The Intimacy Architect

The Therapist:

"I am not the kind who sees a therapist. I am a woman who is in control of her fucking life."

"Yet, here you are again," said Dr. Rene Vesper.

I sighed. I did not know how to answer that question. I couldn't admit she helped me. But, helped me with what? I changed the topic.

"I swear, some days, I'm the goddamn glue holding that whole fucking office together," I muttered. "Every crisis, every deadline--pile it on. I'll handle it. Because who the fuck else will?"

"What about at home, Nyx?" she finally asked.

I traced the seam of my cashmere sleeve, lips pressing together. "Honestly? It's the same shit. If I stop moving, if I stop doing--everything collapses. Meanwhile, Caleb's built this whole pristine empire for himself. Successful. Admired. I admire him. But it's like we're running parallel tracks, too fucking busy to notice how far apart we've drifted."

Vesper's gaze didn't waver. "And your physical relationship?"

That's what I was here for. To talk about my fucking physical relationship.

I let out a dry, hollow laugh. "It exists. Technically. Not often, not never--just enough to keep it in that awkward-ass limbo where it's not a problem, but it's also not much of anything."

She waited.

I exhaled. "Honestly? I think we do it just to prove we're fine, like checking a goddamn box.

"And yeah, I feel like an asshole even saying that. He's kind. He tries."

Vesper didn't break eye contact. "What about before?"

I swallowed. "Back then? Everything was lighter. We had time. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Didn't matter if we were in a crowded bar or a grocery store--I'd look at him a certain way, and suddenly we were finding excuses to be alone. There was this one night, years ago, we were at a black-tie event. I was wearing this deep-red silk dress, high slit. Caleb couldn't fucking focus--kept his hand on my thigh under the table, fingers teasing, testing, daring. By the time dessert rolled around, I was so wound up I dragged him into the hallway, into a dark corner, and blew him. Sucked him till he came on my face. Thankfully, my dress was spared." I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "Jesus. That was us. It was fun. It was fucking alive."

Vesper let the moment stretch.

I wondered if she had ever sucked a cock. Does the prim-and-proper Dr. Rene even know what cum tastes like?

"What changed?" she asked, breaking the silence.

I laughed, but it was brittle. "Life. Work. Hustle. We got busy, then we got comfortable. We still love each other, but--" I hesitated.

"Like business partners?"

The words hit me like a sucker punch.

I blinked. She was right.

"We run a damn good life," I admitted. "Efficient. Balanced. We get shit done. But that spark? That raw, messy attraction?" I shook my head. "It's faded."

Vesper leaned in. "You know you can't go back, right?"

My gaze flicked up.

"You're not those people anymore," she said, steady as a goddamn metronome. "You can't rewind to who you were. Focus on what's ahead. Explore. Try new things. Find new ways to want each other in the now."

"So what?" I said louder than I wanted to. "I just sit Caleb down and say, 'Hey babe, I think we need to reinvent our marriage'?" I let out a dry, sharp laugh. "Real fucking sexy dinner conversation."

Vesper didn't react. Didn't even blink. Just studied me with that maddening patience, like she had all the time in the goddamn world. Then, finally, she said, "I think you need to see an Intimacy Architect."

I blinked. "A what?"

"An Intimacy Architect," she repeated, like that should actually fucking mean something to me.

A short laugh escaped me, but it felt hollow. "That sounds... I don't know. Like couples counseling but with dim lighting and jazz music." I smirked. "Do we sip cocktails while discussing our feelings?"

Vesper didn't take the bait. Didn't even try to explain. Instead, she said, "I can give you the contact information of someone I've referred a few patients to. She works differently than most. Her methods are... unconventional but effective."

"Unconventional, how?" I asked. That could mean anything. A sex therapist? Some tantric guru? A dominatrix with a PhD?

Vesper didn't answer. Instead, she slid open her desk drawer and plucked out a small, cream-colored card, setting it in front of me like it held the goddamn secrets of the universe.

I picked it up, flipping it between my fingers. Just a name, an email, and a single line beneath it.

Lilith Voss

lilith@vossintimacy. com

Intimacy Architect

The Email Thread:

To: lilith@vossintimacy. com 2:03 PM

Subject: Inquiry

Dear Ms. Voss,

My name is Nyx Ellery. My therapist, Dr. Vesper, referred me to you. She mentioned that your approach to intimacy therapy is unconventional, and I'll be honest--I don't fully know what that entails.

What I do know is that something in my marriage feels... stagnant. My husband and I have been together for a long time, and while we still love each other, the chemistry between us isn't what it used to be.

Dr. Vesper said you could help. I'd like to know more about what that looks like.

Looking forward to your response.

Nyx

From: lilith@vossintimacy. com 3:32 PM

Subject: RE: Inquiry

Nyx,

I appreciate your openness. Stagnation is the death of intimacy, and yet, it is rarely about love itself. You are wise to recognize that you and your husband cannot go back. You can only go forward. My job is to help you get there.

Before I can design a plan for you, I need to understand you more deeply. Below are three questions I need you to answer. Be honest. Be explicit. Be raw. Do not censor yourself. There will be no judgment on my part.

If you could wake up tomorrow in a completely different life--no consequences, no guilt--what would that life look like? What is something you've always wanted to do, but never allowed yourself to? When was the last time you felt truly alive, and what were you doing?

I look forward to your answers.

Lilith Voss

Intimacy Architect

To: lilith@vossintimacy. com 4:49 PM

Subject: Re: Inquiry

Lilith,

These questions seem cliché and cringe. But you asked for my uncensored, honest response. I rewrote this email two times already. Here is the most raw version.

1. If you could wake up tomorrow in a completely different life--no consequences, no guilt--what would that life look like?

I'd wake up in a penthouse in Paris, naked, tangled in silk sheets, with a goddamn Greek god of a man between my legs. But not the husband I have now. The one I had before. The man who used to pull me into elevators between meetings just to take me apart. The man who used to look at me like he wanted to devour me whole."

2. What is something you've always wanted to do but never allowed yourself to?

I want to walk into a room full of strangers and pick one to fuck me. Right there and then, while everyone watches. And when that man is done, I want the next one and then the next one. But I would never do that because I am married, and I love my husband too much to even think about it. I had to dig deep into my fantasies to respond to this question.

3. When was the last time you felt truly alive, and what were you doing?

The last time I felt alive, I was pinned against a hotel window in New York, his fucking hand around my throat, his teeth on my skin. He'd just closed a deal. I had just won a case. We were drunk on power and each other. It was the kind of sex that doesn't just satisfy--it destroys. And after, when we lay there in the dark, tangled in sweat and expensive sheets, he looked at me like he was still fucking starving.

Hope this helps.

Nyx

From: lilith@vossintimacy. com

Subject: RE: Inquiry 5:35 PM

Nyx,

Thank you for your honesty. I expected nothing less.

I have a few ideas. Some will challenge you, some will feel uncomfortable, and some may awaken things in you that have been waiting to be claimed.

I will get back to you soon with the next step.

-Lilith

From: lilith@vossintimacy. com

Subject: : RE: Inquiry 5:41 PM

Nyx,

Meet me tomorrow at noon. Morrigan's Café.

-Lilith

It had been an unusual day. First, Dr. Vesper, now Dr. Voss. I shut my laptop and went home.

The Date Night:

Rosendale Café was an upscale establishment. The place was full of ambitious businessmen and women going about their business.

Lilith sat by the window, perfectly poised.

I slid into the seat across from her, and without a word, she reached into her sleek leather bag, pulled out a cream-colored folder, and placed it between us.

"This is where we are so far," she said smoothly.

I flipped it open. One single sheet of paper.

Consultation Fee: $200

I arched a brow. No fluff. No breakdown of services. Just a fucking number.

Lilith took a slow sip of her espresso before speaking. "That covers my evaluation of your responses, our correspondence, and this meeting."

I met her gaze. "And if I continue?"

She folded her hands neatly over the table. "Then the process begins. The next stage requires a $2000 retainer, more if insurance doesn't cover it."

A pause.

"Speaking of which, I don't have your insurance information. Email it to me. I'm out of network."

The number didn't faze me. It wasn't about the fucking money--it was about what the hell I was actually signing up for.

Lilith studied me, her expression unreadable. "Once we start, you don't get to hide behind uncertainty."

"I'm in," I said immediately.

She didn't react right away. Just watched me, like she was waiting to see if I'd flinch. When I didn't, she reached into her bag again and pulled out a small envelope, sliding it across the table.

"There's a waiver inside," she said. "You'll need to sign it before we proceed. You can review it at home and email me a signed copy. It states that any activities I suggest will be voluntarily undertaken and that I'm not liable for any mental or physical distress that may arise.

"It's a standard precaution to ensure clarity and consent moving forward."

. "A waiver? That makes it sound like we're about to do something really fucking interesting."

