Neighborhood Chronicles AU Extended - Amber’s Birthday Weekend - PART 3 (Patreon)

Saturday Morning

Stacy lay in bed, listening to Jack’s rough snores. She ached. Yesterday was like running a marathon. So much sex. So many positions. So many… emotional revelations.

She turned on her side, breasts shifting as she propped herself on her elbow to look at the mountain of hair and fat that was a man that neither Stacy or Amber should have ever given a second look. And now…

Jack’s jowls puffed and quivered as he breathed, snored. He rolled and the sheets slipped off of him, revealing his heavy, hairy gut and his massive cock resting between his meaty thighs. Just the sight of it sent a chill through Stacy and her pussy became moist.

Don’t judge a book by its cover had taken on a new meaning. Everything about Jack screamed overweight slob. A jerk. A jackass. A man unworthy of and incapable of actual emotion beyond arrogance and dickishness. But over this last year he’d… changed. Or maybe something that had been inside was finally getting an opportunity to come out. To grow. It seemed almost impossible. Foolish even.

But Stacy couldn’t deny what she was witnessing between Amber and Jack… and what she was feeling too. But that would have to be addressed later. Right now… things between Jack, Amber and Bill had to be the focus. Adding her own feelings into the mix was just going to make something complicated even worse.

What she’d overheard last night, when Amber and Jack had been making love while Stacy pretended to be asleep, had been surprising… but not unexpected. If anyone had been watching closely, they would have seen the changes between them. How close they were getting. And though Amber was sexual and more free than ever before, she wasn’t just a free use woman. Stacy could tell she needed an emotional connection. At least to continue a relationship like she’d been doing with Jack.

It made sense. Twisted sense. But, sense.

“I shouldn’t…” Amber whispered. Stacy could tell her friend was fighting back sobs even as she slowly rode Jack.

She lay facing the couple, eyes only partially open to see them. Amber on top of Jack, her body slick with sweat, breasts bouncing and the nipple piercings glittering in the moonlight. Jack’s hands were on her firm waist, guiding her to grind and move up and down his thick shaft.

“I know…” Jack groaned. “We shouldn’t. I… shouldn’t. I know I’m an ass, Amber… I know… But… I can’t… steal you… I can’t…”

“You’re not…” Amber leaned down, hair obscuring her face as she moved and kissed Jack deeply. “You’re not. You can’t. I’m Bill’s, Jack. I’m his wife. All this… this game… it’s just that, a game. You can’t take me from him.” The sound of them kissing again filled the quiet.

“Then…what are we…doing…” Jack breathed, his hands moving up her sides to her back as she continued moving along his cock.

“I don’t know Jack… god I don’t know. But I know I love you… not like I love Bill… never like that… honestly…” She chuckled. “Honestly, I don’t really like you.”

Jack snorted and thrust his fat hips up into her, making her yelp. “Yeah… can’t say I’ve ever tried to be likable.”

Amber sat back up and ran her fingers through her hair, eyes closed, looking up as she moved her body like a rolling wave. “God… if it weren’t for your cock…” She groaned.

“Is that what you love, Amber? My cock?” He was holding back a deep groan.

“Yes… fuck yes, Jack. I love your cock inside me. It’s much bigger. Thicker. Deeper. God, I love it. How it makes me feel. And you… how you take me. Use me. And how you do it in front of the man I love. The man I’m committed to. I love how you make him feel small. Pathetic. How you expose me to him as the true sexual woman I am. I… I don’t know how to classify it, Jack. How to tell you what sort of love this is. It’s something bordering on lust… deeper than just a bodily desire. It’s you. I don’t just want any big cock making me feel this way. Demeaning my husband. I want it to be yours. Only yours…”

She started moving faster. Her ass slapping his thighs. They both began to grunt. “Ahh…ahh…uuhhhh mmmm uhhh.” Soft sounds of wet skin and a pussy squeezing something massive and slick.

“Fuck…ohhh fuck Amber…so good… so good… Bill’s so lucky to have you… to have this pussy…” Jack groaned deeply, wheezing and breathing hard as they began to fuck faster.

“Your pussy. Oh god Jack, it’s your pussy. I love Bill. I’m his body and soul. But when it comes to this… when it comes to fucking… to lust… this pussy is yours and only yours.” She was panting and whimpering deeply.

Stacy listened with her hand between her thighs, rubbing herself at the intimate, taboo declarations of these two fuck buddies.

“Are you…uhhh going to tell him…oh fuck… are you going to tell Bill?”

Amber was softly sobbing even as she was gasping in orgasm. “Yes… I have to… I have to, Jack… He needs to know… and he needs to decide… and…ohhh fuck, Jack… Jack, cum inside me… it might be the last time. Cum inside me. Once I tell Bill… it’s all up to him… so cum in my pussy. Claim me one more time, please, Jack. Please!”

Stacy had to bite her lip as her own orgasm shook through her, pussy dripping between her thighs as she listened to her best friend cum and her neighbor grunting like an animal, releasing his thick spunk deep inside her married cunt.

“Yes! Yes…god fucking yes, Jack, yes!” she whimpered.

“Fuck Amber. Fuck…oh fuck take it… all of it… every fucking drop…” His belly was slapping against Amber’s firm stomach as they clapped together, eager and urgent.

Not long after that they fell asleep, curled into each other. Like lovers. Stacy watched them for a while, wondering what she could do. If she could help. If there were anything she could do. Bill was a good man. And she had a crush on him, always had. But she loved Amber. Her friendship meant the world. And she didn’t want to see her friend’s marriage fall apart because of this. Sex was fun. All of this was kinky and adventurous. But it wasn’t worth losing something as valuable as their love for each other.

Before she could even come up with any sort of idea, Amber was slipping away from Jack. She tiptoed to the bathroom, where Stacy heard the shower running briefly. No doubt cleaning herself up. And then she slipped back into the room, went to her suitcase and rummaged around before pulling out a sheer nighty, pulled it on and went to the door and out into the hall as quietly as a mouse.

She was going to Bill. Amber wasn’t even going to wait until the morning to confront her husband about this new development.

Laying back, Stacy waited. Would there be yelling? Screaming? Crying? Or… would maybe… just maybe… things take a different… more appealing turn?

…

Stacy got up, slipped on a pair of tame, daisy print thong panties and quietly stepped out into the hall. Jack was still sound asleep and snoring. No doubt out for a long time considering how much she and Amber had worn him out yesterday. It felt freeing to walk around nearly naked, breasts swaying in the early morning cool that had settled in the house.

Taking slow, careful steps, afraid that the floorboards might creak and give her away as she approached the door to Bill’s room. By chance it was still open, just a small crack, but enough that Stacy could lean close and listen in.

“Ahhhh…” Amber’s moans were soft, sweet, edged with tender desire. “Uh…mmmmm…ahhh…”

Taking a chance, she pushed the door just a little and peeked in.

She saw Amber sitting upright, steadily riding Bill. Her husband lay back, groaning softly as she took him in. Similar to what she watched last night with Jack. Amber was in control. On top. Dominant. It sent a chill through Stacy. Usually, Amber was the submissive one. Getting used and taken. But Stacy had a sudden realization as she watched her friend’s firm back muscles rippling as she moved and ground herself on her husband.

In submitting to Jack, to Bill, even to Stacy, Amber was letting them have the power. But it was her body. And she was the one giving the permission. She had much more power than any of them probably realized. Maybe Amber didn’t realize it either. It was just her natural appeal. Her innate ability to seduce and please. In another life, Amber could have been a villain, using her body to gain all the things she could ever want.

But by the soft whimpers that were rising from her throat, Stacy could tell Amber had exactly what she wanted.

“Bill…” She whispered softly as her hips swiveled. The blankets were gathered around her hips, obscuring Stacy’s view of her friend's beautiful ass. “I love you…” 

“Ohhhh fuck…” Bill moaned below her. “I love you too.”

Stacy bit her lip, watching, listening.

“You understand, don’t you?” Amber’s voice was silk, seductive, honest.

“I… I do…” Bill breathed. “But… it’s hard, Amber… I can’t… I don’t know if… I can really do this. Really… share…”

Her hands went to her husband’s chest. Stacy pictured that hard chest, firm and nicely sculpted. What she wouldn’t give to be kissing down Bill’s chest while Amber rode him. They really did need to give Bill some special attention. All of this play, this cuckolding, was fun. But it was definitely going to take a toll on Bill. And if they weren’t careful, it could damage him. Stacy had read up on several details and aspects of cuckolding. Aftercare and communication were key to making sure no one spun out and crashed into depression or jealousy. She knew that first hand.

“I’m yours, Bill… I’m yours. No one else's… not in the way it matters.” Amber’s hands bushed her hair back. “But you know by now… we need to admit it… Jack owns my body…”

Bill groaned at the confession, and Stacy could hear the desire in it. The want. Need. The way Amber bounced more as Bill bucked his hips.

“You like that, don’t you…ohhhh fuck Bill, that feels so good…so good…”

Stacy’s panties were becoming damp. Her hand moving between her legs to rub again, watching her friend use her body.

“Yes… I do…” Bill groaned.

“You’re my cuck… aren’t you, honey? Isn’t this what we want? It’s just… more serious… this isn’t… a game…” Amber breathed heavily as her body burned. Stacy had become familiar enough with Amber’s body to know her friend was approaching an orgasm.

“Amber… I… are you sure… I…”

“Amber is yours, Bill. Your wife. Your love. And I will be the mother of your babies too… only you… that’s one thing Jack can never have. But…” An edge to Amber’s voice made Stacy’s nipples as hard as diamonds. “Evil Amber… my lust… my desire… that’s Jack’s. You know it, Bill. We both know. And we can’t hide from it. We…ohhhhhh, we have to confront it… and… if you want to… we will embrace it… but we have to do it all the way… completely.”

Stacy watched as Amber lay down on her husband, their mouths meeting. The blankets slipped, and she saw just the bare shadows of Amber’s ass and Bill’s beautiful cock thrusting up into her. Over and over. Hard and deep. His full balls ramming hard against his wife’s ass cheeks.

“Amber…” He breathed.

“Bill…” She was sobbing.

They were starting to moan deeper, more urgently.

Reluctantly, Stacy stepped back into the hall and quietly closed the door. She’d already peeked into a very personal and sensitive conversation. Two conversations actually if she counted her listening in on Jack and Amber. All of this would come out soon enough. She needed to wait until Amber and Bill were ready to confront it, to expose this and share it with her and Jack.

Behind the door, Stacy could hear the grunts, slaps, groans. It sent a shiver through her imagining Bill shooting his load into Amber. God, she wanted that. She really needed to get more time with Bill. Jack was great, and he had the sort of edge that Stacy enjoyed when it came to fucking. But Bill was far more tender and intense in the sort of way that led to what Amber and Bill had together. Love. Commitment. As much as Stacy liked pure sex… she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want something more… she missed it.

Making her way down the hall and downstairs, Stacy went to the kitchen and started a large pot of coffee. Her thoughts and emotions were getting the better of her. And really she didn’t have the right to be snooping and listening in on these private moments. She’d been invited to a weekend of kinky sex… not to become part of a thrupple.

