A Happy Bunch Ch. 02

Tags: bisexual male, mmf, spit play, piss play, anal, rough sex, squirting

Author's Note:

All characters in this story are 18 or older. A Happy Bunch is an explicit, emotionally intense tale featuring adult themes including bisexual male-male sex, group sex (MMF), piss play, spit play, power dynamics, and raw, uninhibited eroticism.

This story explores pleasure, connection, and the complexity of polyamorous relationships through scenes of graphic sexuality, deep intimacy, and emotional surrender. Reader discretion is advised.

A Happy Bunch is a revised version of my own previously published story, A Happy Throuple.

6

What had happened to me in such a short time was nothing short of unreal. First, I dumped Brit--my hot, but high-maintenance girlfriend--and within days I was in the arms of Kari and Ken, a dangerously seductive couple who unlocked doors in me I didn't even know existed.

I was high. Not on drugs, but on lust. On pleasure. On the mind-blowing reality that I was living out my dirtiest, wildest fantasies with two of the most uninhibited, gorgeous people I'd ever met.

Kari and Ken were the perfect combination of sweet, smart, fun, and freaky. And not just freaky--they were artists in the bedroom. They worshipped me. Loved my youth, my energy, my eagerness. They made me feel wanted in a way Brit never could. They took their time. They paid attention. They played with me like I was a priceless new toy that had just arrived on their doorstep--still fresh, still full of promise.

Every second with them was a new flavor of ecstasy. I was a kid in a cosmic candy store, overwhelmed and hungry for more. I honestly couldn't imagine a future without them, and I knew they felt the same. We were electric.

After surviving a cold childhood and a lifeless relationship, it was as if the Universe had finally cracked a smile and handed me a ticket to paradise. I wasn't just lucky--I was blessed. I had been handpicked by the gods of pleasure, joy, and connection. The entire choreography of atoms, insects, lovers, galaxies--everything--had shifted just so I could get my brains fucked out by this perfect couple.

I am that important.

Okay, okay... maybe not. That's not how the universe works. But maybe, just maybe, life gives you these moments--these gifts. If you're lucky, they burn bright enough to guide you through the dark times. And right now? I was basking in the fire.

So--back to it. I had just followed Kari inside, still flushed from Ken's wild pounding. She was radiant and ready, and I was about to fuck this pop goddess like she was headlining her own X-rated world tour.

She fucked like a star on stage--think Britney or Taylor, soaked in sweat, body on fire, dancing and grinding for hours with that hypnotic intensity. Her hair stuck to her neck, her body gleamed under the lights, and every breath she took was a moan waiting to happen. I was charged up. Possessed. We fucked for what felt like forever--every position I knew, and a few I probably invented on the spot, desperate to see what she looked like unraveling under each one.

"Harder," Kari whispered, her voice already cracked. "Give me all of it."

I was relentless, driven by raw instinct and a need to see her fall apart beneath me. The sound of our bodies slapping echoed like music. She grabbed my ass, digging her nails in to pull me deeper.

Ken stood close, sweat-slick and hard as a rock, eyes ablaze as he watched every stroke like it was sacred.

"Grab her hips and fuck her hard, buddy," he growled, his voice low and rough. "That's it, my sweet boy. Go deeper. She lives for this... don't you, Kari?"

"God, YES!" she cried, voice wrecked and deliciously breathless as I hammered into her. "He's so fucking good, baby!"

"Turn her around. I want to see her take it from behind."

"Yes, sir." I didn't hesitate.

With Ken's strong hands helping, we flipped her like a rag doll--her laughter cutting through the sweat and sex--and I dove into her from behind, clutching her hips and slamming into her slick heat. Her back arched, ass bouncing, mouth open in shock and pleasure as I pounded her.

"Jesus, Leo," she gasped. "You're fucking feral."

"Wait for it," I growled, then yanked her hair back just enough to make her moan as I pistoned into her.

Then I rolled her onto her back and fucked her deep, slow, locking eyes with her glowing green gaze. Her legs wrapped around me, holding me in place like she never wanted me to leave her body.

Ken knelt beside us, rubbing her clit with his fingers and whispering, "Look at you, Kari. Getting fucked like a dream. You feel him owning that pussy?"

She nodded frantically, moaning into his mouth when he kissed her.

I shifted her onto her side, one toned leg draped over my shoulder as I drove into her soaking wet slit, her body twisting to meet every thrust. I even flipped her upside down, balancing her on her shoulders, her legs up like a gymnast. My cock found a new angle and she screamed--a raw, beautiful wail like a rockstar at the climax of her show.

Ken was in pure bliss, stroking himself, licking sweat from Kari's nipples, smacking my ass, and kissing me hungrily every time I paused for air. He spat into my mouth, whispered filth into my ear, and moaned like he was inside her too. "You were made for this," he said, jerking me harder. "Fuck her like she's your stage."

I did. God, I did.

Kari was electric. Her body jolted hard--"OHHHH FUCK YES"--and she pulled back, making my cock slip out just as she squirted uncontrollably, soaking the floor and her thighs in a hot, desperate rush.

"Holy fuck," I gasped, grabbing my cock and stroking it hard. The sight of her body twitching, dripping, glowing--it was too much. Ropes of cum blasted across her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, marking her completely.

And then Ken--devoted, filthy Ken--dropped to his knees like he was kneeling before a goddess. He licked her breasts, her stomach, her pussy, his tongue cleaning every sticky drop of my release from her glistening skin like it was holy nectar. His moans vibrated through her body.

"Look at this mess," he murmured, grinning as he licked a streak off her hipbone. "Fucking beautiful."

