#Condom

I've shared plenty of my intimate escapades, often with partners I've connected with multiple times, savoring every second. This time, though, I'm diving into a one-off encounter - a fleeting, electric moment with someone I never saw again. But let me be clear: this was someone I'd known for years, someone who'd always sparked something in me. That evening, I checked in with my partner before heading out to a rooftop lounge. We have this mutual understanding - it's not about asking permission but ensuring we're on the same page and know each other's whereabouts in case of emergencies. So, I met up with my girlfriends at the lounge, ready for a night of fun. It was live music night, with a band playing soulful covers, perfect for losing ourselves in the rhythm and lyrics. My friends and I ordered cocktails - mojitos and martinis flowing freely. A group of guys approached, offering to buy us drinks. We didn't know them, so we politely declined. As the night wore on, more drinks in hand, they sent over a bottle of prosecco as a gesture. We sent it back, keeping our vibe tight. One of the guys seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him through the haze of music and laughter. Around 1 a.m., the lounge started winding down, so we decided to hit a nearby dance club just a short walk away. The club was buzzing, and it seemed half the lounge crowd had the same idea. We danced, laughed, and sipped more drinks, completely caught up in the moment. The DJ gave a shout-out to our table, which made us cheer wildly. During a break, the DJ sauntered over - and I recognized him instantly. His name was Marcus, a former colleague from my old marketing gig. Marcus was striking - a bit husky, not too tall, with warm brown eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him a rugged charm. I'd always found him attractive back in the day, despite his stocky build. We got to chatting, and he mentioned he liked to invite women to join him on the DJ platform to keep the energy high. He called up a few other groups, then us. My friends and I climbed up, moving to the beat. The chemistry between Marcus and me was palpable - our playful glances and synchronized moves had my heart racing and my body tingling. The cocktails and pulsing music had me burning with anticipation. We stepped down after a bit - rules are rules - and kept dancing below. The guys from the lounge reappeared, sitting nearby, their eyes locked on us. We ignored them, lost in our own world. My partner called to check in, and I assured him I was fine, promising to be home later. We hung up. One of the lounge guys approached me. He looked familiar, but in my buzzed state, I couldn't pin it down. He wore a navy blazer, was tall and wiry, with a faint scar above his eyebrow. He asked me to dance, and I agreed. After a couple of songs, we parted ways, returning to our tables. Marcus kept sending shout-outs our way, and our eyes kept meeting, each glance stoking the fire inside me. My imagination was running wild, and I was already so turned on. The guy in the blazer asked me to dance again, and we did, our bodies close but not too close. By 4 a.m., the club announced they'd close unless tables ordered at least $250 worth of drinks to extend the night. We pooled our cash, and more cocktails arrived. One of my friends, Lily, was practically asleep at the table, while the rest of us kept the party going. The blazer guy came over again, saying he'd reserved a private lounge area and invited me to "chat." I knew it wasn't just about talking, but curiosity - and a spark of excitement - led me to grab my clutch and follow. In the dimly lit lounge, he introduced himself as Nathan, but his friends called him "Stretch." Then he hit me with a shocker - he was my partner's cousin! Yes, you heard that right. He explained he was the son of my partner's aunt's cousin, and we'd met at our engagement party and a few family barbecues. I was stunned. He confessed he'd always found me attractive and leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back, saying I didn't want any drama. He respected that, offering to walk me out later. I said I'd stick around a bit. We left the lounge, and, true to his word, we only talked - nothing more. Still, the forbidden thrill of it all had me aching with desire, though I knew I couldn't act on it without risking trouble. The club was nearly empty by then, with only a few stragglers left. We decided to head out. As we were leaving, Marcus gave us another shout-out and queued up a final track. He jogged over, asking us to wait so he could drive us home after his set. Lily was out cold, Ava was ready to leave, and Zoe had an early shift, so we couldn't wait long. Marcus insisted on driving us, and we agreed. Stretch watched as I climbed into Marcus's SUV with my friends. We dropped my friends off one by one. I was the most sober - or so I thought, especially after the cousin revelation