Was that what Jack, Amber, and Bill were going to become? She knew Amber didn’t love Jack like she loved Bill. Love came in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Shades and hues. Amber’s love for Jack was much more crimson… lustful. And she’d just said it to Bill. Jack had a grip on her sexual appetite. That need she’d discovered back on Bill’s birthday when she’d first given Jack a blowjob instead of her husband. That had opened a door. And then, a floodgate. And now the whole dam was open, and Amber couldn’t close things even if she wanted to.

Stacy poured herself a cup of coffee, stirred in some sugar and cream and then stepped out onto the porch, looking out onto the lake as the sun slowly started making its appearance on the horizon. The chill in the air made her nipples harden and goosebumps pop up all along her naked flesh. It was a beautiful, quiet morning. Peaceful. A large contrast to the turmoil that was brewing inside the cabin.

Three people. Tangling together. Twisting into some sort of new creation. A love triangle of sorts. What would it look like if they could make it work?

And where did that leave her?

Was she just a fourth wheel? A unicorn? Some random addition to when they wanted to take kink to the next level?

Stacy whipped away surprising tears. She wasn’t crying exactly… but her emotions were raging. Did her friend see her as anything besides a sexual toy? Something to add to their fun?

And if she was… was that enough?

Sniffling like a child, Stacy took a slow, deep breath of the misty morning air and sat down on one of the deck chairs. It was comfortable but dewy on her skin, giving her a chill. She sat back, watching the sky turn from dark inky blue-black to orange and red, on fire with the rising rays of the sun, and tried to figure out what her place was in this whole mess.

…

Bill pulled on a pair of sweatpants, mind racing as he stepped back to the side of the bed and leaned down, kissing Amber on the forehead. She was sprawled out on the bed, covers pulled up so her breasts were barely covered. The look on her face was peaceful. Unconcerned with the complicated emotions she’d unloaded on him.

How could she be in love with Jack?

He scrubbed his hand through his hair, watching his wife. Beautiful. Perfect. His. But now… now she wanted to give herself to another. Or at least part of herself. The ‘Evil’ part. Evil Amber. The dark, lustful version of his wife that had awakened over the last year of their exploration.

For a minute, Bill just watched Amber breathe. She smiled softly for a moment before her face became a placid mask of quiet sleep. They’d started something that night on his birthday. And now it was impossible to stop. At least, they couldn’t stop it without consequences. Before it had just been physical. But now emotions were involved. And more than just some sort of crush.

Amber had been clear. She loved Jack. But it wasn’t like she loved Bill. That was hard to understand. How could you love two people at once? How could she claim that Bill owned her body and soul? But then in the very next breath say that Jack owned her body, her sexuality. Her lust and desire. Eros. Amber was only one physical person. She couldn’t divide herself. 

It should have been tearing Bill up. And in a way it was. He wanted to drag Jack out of the cabin and beat the living shit out of him. The man had seduced his wife. This was worse than any of the other things he’d done. Worse than drugging him and fucking his wife all night and the next morning. That was still a sore spot, though he’d mostly gotten over the sinister nature of it all.

Amber’s confession made him want to move. To take her and leave this place. Change jobs. Escape this wicked web that they’d found themselves stuck in.

But he knew he couldn’t do that. He knew he wouldn’t.

Because… as angry as he was, as furious and even heartbroken… a twisted part of him wanted this.

He rubbed his face in his hands, grunting in frustration at his own perverted, confused emotions. It was wickedly twisted in his heart and stomach and mind and groin. Love had been simple once upon a time. Just him and Amber. In love and making a life together. Now… there was a third person involved. Fourth if you counted Stacy and… well, Bill couldn’t push Stacy’s involvement aside in this whole mess.

Trying to unravel all of this was impossible… at least without coffee.

Downstairs, he felt the chill from the night still clinging, even inside. There was a pot of coffee already made, and since Bill hadn’t heard Jack’s boisterous lumberings, and Amber was asleep, that only left Stacy.

Pouring himself a cup, not bothering with sugar or cream, he walked out onto the porch. Stacy was sitting, looking out at the slowly dispersing mist that was clinging to the lake. Naked from the chest down, a small flowery thong was the only piece of clothing she had on. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at her dark pink nipples, hard in the morning air. She sat, legs pulled up close under her, sipping her coffee as she met his gaze.

“Morning, Billy boy.” She grinned and gave him a wink.

Bill sighed and walked over, sitting down in the chair next to her. “Are we already starting with the torment this morning?” He gave her an exasperated look, but there wasn’t any weight or frustration behind it. Being a full hardcore cuckold this weekend was far down the list of his worries right now.

Stacy put her chin in her hand, elbow on the arm of the chair, and gave Bill a bright smile. Her breasts jiggled as she chuckled and took a slow drink from her mug. “Oh, Bill, Bill, Bill. What are we going to do with you? Is it really so bad to be put in your place? Hm? The place you wanna be?”

“Who says I want to be here right now?” he muttered, holding his cup close to his lips.

“Your cock.” Stacy said, motioning towards Bill’s tented sweatpants.

He groaned. “Fuuuuck me.” He muttered, frustrated that his body was so screwed up that it betrayed his desires even as his heart and mind warred against each other.

Stacy giggled, her chest bouncing playfully. “Gladly. If you want.” She gave him a wink. “What’s wrong, little Billy? Hm? Is this weekend already too much for you? It’s barely been a day. And we still have some surprises for you.” Her eyebrows wiggled as she gave him a mischievous stare over the rim of her coffee.

Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. “I… don’t know if we are going to stay…”

The playfulness in Stacy’s eyes vanished quickly. She put down her mug on the small table between the chairs and reached out, taking Bill’s hand. “Bill… hon, what’s wrong? I thought you were having fun?”

“I… we… I mean… is this just fun? Can it only ever be fun, Stacy? Can sex ever just be sex? Leave your emotions at the door and just insert tab A into slot B?” He slumped, but kept hold of Stacy’s hand, squeezing gently.

Stacy watched him for a moment, seeing the clear and present danger in his eyes. He was struggling. Really struggling. As fun as all of this was, it was still intense, even for the most emotionally mature. And if someone wasn’t prepared, properly equipped, then something like this could ruin a person. She looked down at Bill’s hand, his wedding ring smooth and reflective in the morning light. She let her thumb rub along it, quietly remembering…

“No Bill. You can’t leave emotion at the door. Not completely. Sure, some people can turn it off, more or less. But there’s always emotion. Sex isn’t mechanical. It’s not like wiggling your fingers or whatever. Sex involves our whole bodies. And our minds.” She squeezed Bill’s hand, nervously capturing his gaze. “A woman allows a man inside her body. A man is consenting to place a part of himself inside another, to be held and used. It’s mutual submission, no matter what other elements you put into play.”

Bill watched her for a moment, holding his coffee and her hand, almost like they were a couple, sitting out on the porch enjoying a morning on the lake. It was nice. Uncomplicated. At least until he let himself remember that Stacy wasn’t his wife. She wasn’t here for him. And his wife was upstairs sleeping, just down the hall from the man that she’d confessed she loved. Even when she was married to Bill. It made his heart pound and chest ache.

“So… you think people can’t just… fuck. Eventually…” Bill halted, his tongue burning on his coffee.

“Not in this case, Bill. No. You and Amber… this has moved beyond just kinky rendezvous. Casual meetings. Jack’s a part of your life. And he’s had Amber in so many ways. It’s natural that emotions would show up. Love isn’t guaranteed…”

Bill looked at her sharply, surprised. 

“Bill… calm down. Okay? This wasn’t something Amber knew before she got here. She didn’t know it until last night. So don’t go thinking she was girl talking with me, confessing or whatever, and we kept it from you. The minute she knew what her feelings were, really knew, she went straight to you. She broke the rules she set up this week. And it seems like she’s willing to trash the entire weekend and just go back home with you if that’s what you decide.” She squeezed his hand again and leaned closer, breasts swaying in the space between them.

“She loves you. You don’t even know how much. Not really. But… Jack is in her heart now too. I listened to them last night. I’m sure Amber told you all about it. And whatever you might think of Jack, he’s not trying to steal her. No one is plotting against you, Bill. Honestly, I think all of us here are looking to you for a decision. Amber’s giving you veto power. Isn’t she?” Stacy raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Bill muttered, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, coffee held in his hands as he looked out at the lake. “If I want this to end… I can just say stop and we go. End it all. No more Jack. No more you. Nothing. Just back to me and Amber, typical wedded bliss. A house. Two point five kids. Maybe a dog.” He chuckled mirthlessly.

Stacy rubbed a hand along Bill’s bare back, feeling his tight muscles. “Oh, Billy… is that what you want? Do you want a happy average life? It’s fine if you do. There’s nothing wrong with that. Or…” Stacy stood up, breasts at full attention, panties clinging to her newly bald mound, and stepped in front of Bill. She took his coffee and placed it to the side, then knelt down in front of him and pushed his legs apart. “Or… do you want more adventure? Nothing is set in stone, Bill… you’re a cuck, that’s for sure… but you’re a man too.”

Before he knew what was happening, Stacy was pulling down Bill’s sweats, exposing his semi-hard cock, and took it in her hand, slowly stroking it. It felt good. So good. Her hand was soft and firm. The grip tight around his shaft as she moved up and down.

“God, your cock is beautiful.” She muttered, leaning in and giving it a soft kiss. “We are playing a fun game this weekend, Bill. A dangerous game for sure. And there are new obstacles to face. If you want that normal regular life, no one here is going to blame you. No shame in it. That’s a good life to have, and lots of people work all their lives to have it.”

Stacy flicked her tongue along the underside of Bill’s cockhead, making him groan. He stared at her, the feeling of her warm breath, the bitter scent of coffee and fresh pine mixing into a heady aroma that just heightened his awareness. Her hand moved all along his length. It hadn’t been that long since he’d been deep inside Amber. Some of her slickness was still on him. Could Stacy feel it? Smell it? Taste it?

“But Bill… if you wanted to dive into this… into the darkness of the deep end. Who knows what you’ll find. You’ve already discovered your cuckold side. The side that loves getting denied. Deprived. Teased and humiliated while a fat cock ruins the woman you love and cherish. You’ve discovered a side of your wife… the evil side… and I can tell you love that part just as much as her innocent side.” As she talked, she slowly licked along his length. Over his tip. Kissing him with soft warm kisses. “What else might you discover if you continue? Yes… Some discoveries are hard. Evil Amber is the part that loves Jack.” She stroked him a moment, looking up at him seriously.

“You understand that, right? That’s what she was explaining this morning.”

“You… were eavesdropping?” Bill groaned, leaning back in his chair unable to protest Stacy’s touch.

“Just a little. Sorry. I’m a naughty girl… maybe you’ll need to punish me later.” She grinned and gave him a wink before she kissed his tip again, coming away with a thin string of pre-cum. “But I heard enough. From what she told you. From what she told Jack. And from what she told me. Amber has two sides, Bill. And making her deny one… I’m not sure she could handle it. But… she loves you, and if that’s what you wanted, she’d commit to it completely. That’s who she is.”