Kari lay back, arms out, chest rising and falling as if she'd just run a marathon. "This one deserves an award," she said faintly, wiping the sweat from her flushed body. "That was one helluva fuck session."

Ken looked up at me, cum still glistening on his lips. "Ready for round two?"

--

Now, with your permission, I'd like to skip forward a little. There's just too much to tell, and not enough time to tell it all. I'll stick to the juiciest parts--the parts you'll feel in your gut and groin.

This is my story, after all. Imagine we're sitting around a campfire, and I'm the friend telling you a story that makes you flush hot and breathless, maybe even sneak a hand beneath your waistband while you listen.

So, until Sunday afternoon when I finally headed home, the three of us were insatiable. We drank wine, tried to watch a couple of movies but couldn't focus--someone's hands always wandered, someone always ended up on their knees. We laughed, talked, and fucked like there was no tomorrow. And after all the fucking... we fucked some more.

At one point, due to a wildfire spreading fast in my ass, Ken graciously stayed away from it for a while. Kari took over, doting and sweet, gently caring for me with soothing ointments and soft kisses.

I didn't want to go home--but I had to.

When I finally made it back, I was exhausted. But I wore a dazed, well-fucked smile that didn't leave my face for two whole days.

At the sawmill, my coworkers noticed. They gave me shit for it, of course--smirking, elbowing me. When I gave them a redacted version of the weekend--edited down for straight-male consumption--they cheered.

In my version, Kari became the star of my little R-rated tale, while Ken's role disappeared entirely. Somehow I didn't think they'd take the news of my ass getting pounded into oblivion too well. Coming out in a place full of chainsaws and buzzcut masculinity isn't the wisest move. I like my limbs where they are.

That Friday, I went back to Kari and Ken's place. We were even filthier this time. The burn in my ass had faded enough for me to tempt fate again. I told Ken he could go as hard and as deep as he wanted--and he did.

Kari, as always, made sure I was ready. She lubed me, stretched me, kissed me, stroked my cock, toyed with my nipples while her husband wrecked me with slow, brutal thrusts. Her sweet moans and filthy encouragement drove me wild.

By my fourth visit, I was fully broken in. Oh, the initial entry always had that sting--that sharp, dizzying stretch that sent shivers through my whole body. But it was addictive. Pain wrapped in pleasure, agony dressed in silk.

I loved it.

We were thick as thieves by then--lovers and best friends. I even took a week off work so we could indulge in a full-blown fuckfest. Seven days. No rules. No clocks.

We played like honeymooners. We made love, we power-fucked, we got nasty. Spit play, golden showers, spanking. They tied me down a few times and took me in every way they wanted.

Yes, Kari had a strap-on--and yes, she knew exactly what she was doing with it.

I was their willing, aching sub, and I loved it. That gentle, giving side of me--the part that just wants to be used and adored--had found its place with them.

Ken was naturally dominant, Kari learned quickly, and I... I bloomed under their control.

We tried everything. Roleplay became a favorite. Teacher and student. Doctor and patient. Stranger and hitchhiker. We let our minds wander, and our bodies followed.

The last night of our honeymoon week was the wildest.

We were in the kitchen. Kari and I were washing dishes, nude and glowing. Well--almost nude. She had a sarong slung low on her hips, and I was in a towel that barely stayed on.

I had just shelved the last mug when Ken came up behind me, his big arms sliding around my waist. He pulled me into him--slow, warm, tender. Like I was something precious.

Kari knew what was coming. She cleared the kitchen table with a playful smirk, yanked the towel from my waist, folded it neatly, and laid it down like a cushion. Then she climbed up and scooted back, leaving space for me at the edge--right where Ken would want me.

Ken grabbed me firmly under the arms and lifted me like I weighed nothing--his strength always stunned me. He placed me at the edge of the kitchen table, directly in front of Kari. Her hands slid beneath my thighs, spreading me wide before pulling me tight into her embrace.

I gasped as her soft, warm breasts pressed into my back, her nipples hard against my skin. She kissed the back of my neck, her breath hot, her arms wrapping around me. The wet heat of her body pressed against the small of my back.

Ken didn't waste a second. He reached for the lube, slicked his thick shaft, and stepped between my legs, his cock in hand. He locked eyes with me for a moment--checking, always checking--and when I nodded, he slowly pushed forward.

The thick crown of his cock breached me, stretching me open inch by inch. My body arched into Kari's, helpless with sensation as Ken sank in deeper, pressing me back into her. My breath caught. I whimpered softly.

Kari kissed the side of my face, her voice low and adoring. "You feel so good between us," she whispered.

Ken pulled nearly all the way out, paused, and then drove back in with a deep, devastating thrust. My head fell back against Kari's shoulder as a raw moan tore from my lips.

"So beautiful," she whispered, her hands caressing my chest, my belly. Her fingers brushed my nipples and I shuddered.

Ken cradled the back of my neck and kissed me hard--deep, wet, full of hunger. His hips rocked slowly, rhythmically. Each stroke was firm, deliberate. Possessive.

"I'm so happy you're here," he murmured into my mouth.

I melted between them--surrounded, filled, claimed. More than lovers, they felt like shelter. Like home. I wanted to stay like this forever--held, fucked, worshipped.

My cock twitched, and I gasped as thick streams of cum shot across Ken's abs and chest. Kari held me tighter, humming with satisfaction, her lips trailing kisses along my shoulder.

Ken didn't stop. He kept thrusting, slow and steady, kissing me deeply.

"Fuck him, babe," Kari purred. "Harder. I want to see you fuck him hard."

Ken paused, his cock buried inside me, and looked down at where our bodies met. He gave a slow, wicked smile. "You sure he's ready?"

"He's more than ready."

Ken pulled out gently. I was still throbbing, my body trembling.