Lilith's lips curved just slightly. "Possibly more than you expect," she murmured. "But everything is your choice. No pressure."

No pressure, but the way she said it made it fucking clear--if I backed out, I'd never know exactly what I'd walked away from.

I hesitated, then slid the envelope into my bag. "Fine. I'll read it and send it back."

Lilith finished her coffee, then stood, adjusting the sleeve of her blazer. "Send me a signed copy and transfer the payment via Zelle. After that, I'll email you the next steps."

And just like that, she walked away, leaving me alone with an untouched espresso, a sealed envelope, and the unsettling realization that I had no fucking idea what I'd just agreed to.

To: lilith@vossintimacy. com 2:01 PM

Subject: Signed Waiver & Payment

I've attached the signed waiver and my insurance info and sent the payment via Zelle.

Let me know if you need anything else. Looking forward to the next steps.

Nyx

From: lilith@vossintimacy. com

Subject: Next Steps 10:41 PM

Nyx,

Thank you for sending the signed waiver and payment. Your instructions are as follows.

Next Saturday, you and Caleb will go into the city for a date. You'll have dinner at La Sorella--a reservation has been made for you. During dinner, you will each order three cocktails. When the waiter asks, you'll request a Vieux Carré.

After dinner, you won't go home. Instead, you'll go to an apartment downtown. The space has been arranged for you both, and you will spend the night there.

Address:

1138 Holloway Place, Apt 34C

Enjoy the evening!

-- Lilith

It was past eleven when I checked my email one last time before bed.

I expected instructions, but seeing them so fucking direct--You will order three cocktails. You will spend the night there.--hit differently.

No room for hesitation. No maybe.

A slow, twisting heat curled in my chest--part curiosity, part unease.

I glanced at Caleb's side of the bed. Asleep. Barely stirring.

Would he question it? Or would he just go along with it?

Either way, too late for that conversation tonight. I'd tell him tomorrow, after work.

I locked my phone and slid under the covers, but sleep didn't come easy.

Because despite the uncertainty, despite the weirdness of it all, there was a part of me--a big fucking part of me--that actually wanted this.

I wanted to be alone with Caleb in that apartment. Away from the house, from the habits, from the quiet, polite bullshit that had crept into our lives. Maybe--fuck, maybe--this could be what we needed. Just the two of us in a space that wasn't suffocating with routine.

Wednesday.

One of Caleb's long-ass days. Meetings, ass-kissing, a client dinner--probably the usual round of whiskey and work talk. By the time he finally dragged himself home, he looked drained, like his body had arrived but his brain was still checked the fuck out.

Barely a glance in my direction before he disappeared into the shower.

I waited.

When he emerged, a little less dead behind the eyes, he finally acknowledged me. "How was your day?"

I let the silence sit between us before answering. "Interesting."

A tired glance. "Oh? How so?"

"I met a friend. She recommended a restaurant."

He made a vague noise--half acknowledgment, half don't expect me to care too much.

I pushed forward. "I made us a reservation for next Saturday. Want to go?"

I expected surprise. Maybe even some kind of reaction. Instead, he just nodded. "Sure. Sounds good."

That was... too fucking easy.

I leaned against the dresser, watching him. "After dinner, we'll stay downtown. A friend is lending us her apartment for the night. Thought it'd be nice to have a change of scenery."

Caleb ran a hand through his damp hair, shrugged. "Sure, why not? Let's make a night of it."

I blinked.

No hesitation. No curiosity. No suspicion. No, why the fuck was I suddenly playing the role of the planner when we hadn't done anything remotely spontaneous in years.

I had braced for resistance.

Instead, he just... agreed.

Either way, the plan was in motion. And that was all that mattered.

La Sorella was the kind of upscale Italian spot where the portions were just small enough to make you commit--appetizers, entrées, dessert, and, of course, three glasses of Vieux Carré. By the time we stepped out, full and pleasantly buzzed, there was an ease between us, something warm and familiar.

The address Lilith had given me was about a mile away, so we walked through the bustling streets, the city alive around us. It felt good--the slow pace, Caleb's hand brushing mine, the occasional glance that lingered just a little longer than usual.

And fuck, I wanted this.

By the time we reached the building, the anticipation had settled low and insistent in my stomach.

Inside the elevator, I pressed the button for the 34th floor, my pulse a little too fast.

Caleb, steady as ever, laced his fingers through mine and gave my hand a slow squeeze.

Maybe tonight could be the night we reclaimed our passion, our lust and our desires. And God, I fucking wanted that.

Apartment 3402:

We stood outside Apartment 3402, and Caleb looked at me expectantly.

That's when it fucking hit me--I didn't have the key.

I'd been so focused on getting us here that it never once occurred to me to figure out how the hell we were actually supposed to get inside. I just assumed the door would be open. Or that the doorman would have a key.

"Well?" Caleb prompted.

Before I could admit my mistake, the door swung open.

Lilith stood there, smiling.

"Hello, lovebirds. Come on in."

The first time I met Lilith, she'd been dressed for business--tailored, controlled, exuding power in that quiet, effortless way that some people just had. The kind of beauty that wasn't forced, wasn't calculated--just was. Impossible to pin down, like time hadn't quite touched her.

Tonight, though, she was something else entirely.

Gone was the sharp, structured formality. Instead, she wore a loose, off-the-shoulder sweater, the kind that hinted at smooth, golden skin, paired with tapered sweatpants that should have looked lazy but didn't. Her hair, usually neat, fell in soft, tousled waves and on her feet--white sneakers. Casual. Comfortable. Effortlessly fucking sexy.

And it got to me.

Because I had worked for my look tonight. A sleek, form-fitting dress that hugged me in all the right ways, heels that gave me the perfect arch, makeup applied with precision. I was sharp. Sculpted. Seduction in a controlled package.

Lilith was the opposite--soft, relaxed like she didn't need to try. And yet, standing there in her damn sweatpants, she was magnetic in a way I couldn't ignore.

I hated that it bothered me. But it did.

Lilith stepped aside, still smiling. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced," she said, extending a hand toward Caleb. "Dr. Lilith Voss."

Caleb took it, his grip firm, his expression unreadable. "Caleb."

Lilith's gaze flickered, sharp but unreadable. "And how much has Nyx told you about me?"

His eyes met mine for half a second before he answered. "Nothing, really. Just that we were being lent this apartment for the night."

There was no recognition on his face, and yet, something about the way he said it--too smooth, too at ease--made me wonder if that actually were true.

Lilith studied him, then smiled. "Of course."

She turned, walking further into the apartment, speaking over her shoulder.

"I'm an intimacy architect."

Caleb blinked. "An intimacy architect?"

Lilith glanced back. "Every architect creates a blueprint. A structure. A design to guide construction."

She turned fully, her gaze locking onto mine, then Caleb's.

"I've created a blueprint for your relationship."

Lilith stepped back, gesturing for us to enter.

The apartment was sleek as hell--open-concept, all glass and dark wood, the kind of expensive that didn't need to show off. Leading out of the space, there was a hallway off to the side.

Lilith shut the door behind us.

"I thought we'd be alone tonight," Caleb said, voice even. Controlled.

Lilith's lips curled, like he'd just said something fucking adorable. "You will be. But I'll help you get started."

The air shifted.

I hadn't expected this.

Lilith gestured toward the hallway. "There are two rooms here. Room A and Room B. Nyx, choose one."

"Room A," I chose without asking her why she wanted me to choose.

Lilith nodded, turning to Caleb. "Go to Room A and wait for me."

Caleb's gaze flicked to mine, but he didn't ask anything. After a moment, he turned and disappeared inside.

"And you," she said, "are coming with me to Room B."

Lilith guided me toward the other door, the warmth of her palm pressing against my lower back.

My stomach fucking dropped.

And then the door clicked shut behind us.

The room was built for seduction. Soft, golden lighting. The air thick with some expensive-ass scent designed to lower defenses. At the center, a massage table, draped in crisp white sheets.

Standing beside it?

A gorgeous man.

Lilith's voice cut through the stillness. "Nyx, this is Alex. One of the best masseuses in the city."

Alex was tall, broad-shouldered, fucking sexy--the kind of man you couldn't ignore if you tried. Strong jaw, smooth confidence, dark eyes that held nothing but calm control.

I barely fucking heard her.

Because fuck--he was attractive as hell. Not in that polished, well-mannered way Caleb was. No, Alex had that dangerous kind of sex appeal. The kind that didn't require effort, didn't have to announce itself. It was there. Unshakable.

His gaze met mine--steady, polite. Unaffected.

And I hated that.

Lilith's lips curled like she knew. "He's here to help you relax. I promise, you're in good hands."

And just like that--she was gone.

Alex stepped out for a moment, leaving me alone to undress.

I exhaled sharply and kicked off my heels. Next, with some effort, my tight dress came off. My bra followed, slipping down my arms with ease.

Then I hesitated.