snapped me out of my haze. After the last drop-off, Marcus said he'd forgotten his hoodie at the club and asked if I'd come with him to grab it. I agreed, enjoying his company and, let's be honest, drawn to his rugged charm. He parked, then invited me inside for a quick drink. The club was deserted - just us, the neon lights casting a soft glow. He poured me a bourbon, and we talked, the air thick with tension. It was nearly 6 a.m., and I said I had to go, thanking him for the great conversation. He asked if I was sure, then closed the distance between us and kissed me, his lips firm and warm. It was the moment I'd been craving, but I played it coy, murmuring, "I'm taken." He smirked, saying he knew - he'd seen my partner drop me off at work before and didn't care. His hands roamed my body, urgent and hungry, squeezing my curves as he deepened the kiss. I slid my hand over his jeans, feeling him harden under my touch. He peeled off his shirt and pants, revealing his stocky frame, and I followed, stripping down to my lace bra and panties. Our kisses grew frantic, tongues dancing, as I pressed myself against him. I climbed onto the bar, the cool surface a sharp contrast to my heated skin. He grabbed an ice cube, slipping it between his lips, and knelt between my legs. The icy chill against my most sensitive spot sent shivers through me as his tongue swirled, the cold melting into warmth. His fingers teased my entrance, sliding in just enough to make me gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming - the ice, his lips, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm, drawing soft moans from me as I gripped the edge of the bar. Then it was my turn. I slid his boxers down, and - holy hell - his member was short but impossibly thick, like nothing I'd ever seen. The tip was small, almost delicate, but the shaft was a challenge, broad and heavy. I started slowly, my lips wrapping around the head, tasting him as I worked my way down. It was intimidating, but I took my time, savoring the way he groaned. He guided my head, urging me deeper, and I obliged, my jaw stretching to accommodate him. My tongue swirled along the underside, and I felt him pulse, his grip tightening in my hair. I kept going, even as my jaw ached, lost in the intensity of pleasing him. I pulled back, breathless, and he asked if I was enjoying it. I nodded, my voice husky as I said, "Hell yes." He positioned himself between my breasts, and I pressed them together, letting him move against me. The friction was electric, his groans fueling my own desire. He asked if I had protection, and I dug two condoms from my clutch. To my shock, the first wouldn't fit - too tight for his girth. We tried the second, stretching it carefully until it just barely worked. I leaned against the bar, one leg propped on a stool, my body open to him. He positioned himself behind me, easing in slowly. The stretch was intense, a mix of sharp pleasure and a hint of pain, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. But the angle wasn't quite right - he couldn't go as deep as I craved. I guided him to the floor, laying him on the pile of discarded clothes. Straddling him, still in my stilettos, I took control, guiding his thick length into me inch by inch. My hands braced on his chest, I moved, slow at first, then faster, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, then my breasts, pinching my nipples as I rode him, the sensation sending sparks through me. It was incredible, but my heels were killing me, and I needed more. I shifted, leaning against the bar again, urging him to take me. We tried, but the angle still wasn't perfect. I dropped to my knees on the floor, arching my back in my favorite position - on all fours, ready for him. He knelt behind me, sliding in with a slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch was exquisite, his thickness opening me up as he moved, his hands gripping my hips. He tugged my hair gently, a light spank landing on my skin, and I moaned, begging for more. The rhythm built, our bodies syncing, but his length kept him from hitting that deepest spot I craved. I rocked back against him, matching his thrusts, determined to feel every inch. We went at it for what felt like forever, lost in the heat of it. I shifted again, lying on the clothes, legs spread wide. He teased me with his fingers, circling my clit with slick precision, making me writhe. I begged for him, and he obliged, lifting my legs to his shoulders and sliding in. His fingers kept working my clit as he thrust, slow and deep, then faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his back. His pace quickened, sweat beading on his brow, his face flushed as he moved harder, faster. My moans filled the empty club, mingling with the faint hum of the neon lights. He hit his peak, his body shuddering as he groaned, collapsing against me. He'd finished, but I was still on edge, my body