Bill groaned as Stacy kissed down, down, down, and then gently began sucking against his balls. “Fu…fuuuck Stacy…”

“God, your balls…oh fuck, Bill, your cock and balls are just so fucking beautiful.” Stacy breathed warmly all over him and licked, sucked, bit gently against the wrinkly flesh before gliding her lips up to his tip.

“It’s your choice, Bill. Amber will go along with it. Jack will too. And of course I’ll respect anything you choose. It’s your marriage. But Bill…” Stacy looked up at him. “Look at me.” He did. “Think about everything you’ve discovered. Everything you’ve felt. Gotten to experience. Has it been worth it?”

Bill stared down at her for a moment. Silent. His cock throbbing in her hand, covered in her saliva and his dripping pre-cum. “Yeah…” He muttered, a bit defeated. “It’s been worth it, Stac.”

She nodded. He wasn’t enthusiastic, but it was understandable. This was a lot to take in. To come to terms with. He’d had a vision for his marriage. A vision of where he’d go with Amber. How their lives would turn out. And now, that entire future and vision are gone. Erased. And that meant they had to build a new one. And that was bound to be difficult for anyone even in the best of circumstances, let alone when you added in another person.

“Drink your coffee, Bill,” Stacy whispered, kissing along the underside of his shaft, eyes on him. “Drink your coffee. Watch the sunrise. And let me worship you. Sit back. Enjoy. No games. Just pleasure.” With that, she swallowed his cockhead and felt her whole body quake with the taste of Bill’s cock.

He sat back with a deep groan and, after a long moment, reached over and picked up his coffee. The feeling of Stacy’s mouth was incredible. She clearly had the experience. Amber was amazing too, but Stacy was on another level. Maybe one day Amber would catch up, but until then… Stacy was the queen.

“Fuck…” He muttered and then… gathering all his poise and control, opened his eyes and looked out at the lake. The sun was red and coming up, reflecting off the calm waters. He sipped his coffee and listened to the soft sounds of trees and birds… and the slurping sounds of Stacy’s moaning mouth as she swallowed him all the way to the hilt.

…

Amber watched Stacy and Bill, peeking through the curtains, as her friend knelt before her husband in the early morning air, moving up and down with her mouth. Bill leaned back, eyes closed and sipped his coffee as he enjoyed the sensations of a cool morning, a rising sun, and a warm mouth.

Jealousy raged in her chest for just a minute. She let that feeling wash over her. Envelop her. And then… it burned away like the mists on the lake and left a yearning heat between her legs. The sight of Stacy, wearing only her flowery thong that was wedged up between her bouncy cheeks, and her breasts swaying as she moved along Bill’s dick was almost… god it looked almost domestic.

Amber stifled a little gasp, hand over her mouth, watching them. It really looked like they were a couple. It was the plain panties. The casual nudity. Early morning warmth and intimacy. She watched… and watched…

Stacy pulled away from Bill’s throbbing cock, dripping with her saliva and his pre-cum. Her breaths were slow and deep, her smile sweet. She stroked Bill up and down, gazing up at him.

“Like that, Billy? Hmmm? Like my mouth?” She whispered, just loud enough for Amber to hear as she spied from the window.

“God, Stac… fuck, it feels good.” He was trying to keep his breathing even. Amber had known Bill long enough to know when he was trying to keep control of his need to cum.

“You taste so good.” Both her hands circled his length. Covering it completely. Unlike when she would jerk Jack off, that man’s cock would require a whole other hand to cover it. But Stacy didn’t seem to care that Bill was smaller. The look in her eyes was all praise. “Mmm, you wanna give me my breakfast, Bill? Hm. I could use some protein.” Stacy giggled, breasts jumping.

Bill laughed with her, smiling, one hand holding his coffee and the other reaching down and brushing back her hair. “If that’s what you want…”

Amber stared.

Domestic.

The word kept echoing, bouncing in her heart and head. The look in her friend’s eyes… my god… it was adoration. She knew Stacy had a crush on Bill. But this seemed to go beyond even that. It was want Amber saw plastered all over Stacy’s face.

She took a step back from the window, clutching her hands to her chest in thought. Stacy had been her friend for a long time, but only now was Amber realizing that she didn’t know a whole lot about her. About her past. What she wanted in life. These past months, Stacy had become a staple of her love life. A sexual addition. But Amber hadn’t really considered… Did Stacy want more? Need more? Was she facing the same dilemma as Amber was? Finding feelings for a man who was already taken? Like she had found feelings for a man even though she was taken?

For a minute she listened, hearing the soft sucking sounds of Stacy worshiping her husband’s cock outside. That should be her. She should be the one outside giving her husband the domestic, peaceful-like pleasure of an early morning blowjob on the lake. And even though she’d been jealous, she couldn’t find it in her heart to be angry with Stacy. In fact, she was almost thrilled.

Something was taking shape in her mind. Something that just might… well… she needed to think. There was still so much up in the air with her confession to Bill. To Jack. And now it seemed Stacy was in the mix. The fact that Amber had overlooked her friend in this capacity made her feel guilty. She’d have to talk to Stacy, get her alone and have some girl time. They needed to have a heart to heart.

Taking another quick peek out the window, seeing Bill’s hand in Stacy’s hair gently guiding her up and down as he took a slow drink of his coffee, Amber grabbed her own mug and went to the door.

…

The feel of Stacy’s mouth was incredible. Jack had been the one getting the most attention from Amber and Stacy’s mouths. Bill had been lucky a few times, but not nearly as much as his flabby neighbor. It was unfair to say the least, but also stupidly arousing. To be denied. To have to watch that man get the sort of pleasure Bill craved and dreamed about, but may never get.

But now Stacy was on her knees. Her breasts hung beautifully, swaying as she sucked him deep to the root, hand gently fondling his balls as her tongue swirled around him. It was hard to concentrate. Sipping his coffee, trying to relax and just feel what Stacy was doing. He wanted to thrust. To fuck her mouth. To do all the things Jack had done to her and Amber.

Bill wanted to show Jack that he could be just as good.

That treacherous train of thought halted when the door to the cabin opened and Amber stepped out, smiling almost wickedly, holding a steaming mug of coffee. She wore a tight black tank top that was see-through and a cute pair of yellow cheeky panties that were clinging tightly to her mound and ass.

“Well… Looks like the expression, ‘early bird gets the worm’ is right, huh Stac?” Amber walked closer, swaying her hips, tits bouncing in her top as she held her coffee. Bill could tell by the sensual sway of his wife’s body that this was Evil Amber he was dealing with. Or maybe it was a little bit of both, because the light in her eyes was innocent and playful as she slipped into the chair next to him.

“A…Amber, I…” Bill stammered, wanting to explain.

“What, honey?” She put her chin in her hand, elbow on the chair, and smiled at her husband mischievously. “Gonna try to explain away my best friend sucking your cock while you have early morning joe? Hm? I’d love to hear this one. Better make it good.” There was a tiny, wicked gleam, a challenge, in her gaze.

Bill stared back at her for a moment, feeling Stacy’s steady movements. Lips sucking against his shaft. Tongue lapping at his tip and head.

Why did he need to explain? To make some sort of excuse? That seemed unfair. But was Amber really asking? It was clear she was teasing, but how serious was it?

Amber leaned in close, her lips brushing Bill’s ear. “Feel good, honey? Does Stacy’s mouth feel as good as mine? Better?”

He couldn’t hold back a groan as Stacy sucked hard, pulling her lips back along his shaft till he popped out. “B…better,” he admitted.

His wife let out a laugh and looked down at Stacy. “Hear that, Stac? Bill thinks you’re a better cocksucker than I am.”

Stacy smiled, lips dripping and glistening with saliva. “Well, I do have a lot more experience. But if you’re so offended, maybe you should get down here with me and show your husband what you’ve learned.” The challenge in Stacy’s gaze sent a chill down Bill’s spine. He noticed Amber’s nipples hardening under the shirt, pressing her piercings against the fabric.

“Oh yeah? You think he deserves to get a taste of what Jack and you have taught me?” Amber brushed her fingers against Bill’s jawline.

“I think Bill deserves to be treated like a man. The man you married. The man you’re asking to share you. What do you think, Amber? Don’t you think Billy boy here deserves some treats? After all, he’s watched you give yourself to Jack over and over. And now he tells me… you love him. That the dark part of you is in love with Jack.”

Amber stared down at her friend, the playfulness having slipped away. She trembled slightly. Hearing her confession laid bare by someone else, in front of her husband, was painful. Bill met her gaze, worry and fear written all over him even as Stacy was stroking his dripping dick.

“Bill…” she whispered.

Her husband reached out and took her hand. “Amber… I love you. I… I’m still figuring this out… I don’t have an answer… but…oh…holy fuck, Stacy I…uh fuck I’m trying to have a serious moment…” Bill groaned. Stacy was squeezing his cock shaft, tongue flicking against his tip over and over like a kitten lapping milk.

Amber burst out laughing, Stacy joining her. “Geez, Stac. Way to ruin the mood.”

“No more heavy stuff. Come here and let’s give Bill something to think about besides all this drama.” Stacy reached up, grabbing hold of Amber’s hand, pulling her down so she was kneeling right alongside her between Bill’s legs. “Let’s show Bill he’s a man.” Stacy leaned in and pulled Amber towards her, kissing her lips deep and firm.

Bill watched, his cock dripping and throbbing. He’d seen them kiss several times now, but this was much more up close and personal. Sensual even. Stacy gently pulled up Amber’s top, exposing her breasts and the glittering piercings. Their lips pressed tightly against each other, and Stacy brought her breasts to press against Amber's, bare nipples rubbing against pierced.

It was only a minute, really. Watching them kiss and touch, rubbing against each other as if it were completely normal and natural. And then the kiss broke, their eyes met and then mutually turned to Bill. Every facet of their attention was now on him, and that alone was arousing enough for him to nearly blow his load.

Brushing back her hair, quickly tying it in a messy bun, Stacy mimicking Amber’s idea, his wife grinned like a fox, eyes shining bright with lust. “Think you can handle us, Bill?” With her hair tied, she moved her hands to Bill’s thighs, gently scratching her nails up along her strong, toned muscles and then tracing gently around the shallow V leading to his throbbing cock. But she didn’t touch it. Her finger trailed along the side, teasing.

“Bill’s a pretty capable man.” Stacy grinned, giving him a wink before caressing her own hands along Bill’s other thigh.

“Oh, I know. It’s why I married him. Big. Strong. Smart.” Amber looked up with pure adoration and love for Bill even as her eyes showed mischievous mirth. She could tell Bill was excited, not just from two beautiful topless women kneeling before him, but because of her words. The teasing. This last year had shown her not just a side of herself she was discovering, but of her husband too.

She wanted to explore her new side. This new aspect of her personality was emerging and growing, becoming an ingrained part of her. But as unsure as she was about it, about dipping her toes into this erotic darkness, she didn’t want to do it alone. Bill needed to be by her side. He was her center. That odd dream she’d had… a dream that was repeating now when she slept, always had Bill as her pillar of stability. She loved him, and exploring this new side, Evil Amber, would be hollow without her man beside her.

