Coworker Complications Pt. 02

The apartment buzzed with tension as the doorbell rang at 7:00 p. m. sharp, a harsh chime that jolted Ryan from the couch. Megan smoothed her black two-piece dress, the short skirt hugging her thighs, the bikini style top snug against her chest, her nipples outlined in the thin fabric. She flashed him a tight smile, her resigned effort for his supposed kink etched in her posture, and padded to the door. Ryan trailed behind, heart pounding, the plastic grocery bags still unpacked on the counter a mute witness to the day's unraveling.

She swung the door open, and Carson strode in, all six-foot-two of him, his broad and built frame filling the cramped space. JP followed, lean and grinning, then Cory, his 340-pound bulk wheezing as he squeezed through. Carson's gray eyes landed on Megan, raking over her outfit with a slow, approving smirk. "Well, damn," he said, clapping Ryan on the shoulder, too hard as always. "She is as you described, man. Fucking hot."

Megan shifted, tugging the skirt down an inch, her voice small but polite. "Thanks, I guess. Ryan picked it out." She glanced at him, seeking his nod, and he forced one, his stomach a knot of dread.

"Smart guy," JP chimed in, flopping onto a chair at the rickety kitchen table, his dark eyes glinting. "Knew you'd come through."

Cory lumbered over, plopping down with a grunt, his sweaty palms leaving smears on the wood. "Yeah, looks like a good night already," he said, his voice greasy, staring at her chest a second too long.

Ryan hovered by the counter, grabbing a six-pack of beers from the fridge, anything to keep his hands busy. "Let's drink," he muttered, popping cans and passing them out. The guys cracked theirs open, the hiss of carbonation cutting the air, and Megan poured herself a mix drink, sipping tentatively as she settled into a chair between Carson and JP.

They bullshitted for a while, Carson dominating with loud tales of a client's deposition screw-up, JP tossing in jabs, Cory laughing too loud. Megan nursed her drink quicker than usual, loosening up as the alcohol hit, her third solo cup empty by 7:45 p. m. Her cheeks flushed pink, her posture slumping, tipsy giggles slipping out as Carson leaned closer, voice dropping conspiratorially.

"Alright, let's shatter the ice with a game from our younger and more innocent years," he said, setting his can down with a clink. "Truth or dare, each time it's your turn to ask, you drink. Each time you get asked, you drink. Who's first?"

"Me," Megan piped up, swaying slightly, her gullibility primed by the buzz. "Sounds fun."

"Sweet," Carson said, grinning like a wolf. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she replied, giggling, oblivious to the trap.

He leaned back, crossing his arms, and testing the waters. "Tell us the most risque thing you have done?"

Megan blinked, then glanced at Ryan, her eyes seeking his okay. He shrugged stiffly, the video's shadow forcing his hand, and she turned back, shrugging. "Not much to tell, really. Just dumb stuff from when I was younger that just kind of happened to me. Like, on spring break, my friend said there was a bug in my bikini top, so I yanked it off right on the beach. My boobs were out, and I just ran around yelling about the bug while people pointed their phones at me."

JP snorted, leaning in. "Details, girl. How'd they react?"

"They laughed," she said, sipping her beer, "and whistled. Kept saying 'nice tits.' I was so embarrassed, but I hate bugs."

"Classic," Carson said, smirking. "What else? How about actually WITH a guy."

Megan glanced at Ryan again, who knew what was coming and braced for it. His nod mechanical now, and continued, tipsy enough to ramble. "Well this guy after school, he said a snake bit his, uh, his penis. And I had to suck out the venom I guess? To save him. I did it, kind of felt like a blowjob really. He wouldn't let my head up until I got it all out. That was the first time I saw a penis and ya I know how it sounds but, it was legit."

The guys erupted, Carson slapping the table, JP howling, Cory choking on his beer. "You sucked him off?" Carson asked, incredulous. "How long?"