humming with unspent desire. He lay beside me, catching his breath. I excused myself to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes. When I returned, we were both dressed, my stilettos back on. He drove me home, the silence between us comfortable but charged. He mentioned he worked weekends at the club and invited me back. I smiled, saying I'd had fun but hadn't quite gotten there. He promised a next time. I never returned while he was DJing, though. At home, my partner was fast asleep. Still buzzing, I needed release. I slipped into the bathroom, cleaned up, and grabbed my vibrator. Closing my eyes, I pictured Marcus - his hands, his mouth, that impossible thickness - and let the toy work its magic. My fingers circled my clit, the vibrations pushing me higher until I shattered, my body trembling as I finally found my release. Exhausted, I showered, made coffee, and started the day. My partner didn't seem to notice when I'd gotten home - or so I believe.

Let me tell you about this wild night when my friends from the office decided to hit up The Tipsy Crow, a dive bar downtown. It was a Saturday, the one night they let ladies in without a cover charge, so we were all in. There were four of us: Mia (the yoga-obsessed health nut), Sophie (celebrating her recent engagement), Lily (the newbie in our department, barely 20), and me. Mia picked us up in her beat-up hatchback, and we rolled into the bar, ready for some fun. We spent the night sipping cocktails, laughing over office gossip, and occasionally twirling onto the dance floor with guys who caught our eye, giggling like teenagers. The night was smooth sailing until a couple of guys, probably in their mid-30s, started eyeing us from across the bar. They had that confident, slightly weathered vibe-like they'd been around the block but still knew how to charm. Eventually, they sauntered over and asked us to dance. They zeroed in on Lily and me, probably because Sophie was a bit heavier and Mia was too busy scrolling through her phone, ignoring them entirely. We danced, laughed, and lost track of time until it was nearly 2 a.m. Mia suddenly announced she had to bounce - she was sneaking off to meet her side guy, a bartender she'd been flirting with at her favorite gym's juice bar. Since she was our ride, we all agreed to head out. We waved goodbye to the guys and piled into Mia's car. We were cruising down Oak Street toward the freeway when her car sputtered and died, leaving us stranded in the middle of the quiet road. We sat there, frustrated, trying to figure out what to do, when headlights lit up behind us. Lo and behold, it was the two guys from the bar, pulling up like knights in a shiny pickup truck. They offered to check the car, but after poking around under the hood, they admitted they couldn't fix it and offered to give us a lift. Mia wasn't about it - she'd already texted her fiancé, who was on his way, which totally derailed her secret plans. Sophie volunteered to stay with her until he showed up. Lily and I, after some hesitation, figured we'd take the ride. We climbed into their truck, but as we drove, the guys - Jake and Tyler - started suggesting we hit up another spot to "keep the night going." We shot that down, but they kept pressing, their tone shifting from flirty to pushy, making the air in the truck feel heavy. Lily started freaking out, her voice shaky as she begged them to just take her home. Her panic hit me hard, so I leaned close to Tyler, the guy I'd danced with, and murmured, "Come on, don't be like that, just get her home, " my hand brushing his shoulder to keep things soft. He sighed and told Jake, "Alright, man, you're scaring her. Let's drop her off." We got Lily to her apartment, and as we pulled away, Tyler turned to me with a sly grin and said, " - Ava, guess you're gonna have to make this worth our while." His laugh was half-joking, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach twist. I played it cool, replying, "Oh, really? And what's that supposed to mean? " Tyler didn't waste time. He leaned in, his lips crashing against mine, his hands roaming to my chest, tugging at the low neckline of my dress. His fingers were rough, slipping under the fabric to tease my skin, sending a rush of heat through me despite the nerves buzzing in my head. I was caught in this weird mix of arousal and unease, knowing I barely knew these guys. As Jake drove, Tyler's hands got bolder, sliding up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. I whispered, asking if he had protection, and he nodded, pulling a condom from his pocket. With Jake still behind the wheel, Tyler fumbled with the condom, his hands shaky with excitement. I shifted, lifting my dress and straddling him in the backseat, the leather creaking under us. The truck's motion made it intense, my hips rocking against him as I tried to control the pace, wanting it over fast. