“You really have no reservations?” His voice was deep and demanding, a velvety undertone that crawled under my skin.
I shook my head, swirling the wine in my glass—a spinning red vortex. “Nope. Why should I? You suggested it yourself.”
Lena, sitting across from me, raised an eyebrow. “He’s right. It’s unusual.” She leaned back, her gaze flickering between me and Jan like a pendulum. “But if you’re both okay with it, who am I to complain?” A small, knowing smile played on her lips.
I felt a tingle that started deep in my belly and gnawed its way through my veins—electric, impatient. It had been two weeks since we met Lena on vacation. Three shared days in a vacation rental that ended with a spontaneous night—unplanned back then, a hot experiment that Jan and I only whispered about afterward. Now she was here, in our apartment, at our little party. And Jan had spun the game further: He wanted to watch.
“I want to see you with her,” he’d said a week ago, as we lay side by side after sex, our bodies still sweaty and trembling. “I want to watch you take her. Make her moan.” I’d laughed then, but his seriousness was unmistakable—a blazing fire in his eyes. So we’d talked it over, set boundaries, established rules. And now Lena was ready to play along again.
The party was just a backdrop, a pretext. Fifteen people filling our apartment, music blasting from the speakers, laughter and chatter swarming around us like a beehive. But my focus was on Jan and Lena. She sat on the couch, he stood beside her, occasionally touching her shoulder as if she were an old friend—yet his fingers lingered a heartbeat too long. I watched the scene from the kitchen as I opened a new bottle of wine, the cork popping out with a wet thud.
“So, everything okay?” asked Sarah, a coworker who came to stand next to me. “You look spaced out. Dreaming of something? A man maybe?” She giggled.
I smiled, forcing my features into calm. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
She nodded and slipped back into the crowd. I took a deep breath, feeling the fabric of my dress brush against my nipples—they were hard, like little pebbles. No, I wasn’t tired. I was wide awake, every nerve taut like a string. Jan and I had agreed on a signal: As soon as he set his beer on the kitchen table, the party would wind down, and we three would retreat. I waited.
It took an hour for him to give the signal. I saw him set the bottle on a bookshelf—not the kitchen table—and whisper something to Lena. His lips brushed her ear, and she nodded, stood up, and disappeared toward the bathroom. Jan came over to me, his stride determined, almost predatory.
“Soon,” he said softly, his voice a hot breath on my neck. “I’m sending the last guests away. You go to the bedroom. Wait for us.”
My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. I set down my glass and slipped through the hallway. In the bedroom, I drew the curtains, leaving just a gap through which the streetlamp’s light fell. A faint orange illuminated the bed, casting long shadows. I sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress yielding beneath me, and listened to the murmur from the living room, then the opening of the apartment door, voices saying goodbye. Finally, the door clicked shut. Silence. A heavy, charged silence that roared in my ears.
Footsteps. Two pairs. Jan came in, Lena followed him like a shadow. He closed the door behind him, the click of the lock sounding like a starting gun.
“All good?” he asked. It was a formality we needed, a last exit that no one would take.
“Yes,” I said, my voice rough, husky. Lena stood by the bed, hesitant, her hands clenched. I stood up, walked toward her, the air between us crackling. “No reason to be nervous.” I took her hand, my fingers closing around hers, and gently pulled her to me. She was taller than me, slender, with short dark hair and an open face that now glowed with tension. Her eyes sought mine, dark and moist.
“I’m not nervous,” she said, but her voice trembled. “Just excited. Very excited.”
“Good.” I leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, testing, a prelude. Her lips were soft, slightly salty from the chips she’d eaten, and underneath a hint of wine. She returned the kiss, hesitated briefly, then opened her mouth, letting me in. I ran my tongue over her lower lip, felt her relax, her resistance melting. A soft sigh escaped her.
Behind me, I heard Jan’s breath—a deep, controlled inhale. He’d settled into the armchair we’d moved to the foot of the bed, his body heavy in the cushion. I knew he was watching us without looking. His gaze burned on my back. That was part of the game. He was supposed to see, but not interfere. Not yet.
I pulled away from Lena’s lips, a thin strand of saliva still connecting us. Then I began to unzip her dress. It was a simple black sheath dress that accentuated her figure, tracing every curve. The zipper gave way with a hum, the fabric sliding over her shoulders, and I helped her pull her arms out. The dress fell to the floor, a black pool around her feet. She wore a black bra and matching panties—lace that caressed her skin. Her breasts were full, pressing against the fabric, the nipples clearly outlined. I placed my hands on her hips, gliding them over the silk of her panties, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin material.
“May I?” I whispered, my mouth close to her ear.
She nodded, a sharp, impatient nod. I unfastened the bra clasp with a practiced click, sliding the straps down. Her breasts emerged, full and heavy, the nipples already erect, dark and hard. I leaned forward and took one in my mouth, the skin warm and silky. She let out a soft moan, a deep, throaty sound, as I circled the tip with my tongue, teasing, tasting. Her hands gripped my hair, gently pressing me closer, her fingers digging in. I sucked harder, hearing her breath quicken, feeling her heart beat against my tongue.
Then I
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