Triple Play - Episode 8

His wife knew exactly what he wanted, though he never said it out loud. On the night of his birthday, she led him into the bedroom and left the door open behind her. Two women waited there—one already half out of her dress, the other still wearing heels and nothing else. He stood still while his wife unbuttoned his shirt from behind, her fingers steady, her breath warm against his neck. One of the women stepped closer and kissed him, slow and deliberate, tasting of wine and something sweeter. His wife’s hands moved lower, undoing his belt, then sliding inside to feel how hard he already was. The second woman knelt, taking him in her mouth without hesitation, her tongue working in firm, wet strokes. His wife watched, her own dress slipping from her shoulders, then guided his hand between her thighs so he could feel how ready she was too. They moved him onto the bed, taking turns, mouths and hands everywhere, bodies pressed close, skin against skin, every sound raw and real. His wife came first, riding his face while the other woman rode him, her hips rolling steady and deep. Later, with both women on either side of him, he finished hard, his wife’s mouth on his, the other woman’s hand wrapped tight around his cock as he spilled across her fingers and his own stomach. They didn’t rush to clean up. They lay there tangled, breathing heavy, the sheets damp and warm beneath them.