"I sucked the venom, it took a couple minutes," she said, shrugging. "I felt proud, like I did something. Part of the reason I become a nurse." Ryan's face burned, but he kept nodding, the room spinning as her naive confession illuminated her dangerous gullibility.

The round circled back, truths bouncing around--JP admitting a bar hookup, Cory confessing his OnlyFans obsession--until Carson's phone light up in his hand. He typed quick, and Ryan's buzzed a second later. He fished it out, the text glaring: DARES ONLY NOW. MAKE IT STICK. Ryan swallowed, pocketing it, and cleared his throat.

"Alright, this is boring, dares only from here on out," he said, voice flat, avoiding Megan's eyes. "Let's ramp it up."

"Fuck yeah," JP said, cracking his knuckles. " My turn. Megan, I dare you to kiss Carson."

She hesitated, glancing at Ryan, her tipsy haze sharpening with unease. "Um, is that ok?" she asked Ryan, and he nodded, jaw tight, the lie a reflex now. "Okay," she said, leaning over, pecking Carson's lips quick and chaste, pulling back with a grimace she hid behind a sip of beer.

"Weak," Carson teased, but his grin stayed. "My turn. Dare you to flash us your boobs, Megs."

Her eyes widened, sobering a fraction. "No way, Ryan's right there. He can't see me like that."

Ryan jumped in, desperate to keep the rules intact, his voice strained. "I'll turn around, close my eyes. Promise." He swiveled in his chair, facing the wall in earnest, lids clamped shut, heart hammering.

"Swear it," she said, and he did, "I swear," voice hollow. A rustle followed, her chair creaking, then a chorus of low whistles and muffled laughs from the guys. "Holy shit," JP muttered. "Perfect rack," Cory wheezed. The sound of fabric settling hit, and she called, "Okay, done." Taking a sip of her drink.

Ryan turned back, eyes open, her top back in place, her face flushed but smug. "My turn," she said, pointing at Carson with retaliation in her eyes. "Dare you to take off your pants and boxers off."

Carson chuckled at the nice opportunity, standing without hesitation, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down with his boxers, kicking them aside. His nine-inch cock hung heavy, half-hard from the site of her tits. He sat back, legs spread, smirking. "Your move," he said, sipping his beer like it was nothing.

Megan wrinkled her nose but didn't comment, the game rolling on, her nerves melting away from her buzz. Cory took his shot. "Oh, she's on the offensive. How about this, I dare you to take your panties off for the rest of the night," he said, leering at her.

She froze knowing how exposed she would be for the remainder of the evening in a dress like this, glancing at Ryan again, her voice shaky. "Swear not to look, Ry? Like, really swear." A gleam shown in her eyes, knowing this will drive Ryan nuts, but in a good way.

"I won't," he said, turning away again, eyes shut tight, taking much more effort than last time. He heard the chair shift, the soft slide of fabric, and JP's low, "Fuck, yeah." Her G-string hit the floor, and as her legs each lifted slightly, one at a time, to step out of it, the men were greeted with a peak of a lip just below the hem of the skirt. She sat back down with her solo cup in hand, resting in her lap, shielding any view.

"Done," she said after sipping her drink. Ryan faced forward, her panties a crumpled black heap by her feet. The dares for and from him had been tame--chug a beer, do a push-up--dumb stuff to mask the focus on her. His phone buzzed again, Carson's text flashing: Chip in, make it real, like really fucking real, you know what I mean, or she's getting the video, not fucking bullshit this is taking too long. Ryan's gut sank, and he blurted out in pain, "My turn. Megs, you... you basically gave that old guy Marvin a handjob yesterday, right? So, uh, I dare you to give Carson one, out of sight of course."

Her jaw dropped, eyes flicking between him and Carson, who grinned wider, cock twitching. "Seriously?" she asked, voice small. "You want that?"