"Short break," he said, caressing my hip. "But then I'm going to really fuck you. Hard. You up for it?"

I was breathless, eyes wide--but I nodded. "Yes. I trust you."

"Ooh," Kari moaned, hopping off the table. "That'll be so hot to watch."

After a drink of water and a few deep breaths, Ken returned. He guided me onto my side on the table, hugging my knees, ass angled just right. Fetal position. Vulnerable. Offered.

Kari slicked him up again, her fingers warm and teasing. I tensed as the fat head of his cock pressed against me.

"This is going to be rougher than usual," Ken warned, voice low but gentle. "If you want me to stop--say so. I mean it."

"I'm okay," I whispered. "I want it."

"Good," he said, gripping my hip. "Then hold on."

His cock pushed into me--fast this time, thick and deep. The force of it made me cry out.

"OH FUCK!" I gasped, overwhelmed, my body jerking. He was deeper than ever before, and the sudden fullness sent shockwaves through me.

Ken groaned as he pulled out and slammed back in, harder.

"AHHH--!" I wailed, caught between pain and bliss. My fingers gripped the edge of the table.

"Ride it," Ken growled. "Breathe through it. You're doing so good."

My mind spun. It was intense. Brutal. Beautiful. I didn't know whether to beg for mercy or more--but I didn't want him to stop.

"Fuck," Ken groaned, voice ragged. "You have no idea how hot you are like this."

I whimpered, and he paused--just for a moment--his hand stroking my thigh. I nodded again, eyes closed, trusting him with everything.

"Keep going," I whispered. "Don't stop."

"Goddamn, you're perfect," Ken said through clenched teeth as he slammed back in. "You were made for this."

"Harder, babe," Kari breathed from nearby. "Don't stop now."

He obeyed, unleashing himself in a fevered rhythm--deep, punishing thrusts that pushed me to the edge. I cried out again and again, each moan swallowed by the sound of skin slapping skin, of breathless gasps and whispered praises.

Kari's fingers brushed my hair as she knelt beside the table, kissing my face, stroking my arm, telling me how good I was, how strong, how loved.

Ken's orgasm hit like a thunderclap. He shouted my name as he came deep inside me, his whole body shaking with release. He held me after, panting, pressing kisses into my spine.

We stayed like that for a long time. Tangled. Sweaty. Safe.

Loved.

Ken and Kari both smiled lustfully and then...

"OH FUCK!" I cried out, my voice cracking with the shock of intensity when Ken rammed the entirety of his huge dick all the way up inside my sensitive asshole in one hard, punishing thrust.

It was overwhelming--but I had asked for this. I had begged for it. My body trembled at the violent pleasure, nerves singing with electricity.

Ken pounded my asshole a few times, then laughed low and wicked as he pulled his dick out of my tight anus... only to slam it back inside me even harder.

"AHHH GOD!" I gasped, voice hoarse with sensation as Ken resumed to fuck me in a wild frenzy. "YES... oh fuck yes--don't stop, please!"

"Ride it," Ken said softly as he closed his eyes. "Ride the pain. Let it become pleasure."

I didn't know if I wanted him to stop or go even harder--but the truth was, I wanted it all. Every inch. Every brutal second. I gave myself over to it.

"God damnit, you're amazing," Ken exclaimed ferociously, breath hot. "Do you understand how wonderful you are? How fucking hot this feels?"

Even in the haze, I asked for a moment--just a breath--to adjust. Ken paused, pressing deep inside, his hand warm on my hip.

But Kari's eyes were blazing. "No! Keep going, honey," she said, wild with lust. "There's no easy way through this. Just fuck him hard. He wants it. He loves it."

What was happening to me? My body was fire. My mind melted. The only thing that existed was their hunger.

"Oh God, oh Jesus, oh fuck fuck fuck," Ken chanted hotly as he continued to unleash the full wrath of his insanely hard dick down on my poor, stretched asshole.

"I might squirt just from watching this," Kari gasped, her voice trembling with excitement as she stroked her husband's chest and abs while he pounded into me. "Fuck him harder! Make him cry!"

Fueled by her wild encouragement, Ken drove into me with an intensity that felt nearly supernatural.

Smash. Slam. Smash.

Sometimes he slowed, just to tell me how beautiful I looked, how good it felt to take me like this--raw, overwhelmed, utterly open. Kari, riding high on his energy, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back until I was looking into Ken's blazing eyes as he fucked me hard.

"It's okay sweetheart," Kari whispered, her words surprisingly tender even as she tugged harder on my hair. Then she spit in my face, the shock of it strangely electric. "You're doing so well. You can handle this. He's just hitting you deep, right at those raw, tender nerves."

Ken didn't slow. He stayed locked in, possessed by the moment. His filthy words rained down on me--soft one second, savage the next. Kari wasn't offering any relief either. Her grip stayed tight. I started to cry from the intensity, and she licked the tears off my cheeks, laughing as she did.

"Oh, baby," she murmured, equal parts mocking and affectionate. "He's almost there. Just look at his face. You've nearly driven him over the edge."

The pain was staggering. The passion, overwhelming. They fed on my surrender--spanking, slapping, kissing me while calling me every name they could think of. I gave in. Fully. And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, the pain flipped into pleasure, and back again.

Then Ken cried out, low and guttural, and slammed deep into me one final time, releasing himself with a ferocious moan. I could feel him throb and pulse inside me as he emptied everything into my body.

He pulled out, breathless, and stepped aside.

Kari grabbed me by the chest and pushed me onto my back. She climbed on top, straddling my hips. Without pause, she slammed herself down onto my cock and rode me hard--fast, raw, desperate.