On top of that, she wanted to help Bill explore what he was discovering too. This side of him that warred with desire and control, and giving it up. Allowing what belonged to him to be taken, stolen, owned by another. With his permission. His consent. Even when that consent was grudgingly given. Especially when it was given reluctantly to someone he didn’t like.

Amber had no delusions about Bill and Jack ever becoming best buddies. Drinking pals. At best, she knew or hoped that they’d become reverent rivals. Respectful of their competition for Amber. That sort of rivalry you saw in old movies about men meeting on the battlefield, always fighting, but never winning. Always at a stalemate.

It would be complicated. Definitely not common. There would be no instruction book for this. No self-help bestseller about how to have a relationship like the one Amber found herself engaged in with her husband and Jack… and Stacy. Stacy had to be a part of it too. She wasn’t going to leave her best friend out anymore. She wasn’t going to treat her like some sex toy.

That made things even more complex.

Pushing those swirling thoughts aside, filing them away for later, Amber brought all her attention to her husband. It was time to play.

“I definitely think my husband is a very manly man.” Amber grinned, leaning in to softly kiss along Bill’s inner thigh. “But…” She darted her eyes to Stacy. “You can’t deny Jack is much more than our Billy boy here.”

Stacy giggled, tits bouncing. “Oh… that’s for sure. Jack is much, much more. That fat cock is what real men are made of. Fat and thick. And those balls. God how much cum do you think he has?” Stacy trailed her lips along Bill’s inner thigh next to Amber as they began escalating their teasing.

Amber chuckled and looked up at her husband as he watched her, cheeks flushed. “Oh, he has enough to make me drip… overflow…” She gently started stroking Bill’s throbbing member. “Much, much more than my dear husband. But you like that, don’t you, honey?” Her wedding ring glittered in the early morning light as she trailed her fingertips along his shaft. “You like that Jack fills my pussy up so much. So fucking full of his semen. Dripping out of my pretty bald slit…” Amber leaned in and gave a butterfly kiss to Bill’s tip, making his cock jump.

Stacy let out a laugh. “Oh, he definitely liked that.”

Bill blushed.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed, honey.” Amber looked up at him sincerely. The shift between her evil teasing self and her sweet innocent wife self was becoming easier, more seamless. “It’s okay to like it. To enjoy this.”

“She’s right, Bill.” Stacy leaned in and gave his cock tip her own soft, warm butterfly kiss. “It’s honest. This sort of thing… It needs honesty. Brutal honesty.” Stacy sat back on her heels and looked up at Bill. “So be honest, Bill. Your wife is here. Your manhood isn’t being challenged, though you might think it is. This is about you. What you want.” She looked at her friend.

Amber sat back on her own heels, mimicking Stacy’s posture as they both sat with their backs straight, breasts out and eyes on the man sitting before them with a beautiful, dripping, throbbing purple cock. “Bill…” She hesitated, her voice soft. “Do you want this? Do you want all of this? Me? Who I am… with you? With Jack? With Stacy?”

He couldn’t speak. His senses were overwhelmed, and it seemed unfair to ask him this when they were kneeling like this in front of him. With his cock on edge. Still fresh off hearing his wife confess…

But who was he kidding… he’d already accepted this. All of it. That moment… the night before their anniversary. In bed. Condom on. Sliding into his wife… and then she whispered that word… cuck.

Bill let his head fall back, breathing hard and close to sobbing. He was a cuck. Everything inside him was screaming at him… all the negative, toxic, stigmatized visuals and narratives associated with that term were washing over him. Was he really pathetic? Weak? Beta? Were those even accurate at all to what being a cuck was?

Was that what he would be? Locked in a cage? Denied? Pushed aside… and by someone like Jack? Fuck it made him furious… and… his cock was throbbing, pumping out pre-cum in streams as the girls watched him patiently.

“I… I’m not… I’m not weak,” he rasped, looking down at Amber.

Amber’s eyes widened, and she was on her feet and wrapping her arms around her husband tight. “NO! God no Bill. Fuck… you’re the strongest man I know. Body and soul, baby. You’re not weak. This isn’t weakness.” She kissed his cheeks, his face, his forehead. Covering him with love. “It’s strength, Bill. Confessing this is what you want? Enduring it. The ability to watch it happen and never have your love for me waver. It’s strength. Honesty. Like Stacy said.” Her lips met his softly.

“There’s weakness too, Bill. Allowing yourself to give in. Submit to this. This lifestyle and the limits put upon you. The things you’re forced to watch or denied.” Stacy put her hands on Bill’s knees, trying to help anchor him. To keep him from spiraling. “It’s a balance. And not many people can do it. But if anyone can… it’s you, Bill. You and Amber. You love each other and trust each other. Has your trust in Amber wavered even a little through all of this? When she confessed about Jack, did your trust in her get shaken?”

“No.” Bill wrapped his arms around Amber, face pressing between her breasts. “Never. I trust you. I do. Jack… I… don’t…know…” 

Amber pulled away, holding her husband’s shoulder and looking into her husband’s red-rimmed eyes. “You don’t need to trust Jack. You need to trust me. Trust me to stay in control. Trust me to set the boundaries and rules. And even if he gives orders. Even if it seems like he’s in control. I’m the one who is submitting to him. But before that, I submit to you. I will listen to your wants, your needs, because I want to give you a good show. To fuel your fantasy and desire. Your getting aroused and excited in this is just as important as any pleasure I or Jack receive. And in my submission… you submit too. To me and for me. But if he ever… EVER… hurts you or demeans you in a way we haven’t agreed on, then I’m revoking that privilege. We will make sure Jack knows that. I’m pretty sure he already does. But we will solidify that, I promise. And the safe word will always apply. Forever. The moment you say it, we stop. We can end it.”

They stared into each other’s eyes, trying to read the complicated emotions rushing through them like wildfires left unchecked.

Stacy watched them. She could see fire. It needed to be a controlled burn, not a fire left to rage and consume. This was a moment when they put up the proper barriers. Established the proper conditions. This was pivotal. A moment she’d had once a long time ago and failed.

Bill took Amber’s hand, bringing her wedding ring to his lips and kissing it softly. “I love you, Amber. Always have. Always will. And… It's hard. This… this is so hard, but… I trust you. I do. And… it’s… embarrassing isn’t the right word, but it’s close enough. I’m embarrassed to admit I want it. I want to do this. All of it. Completely. Not just… not just this weekend. But… as long as we can. As long as it’s… appropriate.”

Amber was nodding, smiling devotedly. “Yes honey. I want that too. And I want it with Jack. Can you live with that?” She put a hand on his chest, over his heart. “My heart belongs to you. I made a vow when we married. I’ll never break it. I’ll forsake all others. You’re my one. But this new life… this unknown part of me… it wants more. Needs more. And I think you want that too. Need it too. Jack brought it out. Intentionally or not. He was a selfish asshole when we started. Just wanting my mouth and pussy. But… it’s changed. I’ve changed. So have you. This is more than sex now. It’s us.”

Quiet fell. Soft chirping of birds and the breeze drifting off of the lapping waves of the lake washed over them. Calming them. Their hearts hammered, but slowly synced as they touched each other. Held each other.

Stacy kept her hands on Bill, keeping him steady and still. Joining in this important moment as her friends solidified their marriage in a whole new manner. It was almost sacred, and she was a part of it. Kneeling before them, witnessing their commitment. 

Finally, Bill nodded. He let out a deep… deep breath. Letting out a frustration and fear that he’d been holding for he wasn’t sure how long. Maybe since this entire thing began. That first night he sent his wife to give another man her mouth. Now here they were, their whole marriage and relationship changed. And he just couldn’t deny it anymore. He wanted it. He loved it. And he was ready for the ride.

Amber rubbed her hand slowly along her husband’s chest. She could feel his muscles loosen. A weight vanishing from him that had been present, and she hadn’t even noticed. His acceptance of this… of her and Jack… of herself and this new part of her… made her heart swell. Her love for him bloomed and burned and flashed like fireworks.

“I love you so fucking much, Bill.” She breathed.

He smiled and chuckled. “I love you so fucking much too.” They stared at each other like young lovers confessing for the first time.

“What are you, Bill?” Amber's smile twisted slightly, foxish and wicked.

Bill met her flashing stare and steeled himself. “Your cuck.”

Amber nodded, humming softly in delight. “Yes, you are. My sweet cuck.” She leaned in and softly kissed his lips. “Does my cuck need some release? Hm? Stacy and I have been teasing you this morning. But you’ve been a good boy… you’ve suffered so much. Pain that I don’t like seeing you carry. Not the kind of pain your dear hotwife wants to inflict. So… does my little Billy boy want some release?”

Bill groaned. The shift in his wife’s personality was swift and brutal. But oh so delicious. He glanced down at Stacy, and her grin was wide and tempting.

“How about it, Billy? Want some release? That cock looks like it’s painfully hard. You’ve endured our teasing very well. Patiently. You’ve shown us you’re more of a man than we thought. So…” She slowly wrapped her hand around his base and squeezed hard, making his already engorged, purplish cock throb and deepen to a dark brutal purple. 

He groaned, arching slightly out of the chair.

Amber reached down, placing her hand around her husband’s cock. Her wedding ring showing. The two women squeezed him firmly. “Mmmm, so hard for me. For Stacy. Good boy. Ask us to give you some release, baby. I wanna hear how much you want this. Want to cum for us.”

“Fuck…oh fucking god Amber… Stacy… fuck please… I’ve been holding it back… but I need to cum.” He confessed, gripping the arms of the chair.

“Mmmm, you need to cum for us. Cum for your naughty cheating wife and her best friend.” Amber bit her lip, staring down at her husband’s throbbing dick, squeezing it as if she wanted to ruin his orgasm. Part of her wanted to. To fully make Bill embrace this new life. Because sometimes… at least she’d read about it… sometimes a cuck didn’t get to have a pleasant orgasm. The wife would ruin it, making him cum, but feel less fulfilled. Making sure he knew that his pleasure was in her control.

But Amber knew how hard this was. Bill was accepting… but it was still hard. And it was difficult for her too. There was still a lot to discuss. To work through. But for now, they’d reached another level. And Bill deserved something good.

Together, the girls stroked Bill, slow and firm. He squirmed in his seat as his orgasm began to bubble in his balls and made his muscles tense. Stacy suddenly reached out and grabbed her coffee cup, the brew still steaming. Amber saw what she was doing, laughed wickedly and grabbed her own mug and together they placed them below Bill’s cock as they began to milk him.

“Give me some cream, Bill,” Stacy hissed. “I love cream in my coffee. Give me yours. Come on, little cuck. Shoot your hot, thick cream into my morning brew. I want it, you fucking pathetic little cuck.” Her words were sharp and harsh, but the playful note was still there under the surface.

“You know I love how you taste, Bill. Not as good as Jack, of course. But I think you’re so sweet and yummy. Do it. Cum in our coffee.” Amber giggled.

And it was that little laugh that pushed Bill over the edge. He let out a deep groan that echoed off the lake and surrounding trees. His cum shot out and somehow Stacy and Amber angled him so that his first spurt splashed into Stacy’s coffee mug, directly into her drink.

“Great aim, Billy!” She laughed.