"Yeah," he lied, nodding fast, "It would be sexy." She looked uncertain but, then stood, swaying slightly. "Alright, I guess, let's go to my room."

Carson turned and winked at Ryan while following her as she led him in, the door clicking shut. Ryan sat frozen, JP and Cory snickering, the muffled sounds of movement seeping through the thin wall. Five minutes ticked by, agonizing, until the door opened. Megan emerged, her flushed face tight, a mix of deep thinking and forced pride in her eyes. Carson sauntered out, with Megan's cup in hand, a thick white load sloshing inside, his pants still off.

"I didn't want to make a mess," he said, setting the cup on the table, smug as hell. Megan sat, forgetting about her panty-less state as her legs slightly widen on her descent into her seat, her voice teasing. "Happy?"

"Yeah," he croaked, guilt choking him, but she bought it, softening a fraction. JP jumped in to keep the momentum, eyes glinting. "My dare. Drink that cup, Megan."

She stared at it, then at Ryan, her tipsy resolve wavering. Ryan forced a smile towards her.

"Is this how these games usually go?" Megan asked, looking towards Carson and then JP.

"Oh ya, well they are usually a bit raunchier, and there are more girls, so it may seem like your getting the full 'load' if you know what I mean, but keep in mind, we don't want to go too far because we know you are a respectable lady. We are just trying to lighten things up, break the ice, and all have fun together! Right guys?" Carson quickly belt out after coming up from a large sip of his beer, all too confident that Megan will believe that this is somewhat normal. JP and Cory coming to his rescue with typical grunts of support.

She grabbed the cup, locking eyes with Ryan, and tipped it back, gulping Carson's cum in three slow swallows, her throat bobbing. She slammed it down, wiping her mouth, a flicker of defiance in her stare as the guys hooted.

"Fucking legend," Carson said, clapping. "Your girl's a trooper, Ry."

Megan forced a smile, but it softened, turning real as the warmth of Ryan's approval spread through her, drowning out the nagging twist in her gut. "Yeah, well, if it's hot for him, I'm kinda into it too," she said, her tone lifting, though a shadow of shame flickered beneath it--one she quickly shoved aside. Growing up, her moral compass had been forged by her mom and dad, their Church of Christ rules drilled into her naive heart: purity with your partner was sacred, the key to a marriage that'd last forever. She'd idolized their guidance, trusted it blindly over the loose, lust-driven ways her high school and college friends lived--girls who bragged about blowjobs and hookups with their boyfriends, giggling over details that made Megan's stomach churn. She'd tried warning them once, parroting her parents' lessons about robbing their future husbands of something special, but they'd rolled their eyes, called her a prude, and drifted away. To keep any friends at all, she'd learned to bite her tongue, turning a blind eye to their "sins" while clutching her promise ring tighter. Now, gulping Carson's cum in front of Ryan's coworkers, she knew those same friends would recoil, ditch her for this degrading mess--but they were the hypocrites, weren't they? They'd trashed their own relationships with premarital filth, while she was honoring hers, keeping Ryan happy and desiring her without crossing their sacred line. Her mom's voice echoed clear as day: Those boys aren't who you're marrying--it doesn't count against you and Ryan. That was all that mattered. The humiliation stinging her chest, the wrongness of it--she could bury that, emboldened by the rules she'd sworn to live by. She glanced at Ryan, his stiff nod a lifeline, and straightened up, resolve hardening. The guys caught the shift, their laughter sharpening into something hungrier, predatory, but she clung to her twisted pride.

The mood was up, the room buzzing with leftover adrenaline, before Cory stretched, cracking his neck with a groan. "Man, forgot how much fun truth or dare gets," he said, scratching his gut. "Back in high school, though, it was all lame-ass truths--'Who you got a crush on?' Nobody had the balls for this wild shit."

JP smirked, leaning back in his chair, beer bottle dangling from his fingers. "Yeah, took college to grow some guts. Now it's all dares, thanks to Ryan, and damn, it's better this way."

