, I shoved myself inside her immediately started pistoning away at her. Amanda even did what she did the first time we did this, she slid up my crack and started licking my ass, creating several crashing waves of pleasure throughout my body. I slammed harder inside Kim as I felt my ass teased by Amanda.

“Fuck,” I roared, already feeling my load crash into Kim in the next instant.

My sperm rocketed inside my wife. With no more energy left in me, I fell over and collapsed on the bed. I fought sleep long enough to see Amanda start to eat out Kim's filled pussy. If I hadn't had such a long day, I'd go again and again, but damn. Sleep finally consumed me after a looong day of all kinds of new stuff happening.

*

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