Should I leave my panties on? It was a male masseuse after all. That would be the reasonable, logical, non-fucking-insane thing to do.

Instead, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and slid them down. Stepped out of them completely.

Why? No fucking clue. Maybe it was the setting. Maybe it was Alex himself, standing there, exuding all that quiet dominance without a damn word. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't looked at me--not really.

And maybe, just maybe, I wanted him to.

I slid onto the table, the cool sheets draping over my naked skin. My face pressed against the head cradle, and that's when I saw it--an LCD screen beneath me.

Slow, hypnotic visuals played in time with a barely-there hum--soothing sunlight through trees, clouds drifting lazily across the sky. The kind of thing designed to pull you under, to make you let go.

I let my eyes half-close, my breathing slowing.

Then, the door opened.

Footsteps.

The sheet lifted from my back, cool air grazing my bare skin before I felt it--his hands. Warm. Strong. Fucking expert.

Then, pressure.

A slow, deliberate glide over my shoulders, working into the knots like he was pulling something deeper loose. His touch wasn't just skilled--it was intentional.

A slow exhale slipped past my lips. My body softened into the table, my thoughts blurring at the edges.

Whatever the fuck this was, whatever blueprint Lilith had in mind--this was just the beginning.

And holy fuck, I was ready.

My body melted under his touch, the lingering heat of the cocktails making every sensation sharper, deeper.

What the hell was in that drink?

I didn't usually feel like this. Not from a fucking massage. I shouldn't have been enjoying this the way I was. Shouldn't be feeling this pull toward Alex--this slow, simmering attraction for a man I knew nothing about.

And yet, his touch stirred something deep inside me. Something restless. Something dark and aching and barely restrained.

Was it lust?

--

The LCD screen flickered beneath me.

It was Room A.

Caleb and Lilith stood too fucking close.

His face was inches from hers, his whole fucking body coiled with tension. And Lilith? That smug, composed bitch was unshaken.

Then--Lilith turned.

Slow. Deliberate. Her gaze locked onto the camera. Onto me.

My stomach fucking dropped.

And then, her voice--smooth as silk, cutting through the static like a goddamn scalpel.

"Nyx, this is for you. Watch closely."

A pause. A slow, fucking knowing smile.

"I'll rewind so you can see everything... from the beginning."

She reached offscreen.

The image flickered.

Then--fucking blackness. I wanted to go to Room A and find out what the fuck was going on.

I tried to push up, to sit, to fucking move, but Alex's hands pressed down--not rough, not forceful. Just firm. Unyielding. Like he knew I wasn't going anywhere.

"Alex," I murmured, my voice weaker than I fucking wanted. "Stop."

He didn't.

Not in resistance. Not in refusal. Just in that same, goddamn steady control. His fingers never broke rhythm, kneading into my back, working tension out of my muscles while feeding something deeper, something darker. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I wasn't restrained.

I just... couldn't fucking move.

The screen flickered back to life beneath me.

I exhaled sharply, my gaze snapping back down, pulse hammering against my ribs.

Fine. I had no choice but to watch.

Lilith. Caleb. Silent. Poised. Locked in conversation.

And I had no fucking clue what was about to happen next.

The Blueprint of Intimacy:

Lilith sat across from Caleb, legs crossed, perfectly composed.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions," she said smoothly.

Caleb exhaled, already irritated. "Fire away."

Lilith tilted her head. "What do you think your wife is doing in Room B?"

His brow furrowed. "I have no idea."

Lilith's smile was slow, deliberate. "I'll give you options. Pick one."

Caleb groaned. "Jesus. Is this high school?"

Lilith ignored his question and said. "A) She's sitting alone, waiting. B) She's getting a massage. C) She's on her knees with another man deep inside her throat. D) None of the above."

Caleb stiffened. "What the fuck?"

Lilith didn't blink. "Pick one."

His jaw clenched. "D. None of the above."

Lilith clicked her tongue. "Eeep. Wrong. The answer is C."

Caleb's entire body went rigid. "No fucking way."

Lilith leaned back, lazy. "Oh, but it's happening. Right now, she is sucking off another man like it is nobody's business"

Rage lit my chest. "That's a fucking lie!" I yelled at the screen, but my voice didn't reach them.

Caleb's breathing turned sharp, furious. "I don't believe you." He shot up--only to be yanked back down.

The cuffs clanked. His wrists--shackled to the chair.

Lilith sighed. "You can't," she murmured. "You agreed to be cuffed. And the chair? Bolted to the floor."

Caleb's jaw flexed. "Then uncuff me."

Lilith smiled. "Not until we finish."

He yanked at the restraints, chest rising and falling fast. He wasn't getting out.

Lilith let the moment stretch before speaking, voice velvet-smooth.

"You refuse to believe it, but that doesn't change the truth. So let's say it is real--what would you do?"

"Option A: Beat the shit out of him. Option B: Take it out on her for betraying you. Option C: Do nothing. Accept it. Or my personal favorite..."

She leaned in, eyes gleaming.

"Option D: Get even.

"By fucking me."

Caleb froze.

"Don't fucking pick Option D, Caleb!" I screamed into the screen, my voice breaking. "Please don't fucking do it!"

Caleb didn't answer.

Lilith tilted her head, her smile slow, calculated--like she already knew exactly how this was going to end. "You're the cuck. Do you like being the cuck, or are you finally going to grow some fucking balls and do something about it? How about flipping the script? Make her the cuck. Have her watch while you fuck me."

His jaw clenched, fury simmering beneath the surface. "I don't believe you," he finally ground out. "I won't pick."

Lilith sighed like he was being difficult. "I didn't want to do this, but you're leaving me no choice."

She pressed something offscreen.

A soft glow flickered to life.

A TV screen powered on.

From my angle, I couldn't see shit. But Caleb could.

And the moment his eyes locked on it, something fucking snapped.

His entire body tensed, shoulders drawing tight, his fists clenching against the restraints. His breathing sharpened, his nostrils flaring.

And then--his expression changed.

Pure, unfiltered rage.

His voice was sharp as a fucking blade. "That fucking bitch."

I froze.

What the fuck was he seeing?

There was nothing--nothing that should've made him believe Lilith's bullshit.

And yet--his next words hit me like a punch to the fucking ribs.

"I'll make her the cuck," he spat. "I'll fuck you while she watches."

A scream ripped from my throat. "CALEB, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Lilith beamed like she'd just won a fucking game. "Excellent choice!" She clicked the TV off, sealing my fucking fate.

"The cameras are recording everything," she continued smoothly, like she wasn't shattering my fucking world in real time. "We have multiple motion-tracking ones--programmed to zoom in on movement, track every single reaction. They're smart, designed to capture the best possible angles of whatever we do.

"Nyx will see everything--in stunning Ultra HD."

My stomach turned to fucking stone.

"Oh, and did I mention?" she added, voice light, almost playful. "You can also wear those smart glasses to show her exactly what you see."

One of the cameras zoomed the fuck in on Caleb's face, catching every damn flicker of emotion. The unfiltered fury had dimmed slightly--just enough for something else to creep in.

Lilith was no longer in view, but she didn't fucking need to be.

She'd already won.

And I?

I couldn't do a fucking thing to stop it.

"So, how do you want to do it," asked Lilith.

"Do what?" asked Caleb.

"Fuck me, of course. Didn't you just say you wanted to?"

"I thought it was a hypothetical."

"Do you think your wife fucking a stranger is a hypothetical? No, it is very real, my friend."

The anger on his face returned.

"And you will let me fuck you?"

"Yes, I will. That has been my plan all along. I let Nyx fuck her man, and I am giving you the same opportunity. And she will watch. She will watch every detail in Ultra HD."

"Why would you do this. Why to us?" asked Caleb directing his rage at Lilith.

"Because we need to unlock what's inside you. Nyx has already chosen to make a cuck out of you. Don't be the nice guy."

Caleb was silent.

"Maybe this will help."

The camera panned to Lilith. She rose and strode towards Caleb, and the lens followed her.

She spun around and did something with her watch. Lapdance by N. E. R. D blared through the speakers.

Lilith seductively raised her hands in the air and gyrated her hips from side to side, forming an infinity sign.

Her upper body swayed left while her lower body undulated right. She was an expert dancer, her movements fluid and erotic.

I found it disgusting, but to anyone observing with objectivity, it must have been very, very sexy and seductive. Lilith lip-synced to the lyrics as she simultaneously thrust her ass in Caleb's face.

Ooh, baby, you want me?

Well, you can get this lap dance here for free.

She slid down her sweatpants an inch, revealing the triangle of a bright pink thong. Her ass must have dominated Caleb's field of vision.

I could barely hear her over the song, but I could read her lips. She was singing

Ooh, baby, you smell me?

Well, you can eat my ass all you want for free.

The song ended, and Lilith pulled her pants up and straightened herself. Then she bent and grabbed Caleb's crotch.

"Ooh, baby, it seems to have worked! That is one hard cock!"