Carson chuckled, kicking his empty can across the floor. "Speak for yourself. I was daring bitches to flash me by sophomore year. Still, this beats that kiddie crap." He stood, stretching his arms wide. "Alright, piss break. Who's refilling?"

Megan giggled, tipsy warmth loosening her edges, and grabbed her cup as the guys shuffled around. JP hauled himself up, snagging the last beers from the counter, while Cory lumbered to the kitchen, rummaging for a half-empty whiskey bottle. Ryan stayed put, staring at his hands, the buzz of Carson's earlier text still rattling his skull. Megan slipped into the bathroom, the door clicking shut, and returned a minute later, her cheeks still flushed as she plopped back onto the couch. The guys resettled, drinks sloshing, the air thick with a restless edge.

"Alright, let's keep it rolling," JP said, leaning forward, his dark eyes glinting. "Dare you to dance for us, Megs. Show off what'chu got."

She hesitated, her tipsy grin faltering, fingers tightening around her cup. Her eyes darted to Ryan, then away, a quick shuffle of her feet betraying her unease--not about the act itself, but the risk of him seeing her exposed. She craved his desire, needed him to find her sexy, but she didn't want to throw away all the years of dedication because of dramatic pussy flash. "Well, with this dress," she said, voice light but careful, tugging at the hem, "and, you know, my lack of underwear, I might get a little exposed."

Ryan caught the hint again, his jaw tightening as he waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, don't worry," he muttered, grabbing his chair with a scrape. He lifted it dramatically, turning it fully around to face the fridge in the kitchen, the living room's chaos now at his back as he sits down, almost power bombing the chair to communicate his frustration. His shoulders hunched, fingers turning white as he grips his beer bottle with anger--he did not want Megan to perform for these assholes, turning herself into just another girl getting them off who would inevitably cast off the memory in mere days as just another slut exposing herself to them. For Ryan, such a performance and display from Megan would be cherished for all of eternity.

Megan glanced over her shoulder, checking his position, her lips pursing as he stayed rigid, eyes locked on the calcium build up of the fridge's water dispenser.

"Okay, here it goes," she said, setting her phone down with R. Kelly blaring through the tinny speaker. Giggling, the booze fueling her glee, she stood and swayed, finding her rhythm as the beat picked up: "hot and fresh out the kitchen / Mama rollin' that body, got every man in here wishin'." Her hips rolled, slow and teasing, the tight cocktail dress clinging to her thighs, inching up with her movements. The guys whistled, egging her on, and she dipped low, knees bending, the skirt continuing to bunch up with each drop--higher, then higher--until it gathered just below her hips, her smooth, laser-hair-removed pussy showing entirely, pink and bare. She spun, checking Ryan's turned head, then turned her back to the guys, dropping down again--straight-legged, flat-backed--shaking her ass quick and sharp. The skirt bunched fully around her waist now, her backside exposed, glistening slit and tight pucker asshole on display for a long second.

"Fuck, would you look at that," Carson growled, his voice low and appreciative. "Tight little slit, Ry. Pink and perfect."

"Yeah, man, she's shaved clean," JP added, laughing. "You're missing out, dude. Wonder who she is keeping it like that for, haha. I guess us."

Ryan sat tense, wondering how his beer bottle has not shattered in his hand yet.

Cory wheezed, leaning closer. "I like that move, keep that one up. Your pussy looks happy to be seen. I could just dive in."

Ryan gripped the chair's edge, knuckles permanently white now, their words searing into him. He couldn't see, but he could imagine it too well--her perfect body, bare and swaying, all for these pricks. Megan spun once more, then, facing the boys, dropped down a final time with her knees parted widely as she pick up her cup to take a large swing while in the very exposing and erotic position, and then finally standing up as the song ended, indicating the end of the show. She fixed her skirt back down and plopped into her seat, breathless and beaming. "How was that?" she asked, peering at Ryan's tense back, then the guys.