Another shot. Thick white splashing into her coffee. Then they yanked his cock, still throbbing, and he burst three times into Amber’s mug. He was gasping, feeling dizzy. The intensity of his orgasm crashing through him made everything shake. Two more shots burst out from him and… fuck, they covered Stacy’s beautiful tits. Dripping down along her sloping breasts, one trail gathering around her hard pink nipple and dripping down in a long sticky string.

Amber and Stacy let go of Bill’s shrinking cock. It twitched. More cum leaking out in little drips and drops as they both got up and stood in front of him. Bill slumped into his chair, gasping and scrubbing a hand through his hair trying to stop the world from spinning.

When the world finally stabilized, he looked up at the women and saw them looking down at him with sparkling eyes, drinking deeply from their mugs that now contained not only warm brewed coffee but warm thick cum.

“Mmmm. Just the sweetness I needed. Perfect.” Stacy smiled, shivering slightly, making her tits jiggle and the cum that was dripping down her chest slide further down along her stomach.

“I know! So good. I’ll have to remember this next time we run out of creamer at home. Think you can manage to put some cream in my coffee before you go to work, Bill? Or maybe I’ll have to get a better man to do it. Jack’s got a lot of cum. And it tastes way better.” With a scandalous wink, Amber turned, Stacy following, and started walking back to the door. They made sure their hips swayed, asses bouncing teasingly.

“I know, right?” Stacy was saying, gossiping like a schoolgirl. “I mean, Jack’s is like that sweet cream in Italian coffee or something. Bill’s is nice… but it’s more like that generic vanilla you get from the grocery store…” Her voice, along with Amber's, vanished as they both casually walked back inside, leaving Bill sitting in his chair, flaccid cock out in the morning cool.

…

Stacy and Amber went to the downstairs bathroom, a large room with a whirlpool tub, glass shower, and long vanity with a mirror surrounded by lights. They put down their coffee, Amber going and sitting down on the toilet to pee while Stacy pulled out a wash rag from one of the cabinets and began to wipe Bill's cum from her chest.

“Did we go too far?” Amber asked, sitting innocently with her knees together, biting her lip.

“Honey… I don’t think he would have cum that much if it was too far.” Stacy grinned, picking up her coffee and taking a slow deliberate drink, looking straight into her friend's eyes as she continued to wipe Amber’s husband’s cum from her tits.

“You’re so perverted.” Amber put her face in her hands, giggling.

“Says the woman that just milked her husband’s cum into her coffee!” Stacy stuck out her tongue.

“You did it first, slut!” Amber laughed, quickly wiping and flushing, standing back up and pulling on her panties. “God, I can’t believe we did that…” She washed her hands and picked up her coffee, taking a slow sip that made her shiver. “It is pretty kinky, though. I can taste it.” She sighed. “Fuck, I love Bill’s cum.”

“Me too. Though it's stickier than Jack’s… god it won’t come off!” Stacy scrubbed at some of the drying spots of Bill’s semen.

“Here. Let me help.” She came close, taking the washcloth and getting it wet again, then slowly began scrubbing it along the rise of Stacy’s fantastic tits. “Geez, he really did let it rip, didn’t he. Even after cumming in me this morning.”

“You bring it out of him. That’s for sure.” Stacy grinned. Amber blushed.

“God, Stac… we are really doing this, aren’t we. Cuckolding. I mean… it's been sort of a game till now. Our anniversary. This weekend. It’s just been… fun. But… it’s serious now, isn’t it?” She stroked the rough cloth along Stacy’s nipple, making it stand erect.

“Yeah. It’s serious. And… I know this is fun, Amber. But you have to take it seriously too. People who play around with this stuff, who just see it as fun and games… it can really destroy them. Marriages end because of this stuff. Because boundaries and feelings aren’t respected and discussed. You have to check in with Bill. Every time. After every event or session or whatever you wanna call it. You HAVE to. Check his emotions. His feelings. Hear his honest thoughts even if it’s not what you want to hear. You can’t half-ass this.” Stacy’s voice was firm even as she sucked in a shivering breath, feeling Amber tenderly rubbing the cloth along her nipple more than necessary.

“Stac… how do you know all this? You sound like some sort of therapist or like you’ve got experience.” Amber continued rubbing her friend’s nipple absently as she took a drink of her inseminated coffee and looked up at her with searching eyes.

“I… Well, it’s because I do.” Stacy confessed, taking a steadying breath, feeling her friend tease her nipple. She picked up her own coffee and sipped ‌it as they stood awkwardly. Silently. Her friend touched her breasts tenderly with the rough cloth.

“You’ve never really told me much about… well, about before you came to work at the hospital. And I never pushed. I understand if it’s hard. Everyone’s got their private life. Though I guess my private life is an open book to you now. Not many secrets anymore. But that doesn’t mean you have to tell me anything if you’re not ready.” Amber dropped the cloth to the counter, leaving her friend's chest clean and nipples poking out hard and needy.

Stacy hesitated. Talking about her past wasn’t all that appealing. But… considering what was going on in her friend’s life, and her own experiences with something similar, what would be the point of hiding it? Amber had bared her soul. It was only fair Stacy should do the same, especially if it could help.

“I’ll give you the Cliff Notes.” She sat down on the edge of the tub with her coffee, exhaling.

Amber came and sat down next to her, quietly waiting for her friend to continue.

“I never told you I was married, did I?” It was a statement that made Amber’s eyes grow wide. “It’s not something I talk about much. It didn’t last long. Little over a year. We got married really young, like… sophomore year of college. A whirlwind romance.” Stacy looked wistful for a moment. “His name was Dustin. Nice boy. A lot like Bill, but less responsible and dependable. When we were in college, we called that sort of behavior ‘having a free spirit’. Pretty lame excuse to be stupid if you ask me.”

“But… anyway. Like Bill, Dustin was a bit kinky. Always having these fantasies about threesomes and whatnot. And I’ve never been a prude. So I was totally on board. But he never went through with it. He was all talk. No action. And that was fine. Pretending and talking about it was fun in its own way. But it wasn’t until we got deeper into the kinky talk that I realized all his fantasies were about bringing in another guy. Not a male, female, female threesome, but a male, female, male one. And come to find out… he really wanted to watch.” She raised an eyebrow and looked at Amber, a somber smile on her lips. “Sound familiar?”

“A bit. Yeah,” Amber confessed, bringing her mug to her lips.

“Well… it didn’t take long… like, six months into our marriage, before he really started talking about it seriously. Before it was just play. But he really wanted to see it. To see me taken. Fucked. And I can’t say that was much of a surprise. Plenty of guys wanted to fuck me, and I’m sure plenty would have considered themselves lucky to get to watch. So… we did it. I’ll spare you the complicated details of going online at the time. Way different than nowadays finding a guy who was close and clean and not too shady. His name was Clint. Burly rugby player. Big dick. Pretty stereotypical. He had all the bravado and arrogance that most sports boys have.”

She stopped for a moment, looking down into her coffee as if remembering. “We arranged it. We fucked. Dustin was there. He participated a little, but mostly he sat and jerked off. Clint was fairly experienced in things like this. He’d fucked plenty of guys' girlfriends at parties, and several of them had done exactly what Dustin did. So he played to his strengths and taunted Dustin. Nothing overly mean, mind you. In terms of cuckolding or whatever, he was pretty civil with Dustin.”

“But Dustin loved it. God, I’ve never seen him cum so much. And… that was it… we dove right in. He loved watching. I loved sex. And Clint was more than happy to be the cock to help us both.” Stacy put down her coffee and turned to Amber, reaching out and taking her friend’s hands. “But we didn’t know what we were doing. Not a clue. We never talked about it. About boundaries. Clint took me however he wanted, and Dustin never spoke up when he was uncomfortable. The only time we talked about anything was at home when he was getting off to me telling him how it felt. But even then I missed the pain in his eyes, Amber. I… missed so many signs.” Her face drooped, and she let out a soft whimper. It was just a singular moment of weakness, and then she was taking a deep breath and meeting her friend's gaze again.

“Our marriage fell apart faster than it began. I kept meeting Clint because that's what I thought Dustin wanted. Clint didn’t care about me or about Dustin. He was getting his jollies off, and that was good enough. And Dustin… he… he grew depressed. He thought I didn’t love him anymore. That I viewed him as pathetic. Mostly because we threw that word around during our cuckolding sessions freely and without consideration. We never took the time when things were quiet and calm to reconnect. To talk through feelings. Hurt. Jealousy. Lust. All of it. To Dustin, it became a sledgehammer, breaking him down one strike at a time.”

Stacy leaned forward, elbows on her knees and face in her hands. “You should have seen his face at the end, Amber. So defeated. He really was pathetic. But only because I’d made him that way. Because we let it all get away from us. We thought it was just sex. Fun. But it was so much more. And for my part… I was empty inside. Giving myself to Clint… I didn’t hate it but I was doing it for Dustin. And at some point, pretty quickly honestly, it lost its appeal. But if he liked it, then I wanted to give him what he wanted. I never thought about telling him my needs and wants. Fuck, we really should have gotten premarital counseling. Or maybe we just shouldn’t have gotten married so quickly and young. Stupid decisions all around, really.”

A long pause followed as Stacy sat, face in her hands, breathing slowly. Softly. “The affair… cuckolding, it went on for about… I think nearly half our marriage. That last horrible half. It tore us apart. Broke us down. And when Dustin served me with the divorce papers, it hit me like a hurricane. I had no idea things were that bad. He said it was for the best. That I could go and be happy with Clint. Fuck… he actually thought I had fallen in love with that dickish brute. Jack may be a bastard at times, but he’s got some humanity in him. Clint was a walking meathead with the emotional intelligence of a moldy meatball. But Dustin thought I loved him because of how good he made me feel in bed. How I joined in the mocking, humiliating dirty talk that was wounding him more than I knew.”

Tears started to drip down her face. “I tried to talk him out of it. But he wouldn’t budge. He was broken Amber. I broke him. We broke each other. All because we didn’t communicate. We didn’t check in with each other and make sure we were on the same page. In the end, we were on different planets. So, I signed the papers. I let him go. Of course, with Dustin out of the picture, I stopped seeing Clint immediately. There was no point. I’d done it all for my husband, and now he was gone. God… fuck Amber… if I’d known just how badly I’d hurt him…”

Amber was beginning to tremble. She could sense something big… something terrible coming.

“About… about five months after our divorce… things were mostly normal. School. Social life. It all sort of evened out. We hadn’t been married all that long, so we really didn’t have any habits to break. I missed him. I felt stupid. But I was getting better, just settling into being single again. And then… then… I got a call. From the hospital.”

Amber cringed.

“He’d taken too many of his anti-depressants. A handful or more. And he’d drank several beers along with it. The doctors said he was probably lucky… his heart stopped while he was sleeping.” Stacy said it all with her hands over her mouth and eyes staring at the floor, flooded with tears. “I had no… no idea…” She was hiccupping. “He was so… depressed… so sad… because he thought… he thought another man…had stolen me… ripped me away… and it was because… because he wanted some stupid kinky fantasy; he blamed himself. And he thought… he thought everything me and Clint said… everything we said was true. He didn’t… we never… I never told him it was just for the fantasy. For the kink. I never reminded him I loved him. We never worked through the big moments and emotions.”