"FUCK--I'M--CUMMING--SQUIRTING--FUCK!" she screamed, throwing her head back in wild release.

Afterward, she collapsed onto me, then rolled beside me with a breathless laugh. A few minutes later, she looked over at me, sheepish.

"Okay, I may have gone a little crazy," she admitted with a grin.

"You don't need to apologize," I said, kissing her lips gently. "It just caught me off guard. I thought I'd already hit my limits--but this... this was something else. Honestly, I love that wild side of you. Don't hold back."

Her eyes lit up.

"Oh my God, Leo," she whispered, glowing. "You just scored a million points."

Ken walked by and gave us both a crooked smile. "Well I'm not sorry for a damn thing," he declared. Then he burst into laughter.

We all laughed with him--long, deep, and full of love.

After the laughter faded, Kari wrapped her arms around me, kissed me slow and sweet, and led me to the bedroom. She and I made love for another half hour, warm and tender this time, while Ken quietly cooked us dinner in the kitchen.

7

It's Sunday, 2 p. m. I'm driving. Almost home.

What a week.

It was amazing. I smile.

Still behind the wheel. Not there yet.

Ping!

Who's that?

Text from Kari:

We miss you already, honey. Friday can't come soon enough :)

I shouldn't text while driving.

Me: :)

I grin like a fool. Oh, Kari. Ken.

Fuck yeah.

That was the best vacation ever.

Tomorrow, it's back to work.

Shit. One... two... three... too many days until Friday.

Oh well. I'll wait.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or is it fungus?

Both?

Brit!

Why am I thinking about Brit?

Oh yeah... she used to be my English teacher.

Fungus! Haha. That's funny. I heard that in a song once. Or a movie?

Ping!

Kari again?

Wait--what the...

Brit? Speak of the...

Brit: I need to talk to you. Please call me!

Needs to talk? About what?

I paid my half of the rent. I'm not giving her another cent.

Me: No.

Whatever crazy thing she wants, she can text it. Not getting sucked back into her bullshit.

Ping!

Brit: Face to face. Wayne's Coffee. In 30 minutes. Please!!

Please? How polite.

What the hell... might as well get it over with.

Me: OK.

Ping!

Brit: :)

A smiley face? At least she's not mad. Although Brit can totally smile and be furious at the same time.

What a shame. She's still so hot.

Hotter than Kari? No way.

But still... damn.

Wayne's Coffee.

Coffee and a muffin.

I need both.

--

I pulled into the parking lot a few minutes early, but Brit was already there--sitting at a table outside Wayne's Coffee, sipping from a paper cup and smoking a cigarette like she owned the sidewalk.

She looked stunning.

No surprise. She always did.

That long, golden hair--thick, layered, gleaming--spilled down her back in waves.

Bangs? That was new.

Stylish. Sexy. I liked them.

She was wearing a white tank top and tight, low-cut jeans. One strap of her white bra had slipped down her shoulder, dangling there like bait. My eyes followed the line, down to her full, pear-shaped breasts pressing gently against the soft fabric.

It was that outfit. The one that always did something to me.

My favorite.

My mind wandered. Brit's perfect, naked tits surfaced in my memory--soft, pale, warm in my hands. And of course, I compared them to Kari's. How could I not?

Brit's skin was almost porcelain--cooler, softer somehow.

Kari's tan had depth, a kind of glow, and her body had that toned resilience that comes from endless hours at the gym. She was older, yeah--but in the way that made her even more magnetic. Her breasts were firmer, too--lifted, tight, bouncing with that athletic snap.

Brit's were different. Not lesser.

Fuller, maybe. Softer. Her areolas were larger, her nipples pink and plush--less stiff than Kari's, but no less delicious.

Tug-worthy. Suckable. Dreamy.

In conclusion:

I love boobs. Kari's. Brit's.

I'm not picking favorites. They're all divine. And I want them in my hands, my mouth, all the time.

As I reached the table, Brit looked up. She blew out a slow, heavy cloud of smoke through her nostrils--those cute, flaring nostrils that always gave away her emotions. Her eyes, those deep blue eyes, met mine--and I froze.

She looked wrecked.

There was a kind of sadness in her gaze I'd never seen before.

Heavy. Raw.

"Hi," she said softly, stubbing out her cigarette. "Thanks for coming."

"Sure," I said, giving her a half-smile. "You all right?"

"No." She blinked fast, but the tears still came. "Not even close."

"What's wrong?" I asked, shifting into concern, confusion.

"Let me buy you a cortado and a muffin," she said, standing abruptly.

"You don't have to--"

"No," she interrupted, her voice firm but kind. "After everything I put you through, I owe you at least that."

"All right," I said, slowly lowering into the chair as I watched her walk away.

And thought: What the hell is going on?

This wasn't what I expected. The outfit, the emotion, the strange softness in her voice.

'Is she playing a game?

I don't think so...

But damn--that outfit. That sway in her hips. That look in her eyes.

She's trying to seduce me.

And it's working. Fast.

She wants me back.

Oh crap. That's it.

She wants me back.'

--

"I treated you like shit," Brit said, blotting her eyes with a napkin. Her voice trembled, raw and exposed. "I was horrible to you."

I said nothing. Her confession hung in the air like smoke, heavy and fragile. She pressed on--apologizing for not appreciating me, not loving me enough, not treating me the way I deserved. She told me how bitter and jaded she'd become after her failed marriage, how she let her rage bleed into us, onto me.

"I don't know what to say," I replied at last, giving her a small, awkward smile. "I appreciate your honesty. And... I accept your apology."

Her eyes lit up. She exhaled--like she'd been holding her breath for months. But I wasn't done.

I looked her dead in the eye. "But I haven't changed. I'm still the same 'gay' guy--not good enough for your love or your company, remember?"