"Fucking hell," Carson said, sipping his beer. "That was amazing. Just to confirm what we all saw, I'll give you an easy one. I dare you to tell us if your pussy's wet."

She giggled, grinding her thighs together briefly, the boldness landing softer now. "Yeah, I guess I am," she admitted with a shy smile, her voice bright with innocence and pride. "Is that a good thing?"

"Hell yeah it is, girl," JP said, grinning wide. "Whenever I get my chick to do kinky shit for me, she's whining and dry as a desert."

Carson raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What kinda freaky stuff you putting that poor girl through?"

JP shrugged, laughing. "Oh, please, nothing crazy--just a lot of anal. She's always bitching it hurts, saying I'm too big. Had to ditch her, man. Can't settle for less than a proper buttslut. Bitchin' about taking it in the back door totally ruins the mood, you know just take it slut, make daddy proud."

Megan sat back wondering about such a foreign concept. "Anal, a dick in my ass, that is something. But, I can't be a prude for Ryan when the time comes." Her thoughts simmered over. "I would have never imagined having fun doing all this though, so I guess if Ryan wants it, I bet I could have fun with his penis back there. The power of love." she thought to herself.

Carson snorted, nodding. "Fair. Gotta have standards."

Cory chimed in, his wheeze cutting through. "Megan's a keeper, though. Doing all this for Ryan's kink, and it's turning her on? That's gold."

"Yeah," Carson agreed, eyes flicking to her. "Most girls would've bolted by now. You're a champ, Megs. I think Ryan wanted this because he knew things needed some spice around here. You guys are going to definitely be the picture perfect married couple, even more so know that you have proven to Ryan just how special you are, and you did it without needing to break and rules with Ryan. Frankly, for me and my prospects of marriage. I hesitate to ever see myself in a place like that because I just know whoever I would end up with would just stop caring about my dick and only worry about her shopping allowance. I'd do anything for a girl like you just wanting to please."

JP leaned in, mischief glinting. "I don't want to change the subject, and I am up next, so let's get back to talkin' about that back door--"

Carson shot him a look, sharp and quick, and motioned for JP to lean his ear for a word. "Yo, JP." Cory caught the cue, turning to Megan with a greasy grin. "So, uh, you gonna be a champ and take it in the back door for Ryan?" She blinked, distracted, nodding as Carson leaned to JP, voice low but firm. "Push hard, man, but not too hard. Save the fucking for later--we've got her hooked. Focus on getting our dicks sucked tonight. Don't go too far tonight, or we lose what we got going, and I don't want to lose this," JP nodded, rubbing his chin, then swaggered back, salvaging his slip.

"If Ryan wants it, of course," Megan responds confidently bringing a grin to Cory's face.

"Alright, new dare," JP said, chimes back in to finesse a smooth transition of his earlier words. "Bend over Carson's lap, Megs. Like a bad girl about to get spanked. Let's have a closer peak back there."

Ryan, who'd started turning his chair back after Megan's return to her seat, froze mid-motion, the wood creaking under his grip. Another turn-around? He felt like a damn fool, spinning like a top for their game. Megan glanced at him, then offered, "I'll face this way, so you can't see, but can still watch." She stepped to Carson, who'd sat back down, and leaned over his lap, angling her ass toward JP and Cory, away from Ryan. They shifted eagerly, chairs scraping for a better view. The skirt rode up, her wet pussy gleaming clear in the light, lips parted slightly, but JP's target stayed a shadowed tease between her cheeks, just under the hem of her tight skirt.

"Goddamn, that pussy's dripping, whose dare is next?" JP muttered, licking his lips. Carson glared at Ryan, knowing it was his turn, eyes narrowing--a silent "escalate it, or else." Ryan swallowed, his voice tight, knowing where this was heading. "Uh, I think it is my turn. I dare you guys to spank her--three times each."