For a long minute, Stacy sat and sobbed quietly. Amber leaned in and wrapped her arms around her friend. She realized her shirt was still pulled up, breasts out and now pressing against Stacy’s side. But that didn’t matter. Amber ran her hands through Stacy’s hair, trying to calm her down.

“I lost someone I loved, Amber… because this lifestyle… It can be dangerous. But it can be good too. The first few times… it was amazing. But we didn’t handle it properly.” She looked at Amber, face hard with resolve. “I’m not going to let you and Bill ruin your lives like I did. I won’t let Bill end up like Dustin. So, you need to listen to me. The biggest, most important thing you can and should do is always talk to Bill. Pull him aside after things are done and talk. Argue. Scream at each other if necessary. But don’t be silent. Don’t be afraid to expose yourselves. Because this lifestyle, it’s about being raw. Unfiltered. Free. Trusting. You have to trust each other and be solid in your love, or it’s going to blow up right in your face.”

Sitting quietly, Amber held Stacy as she whimpered. The emotions of the morning overwhelming. She felt the urge to cry too, but Stacy’s words kept her eyes dry. Her friend was right. They’d been playing with fire and had been lucky that their whole lives hadn’t burned down. But now they were aware. They saw the flames. They felt the heat. And instead of letting that blaze run free, they were going to contain it. Amber was the fuel for the flames. Jack and Bill were the flint and steel that sparked the fire. And Stacy… she was the lifeline, the barrier, the watchful eyes of someone ready to temper the flames and put out the fire. They were a team.

She pulled Stacy closer, burying her face in her friend's hair, breathing her in for a moment as they held onto each other.

“No more playing.” Amber whispered into her friend's temple. “This is real. We won’t play.” Stacy was nodding against her, face buried in Amber’s chest as her sobs began to subside. “I don’t think I deserve a friend like you, Stacy. Who else would stand in our way, try to save our marriage so selflessly?”

Stacy sniffed and gently pulled herself away, sitting up straight again and wiping the last few tears from her eyes. “I… it’s not completely selfless.” She breathed. “And more than just… having lived through it. Through the mess this can become.” Cheeks flushing, Stacy caught Amber’s eyes. “If we… If I’m going to help you, if we are in this together, if you want me here, then I’ll be honest too.”

Amber sat quietly, holding her friend’s hand, and listened.

…

Bill’s legs were like jelly when he finally stood up, pulling up his sweatpants. He was a mess and needed a shower. This whole morning was a rollercoaster. As if everything were coming to a head. Moving towards whatever inevitable end that awaited them, careening fast and furious. Emotions were bubbling up. Truths and confessions. This entire weekend was just supposed to be kinky fun. But now it was serious. Far more treacherous than they originally thought or could have even suspected.

He grabbed his coffee, now cold after sitting for several minutes just staring out at the lake. Something about being in the calm, quiet of nature… naked (or close enough) felt almost Biblical. Like he was back in the Garden. But things weren’t so innocent. It wasn’t just him and Amber. There was a lumbering, big dicked troll. And a seductive nymph.

You’re mixing your mythologies, Bill. Your Sunday school teacher would be appalled. Bill chuckled to himself as he walked back inside.

There were no signs of Amber or Stacy. The cabin was quiet. He checked the time on the oven clock. It was only eight. There was a whole day ahead of them. But whereas before he’d been almost sure of what would happen, with last night's revelations and this morning's confessions, Bill wasn’t sure where all of this would lead.

He’d admitted that this was what he wanted. And it was the truth. But there was still something… something raw and angry sitting on his chest that he couldn’t tame.

Putting his mug into the sink, he stood with his hands against the counter staring out the window at the trees. Peaceful. Steady. Calm. Even if this weekend had turned into a makeshift therapy session, a cliche weekend of confessions like from some old feel good drama, Bill had to admit that the adages about the tranquility of the forest and nature were true. He felt the air cleansing his body. The light burning away the blackness that had been bubbling inside him, that he hadn’t realized was there.

They could make this work. He wanted it to work. It was so strange. So contradictory to how he’d been raised. But he’d shown these tendencies when he was in college, dating Sarah. But she hadn’t been of the same mind. He had Amber now… and this beautiful, wonderful woman was eager and embracing his depravity. Not only that, she had her own depravity, and he was eager to embrace it in turn. They were made for each other. Or at least as close as you could get.

Creaking floorboards ripped Bill away from his contemplations, turning to look at the stairs and watch as Jack came lumbering down in a ratty t-shirt and boxers. His gut hung out below the shirt, hairy and jiggling as if he were Santa letting it all hang out after his hard work on Christmas. The man yawned loudly, mouth wide, scratching at his armpit as he came shuffling into the kitchen with a sleepy smile.

“Mornin’ Bill.” He sounded a bit ragged.

Bill’s fist clenched. Was he exhausted because he’d been fucking Amber late into the night?

“Ahhh, good. Coffee. Gonna need the pick me up.” He pulled out the carafe and poured himself a cup, splashing cream and sugar into it before turning back to Bill with a cocky smile. “Sleep well?”

“Fine,” Bill muttered, pulling his gaze away from the lard bucket of a man that… God, that his wife was in love with.

But not IN love with. Not like she loves you. It’s ‌lust and desire. It’s a part of her. And you love ALL of your wife, even the parts you may never fully understand.

The weight on his chest pressed harder.

“Where are the girls?” Jack looked around.

“Not sure.” Bill just couldn’t bring himself to say more than the bare minimum to the man… that heaviness in his chest was worse. It was growing.

“Well, I guess I better go find them. I woke up with a hard on and…”

It happened in a flash. Bill barely realized what he was doing. Jack was putting down his mug as he was speaking. That was lucky. If he’d been holding it, what happened next would have been worse.

Bill turned, fist clenched and rammed it into Jack’s fat stomach. His neighbor’s eyes bulged. Breath wheezed, and he spewed out the little bit of coffee he still had in his mouth. Jack stumbled backwards, grabbing hold of the counter to stop himself from falling.

That was a mistake.

Another punch landed on Jack’s jaw, making his head snap to the right, his grip faltering, allowing him to fall to the floor. A meatball rolling across the floorboards as he groaned.

Bill wasn’t done. He came forward and slugged the man’s gut again, making Jack cough and gag as bile threatened to rise up. As he rolled onto his back, trying to regain some sort of sense, Jack stared up at Bill just as his neighbor’s fist slammed into his face and made everything go black.

…

“Ohhhhh.”

The sound of Stacy’s soft moan echoed off the bathroom walls as she lay back on the ledge of the whirlpool tub. One leg was tented on the edge and her other was hanging off the side, Amber kneeling between her open thighs with her face buried in Stacy’s pussy.

Her panties were discarded, tossed somewhere and possibly lost like so many left socks were lost in the dryer. But she didn’t care. The feeling of Amber’s warm tongue was all that mattered.

Amber gripped her friend's hips, dragging her rough tongue along Stacy’s smooth labia, tasting her arousal. Bitter and sweet. So warm and mouth-watering. She could smell her friend’s pussy, the aroma so intoxicating, something Amber never thought she’d enjoy, but was quickly coming to love just as much as sucking cock.

“F…fuck Amber… oh my god…” Stacy whimpered softly, hands reaching down and fingers gliding through her hair.

“Mmmm, you taste so good, Stac. Are you wet because you’re still thinking about sucking off my husband? Hm? You know I should really be jealous about that. Sucking him without my consent.” Amber peeled open her friend's labia, thumb on either side of her mound and staring into Stacy’s warm pink center.

“Yeah…mmm yes, I am thinking about it.” Stacy confessed. 

“You’re such a slut. Isn’t it enough that I share my Boyfriend with you? That you get to suck and fuck his magnificent cock? You want to have my husband too?” She traced a finger around Stacy’s clit and dragged it down to her spasming tunnel, pushing gently as she explored.

“Oh, God… God fuck… Amber… I can’t help it… I…” She was trembling.

Amber bit her lip, pressing her finger into her friend’s pussy slowly. Feeling Stacy's burning tightness around her finger. Thinking about what she’d just confessed, right at the tail end of an emotional memory.

“I think I’m in love with Bill.” She’d said it calmly. Matter of factly. Looking right into Amber’s eyes.

She’d known Stacy had a crush on Bill. But to realize the depth of feelings her friend had… and on top of what she’d just confessed to her husband, why had things become so complicated? Amber was in love with Bill, her husband. But the Whore of Babylon part of her was in love with Jack. And now Stacy had feelings for Bill. And… and, and, and, there was always an and now. And, Amber realized she had feelings for Stacy too. She’d need to sit down like she used to do in grade school and diagram out the complex relationships she was now involved in.

Her finger sank deep and steady into her friend's tunnel, making her groan and arch up off the edge of the tub. “Is Jack’s cock not enough for you? Hm?” Amber teased, but she honestly wanted the answer too.

It felt like whiplash as they were engaged like this, having just come off of Stacy telling her about her traumatic past. About her love and loss. How after Dustin’s passing she’d gone into a bit of a spiral and become a loose party girl. Thankfully, she’d maintained her grades, graduating and moving on to Med School. But for a while, she hopped from man to man, and added in women along the way. Never settling. Never letting herself get too invested. Because she was scared.

“Bill makes me feel safe. I don’t know how to explain it. And I don’t just mean him. I mean, you too. Both of you together. You’re like… I see your relationship and it’s what I wanted to have but let slip away.” Those words kept sounding softly in the back of Amber’s mind even as she rubbed her thumb around Stacy’s clit and pushed her finger deeper to the second knuckle.

“I… can’t help it.” Stacy gasped, her hands moving to her breasts, caressing and pinching her nipples. “His cock is so nice, Amber. God, it’s perfectly proportioned and sculpted. Jack may be a fucking monster, but your husband… god he knows how to use his dick.”

Amber couldn’t argue with that. Bill was great in bed. There was plenty to love about him, in the bedroom and out.

“So you wanna steal my husband from me? Is that it, you whore?” She thrust her finger deep into Stacy’s cunt, pressing the pad of her thumb against her clit hard.

Stacy gasped loudly. “Yes! Fuck…oh god Amber… yes… I want Bill. I want… what you have… so bad. So fucking bad. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I do. Please… please.”

Amber started thrusting her finger in and out at a steady pace. Watching Stacy writhe and moan. She grinned at her friends' pleasure and couldn’t really deny she would love to see Stacy fucking Bill again. There’d been brief glimpses of it on their anniversary night. But she hadn’t been focused solely on watching them. Jack had been fucking her hard and deep and jealously.

“You’re such a slut. Fucking whore.” Amber growled seductively. 

“Takes…takes one to know one, bitch.” Stacy grinned as she panted.

“Guess we are two birds of a feather then.” Amber leaned in and lapped her tongue against Stacy’s engorged clit.

“Fuck! Fuck ohhh… God Amber, please…” Stacy whimpered softly, ass smacking against the side of the tub as she arched and fell back.

“You want my husband? Huh? You want me to share my Boyfriend and the man I married? Do you think you deserve it?” Amber started thrusting her finger in and out firmly into her friend's burning hole. It was slick and tight, squeezing her finger hard.