Passive-aggressive? Maybe. But I was tired of shrinking myself. If this moment was real, I had to meet it honestly.

I took a breath and told her about the couple I'd met online. Let it sit there for a beat. Then I let the whole thing unfold--how happy I was now, how seen, how wanted. I told her I would never go back. Not even to the good days with her.

She reached for a cigarette. Her hands trembled as she struggled to light it. I gently took the lighter from her and held the flame steady in front of her cigarette.

She inhaled deeply and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, her eyes searching mine. "So... did you like it?" she asked softly. "I mean... being with a guy?"

I had no reason to lie.

"It was incredible," I said. "Getting fucked hard by a gorgeous man... with his stunning wife watching, touching me, kissing me--it was everything I never knew I needed."

And I told her. I told her about Kari. About Ken. About the things we did in bed... and out of it. I left out the more extreme details--this wasn't the time for spit and piss--but I gave her the rest, raw and unapologetic.

She listened with every part of her. Her eyebrows danced--arching, furrowing, lifting in shock, then narrowing with heat. Her eyes flickered, her lips parted, her body shifted in her chair, hips wiggling, nipples rising to stiff peaks beneath that thin tank top. She smoked two cigarettes while I talked. Adjusted her bra strap like it was suddenly too tight.

God, I remembered those erotic storytimes we used to have. And this--this was exactly that. Brit was aroused beyond belief, but she was also processing, spiraling--conflicted, turned on, wrecked.

Then she said it.

"Take me home and fuck me."

I blinked. My cock stirred in my pants.

She saw that I hadn't responded and said it again--this time with a plea in her voice. "Please. Take me home and fuck me."

Look, I know what I told you before--that I was glad to be rid of her. That I was over it. I wasn't lying exactly, but maybe I wasn't being completely honest either. Do I sound weak to you now? Maybe I am. But this was the woman I once loved, and her voice was trembling, her eyes begging, her body aching for me.

Did I still love her? No.

Did her apology undo everything? No.

But did it feel fucking good? Hell yes.

Be honest--if your ex begged you to fuck her, tearfully, hungrily, while remembering every inch of your past... would you say no?

I did.

I actually said it: "No."

"You're overwhelmed, Brit," I told her gently. "Sad. Raw. Confused. And you don't want a 'gay dude' like me fucking you. Not really. Do you?"

She fell quiet for a beat. Then she said, almost too casually, "I talked to Ellie."

That stopped me.

"I told her about you. About your... orientation. She agreed with you--called me a hypocrite. I got pissed. We fought."

She paused, fumbling in her purse for a new pack of smokes.

"She came back the next day," she continued, voice lower. "We... fucked. And we talked. All night."

She looked up at me, eyes swimming.

"And then I realized--you and I... we're more alike than I ever wanted to admit."

"She helped me realize I made a big mistake," Brit said quietly. "Ellie told me that if you were single, she'd want to hook up with you. That made me mad again--I kicked her out, stayed angry and depressed for a couple of weeks... until I admitted to myself that I needed to change. The truth is... you're bisexual. And so am I. I fuck girls. You fuck guys. I want you back."

Oh, Ellie. You beautiful fucking MILF. Thank you for trying to knock some sense into Brit. Ex-girlfriend? Our girlfriend?

God, I would fuck Ellie in a heartbeat. Maybe take her from behind while she's going down on Brit's wet cunt--

'Focus, man.'

"Do you realize how insane that all sounds?" I asked Brit, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes!" she said without hesitation. "But your story doesn't sound any saner than mine."

She had a point.

I laughed. She laughed too. Then she reached across the table, placed her hand over mine, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her touch was soft. Familiar.

When I told her that Kari was my girlfriend now, and Ken was my boyfriend, she blinked slowly and said, "Just take me home and fuck me silly. You don't have to be my boyfriend--just be my friend-with-benefits."

I sat back, let it sink in.

"So... you wouldn't mind sharing me?" I asked.

"What?" Her face froze. "What do you mean?"

"You heard me. Let's go get Ellie. We could fuck her together."

Please say yes. Please...

"Umm," she mumbled, squirming. "I... I told you Ellie and I had a fight. We haven't spoken since."

"Okay," I said, a playful grin tugging at my lips. "Then how about joining me and my new lovers for a foursome?"

She looked completely thrown off now. Uncomfortable. Hesitating.

Before she could answer, I added, "I'm not going to cheat on Ken and Kari."

That shut her down. She leaned back, quiet, unsure of what to say.

I stood up. "Thanks for the coffee. And by the way--you look really hot today. I love the bangs."

Her face lit up. "Really?"

"Really."

"I asked for a Heidi Klum haircut," she said with a laugh.

"You look hotter than Heidi Klum."

"Shut the... door," she giggled, blushing hard.

"You're much hotter than Heidi Klum."

"Oh, sweet..."

Then her lower lip trembled. Her eyes welled up, and she started weeping softly.

I turned away and walked to my car without looking back.

8

After my shower, I ordered a pizza and flopped onto the couch, half-watching some crappy show on TV. Something with bad lighting and worse acting. Perfect background noise.

Ping!

Brit: I'll do it.

I blinked.

Do what?

Whatever. I was starving.

RING.

Pizza. Salvation.

I answered the door like it was a lover. Maybe moaned a little.

Two slices in, my phone buzzed again.

RING.

Brit.

I sighed and picked up. "Hey."

"Why didn't you answer my text?" Her voice was softer than I expected. Almost... shy.

"I was eating," I said, chewing calmly.

She said, "Call me when you're done?"

I wiped my fingers on a napkin. "Nah, it's fine. I can talk now."

Beat.