JP grinned, reaching for the skirt. "Gotta be bare for a proper spanking." He yanked it higher, exposing her full ass, the tops of her cheeks visible to Ryan but the real site faced the opposite direction. "Fuck, that asshole is perfect, look at it--tight and inviting." Carson went first, landing three firm smacks--crack, crack, crack--reddening her skin but not changing Megan's facial expressions. Her ass cheeks rippled closed and open as the slaps reverberated through her skin. Cory followed, his meaty hand leaving faint welts, and JP did two, steady and deliberate, but with a long pause to follow.

"Didn't hurt," Megan said, wiggling slightly, voice airy. JP smirked, rearing back for his third--a hard thwack that echoed. She yelped, remaining in her position of submission, her hand flying to her butt, rubbing with a frown. "Um, ouch?" she squeaked, eyes flicking to the guys, then Ryan, searching.

"I thought you said you like this stuff, Ryan. You kinda looked like you thought we were being a little too soft before." The coworkers stared at him, expectant. Ryan forced a grin, heart sinking. "Ya, that one was definitely hot. Taking a hard one from JP like that? Super sexy."

Her frown flipped to a smile, reassured. "Alright then, I can take another." She arched her back dramatically, ass up, and JP swung again right on the same spot--thwack--just as brutal. She grimaced, but pushed out a breathy moan, playing it up for Ryan. His dick twitched, arousal clashing with the bile in his throat burning--these bastards manhandling her, displaying her, while he sat powerless.

Carson clapped his hands, "Wow, I am impressed." To break the tension he moves on with, "Alright, refill time. Who's dry?" JP graduated to the cheap vodka, pouring sloppy shots, while Cory cracked a fresh beer, foam spilling over his fingers. Megan sat up, carefully smoothing her skirt back into position, catching her breath as the guys chattered about some bar fight from last week, letting the heat simmer down before the next move.

JP, starting to slur his words, was brought back to the goal of the evening after a quick parting of Megan's put his dick back in control of his thoughts. "Who's next, I think we are not to far from starting to black out, let's end strong."

Carson leaned forward, his grin predatory but warm, matching JP's energy. "Dare you to get completely naked. Let's see the whole package."

Megan's eyes lit up, a thrill sparking at the dare--she knew it'd drive Ryan wild, her body bare for his twisted kink--but then her spine stiffened, a rare firmness cutting through her tipsy haze. "No, that's too much," she said, voice sharp enough to make the guys blink, thinking she'd hit her limit. She shook her head, clearing the air while raising up her promise ring on her right hand. "If I'm butt naked, there's no wiggle room. Ryan turns an inch, and he'll see everything. That's it--we are ruined. I'm not risking us over this." Ryan, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, praying.

Carson's grin twitched, her words sinking in like a roadmap. She was putty, bending further than he'd dreamed, but that line--her rules with Ryan--was a steel wall. All he has to do is not fuck that up by letting Ryan catch a glimpse, and they would be balls deeps soon enough. He nodded, slow and deliberate. "You're right, Megan, can't argue that. Let me tweak it--I dare you to tell Ryan to hit the corner store for beer and vodka, then get naked. Problem solved."

JP leaned in, grinning. "Hell yeah, that works--keeps it clean for Ry."

"Smart fix," Cory wheezed, nodding. "You're golden then."

Megan chewed her lip, then smiled, the logic clicking. "I guess that could work." She turned to Ryan, seated and facing the group, and started sweetly, "Ry, can you grab more beer and--"

Carson cut in, smirking. "Nah, Megs, make it sexy. Say exactly this: 'Ryan, so I can give these nice gentlemen a proper show of my pussy, tits, and asshole that you're not allowed to see, you need to leave and get us some booze. Be sure to take your time.'"