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder, his breath hot against my neck as he groaned. It didn't take long before he tensed, letting out a low, "Oh, damn, " as he finished, his body slumping beneath me. Jake, who'd been stealing glances in the rearview mirror, pulled the truck into a dark parking lot and said, "Alright, my turn." He climbed into the back, already worked up, his eyes locked on me as he tore open a condom wrapper. I was still catching my breath, my mind racing with a mix of fear and lingering heat. Jake was rougher, flipping me around so I was bent over the seat, my hands bracing against the door. He pressed himself against me, his hands spreading my thighs as he pushed in, slow at first, then harder, his rhythm relentless. "God, you're so tight, " he muttered, his voice thick with lust, his fingers digging into my hips. I moaned, the intensity overwhelming, my body responding even as my mind screamed caution. Then, without warning, Jake pulled out, his breath ragged. I felt him spit, warm and slick, before he nudged against my backside, pushing in with deliberate slowness. The stretch was sharp, almost too much, but he paused, letting me adjust, before moving again, each thrust deep and forceful. I gasped, my moans mixing with the creak of the truck and the faint hum of the engine. I don't know why guys are so fixated on that move, but the rawness of it had me trembling. Somewhere in the haze, Tyler opened the other door. While I was still bent over, taking Jake's rough thrusts, Tyler slid in front of me, his pants already undone. He guided my head down, and I let him, too caught up to resist, my lips wrapping around him as he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. The two of them moved in sync, Jake pounding from behind, Tyler in my mouth, the truck rocking with their rhythm. It was chaotic, overwhelming, my body humming with a strange mix of pleasure and fear until they both hit their peak, Jake grunting as he finished, Tyler pulling away to catch his breath. Jake tossed the condom, then leaned back, asking me to "clean him up." I hesitated but complied, tasting the latex and sweat, my mind numb. When it was over, I straightened my dress, my legs shaky, and told them to take me home. They kept asking for my number, saying we should "hang out again, " but I gave them a fake one, just wanting to get out. They dropped me off a block from my place, and I walked the rest of the way, my head spinning. At work, Lily asked if I was okay, her eyes wide with worry. I just smiled and said, "Yeah, all good, " not wanting to tell her what I'd gone through to make sure she got home safe. I made it back in one piece, but that night's still burned into my memory.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Nathan, a 27-year-old married guy, 5'10", nothing extraordinary. I've got short black hair, a lean but defined torso from years of rock climbing, arms that are toned but not bulky, sturdy legs from hiking, and, yeah, a pretty firm ass. I want to share the story of the third time my wife and I ventured into a threesome, the most unexpected of the bunch. My wife, Lila, is a stunning woman of average height with full, heavy breasts, a thick, curvaceous butt, and thighs that seem sculpted to match her voluptuous figure. Here's the setup: I've been working at a shipping depot for a little over a year. Lila and I have explored two other threesomes before this-stories for another day-but this one came out of nowhere. At work, I've got a close friend, Zoe, who's strictly platonic. We're tight, sharing details about our lives-her rocky relationship with her girlfriend, my adventures with Lila. We're so comfortable we've even laughed about how we'd probably set the sheets on fire if we were both single. Zoe's about Lila's height, with perky, medium-sized breasts, slightly smaller than Lila's, flared hips, and an ass that's not massive but looks incredible thanks to her curves. The story starts on my birthday. No big plans were in place, but Lila called me at the depot to say she'd whipped up my favorite dish-spicy shrimp tacos-and asked me to swing by the store for some beers. Zoe was nearby, overheard, and since she's obsessed with Lila's cooking, I checked with Lila if Zoe could join us. Lila was all for it, so we headed to our place. We spent the evening feasting, sipping beers, and laughing through a cheesy action flick. Zoe's place is a long drive away, and it was getting late, so we invited her to stay over. Our king-sized bed could easily fit three, so we arranged ourselves-Zoe, Lila, and me, in that order. Lila lent Zoe a pair of old pajama shorts, a bit tight on her but perfect on Zoe, clinging to her hips and accentuating every curve, paired with a loose crop top. Neither Zoe nor Lila wear bras to bed, so their breasts were softly outlined, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. We settled in, and both women dozed off quickly. I'm a slow sleeper, so I slipped on my earbuds, letting some ambient music lull me. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Zoe. Nathan, is it cool if I flip on the hallway light? Need the bathroom. Go ahead, Zoe, no issue. While Zoe was out, Lila shifted in her sleep, rolling into Zoe's spot. Lila's a restless sleeper, and waking her means she's up for hours, so I scooted to the middle to give Zoe my place. When Zoe returned, I murmured: Zoe, slide in here. Lila moved, and I don't want to wake her, so let's rearrange. Got it, no prob. I was drifting off when Zoe pressed herself against me, her arm draping over my chest, her thigh sliding over my groin. I assumed she was asleep, but then her leg started grinding, slow and deliberate, stirring me awake in more ways than one. My cock stiffened under her touch. Her fingers tilted my chin, and before I could process it, her lips crashed into mine. The kiss was hungry, electric, and I leaned into it, matching her intensity. Her hand slipped under my waistband-I sleep in just boxers and sweatpants-gripping my erection, stroking with purpose. My hands found her breasts, squeezing through the thin fabric, feeling her nipples harden. We kept our movements quiet, cautious. She whispered, her breath hot against my ear: You said Lila loves waking up to sex, right? That it drives her wild? Yeah, it's her thing, but I don't know if she'd be down with someone else in the mix. Let's find out. Please, Nathan. Everything you've told me about her makes me want to taste it. Alright, but if this backfires, we're both toast. With careful precision, I lifted Lila's camisole, exposing her lush breasts, the soft weight of them spilling free. I tugged down her shorts and thong, inch by inch, my fingers brushing her warm skin. I nodded to Zoe, whispering for her to start with slow, teasing oral-Lila's favorite way to be roused. Zoe slid down, her tongue tracing delicate circles over Lila's clit, lips grazing her folds with featherlight precision. I wet my fingers with saliva, circling Lila's left nipple until it pebbled, while my mouth closed over her right, sucking gently, tongue flicking the sensitive tip. Lila, still asleep, let out a soft whimper, her hips twitching instinctively, which only fueled the heat building in me. Zoe's hand never left my cock, stroking in rhythm with her tongue's work on Lila. Lila stirred, her voice groggy: What... what are you doing to me? Her words dissolved into a moan as Zoe's lips tugged at her clit. Sorry, love, we couldn't help ourselves... - I murmured. Still dazed, Lila hadn't clocked that someone else was between her thighs. We? Ohhh, fuck... Her moan deepened as Zoe slid her tongue inside, probing with slow, deliberate strokes. Yeah, Lila, - Zoe purred, lifting her head briefly. - Nathan's stories about you got me curious. Tonight, I'm satisfying that curiosity. Before Lila could respond, I kissed her, my tongue plunging deep, swallowing her moans. Her hand tangled in Zoe's hair, urging her closer, while her other hand pulled me to her breast, demanding I suck harder. Yes, Zoe, like that, don't stop... - she gasped. - Nathan, you too, suck my tits, both of you, keep going... Her words melted into a shuddering cry as she came, her thighs trembling around Zoe's face. Lila's orgasms come in waves, and she rode through three, each one leaving her gasping, her body arching off the bed. Panting, she grabbed my face, her eyes blazing with lust: Fuck me, Nathan. Show Zoe how you wreck me. And Zoe, get up here-I'm gonna eat you out, let you feel what you did to me. Straddle my face, watch him pound me. Zoe's grin was pure mischief as she complied, positioning herself over Lila's mouth. I lined up behind Lila, gripping her hips, and thrust in at a steady rhythm, my cock sliding deep into her soaked pussy. Lila's tongue worked Zoe's clit, lapping with fervor, and Zoe's moans filled the room-high, desperate, her hands kneading her own breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Zoe had confessed her girlfriend rarely indulged her wilder fantasies, but tonight, she was living them. I caught her gaze, her eyes glassy with pleasure: This good, Zoe? Ever felt anything like it? Fuck, no, - she gasped. - I didn't know it could be this intense. I wrapped a hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure-Lila loves this move-and pulled her into a searing kiss. My voice dropped to a growl in her ear: Tonight, you're my other dirty girl. Nathan, who's my dirty girl? - Lila mumbled, her voice muffled against Zoe's pussy. Me, baby, I'm yours, - I shot back. Can I have another one? - she teased. Hell yeah, make her yours. Give her everything you give me. I climbed onto my knees, towering over them: Alright, my dirty girls, get over here and suck me. Lila, show Zoe how I like it. They knelt before me, their tongues tracing my shaft from base to tip, lips brushing my balls, then gliding up to swirl around the head. Lila's