“Ohhh God, God yes… yes I want them both. I want you too. All of us. I want…us to be together. Fucking…sucking… kissing… licking. All of it. God Amber, I want a life with you too…” She whimpered, biting her lip and letting her head lull back. “I want this fucked up life… twisted… dangerous… fucking perverted… and… you want it too.” Stacy looked down at Amber between her thighs. “Admit it… you want it too.”

Amber bit her lip and nodded without a moment's hesitation. “Yeah. I want it. I wanna tease and torture my husband. I want him to watch me get fucked and fuck. To watch me with Jack. With you and wish he were that lucky.” She kissed along Stacy’s waist. “And then I want to curl into bed with him and kiss him and make love to him. To tell him he’s the best man and husband any woman could have.” Her eyes glistened as she moved down and kissed Stacy’s clit. “And I want to guide his beautiful cock into your pussy as we confess our love, and you ride him, giving him the sensual attention he craves, but I’ll never let him have. Because my lustful side belongs to Jack. But you…” She giggled. “You’re a free agent, Stac. And you can go wild with him so he doesn’t feel left out or abandoned.”

Stacy shook, biting her lip, letting the pleasure of Amber kissing along her labia and pushing her finger inside slow and deep. “Mmmm, let me take care of him while you ignore him.” She giggled and looked down at Amber, whose eyes were shining with that new lustful light that was quickly becoming a part of her personality.

Purring softly, letting her tongue roam around her friend's slit, Amber imagined for a moment… what would it be like to be fully immersed in this. All four of them. Together. Some sort of… polycule, she thought it was called. How would it work? Could it work?

“Mmmm, cat got your tongue, Amber?” Stacy pushed herself up, hand reaching out and running her fingers through Amber’s hair.

Amber didn’t realize she’d stopped. Her finger was lingering inside Stacy, but her mouth had stopped and she was simply breathing warmth onto her friend. She looked up at her, meeting curiosity with her own confusion. “Can… Can this work, Stacy? Can it really work?”

Stacy reluctantly pulled Amber’s hand away, slipping her finger out of her slick mound. She pulled Amber up to sit next to her. “I don’t know.” She admitted. “Sex… sexuality… It's dangerous, Amber. But it’s so great too. I think the best we can do is try. Be honest. Be open. No secrets. And it’s going to be hard and raw and painful. But I think…” She held Amber’s hands tight. “I think it’s worth it. Don’t you?”

With a deep sigh, Amber leaned her head against Stacy’s shoulder. “Do you really love Bill?” It wasn’t accusatory, but quiet curiosity.

“Yeah. I think I do. But, just like you love Jack, it’s not me trying to steal him. I love him because he loves you. I see how he takes care of you. How he’s indulging this dark side. It doesn’t hurt that his dick is nice too.” Stacy laughed as Amber slapped her tit. “It’s true. But you know that.”

“Yeah…I do.” Amber chuckled and brushed her hair away from her face. “This is kinda messed up, isn’t it?”

Stacy nodded.

“Maybe we are just a bunch of horny freaks.” Amber mused with a grin.

“Well, I know I am. And Jack certainly thinks with his dick more than that thick skull. Bill… Well, he’s probably the most grounded of us, but he’s a deviant too. And then there’s you.” Stacy leaned in with a salacious grin. “You’re a fucking whore.”

Amber met the tempting glare with her own burning, lustful gaze. “Only because Jack’s big cock made me one. And then you pushed me further down into it. Making me think with my vagina.”

Stacy moved closer, her smile widening. “You love it.”

“Yeah,” Amber breathed, moving even closer and tilting her head, letting Stacy’s lips come to within an inch of her own.

“You want more.” Stacy whispered and gently flicked her tongue out, touching Amber’s bottom lip lightly.

“I want it all, Stac. Bill’s cock and his love. Jack’s fat dick and how he makes me feel like a primal sexual woman. And you… I want you. Your tits and your pussy and your ass… I want to know the pleasure only a woman can give and know.” They were breathing hot and moist into each other’s faces and after another lingering second, they closed the distance and pressed their lips hard against each other.

A loud thump echoed through the cabin, emanating from the kitchen, but Amber and Stacy missed it. Their lips and tongues meeting, the only sounds they were aware of was their own breaths and moans as they pulled each other closer, tits rubbing each other and slowly slipping off the side of the tub to the bathroom floor.

…

Bill tossed a frozen bag of peas to Jack, slumping down next to him against the cabinets. He flexed his fist, looking at his brazed knuckles, feeling the soreness in his hand and then gently knocked his head back against the cabinets.

With a groan like a whining pig, Jack put the peas against his face. As hard as Bill had hit him, it didn’t look like it was going to leave a mark beyond the lingering redness. But it still hurt, and that was clear by Jack’s cringing face and his hand rubbing against his stomach.

“You know you deserved it,” Bill muttered, shutting his eyes and sighing.

“Yeah… well… guess I can’t argue with that…” Jack grumbled, sucking in cringing breaths.

“Been waiting to do that since the bar. Whoever that fella was you cucked, just beat me to it.” Bill grinned, feeling a wash of satisfaction as he glanced over at his neighbor.

Jack looked back at him for a moment and then started to chuckle. It twisted into a groan and a choked out cough. “Fine… fair enough.”

They sat quietly, the way that only men can, with a lingering sense of understanding between them. A settling of nerves and frustrations. Jack moved his jaw, testing its tenderness, and tonguing his teeth to make sure Bill hadn’t knocked any loose.

“She’s my wife, Jack,” Bill finally said. It was firm. Rigid. Unquestioning.

Jack nodded, keeping the peas against his cheek. “Yeah. I know. Lucky man, Bill. A flabby man like me isn’t gonna change that.”

“And yet…” Bill looked over at him, eyes narrowed. “She’s in love with you. And… she says you’re in love with her.”

The way Jack’s face paled made something warm and satisfying run through Bill’s veins. He clenched his fists again. 

“Well… I mean…” The man began to stutter.

“Truth, Jack. We’re beyond lying at this point. So if you don’t want me to give you more than just a bruised cheek and a sore stomach, don’t you fucking dare try to skirt around things now.” Bill’s voice was sharp and dangerous.

Jack sighed and slumped forward. “Fine. Yeah… I do. I mean… not like you love her. And obviously not like she loves you. It’s… I… Listen, Bill. I’ve never really been much for relationships. I’ve always looked like this in some way. So you can imagine not many women would be attracted or even tempted to come near me, let alone date or consider a relationship. But I give them a flash of my dick and… well, I get some opportunities. They never care about me, it’s just what’s between my legs.”

Even though Jack seemed to be allowing himself to be vulnerable, there was a clear smirk on his face when he straightened up, taking a slow breath.

“With Amber… that’s all it was supposed to be. That night when I caught her trying to give you a present. I was just gonna watch. Figured I’d get a show. Then it all went sideways. And when she came back out and… well, I thought of her as just another quick fun conquest. Not that I was gonna steal her. What would I even do with a woman like Amber, let alone any woman? I’m retired. I’ve got more than I need. But I’m in no place, never have been, to maintain some sort of lasting relationship. It’s never been me.”

Bill watched the man as he spoke, gauging how authentic and true his neighbor was being. Was this just another manipulation? What would be the point if it was?

“Things escalated fast with you and her. I saw an opportunity to get my dick wet. And when would I ever get another chance to have something going with a woman as beautiful as your wife? I’ve fucked around town a little, Bill. That guy in the bar should be enough evidence. But they were just quick, short little flings. And the women were decent enough, but Amber’s got pretty much all of them beat. So yeah… I took advantage. I’m a red-blooded typical American man. Sue me.”

“I might,” Bill muttered.

Jack snorted. “Well… I’ll admit. I took things too far. Drugging you… that was… that was wrong. Really wrong. But I was thinking with my dick and nothing else.”

“Do that often? Seems like that’s all you ever do.”

“Fine. I get it. You’re not my biggest fan.”

“You’re right, Jack. I don’t like you. Probably never will. I might be able to respect you… at some point. But right now you’re the man that’s attracted the affections of my wife. MY WIFE. And I don’t take the vows I took with her lightly, Jack. Despite what we’ve been doing. The things we’ve indulged in. She’s still the woman I love and have committed to. I’m not going to let her be tempted away by some… dick.” He flexed his fists again, longing to pound the man’s fat stomach like a punching bag until it burst.

Jack held up his hands in surrender. “I know, Bill. And believe me… I… I know maybe it doesn’t seem like it, and I wouldn't blame you if you were skeptical of me, but I respect that. I respect you and Amber’s relationship. Maybe I didn’t at first. I was just trying to get mine. But… well, you… grew on me. Both of you. I’ve seen how much Amber loves you and respects you, even when we are… deep into things, I feel it. And I’m jealous of it. Somewhere along the way, all this… stuff  — it’s messed with our heads. And sure… I guess I’ve fallen for Amber… in a way. But it’s not like we are gonna run off together. Have some sort of Vegas wedding. She’s yours, Bill. Heart and soul. There’s no question there.”

Bill leaned forward, arms on his tented knees. “I wish… I was as confident. She’s said as much… but it’s hard, Jack. You don’t get it. You’re on the other end of this. You get to fuck her. To do all the things I want to do and some I know I may never get to. And I… I sit and watch. And for whatever reason, I love it. Fuck me, I love it. Watching her. Being… demeaned. Humiliated. It’s fucked up.” Bill was growling now, fists curled tight, he jerked his arms back against the cabinet, his elbow cracking into the wood.

Jack flinched for a minute, wondering if Bill was going to lose his cool again and finish what he started.

“You don’t know what it’s like sitting there helpless. How you’ve made me feel so fucking small. Useless. Watching you take what’s mine. And all of that would be bad enough, but now I know she… It's more than just sex. There’s more. Something in her wants you. Loves you.” Bill’s breath caught. “And… and fuck me, fuck me fucking fuck…” He pounded the floor with his fist. “It makes it even worse… and better…”

Jack struggled to understand. He’d been so wrapped up in his part of things, dominating and being in charge and taking things… he hadn’t really thought about how Bill would feel. How this might affect his well-being. Something like this could really break a person. If the husband who’d nearly broken his nose was any indication, cheating could drive a man to violence. What would getting cuckolded do to someone if they weren’t prepared for it? If all parties weren’t working together to make sure that the relationship worked?

Jack knew he was selfish. Had been all his life. But he’d never been this close to the fallout and consequences of that selfishness. This was the first time that he actually cared about things. About the woman. And of course, her husband. Amber was devoted to Bill. If he said stop, she’d stop. The only way Jack could have any sort of contact or relationship with Amber, Bill was the key.

It wasn’t lost on him that was a selfish thought as well. But… though the Good Book said Love was selfless… it could be jealous too. And Jack was jealous.

“So… the way I see it…” Jack began slowly, thinking. “We have a situation that… has been working… I’m the Bull.” He used air quotes as he said it, and Bill rolled his eyes at the term as Jack grinned. “And you’re the cuck. Amber’s the wife. Obviously. The issue we have is that Amber’s got feelings… and so do I. It’s more lust than a deep poetic sort of love of course, but feelings are there. I can’t deny that. We are being honest, I can get behind that rule.”