She giggled, voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Ryan, so I can give these nice gentlemen a proper show of my pussy, tits, and asshole that you're not allowed to see, you need to leave and get us some booze. Be sure to take your time." Ryan's breath hitched, his dick hardening despite the venom pooling in his gut--he hated it, hated them seeing her, but the words lit a fire he couldn't snuff. "Uh, now?" he stalled, shifting to hide the bulge tenting his jeans.

"Go on," she pressed, firmer, smirking at his obvious arousal. JP snickered, "Cuck's sprung, look at that tent," and Cory piled on, "He really does love this shit." Megan's eyes sparkled as she glanced at his crotch--proof of his attraction for her--and she added, "I'll go wild for them baby, just be sure to picture it." Then she paused, brow furrowing. "Wait, what's the point if Ry's not here?"

Carson abruptly chimed in to not let the opportunity slip away. He went with the first thing that popped into his head. "I'll record it for him. I'll edit the shit out of it. I swear there won't be even the slightest chance of a peek at any of the forbidden fruit. I swear it."

"Perfect!" she chirped, clapping her hands, then turned to Ryan, who looked like he just found out Santa was not real, tone dipping low and mocking. "Out you go, big guy--give us space for the real fun." Ryan, defeated, grabbed his coat, boner throbbing, and muttered, "I'll, uh, be back soon," bolting out. He hustled across the street, jealousy gnawing--her naked, their hands, their eyes--all while he fetched their damn drinks, things were escalating quick enough with clothes on and him present, god knows what he will return to if he takes too long. He snatched a six-pack and vodka, the clerk's grunt ignored, and raced back, desperate to curb whatever they'd push without him.

He hit the door, knocked--no answer. Heart pounding, he eased it open, hands over his eyes, calling, "Got the stuff, eyes shut, where--" A crack between his fingers slipped through: Megan on her knees, upright, back to him, blonde hair caught up in a man's fist as she sucked Carson's nine inches, moaning softly. Her hands pumped JP's ten and Cory's nine, their phones up, filming every moment.

"Back just in time, Ryan," Carson said, grinning like a shark, tilting his phone. Megan jolted, popping off Carson with a wet gasp and a web of saliva connecting her lip to his wet cock. Her hands flying to her chest as her shoulders hump down and forward as a safety measure, while her neck turned over her shoulder. "Ry, hallway--now! Few more minutes!"

He stumbled back, door cracked, ears straining. Carson's voice purred, "Good girl, rub that pussy--it is so sexy when a girl gets off to suckin' some dick." A slick sound, her whimper, then JP: "Fuck, I can't stop staring at those little nips--pinch 'em, slut." Cory chuckled, "Nurse knows her tricks, huh? Take it deep." Her hums buzzed, eager and sloppy, and Ryan's mind burned--one hand between her thighs, the other on her tits or a cock, while their hands mauled at her perfect boobs or beautiful hair. Grunts followed--Carson first, "Take it all, slut, don't spill a drop," then JP and Cory, unloading mostly in her mouth, but some splashing on to her cheek and chin. "Hold it there. open wide," Carson said, "pose sexy--show that cum." A glob escaped the corner of her mouth and landed on her stomach, sliding down her skin towards her pussy, and JP barked, "Do not lose any, you earned every drop. Rub your clit with that little spill, Ryan will love it." Clicks snapped as she moaned, smearing the cum from abdomen into her pussy, cameras devouring her vile act. "Now be a good girl and cum for us, when you cum then you can swallow," Carson urged. Megan's pace on her clit increase, and her hips started to grind. She was breathing heavily through her nose while alternating between squeezing her eyes shut and opening them to focus on the meaty cocks that hung only inches away. She started to tense up and clamped her thighs shut on her cum covered fingers as she started to moaned loudly. The moan was interrupted by a big gulp, indicating the arrival and completion of her orgasm. Her bright, "Ahhhh!" ringing out as she proudly showed her empty mouth to their phone cameras. They cooed, "Good girl, I love it when sluts cum from sucking dick, sexy as hell," as she giggled.