"Caleb, you fucking betrayed me," I thought. I sobbed into the cradle. There wasn't much I could do. I couldn't stop something from happening that had already taken place. "Fuck you, Caleb"

Lilith returned to her chair and repeated her question, "So, how do you want to do it?"

Caleb didn't respond.

"What is the one thing you have always wanted to do but couldn't," Lilith pressed on.

"Climb Mount Everest," said Caleb.

Well, lucky for you because I have my own personal Mount Everest here for you to conquer, Lilith said as she grabbed her tits. "You can climb them, touch them all you want. Fuck and suck them if you desire.

Caleb remained silent.

"Look, Caleb, you are never going to get an opportunity like this again--guilt-free sex with a hot, willing woman who is not your wife.

"I will wait thirty seconds, then walk out that door. The offer expires after that, and I will send your slutty wife back. If she is done. Your call."

I could see Caleb's resolve fading. Lilith got up to leave when Caleb said, "Wait!"

Lilith smiled.

The next moment, I heard Lilith. Not from the speakers but from across the hall through the walls. "OH CALEB! THAT IS A MONSTER COCK. FUCK ME HARDER" she screamed.

The big room became smaller. I continued watching. Did I have an option?

The entire time, Alex had been tenderly kneading my back muscles. I hadn't given it a second thought. Now, his fingers slipped dangerously close to my pussy. It hovered right at the edge of the opening. Was this part of the massage or something else? I exhaled with anticipation. Should I ask him to stop?

At that moment, I had other things to worry about. I needed to catch up; I had missed a couple of minutes.

On the screen Caleb was saying, " I have always wanted to fuck in reverse."

"You mean fuck me from behind?"

It was funny how Lilith brought everything back to herself. Caleb didn't say he wanted to fuck her.

"No, I'm talking about flipping the script entirely. Nyx and I usually follow a predictable pattern: we exchange passionate kisses, undress each other, I kiss her tits, and she gives me a hand job. Then she gives me head, and I go down on her. Occasionally. Finally, we fuck each other until I cum. She cums sometimes, sometimes she doesn't. The mileage varies."

"So what does 'reverse' mean? How would you 'reverse' with me?"

"In reverse, we skip the foreplay and dive straight into fucking. We work backward from there. After we are done fucking you give me a blow job, and I eat your pussy; or we sixty-nine. We follow that up with some titty play, hand jobs, and passionate kissing. Finally, we dress one another, rewinding back to the beginning."

Interesting," Lilith remarked. "Let's go for it."

Before Caleb could react, she strode over, tapped something on her watch, and his cuffs clicked open. As the restraints fell away, Caleb stood up, rubbing his wrists. "C'mon, let's get started."

"Right now?" asked Caleb incredulously.

"Yes, now," said Lilith. "We are doing it in reverse. There is no time for foreplay and no time for talk."

Lilith then turned to the camera, her gaze steady. "Nyx, this is for you. Watch closely."

I realized I had come full circle--this was the moment I had first seen them. I had reached the beginning--the point where the screen had first flickered to life for me. Before, the video had cut off and rewound. But this time, it kept playing.

Alex continued massaging around my pussy. Too close and for too long for it to be part of the massage. I didn't say anything because, fuck, It felt amazing!

On the screen, Lilith demanded, "Undress!" There is no time for foreplay. I assume at the 'end', we are both naked. So we must begin there."

Lilith moved with a sense of urgency as she shed her clothes. She peeled off her sweatpants, discarded her thong, and removed her sweater. Her lack of a bra only added to the allure. Caleb attempted to keep pace but couldn't match Lilith's frenzied haste.

Their actions were silent on the screen as they undressed, but the sounds of furious fucking echoed through the walls.

I admired Lilith's naked body on the screen. Her booty was round and squishy. A man would want to bury himself between them. Her boobs were fucking enormous. Her oversized clothes had betrayed how big they were. She wasn't kidding about conquering the damn Mount Everest.

Caleb now stood before her, equally naked and aroused. His cock was hard and huge. It was harder than I had ever seen it in recent times.

Lilith said, "Wear those smart glasses. You can show Nyx what you are seeing. Just press the button on the left temple, and it will start streaming the feed from your POV."

Caleb did so, and suddenly, I could see Lilith from his vantage point. He was staring at her massive tits.

Behind Lilith was a bed. It has been out of view so far, but I could see it now. Lilith climbed on it and went on her four. She thrust her ass back invitingly at Caleb.

"Oh one more thing," she said. "When you said you want to start at the end, what is it that you end with."

"Usually, she is on top of me, but doggy would do too."

"I mean, are you in her pussy or in her ass?"

Caleb paused. I couldn't see his face, but I was sure it had surprise written all over it. We had NEVER fucking had anal. Caleb wanted to, I know, but we had never done it.

"I have never been in Nyx's ass."

"You have never had anal?" asked Lilith incredulously.

"Not with Nyx," he said.

Son of a bitch! He had fucked an ass and never fucking told me about it! I hope this was before I met him.

"Today, is your lucky day. You are going to start with anal. Or should we say you would have ended with anal but we are doing this in reverse."

Caleb cautiously approached Lilith; his gaze fixated on her enticing butt. From his POV (and now mine), her ass was getting closer to him (and me). All his attention was on her ass. He reached close and tentatively placed his hands on her butt cheeks.

"Hurry up!" Lilith demanded, her voice laced with impatience. " This seems like foreplay. Just do your thang!"

Caleb spread her ass cheek, and the first thing we saw (he through his eyes and I through the POV camera) was a circular ring sticking out of her asshole.

"What's this?" he asked.

"They are called anal beads," Lilith replied. "I've been wearing them all evening, hoping for some intense ass fucking. Now, pull them out of my ass. I want to feel the beads yanked out of me."

Caleb's gaze locked onto the ring. The wrinkles surrounding her asshole were tightly clasped around the stem of the beads. I couldn't deny that this was a titillating sight - a tight and sexy butthole with a ring sticking out. The ring was like the tip of an iceberg, showing a little but hiding its magnificence within the unseen depths. As much as I would like to deny it, it made me fucking wet just by looking at it.

Carefully, Caleb inserted his finger into the ring and began to pull it out slowly. A large bead, bigger than a fucking golf ball, stretched her asshole wide as it emerged inch by inch. At its widest point, it was impossible for me to imagine how she had managed to insert it.

"Pull it out in one swift motion," Lilith urged. "Anal beads are meant to be yanked out."

Caleb obeyed, jerking the ring back. The beads came spilling out of her ass - one ball popping out, followed by her asshole snapping shut on the stem before another bead stretched and snapped shut again. Twelve fucking beads in all had slipped out of her ass.

Lilith sighed with pleasure. Genuine pleasure. A woman knows when another is faking it. I knew Lilith had truly enjoyed those damned anal beads yanked out of her ass.

"Now stick your cock in," encouraged Lilith. "Just shove it in hard. My ass is well lubricated and ready for your big boy dick."

Caleb grabbed his cock, and placed it on her asshole. He waited a few seconds and then, without hesitation, thrust in. His hips pounded against her butt as she cried out; in pleasure, not pain.

At that exact moment, I felt fingers exploring my wet folds. What the fuck? It was Alex, his fingers sliding inside my sloppy wet pussy effortlessly. Why was I so goddamn wet?

He didn't ask for permission; he simply helped himself to my cunt. Alex appeared to match Caleb's rhythm, finger-fucking me in sync with each powerful thrust into Lilith's ass. Was it intentional? The sensation was overwhelming, and I didn't care, and sure as hell was not saying no. Not after what Caleb had just done.

Lilith moaned encouragement to Caleb, "Give it everything you have now. Remember, this is the end - go harder, faster! We'll slow down later, but for now, give me your best."

Caleb complied, his cock disappearing into Lilith's ass with each powerful thrust as he held her hips tightly. The sight of his thick cock stretching her ass was arousing beyond measure.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Alex asked, his voice low and seductive. It took a moment for the question to register, but when it did, I knew what I wanted.

I was aroused beyond measure - was it the cocktail? The steamy sex on the screen? My desire to get back at my asshole husband? Or simply Alex's deep, sexy voice that sent shivers down my spine? Whatever the reason, all I could think about was saying yes.

"Fuck, Yes!" I said, feeling a rush of excitement course through me as he positioned himself between my legs.

Alex slid his hands under my belly and guided me gently. I knew what he wanted me to do. I lifted myself up into a doggy style! when I noticed a TV screen on the wall across from me. I had missed it earlier because the room was dark and it was turned off.

It was playing the same video I had been watching on the TV below the head cradle. Alex had been watching this TV. That's how he was synchronizing.

Alex climbed onto the massage table and mounted me from behind. He gently slid his thick cock into my wet pussy, and I gasped. I couldn't see it, but I could feel every inch of it stretching me out. It was girthy and long - a woman's dream come true.