“We making rules now?” Bill glared at Jack. “And can you follow the rules, Jack? So far, you haven’t been good at that.”

“Yeah. Fair. I’m not good at playin’ by the book. But… if we want this to work, then I guess I’m gonna have to change.”

“So you’re willing to change for Amber?” Bill laughed.

“I’m no fool, Bill. This situation is probably a dream come true for me. And as it happens, it’s beneficial for you and Amber too. You like it. You like what’s going on. Maybe you could go looking for someone else to entertain your fetish, kink, whatever you wanna call it. But that can take time. That can take trial and error. But I’m right here. I know what Amber likes. I know what she wants, and I know what you want. I haven’t been the most trustworthy with some things, but hey, maybe we can chalk it up to my learning as I go. You too. Mistakes were made. Let’s work it out.”

Bill pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “So what you’re saying is. Bygones. Let’s move forward. But that doesn’t solve how we deal with whatever problem comes next. Jack, you’re a bit of a bastard. I can’t for the life of me think of any universe that you’re not gonna push the boundaries. That you won’t break a rule.”

Jack slumped back. The pain in his face and gut were starting to fade. “Well… Bill, how about you be a man and hold me to it?”

The sharp look from Bill made Jack cringe. He put up his hands again in surrender. “Hey… chill. Bill, seriously… Do you not see it? You’re the man in all this. I mean… obviously, I am too. But you’ve got veto power. You’ve got the control. You say go, then Amber’s gonna dive in. I won’t do anything without her, but she’s not gonna take one step towards me, hell, she won’t even look at me, if you tell her not to. I know this is some sort of ball of paradoxical submission or whatever bullshit, but it’s true.”

Bill thought for a minute. Thought back to what Amber had said on the porch. It had been hard to really focus on what she’d been saying, his cock throbbing and the attention of his wife and Stacy making clear and logical thought near impossible. But Amber had said something similar. Guess she was right. Jack does understand. Not as thick as I thought. Bill laced his fingers together and put them behind his head, looking up at the ceiling.

All of this was so… so… sooooooo fucked. But if Bill was being brutally honest, like he’d demand Jack was, then he just couldn’t run from the truth. He liked this. And though he didn’t exactly like Jack, that just added to the whole taboo, jealousy, anger, and lust that molded together into some sort of burning passion inside him. It made him hard. And when he took Amber after… It was like their first time all over again.

There was no doubt Amber loved him. He felt it. Saw it. And she’d confirmed it. But he’d need that confirmation periodically. Over and over. He was sure of that.

“We have to check in.” Bill sighed.

“What?” Jack was flexing his jaw and pushing the peas against it again.

“Check in’s. After every… session or whatever, we have to check in when it’s over. I mean, sit down and talk.”

“Like a fucking board meeting to go over the numbers?” Jack smirked.

“Yeah,” Bill deadpanned. “Just like that. We sit down and discuss what worked. What didn’t? How we felt. And I guess that would mainly be on me. Since ‘I’m in charge’.” He said it a bit mockingly, like he didn’t exactly believe it, but was going to go along with it. “And me and Amber will need time to reconnect. Maybe not right after the session, but we need to lay out the rules.”

“Pretty sure Amber laid out the rules for this week already.” Jack said.

“We are gonna have to throw those out for now. Her feelings and yours have gunked up the works. So we have to approach this differently. Slower. We’ve been rushing in and… and it’s fucking with me. With all of us. You want this to work, Jack? Then this is the way it’s gotta be.”

Jack nodded. “Not unreasonable. Probably a good idea, honestly. At least for now. Not sure I want to sit in a board meeting every time I get done with an exhausting fuckfest.”

“You’re a dick,” Bill muttered, getting to his feet. “This doesn’t really fix the whole… love… feelings thing. But I can’t control her feelings. Or yours. But what I can do is this…” The man turned to Jack, towering over him and staring down like he was a cockroach he was ready to stomp. “I’ll do whatever I need to keep my wife happy, healthy, and safe. You jeopardize that, give her some sort of ultimatum that would break our marriage or anything that would hurt us as a family, and they won’t ever find you, Jack. Not a single chunk of fat.”

Jack’s bowels turned to water as he started up at Bill. This whole time he’d thought he was the ‘alpha’. The man in charge. Big man on campus. Now he was realizing… Bill was allowing this. And if he didn’t want it, then it wouldn’t happen. Jack suddenly felt lucky that Bill hadn’t gone nuclear on him after being drugged. Or after any of the other shit he’d pulled. He’d been lucky. Probably because of Amber.

This was Bill’s other side. Amber had her other side, her lustful goddess. This was Bill… a man ready for war and murder if pushed to it. Brutal Bill. And Jack didn’t want to ever see or come in contact with this side of his neighbor.

Something inside Jack clicked. He was in this. He wanted Amber and wanted to continue what they were doing. But he’d tread lightly. Bill wasn’t a sissy cuck. Oh he may play the role when it suited him. Everyone enjoyed losing control from time to time. And this entire relationship with the three… or four of them was separate from their everyday lives. Bill wasn’t going to be walked all over unless it was part of the show. He opened the door. Amber would lead Jack in and let him take control. But Bill was always going to be there, holding that door open. If he wanted to slam it shut, nothing was going to prevent it.

Bill reached out a hand, taking hold of Jack and pulling him up.

“So,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “I guess we need to figure out where we go from here.”

Jack put the peas on the counter. They were starting to thaw. “I think… for the most part, we go back to our original plan. That work for you?” Already Jack was deferring to Bill. He wasn’t going to assert any sort of authority or dominance unless Bill was ready for it. This was fresh, and Jack’s fear was sharp and new.

Bill nodded slowly. “Fine… but we’ve still got stuff to talk about regarding this… love stuff. Maybe it’s not for this weekend, but we are going to talk about it. Together. All of us.”

“Stacy too?” Jack asked absently.

“Yes, Stacy too. She’s part of this. At least, if she wants to be. That’s up to her.”

Jack nodded curtly. “Fair. So… where are the girls, anyway?”

The sound of soft whimpers and panting finally reached the men’s ears, and they turned their attention to the downstairs bathroom on the other side of the living room.

…

Stacy held Amber’s ass cheeks tight, pulling them open so she could press her face as far as possible into her nethers. Her mouth slurped and sucked at Amber’s slick lips, thrusting her tongue deep into her friend’s pussy and twisting it around to stimulate and taste. Her nose pressed against Amber’s asshole, smelling her musk as she dug her nails into her ass cheeks.

Amber was moaning as she did the same to Stacy’s pussy, her tongue and lips sucking and diving into her warm tunnel. They lay on the bathroom floor in a sixty-nine position, on their sides, diving into each other’s cunts. For the last several minutes, they’d been devouring each other. Needy. Hungry. Wanting to taste everything the other had to offer.

“Yes…” Amber moaned, licking her friend’s clit, sucking it between her lips. “Fucking shit, Stacy… oh my god, there… right there…”

“Mmmm, you taste so good, Amber…so fucking good…” Stacy groaned along with Amber, lapping her tongue from her clit to her asshole, rimming gently and then moving back to sucking her friend's bald lips.

“So good…” Panting moans echoed in the bathroom as Amber began to reach her limit.

“Cum for me, Amber, please. Cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you. Please.” Stacy muttered, licking deeply.

“Ohhhh fuck me Stacy god fuck!” Amber whimpered, her legs shaking as she began to cum on her friend’s tongue.

“Yeah…like that baby, give me your fucking cum, you slut.” Stacy thrust a finger deep into Amber’s pussy, finding her g-spot easily and rubbing as her friend rode her orgasm. The stimulation makes the orgasm extend, lasting longer and dragging itself through Amber’s body.

“Yes…yes…ohhhhh Stac please…fuck, fuck.” Amber spasmed, her mouth no longer able to hold on to Stacy’s pussy as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm.

“Oh…shit…” The voice came from the door, now open, with Jack and Bill standing and watching the girls entangled on the floor, sweat streaked and naked, sucking each other’s lower lips.

Stacy wasn’t sure who spoke, but it hardly mattered. She looked up from between Amber’s ass cheeks. Jack wore ratty boxers and a t-shirt, a noticeable bulge already emerging in his boxers. Bill was still in his pajama bottoms, shirtless, staring wide-eyed. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen Stacy and Amber licking each other before, but she supposed some sights you just never got used to.

Amber was panting, her own gaze finally landing on the men in the doorway. Her smile was wide, face wet with Stacy’s juices and flushed with her own arousal. “Hey baby…” She giggled as if drunk. “Wanna join us?”

The men stood a bit dumbfounded for a moment, speechless. But Jack recovered quickly, a wide grin splitting his face. There was a red mark along his jaw that Stacy couldn’t account for. Straightening his back, belly out and bouncing, Jack took a step forward into the bathroom and turned to look at Bill. “Sorry buddy. You heard the lady. She’s asking for some manly company.”

Something passed between the men that Stacy couldn’t understand. A tension. Bill’s glare made Jack waver for just a moment. The look on Bill’s face sent a thrill through Stacy. Her pussy gushed at the intensity of his stare and rigidity of his features. What she wouldn’t give to see him look at her like that… fuck… she’d do anything for him… anything…

Bill’s look softened. “She said baby…” He muttered.

“Yeah. That’s me.” Jack’s cocky grin returned. Whatever had passed between them, it was put aside, or perhaps understood.

The men looked at Amber as she pushed herself up, thighs on either side of Stacy’s face, still pressing her pussy against her mouth. “I meant Jack, Bill, obviously.” The glint in her eyes and smile on her lips were piercing, and Stacy, eyes barely able to see beyond the slope of Amber’s ass, saw Bill’s jaw clench and fists clench.

Amber crooked a finger at Jack. “Lose those disgusting boxers. You don’t need them. Bill… honey, mind making us breakfast? Maybe you can make some more coffee for me and Stacy… and add some of that special cream… if you need motivation, you can listen at the door.” She brushed back her hair and cupped her tits, looking at Bill dismissively.

“You…I… you want me to close…the door?” Bill licked his lips nervously.

Jack was slipping his boxers off and kicking them aside. His cock semi-hard and bouncing between his hairy thighs. In a show of dominance, he took a step in front of Bill, obstructing his view of Amber riding Stacy’s face. Now all he could see was Jack’s fat, hairy ass. “Yeah Billy. Close the door. We need some private time.” Jack waved a hand at Bill and started walking towards the women.

Bill hesitated. Standing there in the door, watching Jack stalk towards his prey. Stacy kept her tongue licking at her friend’s smooth cunt, eyes watching Bill closely. His pajama pants were tented. His muscles tense and teeth clenched. The way his hand moved forward, flexing open and closed, told her he was contemplating grasping hold of something besides the doorknob. Probably Jack’s neck.

Amber only had eyes for Jack’s bouncing cock. Before the door fully closed, Bill’s eyes still watching, Amber reached out and took hold of Jack’s bobbing member. “God, I love this cock.” She said loud enough for her husband to hear. “Just like I love you.” It came out sensual, tempting, a vampire’s whispering song luring her new victim in for her warm, needy mouth.

The door clicked closed.

to be continued…