"So?" I prompted. "You'll do what?"

"What?"

"Your text, Brit. You said you'll do it. What are you doing?"

A pause. A breath.

"I'll..." she cleared her throat, her voice tightening. "I'll share you."

I froze mid-chew.

That was not what I expected. Not really. I didn't say anything.

"Did you hear me?" she asked, a little edge creeping in.

"Yeah." I swallowed. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

"I'll call Ellie," she said, her tone low, serious. "I'm sure she'll say yes. We can fuck her together. Or she'll fuck you while I watch. Or whatever you want. You'll love it. She will too."

I chuckled, cocky. "Nah. I changed my mind. I don't even like Ellie like that."

Total lie. Ellie was at least an eleven. I'd bend her over a bookshelf in a heartbeat.

"Okay..." Brit said quietly. A pause. Something about it tugged. Then she said, almost too carefully, "You... and your new friends, then?"

"What?"

"You can fuck me," she said--then, breath catching, corrected herself. "I mean... the three of you. You can do whatever you want to me."

Silence.

And then--

My cock stood up like it had heard a church bell.

"Whaaaaa?" I muttered, staring at the phone like it had just proposed marriage.

Keep it cool, buddy, I said silently to my throbbing dick--let's call him Junior for now.

Not out loud, of course. I'm not insane.

It's just... Junior and I have a telepathic connection. Totally normal. You probably do it too--if you've got one. Don't lie.

"Hello?" said Junior.

Or was that Brit?

Yeah. Definitely Brit.

"Are you there?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"Go on," I said, half-distracted, half-horny, fully doomed.

"That's it," she said, voice low and unfiltered. "I thought about everything you said, and I... I mean--it made me so hot. My pussy's still throbbing."

Well damn.

She lives!

Who knew Brit had a filthy mouth buried beneath that frosty exterior?

"We don't have to be together," she continued, gaining speed. "We can just have sex whenever you want. I'll let your friends fuck me. I'll give you blowjobs. Anything you want. Just give me this one chance to make it up to you... please."

She said please.

Magic word.

I liked it.

Junior liked it. Junior did a somersault and tried to climb out of my pants.

Suddenly, I was in a very awkward situation. Junior was vibrating with excitement, screaming "SAY YES!" at the top of his nonexistent lungs.

But me? I hesitated.

Did I really want to mess with the amazing thing I had going on with Ken and Kari?

We were exclusive. They were selective. It wasn't like we just invited people in on a whim.

Still...

Kari had said she'd love to fuck Brit. Actually, she said it the moment I showed her Brit's picture. She got this sparkle in her eye and said she missed Eva... mentioned maybe finding a new girl to bring into our little throuple sometime soon.

So technically... this could be fate. Filthy, beautiful fate.

"I don't know, Brit," I said. "I gotta go."

"What? No!" Her voice cracked--panic laced with lust. "No... please, Leo!"

"I'll call you in a few," I said, then hung up before I could lose my mind.

Junior was throwing a party.

Screaming. Jumping. Possibly weeping.

I thought I was done with Brit. I really did. But the idea of fucking her with Ken and Kari?

Now that was short-circuiting my brain.

I wanted to do it.

Badly.

Worst-case scenario? It gets messy.

Best-case? Well...

Before I could talk myself out of it, I called Kari. She answered, cheerful as ever, then put me on speaker.

I told her about my day.

About Brit.

About what Brit said.

And then I held my breath.

"Congratulations, buddy!" Ken said, grinning like a proud dad at a graduation. "That must've felt good."

"It did," I admitted. "Honestly... I didn't think Brit even had remorse in her emotional repertoire."

"Huh," Kari snorted. "Do you think she meant it?"

I looked up. "Her apology? Yeah, it sounded real."

"No, silly," Kari giggled, eyes sparkling. "I meant the other part. You know--the part where she offered to let all three of us fuck her. Think she was serious?"

I paused. "Brit always means what she says. But she could totally back out afterward."

"Well," Kari said, lips curling into something wicked, "then let's seal the deal before she gets cold feet."

Seal the wha--?

"We need to test her," Ken said with a straight face, like this was an academic panel. "Some kind of entry exam."

Wait... what?

"Absolutely!" Kari squealed, practically bouncing. "If she takes the bait, this is going to be so much fun. Ooh--I'm getting tingles!"

Tingles?

???!

They were already off, brainstorming games and fantasies like a pair of depraved camp counselors.

They pitched ideas faster than I could process them. Dares. Scenarios. Power plays. Roleplay. Something involving whipped cream and a blindfold. Maybe even a pop quiz?

I just sat there.

Mouth open.

Brain melting.

And then--it was done.

We had a plan.

We were going to see if my possibly crazy ex-girlfriend really wanted to get fucked by all three of us. And if she passed the test?

We were going to do it.

Together.

Fuck.

At this point, I should probably stop calling Brit crazy.

Because let's be honest: I'm clearly the lunatic here.

But you know what? Sanity is overrated.

Junior and I--we thrive in chaos.

We make excellent bad decisions. And sometimes really, really fun ones.

A few minutes later, still buzzing from that completely surreal conversation, I picked up my phone and called Brit.

"Can you be at my place in thirty minutes?"

"I'll be there," she said, bright and eager. "Text me the address."

Game on.

9

When I opened the door, Brit didn't walk in--she launched.

She grabbed my face with both hands like she owned it, shoved me against the wall, and crushed her lips to mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, desperate, hungry, like she'd been starving and I was the only thing on the menu.

I grabbed her right back, hands on her cheeks, pulling her closer as our mouths crashed again and again. We kissed like we were trying to tear something loose inside each other.

And holy hell--it felt good.

Too good.