"Fuck me hard," I whispered to Alex, quoting Lilith's instructions. "Don't worry, I'm well lubricated." He took my words for what they were, a plea from a horny woman, and began thrusting into me

I heard from across the room, through the walls, Lilith scream, "LOOK YOUR WIFE IS BEING FUCKED BY A SECOND MAN NOW. ON A MASSAGE TABLE NO LESS!"

Lilith must have turned on the TV in her room. The shouting was for my benefit. Was Alex also wearing smart glasses or were they seeing through some other camera? And what the fuck did she mean by a 'second man'? She must have shown him some fake video the first time around. This time she was showing the real deal. I didn't care.

"FUCK ME ALEX. FUCK MY SLOPPY WET CUNT. MAKE ME CUM!" I shouted out loud so Caleb and Lilith could hear me.

On the video, which was still a good 10 minutes behind, Caleb's breathing grew heavier as Lilith whispered, "Slow down now. We are in reverse. Think what you would do if you were entering my ass for the first time."

Caleb reluctantly obeyed; he slowed down and ultimately pulled his glistening cock out from her lubed-up asshole. For a second, I got a view of the gaping hole in her back door from which Caleb's cock had just exited, but it quickly collapsed shut.

"On your back," Lilith commanded. "You had mentioned that you usually end with Nyx on top. Let's do that."

Caleb willingly lay on his back, spreading his legs wide.

"Hold your cock still. I will lower myself onto you,"

Caleb grabbed his cock at the base, his fingers tightening around it as he watched Lilith stand up with her feet on either side of Caleb's knees, facing him.

The camera changed. Now, I was watching Lilith from behind. Had Caleb turned off his camera? Regardless, if I wanted to see a woman descend on a fucking cock, this was a better view.

"Time for some pussy pounding now," I thought.

Lilith lowered herself gingerly onto Caleb's not-so-insignificant cock. As she reached the tip of his cock, she spread her ass cheeks and tilted slightly. She sat down with a bump, gasping as his cock slid into her. But not into her pussy, into her asshole again! I got a zoomed-in view of the cock stretching and disappearing into that tight dark hole. She started moving up and down his pole, and then Caleb thrust upward into her ass with a force that must have sent shock waves through Lilith's ass..

"OH CALEB! THAT IS A MONSTER COCK. FUCK ME HARDER," said Lilith. That is what I had heard through the walls earlier.

Caleb groaned in response, his hips bucking up to meet each of Lilith's downward thrusts. His cock sliding in and out of her asshole, stretching her wider with every movement.

"Talk dirty to me," she asked Caleb.

Caleb didn't respond.

"Ok, I will do it," said Lilith.

"Your dirty little cock is stretching my asshole so wide. And you know what I am going to do? I am going to suck your cock. Your cock smeared with my ass juice. I will taste my ass on your cock."

I had fucking had it. I couldn't fucking take it anymore. I had to fucking do something. So I fucking did.

"Alex, I need to ride you right now! Give me that thick fucking cock!"

Without hesitation, Alex jumped off the table, and we exchanged positions. He lay down flat on the table, his body calm and still. His shirt was still on, but his pants had disappeared. I gulped as my eyes locked onto his massive cock standing proudly before me. If I had known how goddamn big he truly fucking was, I might have been too scared to let him anywhere near me.

Taking a deep breath, I straddled Alex's hips, feeling the heat radiating from his body beneath me. With trembling hands, I guided his thick shaft towards my soaking cunt and slowly lowered myself onto it. (not my asshole. I wasn't ready for that yet.) The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming but oh-so-pleasurable.

"Fuck yes!" I moaned as I adjusted to his size, gripping his chest for support. My eyes locked with his, and I said, "I'm going to ride you so fucking hard," I promised him before slamming down onto his cock once more.

Each thrust was like fire coursing through my veins as Alex filled me completely. He was much bigger than Caleb had ever been, and I planned on milking every last drop of pleasure from this encounter.

Now that I was riding Alex, some of my anger had diminished. There was no guilt.

Caleb tried to talk dirty, but he just wasn't good at it. He had never been. "I want you to suck my dirty cock," he said, his voice thick with desire. I couldn't help but feel like a mother whose child had acted foolishly in public - fucking embarrassed.

Lilith slowed down and finally came to a stop. She appeared to be enjoying the stillness. A big cock stretching up her ass.

"What's next, handsome?" Lilith asked Caleb.

"We usually don't have anal sex. So I don't know. I would assume regular sex?"

"Well, if you only penetrate her pussy, then you don't get to penetrate both my ass and my pussy. You can't double-dip. No pun intended.

"What do you do before you get into her cunt?"

"She usually blows me, or I eat her."

"Ok, so this is what we are going to do. We will sixty-nine. I will suck you off, and you rim my asshole. You want to get me ready for anal sex, so it needs a lot of saliva."

Lilith got off Caleb and then turned around. She spread her ass cheeks again and, without warning, sat on Caleb's face. Her asshole was right on his lips. She then bent forward and grabbed Caleb's cock.

"Remember, you start hard and end slow," she said and dove onto his cock. The cock disappeared deep within her throat. Like the last two times, no preamble, just straight to business.

Caleb took some time, but he was soon eagerly slurping off her asshole. I couldn't see, but I imagined his tongue buried in her asshole. I had a sudden desire to feel Alex's tongue on my pussy.

"Alex, I want you to eat me. Would you mind doing it?" I asked Alex.

"Whatever you want, Nyx," he said. "And do you want to sixty-nine too?"

"No, if you don't mind. I want to watch the TV. I won't be able to if I am sucking you."

"Make sense," he said. What I did not mention was that I was too fucking scared to take his big cock in my mouth.

I repositioned myself and squatted over his face. Pussy juice dripped onto his nose and lips. His tongue reached out and touched my pussy lips. I watched Caleb's face buried between Lilith's substantial ass cheeks, and I decided I needed my ass eaten too. Caleb had never done it, so I needed to experience it.

I turned one eighty degrees and said, "Sorry, change of plans. Please eat my asshole. I want your tongue deep inside my ass." A shiver ran through me as I heard myself utter those words. Politely asking someone to eat my ass had not been on tonight's menu.

I planted my asshole on his lips, and he went to work. His tongue snaked out to meet me, probing at my tight hole with skilled precision. It felt like a rush of electricity coursing through me, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. It felt so good. I don't know if it was because Alex was skilled at it or because it was so taboo, or because I had seen Lilith enjoy a cock in her ass, but I was close to orgasm just by feeling his tongue on my forbidden hole.

I couldn't see the TV anymore, but I could hear Lilith speak. I think they had come to the end of the 'furious' part of sixty-nine and now had slowed down.

Lilith said, "I have cleaned your dirty cock. Did my asshole taste good? Did you taste yourself in me?"

Caleb murmured something that I couldn't hear. I wanted to turn around and see for myself what was happening between them, but Alex's tongue on my asshole felt so fucking good that I did not want to move. His tongue danced across my sensitive opening, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

My fingers found their way down to my pussy and my clit, eager to explore further. As I rubbed my clit in circles, the sensations intensified. My mind swirled with desire as I imagined how it must feel for Caleb, tasting himself inside Lilith's ass while she pleasured him.

"Mmmm..." I moaned aloud, unable to contain myself any longer. The urge to cum was overwhelming me. Faster and harder, my fingers moved against my swollen clit, each touch sending shivers down my spine. But still, something felt missing - I wanted Alex's tongue on my clit, not my fingers. But I did not want Alex to stop licking my 'dirty little' asshole, as Lilith had called it. First-world problems.

I heard Lilith say, "What's next, handsome? What do you do before sixty-nineing?"

"I usually play with her tits. Kiss them. Suck on them."

"How about fucking them?" Lilith asked.

"I do that too," I heard Caleb say. He tried to be nonchalant, but I could hear the eagerness in his voice.

This I had to see. Probably a good segue as any to get Alex working on my pussy.

"Alex, I got to see the TV. I hate to ask you this, but can you eat my pussy? You are so skilled with your tongue; I cannot imagine how good it will be to have you eat me out."

"Whatever you want, Nyx," said a compliant Alex.

I got up, turned around, and once again sat on Alex's face. My pussy throbbed at the thought of his skilled tongue working on it. Alex licked my slit, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Just what I needed.

The scene on screen shifted to Alex's point of view once again. Lilith lay before Caleb, and Caleb was staring at those massive jugs of hers. Those were some nice tits. They made me fucking horny, too, and I wasn't even close to them.

Lilith squeezed her tits together, creating a deep valley between them. "Wanna conquer Mount Everest?" she said throatily.

Caleb climbed on top of her, his knees resting on either side of her stomach. He was ready to take control now. Without hesitation, he thrust his rock-hard cock between the luscious mounds of Lilith's tits. His eyes locked onto the sight before him - his thick shaft buried in a valley of Mount Everest. Pre-cum dripped freely from the tip of his cock, leaving a trail of sticky droplets between her cans.