Rustling--she dressed quick, then called, "Okay, Ryan, you're good," ducking to her room. The guys waved him inside, Carson smirking. "Your girl's a champ, man--three loads in one, no sweat. You're damn lucky." JP clapped his shoulder, "She's a keeper, Ry--killed it for you, you owe her big time," and Cory wheezed, "Living the dream, dude," their praise a knife twist, loud enough for Megan to hear, sinking her deeper into the lie.

Moments later, the scene had shifted. Megan slumped against the table, dressed in loose plaid pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt, her blonde hair tangled, face flushed and sweaty, a few streak of cum glistening on her cheek and chin. The air stank of beer and sex, cans littering the floor. She swayed, five mixed drinks, a beer, and a few large loads of cum dragging her down, her body buzzing from the orgasm, eyes half-lidded as she mumbled, "Guys, I'm wiped. Gotta sleep."

Carson glanced at her, then the guys, nodding. "Yeah, we're beat too. Time to roll out." He stood, stretching, then waved JP and Cory over, their pants zipped but grins still smug. They gathered around Megan, as Ryan approached, Carson steering the talk, voice low but firm. "Ryan, man, I'm really glad you trusted me to spice things up where you two love birds can't venture quite yet. I never imagined that this night, which was just to rub in how hot your girl is to us, could turn into something just as rewarding for you guys as it was for us. With a little more work, we can really transform your marriage night. Let's make a little routine out of this, and things will only get hotter."

JP cracked open one of Ryan's new beers, slurring, "Fuck yeah, regular's the move."

Cory wheezed, leaning back. "For Ryan--anything."

Ryan stood there, bag still in hand, boner straining against his jeans despite the guilt clawing his chest. Megan's bleary eyes caught it, a tired smile tugging her lips--proof he loved it, justification locked in. She shuffled closer, voice thick. "I'll do anything for my man--hope you see that now, Ry. Thanks, Carson, for helping us with this."

Carson smirked, pulling out his phone. "Gimme your number, babe--we'll coordinate." She rattled it off, and he snapped a quick pic of his dick--still half-hard--setting it as his contact photo in her phone with a chuckle. "Video's coming tomorrow, edited like I said. You can review it, make sure it's perfect. Then Ryan can get his rocks off."

The guys grabbed their coats, stumbling out the door. When it shut. Megan stopped and looked to Ryan, swaying as she spoke, her tone flat but honest. "That was a lot, y'know? Fun, sure, 'cause you are into it, but... damn. Those dicks were huge, the guys pulling my hair, jamming their dicks in my throat--I'm gonna be horse. And being on display like that? It was kind of humiliating. I know things have been tough for you, this wait is killing both of us. The only reason I am entertaining this little game of yours is because I can finally see your desire has returned, and it, well, fits our rules nicely, as long as we remain careful. No slip ups."

Ryan's will had been crushed, he submitted to the new reality that he suspected will probably consume his life. He was trapped. "Ya, babe, it has been hard. I've always been ok with that, though. I am sorry that I made you feel like I didn't want you anymore, I just don't have any options to communicate that without disrespecting you, or pushing boundaries. My desire for our first night together has never diminished, though."

Megan hugged him, while keeping her waist from connecting with his bulge. "Well it looks like we have an option now." Ryan shook his head in grief, out of view of Megan as she burrowed her face into his collar.

Megan stumbled into her room and clicked the door shut. Ryan sank onto the couch, staring at the mess. Cum on her face, their hands in her hair controlling her movements, her throat stretched, their cum in her stomach, all burned into his skull. She'd loved it for him, bought the lie, and now it was to become routine. His boner throbbed, unavoidable, and he hated himself for it. Trudging to his tiny office room, he collapsed on the twin bed, hand slipping into his pants. He jerked off quick, shame and arousal tangling, her wrecked voice echoing as he came, then lay there, ceiling blank, trapped in his own mess.