After a couple minutes of feverish lip-locking, I pulled back before we went full nuclear. Kari had plans. Wild, wonderful plans. And I wasn't about to ruin that.

I slipped behind Brit, wrapped my fingers around her wrist, and led her into my bedroom.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I yanked her tank top over her head, tossing it to the floor. She didn't miss a beat--hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and shimmied out of them, wiggling that perky ass like she knew exactly what it did to me.

Now she stood in nothing but a gorgeous bra and panties--white, lacy, and criminal.

She reached for my shirt, eyes smoldering.

But I pressed a hand to her chest--firm, warm, stopping her mid-move.

"Not yet," I said. Calm. Dangerous. "We need to make a video call."

Her brows shot up. "We?"

I pulled my phone from my back pocket. "You'll see."

She was panting, flushed, her chest rising and falling beneath the lace as I opened FaceTime and hit video.

And there she was.

Kari.

Smiling like a goddess with secrets. Her golden hair braided into two loose, sexy pigtails that framed her perfect face.

God, I love the things women do with their hair. Braids, buns, bows, messy knots, silky waves, little strands left loose on purpose. All of it--art and seduction wrapped into one.

"She's here," I told Kari, angling the camera so she could see both of us.

Brit flushed instantly, blushing hard, trying to cover herself with crossed arms--but that only made her look more delicious. Shy. Submissive. Exposed.

Kari's eyes widened. "Damn, Leo. You weren't exaggerating--she's so fucking hot."

Brit blinked like she wasn't sure what to do with that. She gave the tiniest almost-smile--but then her lip trembled, and for a second I thought she might cry.

She didn't. Brave girl.

Ken appeared over Kari's shoulder, his voice amused and low. "Nice."

Brit just stared at the screen, frozen, cheeks now fully pink, like she'd been caught doing something dirty--and maybe she liked it.

Then Kari leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

"Hello, Brit."

A beat.

"I hear you want to fuck my boyfriend."

Brit forced a smile, then bit her lower lip--nervous as hell.

"Hi," she said, barely above a whisper. Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat and tried again.

"H... hi."

Kari didn't flinch. "Do you want to fuck my boyfriend, Brit?"

Brit froze.

Kari's voice sharpened, cutting through the screen. "Put your arms down and answer me."

Brit hesitated, but slowly lowered her arms, revealing herself again. She gave a sheepish, crooked grin, clearly trying to recover her confidence. Then, meeting Kari's gaze head-on, she said, "I wasn't expecting to talk to you. Not like this. Can I call you back in a minute?"

Kari's face turned stone cold. "No."

Her tone was ice wrapped in velvet.

"You don't get to decide when to call. You don't get to set the pace. Either you answer my questions right now--truthfully--or you can grab your clothes and get the fuck out of Leo's place. Your choice."

Brit turned to me, wide-eyed, silently begging for help. She looked like she'd been cracked open--embarrassed, disarmed, uncertain. She sank onto the edge of my bed with a shaky sigh, and I sat beside her.

She exhaled. Then looked back at the screen and said, softly, "Yes. I want to fuck Leo."

Kari didn't even blink. "And who is Leo?"

Brit paused. "My bo..." She caught herself. "Your boyfriend."

Kari's expression melted into a smile. Warm. Beautiful.

Dangerous.

"See how good it feels when you do as you're told?"

Brit nodded. "Yes," she said, more steady this time. Her voice still low, but calmer now. Like her body had caught up to her desire.

Holy shit.

Kari was masterful. She had Brit bending like a willow with nothing but her voice. Commanding, seductive, terrifyingly calm.

And I was hard as a fucking rock.

"If you want to fuck Leo--and us," Kari said, her voice turning stern again, "there are some rules you need to follow, my sweet girl."

Brit blinked at the words sweet girl. I saw her breathing change.

"To prove you're worth our time," Kari continued, "you are to do exactly as you're told. Nod if you understand."

Brit nodded.

"From this point on," Kari said, eyes locked, tone razor-sharp, "if you disobey even once--or hesitate too long--you're out. You will leave Leo's place, and you will never contact him again. Ever."

Brit turned to me again.

Eyes wide.

Waiting.

"Don't look at him," Kari snapped. Her voice was sharp, but beneath it was something wickedly playful. "He's not the one in charge. I am. Nod if you understand."

Brit nodded quickly, cheeks burning.

"I don't like calling people names," Kari continued, her tone tilting just enough to tease, "but let's be honest--you were a real cold bitch to this beautiful young man, weren't you?"

Brit hesitated, then nodded again.

"Such a shame," Kari said, her voice softening slightly. "Because you're such a beautiful girl. Isn't she beautiful, Ken?"

"She's a beautiful girl," Ken agreed, his voice low and smooth.

"You were his first," Kari went on, now circling in like a predator in silk gloves. "He loved you. Treated you like a queen. And what did you do? You treated him like dirt. Didn't you?"

"Yes," Brit said, eyes glassy with tears. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't look at me," Kari said, her voice dipping into that mean-sexy-boss register again. "You want to apologize? Then you look at Leo."

Brit turned toward me instantly. Her face was red, her eyes wide and glistening.

"I'm so sorry for being a cold bitch to you, Leo," she whispered.

Kari laughed--soft and wicked. "Not like that. You want to show him you've changed? Then you're going to show him. You're going to prove you'll do anything to make him happy. Get on your knees."

Brit froze.

"On the floor," Kari added. "Right in front of him."

Then Kari turned her attention to me. "Leo, baby--take off your pants and undies."

My heart thumped.

This was getting completely out of hand... and I was 1000% here for it.

Before Brit could even react, I stood up, kicked off my pants and underwear in one motion, and sat right back down at the edge of the bed.