never managed deep throat, but she coached Zoe, guiding her head down until my cock hit the back of her throat. Zoe gagged softly, eyes watering, but kept going, her moans vibrating against me. The sounds-wet slurps, choked gasps, their mingled whimpers-drove me wild. Zoe, keep sucking, - Lila said, crawling behind me. - I'm showing you what else he craves. Lila's tongue found my ass, circling with slow, deliberate licks, a sensation that makes me lose control. I yanked Zoe off my cock by her hair, my voice rough: Get on all fours, show me what a good slut you are. Zoe obeyed instantly, ass up, thighs spread. Lila slid beneath her, positioning her pussy under Zoe's mouth, her own lips inches from Zoe's dripping folds and my cock. I gripped Zoe's hips: Lila, my cock's dry. Get it ready for her. On it, baby, - Lila purred, taking me into her mouth, sucking until I was slick with her spit. I pulled back, kissing Lila fiercely, then buried my face in Zoe's ass, my tongue probing her tight hole while Lila sucked her clit, fingers curling inside her. Zoe's moans were incoherent, her body trembling under our touch. I lined up and entered Zoe's pussy, starting slow, letting her adjust, then picking up speed, my thrusts deep and relentless. She begged, voice breaking: Yes, Nathan, fuck me, call me your slut, make me yours. Harder, spank me, please! Beg for it, slut, - I growled, landing two sharp slaps on her ass, her skin blooming pink. - Tell me what you need. Fuck, don't stop! Lila, keep sucking, eat me like the slut you are. I'll eat you like one too! We were a tangle of bodies-Lila and Zoe devouring each other's pussies, me slamming into Zoe with force. I remembered Zoe mentioning she'd always wanted to try anal but was nervous, her girlfriend uninterested. Tonight, she seemed ready to cross that line. I'm gonna give you what you've been craving, Zoe. I pressed my thumb against her ass, circling gently, easing her open. Her moans grew louder, encouraging me. I pulled out, lapped at her hole, getting it wet, then slid a finger in, slow and careful. Lila slipped two fingers into Zoe's pussy, and Zoe, mirroring her, fingered Lila back. The room was a symphony of their moans, slick sounds, and my own ragged breaths. I worked a second finger into Zoe's ass, stretching her, then stood: You ready for this? I grabbed a condom and lube from our bedside stash, slicked her up, and pressed my cock against her ass, inching in. Zoe tensed, a sharp gasp escaping as pain hit, but Lila wrapped her arms around her, holding her steady. It hurts, fuck, go slow... but don't stop, it's good, - Zoe whimpered. I moved with patience, letting her adjust, until her body relaxed, her moans shifting to pleasure. I picked up the pace, thrusts steady but firm. I reached for a vibrating dildo, tossing it to Lila. She knew the drill-sucked it wet and eased it into Zoe's pussy, the vibrations sending Zoe into a frenzy. She screamed, but I pressed her face into Lila's pussy: No screaming, slut, just suck. Minutes later, Zoe's body convulsed, a gush of liquid soaking Lila's face and chest. Lila drank what she could, the rest drenching her. I pulled out, Lila removed the dildo, and Zoe collapsed, trembling. Lila kissed her, slow and deep, then said: My turn now. Hope you were watching, Zoe, 'cause you're up. I swapped condoms. Lila handed Zoe the dildo, positioned herself over Zoe's face, ass up for me. I slammed into her ass-Lila and I are seasoned here, so I went hard, no warmup needed. Fuck, Nathan, harder! Spank me, make it sting! I'm your filthy slut, let the whole block hear! I obeyed, my hand cracking against her ass, her moans echoing. Zoe worked the dildo into Lila's pussy, matching my rhythm. I couldn't hold back: Shit, I'm gonna come! Yes, baby, come with me, fuck, I'm there! - Lila cried. I pulled out, yanked off the condom, and shoved my cock into Zoe's mouth. She gasped, dropping the dildo. I grabbed it, pumping it fast in Lila to keep her climax going. I erupted in Zoe's mouth, hot and pulsing, while Lila came, squirting over Zoe's face. We collapsed, spent, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. We stumbled to the shower, the three of us crammed under the spray, trading lazy kisses and playful grabs but too exhausted for more. Back in the bedroom, we stripped the soaked sheets-our waterproof mattress cover saving the day-tossed on fresh ones, and crashed naked, Lila, Zoe, me. We exchanged soft goodnight kisses, Lila and I teasing Zoe's nipples gently as we drifted off. Just before sleep, Zoe murmured: That was... unreal. Please tell me we'll do it again. The next morning, Zoe and I headed to work. Lila kissed us both goodbye, and the day rolled on like nothing happened. It's been nearly a year, and we haven't revisited it, but my birthday's in a couple weeks, and Lila's been asking what Zoe might like for dinner. Call it a hunch, but I think we're gearing up for an encore.