Caleb paused momentarily and grabbed hold of his engorged cock, and playfully smacked one of Lilith's erect nipples with the swollen head of his cock. "Auee!" she yelped in surprise, her eyes wide with pleasure. "Do it again," she said brightly, "but on my other nipple! I loved that."

Caleb complied instantly, shifting positions so he could smack her other taut nipple with his cock.

"Oooohhh," she cooed again. Do it again! Caleb alternated, slapping her hard erect nipples with his cock head, smearing them with pre-cum. Each time Lilith moaned with delight.

Time to take another step back," said Lilith. "Suck my tits," she demanded.

Caleb hesitated for a moment before protesting, "I want to fuck them more." His eyes scanned her jugs hungrily as he spoke.

Lilith shook her head, a smirk playing across her lips. "No, we are done with that. Suck my tits," she commanded once again, her voice low and seductive.

Caleb obeyed this time, bending down to take one of Lilith's massive tits into his mouth. He crammed as much of it as he could fit, sucking hard while running his hands over her other breasts.

"Do you taste your cock on my tits?" Lilith asked, her voice thick with lust.

Lilith was fucking obsessed with Caleb tasting himself on her. I am not sure why. Or maybe it was dirty talk.

Caleb pulled away slightly before answering, "Yes."

"Motorboat me," Lilith commanded, her voice husky.

Right at that moment, Alex, who had been taking his time licking around my slit, honed in on my clit, and began to work it like a pro. I could feel the orgasm building up inside me, an intense wave that threatened to consume me whole. I didn't want Alex to stop; I wanted him to push me over the edge.

I started humping his face rhythmically, trying to speed things along. My moans escaped involuntarily, each one more guttural than the last. "Aghhh... Fuck!" I groaned out loud as my body arched towards his mouth. As Alex's tongue danced faster and harder on my clit, I let out a series of loud grunts, punctuating them with rapid-fire "Ahh. Ahh.. Ahh."

I am usually not the quiet type, but this time, my decibel levels were through the roof. There's no way Lilith and Caleb couldn't hear me from their room next door.

Unexpectedly, Alex thrust his index finger deep into my well-licked, saliva-coated asshole. "What the actual fuck!" I yelped in surprise, but it felt so fucking good. It was as if my asshole had been waiting to be invaded. He started finger fucking my asshole with a rhythm that added new dimensions to the experience.

One strong lick on my clit and another deep thrust of his finger into my asshole sent me over the edge. "I AM CUMMMMIIINNNNGGG..." I screamed, clutching Alex's head between my thighs. My grip must have been intense - probably enough to crush a weaker man's skull. But he didn't resist; instead, he continued finger-fucking my ass as I drenched his face with a torrent of pussy juice.

When the orgasm finally subsided, I released his head from its vice grip. He still had his finger buried deep inside my ass, and I didn't mind one bit.

I had missed a lot of TV. Lilith was helping Caleb into his underwear, and he was pulling up her thong.

"But I didn't cum," Caleb pleaded. "Can you at least give me a quick hand job?"

"The thing about going in reverse is that the first thing you need to do is cum. Not the last. It just doesn't work. I am sorry, no more hand jobs, blow jobs, or fucky-fucky for you. We are at the beginning. We are done."

"You are going to leave me with blue balls?"

"Yes," that's what you asked for. "But I may have an alternative solution for you."

"What?" he asked.

"You will have to wait to find out."

"Wait for what?"

"Nyx," she said, and the TV turned black. No more video.

Tag Team:

Alex groaned, "Nyx, my face is cramped. I need to stand up. I have been on my back too long."

It was the first sign of weakness he had shown, and it was more than justified.

"I'm sorry," I panted, pushing myself off him with a gasp. "I didn't realize how fucking demanding I was being. But honestly, you are that fucking good! It's your turn now; tell me what you want, and I will give it to you."

Alex stood tall against the table, his broad shoulders filling my view as he caught his breath.

"Come here," he whispered, reaching out for me. "Kiss me."

I scrambled off the table, eager to please him. He towered over me as I stood on my tiptoes, trying to reach his lips. Our kiss was desperate and hungry,

"You're too damn tall," I muttered between kisses, wishing he would fucking bend down so we could really connect. "Help me."

"Like this?" Alex asked as he scooped me up effortlessly, wrapping his hands around my waist.

"Whee!" I exclaimed in surprise. He was holding me up like a little girl. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist. I could feel his cock on my thighs.

I kissed him deeply for a while and then said out loud, "Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me hard!"

Alex lifted me higher like I was a rag doll and then brought me down gently until his cock head was touching my pussy lips.

"Do it!" I said.

He thrust forward, and his monster of a cock penetrated me deep. A deep moan escaped me, "Fuck, that is helluva a cock!" He held my waist and moved me up and down his rigid pole.

We were fucking standing up with my legs not touching the floor! I had never done that before. I embraced him closer and enjoyed the sensation of the cock stuffing my pussy.

It felt so incredibly good. I had just orgasmed. How the fuck was I this close to cumming again?

I moaned out a loud "AHHHHH. MMMM.." I was enjoying being loud. I moaned louder and longer, as loud as I could get. It was such a blissful feeling to enjoy fucking with my whole body. I moaned continuously. Alex, encouraged by the sounds I was making, moved faster. But then he suddenly stopped.

I was so lost in my own fucking world, with my eyes closed and my mind drifting, that the sudden stillness jolted me back to reality. I sensed another presence in the room as I opened my eyes.

Lilith stood before me, her dark eyes piercing into mine from across the table, looking sexy as ever. She was fully dressed, but I couldn't help but imagine her asshole coming down on Caleb's cock, and her huge tits being conquered. Why the fuck was I fantasizing about her. Her lips curved into a smile as she spoke, "You seem to be having quite an adventure."

I felt my cheeks flush with heat, acutely aware of my nakedness and the hard length of Alex's cock buried deep inside me. I was completely at his mercy, held upright against his powerful chest, unable to move. Again, why the fuck was I blushing in front of this bitch who had just fucked my husband.

"Where is Caleb?" I managed to ask, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. "He was enjoying himself just as much until a moment ago. And so were you."

Alex shifted his position, leaning back on the table and pulling me closer. His strong hands gripped my ass cheeks firmly, spreading them wide in the process. I could feel the strain in his muscles as he held me upright, his cock still embedded to the hilt inside me.

I was about to ask him to put me down so I could talk face-to-face with Lilith when something warm and wet touched my asshole. The sensation took me by surprise.

"He is right behind you," said Lilith..

Was that Caleb's fucking tongue on my asshole? The thought and the sensation sent a shiver down my spine as I tried to piece together how he had gotten there without me noticing. Two possibilities came to mind: 1) He had silently slipped in while my eyes were closed, or 2) There was another door at the back of the room that I hadn't noticed before. Either way, I didn't fucking care. The warmth of his saliva coating my bud drove away any reasoning from my head.

Caleb continued licking me, forming progressive circles around my tight hole until he was right on it. With each pass, the anticipation built within me, and when he finally tried to drive his tongue inside, I couldn't help but let out a long, drawn-out "Oooooohhh." The sound echoed through the room.

Without warning but gently, Alex started moving me up and down his cock. He was fucking me again! Caleb adjusted so he could follow the moving target. "Oh MY FUCKING GOD!!" I thought.

A few moments later, I felt his tongue fall away. I was disappointed because I was enjoying it so much, but just a few seconds later, I felt a finger invading my back door. Caleb's finger. My husband's fucking finger was up my shitter. It was possibly his index finger, but I had no way of knowing. The finger slid in without any resistance.

Caleb held his finger still, at an angle, while Alex continued moving me up and down his pole. My butthole also slid up and down Caleb's finger.

Then I felt a second finger trying to snake its way into my asshole. There was a little more resistance, but it went in. Now I had two of Caleb's fingers up my ass.

Momentarily, Alex stopped, and Caleb removed his fingers.

"What the fuck, Alex." I said in frustration because I had been enjoying myself.

Then I felt something on my asshole, not his finger, but something more prominent, and I knew it was Caleb's cock head - The pre-cum coated the big round head. I could feel its girth as he pressed against me. Panic surged through me at the thought of what was to come - having both his cock and Alex's in me would be a fucking nightmare.

"OH, NO!" I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. "FUCK NO!" I said out loud, my voice angry, trying to hide my fear.

"No to what?" Lilith asked, her tone filled with a hint of challenge. "Are you sure you don't want it? Because if you don't, Alex and I will walk away right now, and you can sort your situation out with your husband."

I hesitated momentarily. What the fuck did I really want? My mind raced as I weighed the consequences of my decision. A part of me wanted to enjoy having two men in me. Hasn't every woman fantasized about it while knowing they would absolutely never do it in real life? While another part feared it.

