I still remember exactly the moment when Lara showed me the message. “She wants to meet me. Tonight.” She laughed, that deep, throaty laugh that still makes my stomach flip and my cock harden in my pants. “Shall we?” she asked, her eyes flashing mischievously. I hesitated for only a heartbeat. Then I nodded, imagining myself fucking both women at the same time.
Now I’m sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in my hand, watching as Lara opens the living room door. Mira stands on the threshold. She’s hardly changed since our last night together two years ago—the same long, dark hair, the same confident stride. Only her smile seems different today, more probing, as she sizes me up. Her breasts are clearly outlined beneath her tight blouse.
“Hey,” she says, her voice smoky. “Lara told me about your idea. A dare, huh?” She steps inside, the scent of vanilla and something floral wafting over to me. Lara closes the door and leans against it, arms crossed, a triumphant glint in her eyes. I feel my cock pressing against my zipper and force myself to stay calm.
The Agreement
“It’s simple,” Lara begins, leading Mira over to the couch with me. “We play a game. Whoever gives in first loses. The winner gets to wish for something—from the other two.” She sits down next to me, her hand landing on my thigh, fingers playing with the hem of my jeans. “But the rules are strict: no touching under clothes, no kissing on the mouth, and above all—nobody says stop until one of us gives up.”
Mira laughs softly. “And you call that a dare? Sounds more like a tame evening.” She leans back, her blouse stretching over her breasts, and I catch myself staring at the buttons. I can see the shape of her nipples through the fabric. “Let’s make the rules tougher,” she suggests. “Each person has to take a round where they decide what the others do. And whoever gives up has to fulfill every wish of the others for a week—no exceptions.”
Lara’s hand on my leg twitches. I feel her tense up, but then she slowly nods. “Deal.” She stands up, walks to the bar, and pours three glasses of whiskey. “Cheers to our little experiment.”
The First Round
“I’ll start,” Mira says, setting down her glass. She straightens up, her knuckles white around the crystal. “Lara, you strip down—but only to your underwear. And Jonas, you watch. Without saying anything. Just observe.”
Lara shoots me a quick glance, then shrugs. “Okay.” She stands before us, hands at the hem of her dress. Slowly, almost lazily, she pulls it over her head. Underneath, she wears a black lace bra and matching thong that accentuates her hips. Her skin glows in the candlelight, and I feel my pulse quicken. My cock turns rock hard, and I have to spread my legs slightly so it’s less obvious. She turns around once, arms above her head, a gesture that screams possession. Then she stops, hands on her hips, and looks at Mira challengingly.
“Well done,” Mira says softly. “But now it gets interesting. Jonas, come to me.” I stand up, walk around the coffee table. Mira reaches for my belt, her fingers warm and skillful. “Lara, come here and kneel down.” Lara obeys, her knees hitting the carpet, her eyes fixed on my pants, which Mira has already opened. My cock springs out, thick and throbbing, the tip already glistening with a drop of pre-cum. “You’re going to take him in your mouth now,” Mira commands, her voice taking on a hard edge I don’t recognize. “But only until I tell you to stop. And Jonas, you hold still.”
The First Taste
I feel Lara’s warm breath before her lips close around me. She’s good, she always was, but today there’s something different in her movement—a controlled slowness, a savoring. Her tongue circles the head, and I have to force myself not to thrust my hips. Her mouth is wet and hot, she sucks gently on the tip, and I feel her tongue trace along the sensitive rim. Mira’s hand rests on my stomach, pressing me back gently. “Slow,” she murmurs. “Let her work.”
Lara takes me deeper, her head moving rhythmically, and I see her fingers gliding over her own thighs. She’s wet, I can tell from the sheen on her skin spreading over her thong. Her lips encase my shaft completely, she takes me almost to the base, and I have to close my eyes to keep from coming immediately. Her saliva runs down my balls, and her tongue massages the underside of my cock. Mira watches us, eyes half-closed, tongue tip between her lips. “Stop,” she says after an eternity that could only have been minutes. Lara pulls away, a strand of saliva still connecting us, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Your round, Jonas.”
The Exchange
I take a deep breath, my desire pulsing through every fiber. My cock is still hard, and I can still taste Lara’s saliva on my skin. “Mira, you strip down—completely. And Lara, you massage her while I watch.”
Mira smiles, a thin, knowing smile. She unbuttons her blouse, one button at a time, as if she has all the time in the world. Underneath, a simple white bra comes into view, perfectly shaping her breasts. She slips it off, and her nipples are already hard, two small, dark berries begging for touch. Then she unzips her skirt, lets it fall, and stands only in a narrow black lace thong. She slides it over her hips, and for the first time I see her completely naked—slim, with gentle curves, her skin pale in the candlelight. A small triangle of dark pubic hair covers her cunt, and I can already see the moisture glistening between her thighs.
Lara kneels behind her, her hands gliding over Mira’s shoulders, down her back. “Lie down,” she says softly, and Mira obeys, stretching out on the carpet. Lara begins kneading her shoulders, then her fingers move lower, stroking along the spine until they reach her ass. She massages the round cheeks, and Mira moans softly, turning her head to the side. “Keep going,” she breathes. Lara’s hands slide between her legs, I see how one
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