Caleb assumed my silence as consent and resumed his gentle yet insistent pressure. Even though my asshole was heavily lubricated with saliva, it put up a strong resistance against this fucking big invader. Caleb pressed on, bending and stretching the flesh around the black hole. Did I feel pain? Did I feel discomfort? Or was it pleasure? Who the fuck cared. I was enjoying it. The thought of Caleb's cock in where-the-sun-don't-shine, like my grandad use to say, drove me mad with lust.

Involuntarily, I thrust back, and the hole popped open. Caleb's cock head made its way past the backdoor. What a rush!

"Fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!," I said triumphantly and loudly. Lilith smiled, satisfaction written over her face. That smug bitch. She knew I would cave, but I didn't care.

Caleb pushed his cock inch by inch until it was fully embedded. The realization that I had two cocks in me, in my hungry holes, hit me again. My virgin ass was no more.

As I waited for the inevitable, a mix of excitement and anticipation ran through me. One or both of them would start thrusting in and out of me soon. Caleb went first, which surprised me. Alex held me still while Caleb pulled out slowly and then shoved his cock in. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

His tentative movements were gone, replaced by a steady rhythm. I was fucking loving the feeling of a thick cock moving in and out of my asshole. Each thrust made me moan out loud. It wasn't just any ordinary moan; it was a guttural, primal sound.

Then Alex let go of me. Let go of my ass. He didn't need to hold me in place any longer; Caleb's forward thrusts kept me pinned against Alex. Then when Alex withdrew, Caleb forcefully thrust into my cunt. That pushed me back against Alex's strong chest. I was sandwiched between the two as they fucked my ass and my pussy.

I moaned and grunted as the two of them found a rhythm that bounced me back and forth between their bodies like a fucking game of ping-pong. "Ravage my ass, Ravage my pussy, destroy me," I demanded.

Caleb grunted, his muscles tensing as he pushed deeper into my ass. Alex was beginning to sweat, but his movements remained smooth and effortless. Both of them were working in unison, thrusting harder and faster. I closed my eyes and imagined my stretched pussy and stretched asshole assaulted by two thick cocks.

The room was alive with the sounds of our fucking; The balls slapping against my body, the squishy sound of Alex's cock plunging into my cunt, the satisfying smack of Caleb's body slamming into my ass, and finally, our grunts, moans, and pants. The smell was fucking intoxicating too. The smell of my pussy mingled with the strong scent from my ass. I smelled their musky cocks and sex-laden sweat.

I glanced over at Lilith. She was perched on her chair with her hands buried inside her pants. Her eyes were locked onto us, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The smell and the sound must have gotten to her, too. I hoped all of this was being recorded because I planned to watch it over and over again when I masturbated later.

The sensations were overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My orgasm was imminent; I could feel it building within me like a tidal wave ready to crash down upon me.

And then it hit me - a powerful surge of pleasure that left me shuddering and shaking uncontrollably and violently. I shouted out, "I'M CUMMMMMMMIINNNNG." My body convulsed around their cocks, and Caleb groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he thrust into my vibrating ass.

In a matter of seconds, both the men exploded. I felt Caleb deep inside me. The pressure from his cum was exquisite. Simultaneously, Alex released a fucking geyser inside my pussy. I shuddered and continued cumming. It was the most explosive orgasm I have ever had.

Caleb and I had tried to synchronize our orgasms, but it was hard. One of us always came a little before or after the other. Today, all three of us and cum at the same time. Synchronized orgasms were the best!

Caleb pulled out of my ass, and Alex lifted me off his cock and set me down on the table. Cum was streaming down my legs. Alex's cum mingled with Caleb's at my thigh like two rivers meeting at a delta.

I was sprawled out on the table like I'd just been hit by a goddamn truck. Every inch of me was wrecked, my legs hanging open, arms slack.

The architecture of intimacy:

Once our orgasms had subsided and we were breathing normally again, Lilith asked Alex and Caleb to step out. She wanted to have a word with me in private.

"You're probably wondering what happened--and why."

"I know what happened. I don't know why."

Lilith sat back, composed as ever, because, of course, she was. "Two months ago, Caleb came to me."

I frowned, "What? Before I even fucking emailed you?"

"Yes. You reaching out was just one piece of a larger plan--one that unfolded with the help of Dr. Vesper."

"Wait. My fucking therapist was in on this?"

Lilith barely blinked. "No. She had no idea. She simply referred you, as she believed was best. She and I have an understanding--if a patient needs certain therapy, she sends them to me. You were simply in the right place at the right time."

I could feel my pulse hammering in my skull. "So, what the fuck did Caleb want from you?"

"He was referred to me by a colleague of his I had previously worked with. When he arrived, he was deeply concerned about your marriage in ways that you are too."

My throat felt dry as hell. "And?"

Lilith's voice was cool, matter-of-fact. "I worked with him. Multiple sessions. And now, here we are.

I held her gaze.

"You mean you fucked him." My tone was flat--no accusation, no irritation. Just facts.

Lilith didn't so much as blink. "No. It was strictly professional. My goal was to help him find ways to improve your marriage."

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Right. Because that video I just watched really screams 'professional.'"

She remained unshaken, her voice steady. "Caleb spoke in generalities--what felt wrong, what could be better--but never specifics. Believe it or not, that's common. Counterintuitive as it may seem, women are usually far more open about their sex lives and what they want. Men? They hold back."

"So what the hell did you do?"

"I hypnotized him. I needed to access more from his subconscious than he was willing to say out loud.

"Under hypnosis, I monitored his vitals and arousal levels while reading various words and passages to him. Some were neutral--'I like to drive a car.' Others were explicit, like 'I want to eat Taylor Swift's pussy.'"

She paused, eyes steady, like she was waiting for me to flinch. I didn't.

"What I observed was significant. Caleb had the strongest physiological reactions to words related to anal--ass, butt, asshole, you name it. That led me to a conclusion: anal sex was his primary, unfulfilled desire."

I swallowed hard but kept my mouth shut.

"When I brought this up in a waking session, he didn't deny it. He admitted he'd experienced anal once in college and loved it--but never had the chance again. When he fell in love with you, he mentioned it, but you weren't interested. He could tell it was a hard boundary, so he let it go. Over time, he buried that desire so deep, he stopped acknowledging it altogether."

She studied me for a beat before continuing.

"To help your marriage, I had to get him that experience with you. That was his primary frustration. But I always look for a secondary marker--something deeper, hidden."

I exhaled hard. "And?"

"After multiple sessions, I found it--cuckold syndrome."

I went rigid.

"He wanted you to be unfaithful," she said evenly. "More than that, he wanted to watch."

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Right. And he just blurted out, 'Hey doc, I wanna be a fucking cuck?'"

Lilith remained unshaken. "Not in those words. But it was there. He repeatedly said you'd be happier with another man. Not romantically--sexually. Because he felt he wasn't enough."

I scoffed. "That's a fucking stretch."

"It wasn't one comment. It was a pattern."

My patience snapped. "And when exactly were these sessions happening?"

She met my gaze, calm as ever. "Those late-night Wednesday meetings? The ones he said were for work?"

A sick feeling crawled up my spine.

"They were with me."

My stomach dropped. He fucking lied.

I thought he was overworked. Turns out, he was sitting with her--spilling every raw, intimate thought about me. About our sex life.

And I hadn't had a fucking clue.

"Why the fuck did you need me to reach out to you? What was the point of that?"

Lilith remained composed, her expression unreadable. "I wanted to meet you in person. I already knew a great deal about you, but I needed to look you in the eye before deciding to move forward. More importantly, I wanted you to believe this date night was your idea."

A cold wave of unease crept up my spine. "What the fuck do you know about me?"

She tilted her head slightly. "I know you see your therapist every Monday. I know one of your friends is having an affair--and that you know about it. More than that, I know you encouraged her to 'follow her heart,' even if it meant being unfaithful. I know you prefer to be on top. I know you love sucking Caleb's cock."

She paused. "Would you like me to continue?"

My breath caught in my throat.

The sex stuff? Fine. That was probably Caleb. But Diane? Diane fucking around on Harry? I never told Caleb. Hell, I never told anyone.

"How the fuck do you know all this?" My voice was low, vibrating with rage.

Lilith shrugged, casual as ever. "No magic tricks. I hired a private investigator. I have a whole dossier on you."

My pulse slammed against my skull. "Again--what the actual fuck for?"

She leaned in slightly, voice calm, almost amused. "Because in order to craft the perfect plan, I needed to know exactly who I was dealing with."

"And... what the fuck did you discover?"

Lilith's gaze didn't waver. "A few things. First, you wouldn't sleep with another man without a compelling reason. You may have encouraged your friend to cheat, but you're not wired the same way. That meant I needed something disruptive to make it happen.

"Second," she continued, "I needed to understand why you resisted anal sex. Women typically avoid it for three reasons--fear of pain, the belief that it's dirty, or a moral objection."

She tilted her head slightly, watching me like I was a puzzle she had already solved.

"The third was easy to rule out--you don't have moral objections. If you did, you wouldn't have encouraged your friend to screw around. And it wasn't the second reason either, because, well... I know you've done things that make anal look downright innocent."

My stomach flipped. "Wait--what the fuck does that mean? How the hell do you know what kind of sex I have?"

Lilith's lips curled into the faintest smirk. "You keep forgetting about the private investigator. Let me refresh your memory--sophomore year, your sorority, a night of heavy drinking... and, well, let's just say things got adventurous. Need me to spell it out?"

A rush of nausea slammed into me. "NO!" I snapped. "I was young, drunk, and fucking reckless. That has nothing to do with Caleb and me."

She nodded, completely unfazed. "So, do you agree your reason for avoiding anal was fear of pain?"

A deep, shaky breath forced its way through me. "Yeah," I muttered. "When Caleb first suggested it on our honeymoon, he was hard as a fucking rock. I just... I couldn't imagine taking it. The thought alone made me cramp up. But I've grown now. I know Caleb's body better now. Hell, I had even thought about trying again... but neither of us ever brought it up."

Lilith's expression remained unreadable. "That's what I thought."

"All the planning, all the deception--it was to accomplish two things that wouldn't have happened otherwise," Lilith said smoothly. "To get you to sleep with another man and to eliminate your fear of anal sex."

My stomach clenched.

"From the beginning, we've been working to relax you. That cocktail? Not just alcohol--it had other ingredients to lower your inhibitions. Alex's massage? That was to familiarize you with his touch. And the video? Designed to arouse you and enrage you. To push you into accepting Alex."

My voice was a blade. "And I'm guessing convincing Caleb to fuck you was a hell of a lot easier."

Lilith sighed. "Believe it or not, getting him to cheat was just as difficult. I had to provoke him--push him to a breaking point where he was so overwhelmed, so enraged, that right and wrong blurred."

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "And you pulled that off in five fucking minutes? Because from what I saw, it didn't take much convincing. Also, I thought this was all 'strictly professional.'"

Lilith sighed again. "What you saw was a heavily edited video. It wasn't real-time."

"But I heard you through the walls," I said, my head spinning.

"Yes, you did. That was just me screaming. We weren't having sex at that time.

"Also, no, I don't typically sleep with my patients."

I narrowed my eyes. "But this time was different?"

She gave a small nod. "This time, it was an emergency."

I scoffed. "The fuck does that mean?"

Lilith leaned in slightly. "Do you remember last Wednesday? When Caleb told you he had a late dinner with clients?"

A slow, creeping dread washed over me.

"That's when the video was recorded."

Her voice remained smooth, detached. "The plan was simple--I would show Caleb a video of you with another man. Make him so furious, so shattered, that he'd cheat in retaliation."

I stared at her, disgusted.

"I have a grad student who assists me in these situations," she continued smoothly. "She was supposed to sleep with Caleb. But he wouldn't. He was furious--completely livid--but instead of giving in, he kept demanding to see me."

My pulse pounded in my ears. "How the fuck did you show him a video of me? I've never been with another man. Not until today."

"You're forgetting the private investigator. He placed a camera in your bedroom. We recorded plenty of footage of you and Caleb having sex. One particular clip was perfect--you, deep-throating him. Your tattoo was visible. Caleb's face wasn't. It was... ideal."

You're telling me you tricked Caleb with a video of us? He didn't recognize himself? Or our own goddamn bedroom?"

Lilith leaned back, utterly at ease. "That's where AI comes in. We altered Caleb's skin tone--made him Black. When he saw the video, all he saw was your mouth wrapped around a Black man's cock. The brain doesn't focus on small details when something as obvious as race is changed. We didn't touch the background, the bed, or the room. That one edit was enough. Caleb believed you'd fucked another man. In his bed."

A cold, sick realization settled in. "That's manipulative as fuck." My voice was steady, but the fury underneath burned like acid.

Lilith smiled faintly.

"I don't fucking like you," I said bluntly. "And I sure as hell don't like your methods."

She shrugged. "I assumed that would be enough to push Caleb into my grad student's open arms, but he resisted."

I folded my arms, my body tight with anger. "So what the hell did you do?"

Lilith hesitated, "I had to step in and work his primary marker," she said. "But Caleb wouldn't respond to me the way I am now. He saw me as too controlled. Too clinical. So I had to become someone else."

I narrowed my eyes. "What the fuck does that mean?"

She exhaled slowly, like this was a chore to explain. "You saw a version of me in the video. Did she sound like me?"

"I guess not," I said.

"I had to change everything. My demeanor, the way I spoke. I became vulgar. Filthy. I told him to 'man the fuck up.' I moaned about how tight my ass was. I told him he deserved to do whatever the fuck he wanted because his wife was a cheating whore. You saw the rest."

My stomach turned.

"And the reverse order? Was that more editing bullshit?"

Lilith shook her head. "No, that was real. Caleb came up with that himself. And if I had to guess... you've done it before, haven't you?"

I exhaled sharply, looking away. "Yeah. But not recently. When we were still dating, I suggested it. We weren't as strict about it as you were, though. We started with fucking--no foreplay--but then just let things unfold naturally. We followed the idea, but not as rigidly as you did. He did end up cummin at the end, not at the beginning."

Lilith gave a small nod. "So seeing him do it must have reminded you of that time. Back when sex was still fresh."

I swallowed hard. "Yeah. And that only pissed me off more."

Lilith watched me closely. "One last thing--the video was accurate about one detail. Caleb never ejaculated when he was with me."

A strange silence stretched between us.

"After our encounter, I told him the truth," Lilith admitted. "About the video. About me reaching out to you. I told him to follow your lead--to accept whatever suggestions you made."

My mind reeled. "And that's why he was so fucking drained when he came home that night. He went straight to the bathroom... to wash off the sex, I assume." I exhaled sharply. "It all makes sense now."

Lilith leaned forward slightly. "Are you happy?"

My jaw tightened. "You lied to me. You manipulated me. You manipulated my husband. You fucking spied on us. What the hell do you think?" My voice was cold, vibrating with anger. "I'm mad. I'm mad as hell."

She held my gaze, steady. "But are you happy?"

I froze.

"Two things can be true at the same time," she said. "You can be furious with me and still be happy with yourself. With Caleb."

A weight had lifted. That much was undeniable. The sex had been incredible--the best in years. Maybe ever. And Caleb... the way he moaned, grunted, and expressed true pleasure--it was the way he used to be. Before marriage dulled everything. Before we became careful, predictable. It was raw satisfaction. Bliss.

My lips parted, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "Yeah. I'm happy."

"Caleb, come on in," Lilith called.

A moment later, he stepped into the room.

Lilith turned to him. "Caleb, are you happy?"

Without hesitation, he answered. "Yes. Very much so."

I studied him carefully. His anger at Lilith must have burned out on Wednesday. He'd already processed it, moved past it. He was at peace. And strangely... so was I.

We were both happy.

Lilith smiled. "Then our work here is done." She glanced at Alex before continuing. "We'll leave you two alone. The apartment is yours until tomorrow evening."

With that, she turned and walked out, Alex following behind.

A quiet settled over the room as Caleb and I stood together, our fingers slowly intertwining. Neither of us spoke.

There was no need.

Hand in hand, we walked to Room A.

Inside, it was nothing like what I had seen in the video. The sterile, clinical space from before had been replaced by something warm and inviting--a well-appointed, luxurious bedroom that exuded comfort.

I took it all in, my mind still processing everything.

"This is not the room you saw me and Lilith in."

I nodded.

Caleb moved toward the bed, stretching out across the soft sheets. He lay there, silent, his expression unreadable.

For the first time in a long time, he seemed... unsure.

Ultimately, I broke the silence.

In a playful voice, I asked him, "Would you like to stuff this," while spreading my ass cheeks wide and showing him my asshole.

He perked up and said, "Yes, Mam!"

"I made my way to the bed. His cock was standing in attention even before I got there."

I descended on his pole, facing away from him so he could get a clear view of his cock penetrating my ass.

"That's my baby! That's my baby's asshole. And I am going to fuck it," exclaimed Caleb.

I smiled as I started moving up and down his pole. I felt fucking good. My asshole felt fucking good.

That night Caleb came three more time. Each time in my ass. I was in a constant state of orgasm throughout. Who knew one could orgasm on anal sex.

We slept in each other's arms and woke up late the following day. Caleb brought us Chinese food from a restaurant around the corner. When he got back, I was on my back, my legs lifted high, and a round ring sticking out of my ass. I had found the anal beads in a drawer. It had a note from Lilith, "Use it well." And I did.

Caleb's face lit up, and he yanked the anal beads right out of my ass. That was such a rush. Then he fucked me again and came in my ass. I showered after, but my ass kept leaking his cum all day long. Later that evening, we went home, a happy and invigorated couple.