Junior stood at full attention, absolutely thrilled with his starring role in this twisted little play.

Brit moved like she was hypnotized--sliding off the bed and kneeling between my open legs. Her flushed face was a work of art: nerves, shame, and lust all tangled together.

I aimed the phone camera down so Kari and Ken could see her--and see me. On-screen, I caught a glimpse of Kari's devilish smirk just before she winked. Brit couldn't see her, but I could. And that wink said everything.

"Grab his cock and kiss it," Kari said smoothly. "Come on, girl--chop-chop. Haven't got all day."

I gasped--loudly--when Brit's soft fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. Then I nearly lost it when I felt the heat of her breath as she leaned in.

She kissed the head. Right on the tip. Gentle. Slow. Fucking sinful.

"Good girl," Kari purred. Her voice had dropped to pure velvet. "Now... hold his cock, look into his eyes, and apologize to him."

Brit blinked. "Apologize... to his cock?"

Kari burst out laughing. Ken chuckled too.

I, on the other hand, was too hard and too close to combusting to find anything funny.

"No, dummy," Kari said, still laughing. "Hold Leo's cock, and while you do, apologize to him." She smirked. "Though honestly, I'm sure his cock can hear you too."

I was half-expecting Brit to back out. To flinch, cover up, bolt for the door.

But something shifted.

Her expression--once nervous, teary, unsure--transformed.

Her blue eyes sparkled now, not with fear but with heat.

She looked up at me, gaze locked, and pressed the side of her flushed cheek against my cock.

Her voice came out low and thick with want.

"I'm so sorry," she said, breathless, lips brushing the shaft. "For being such a fucking cold bitch to you, Leo."

'Oh... fuck.'

"That's more like it," Kari purred, her tone snapping back into command. "Come on, girl--suck that cock. Now."

Brit didn't hesitate. Her lips parted, and she slid her mouth over the head of my cock, wrapping it in warm, wet heaven.

I exhaled hard, fingers threading into her hair. Her head bobbed eagerly, rhythm building fast, each slurp and suck sending waves of pleasure right through me.

Slurp. Slurp. Ghhahh. Slop.

Yeah--she was good. Really good. Maybe it was the setting. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the wild, electric energy of being watched and directed.

Or maybe Brit had been waiting her whole life for someone to tell her what to do.

"Deeper," Kari urged, voice sharp in my ear. "Take more of him. All the way. Let's see how deep you can go."

Brit moaned around me, pushing further, testing her limit.

She gagged. Coughed. Tried again.

"Still not good enough," Kari said with mock disappointment, grinning through her breathless voice. "Now. Kiss his balls. Lick them. Show him you mean it."

Brit pulled back with a gasp, my cock slipping from her lips with a soft, wet pop. Then she lowered herself further, nose nuzzling against the base of me as her lips found my balls--kissing, licking, slow and sensual.

Holy hell. This was the same Brit who once wouldn't even let me come near her mouth?

Now she was kneeling, worshiping me like I was made of gold.

My breath turned ragged. I groaned as her tongue circled me, lips kissing and teasing with maddening precision.

Suddenly, a loud moan burst through the speaker.

"OH GOD... Kenny!"

Kari.

I looked at the screen.

She had lifted her phone just enough to show what was happening on her end.

Ken was behind her, hands gripping her hips, giving it to her deep and steady. Her pigtails bounced with each thrust, her flushed face glowing with pleasure.

"At least warn me before you slide that thing into me," Kari scolded--barely trying to sound mad.

"Yes ma'am," Ken said, grinning.

Brit paused, glancing up at me. I turned the phone so she could see.

Kari, being taken from behind. Pigtails swinging. Face glowing. The wet sound of skin on skin echoing through the phone. It was surreal. Intimate. Pure sex.

Then I turned it back.

"Stroke his cock," Kari growled, her voice breathy but sharp. "Come on. Can't you multitask? I'm getting fucked and still telling you what to do."

Ken's pace picked up--fast and hard. The sound of him slamming into Kari grew louder, more rhythmic, primal.

"Stroke his cock," Kari hissed. "Now."

Brit raised my shaft off her forehead, then wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, deliberately. Her tongue returned to my balls, kissing and licking while her hand moved up and down, smooth and steady.

Twist. Slide. Stroke. Repeat.

She was giving me a front-row seat to the dirtiest apology in history. And I was in heaven.

"Stop!" Kari shouted suddenly, sharp enough to slice through the room.

Brit froze, lips parted, hand still wrapped around my slick shaft.

"Do I have to teach you everything, Brit?" Kari growled. "I know you've done this before. You're no rookie--but come on. You've got to spit on his cock while you're stroking it."

Brit lifted her head, eyes wide, then leaned in again. She hovered over my swollen tip, gathered a mouthful of saliva--and let it drip.

It hit hot and messy, sliding down my shaft, mixing with everything else.

At the same time, Ken grabbed Kari's pigtails, coiling them around his fists, and started to pound into her with wild, focused rhythm.

"More," Kari gasped. "That cock needs to shine. Spit again. Spit!"

"YEAH--FUCK!" Ken roared as his body tensed, his release crashing into Kari like a wave.

"GAAAWD!" Kari howled in return, her whole body shuddering. "FFFUCK YES!"

Brit kept moving--stroking, sucking, licking, spitting--her focus intense, filthy, unstoppable.

"SPIT! SPIT! SPIT!" Kari screamed as her orgasm hit, her voice ragged with pleasure.

My cock and balls were soaked, completely drenched in Brit's warm saliva. Kari, of course, wasn't done.

"SPIT IN HER MOUTH!" she ordered.

Brit had just opened her mouth to spit again when I followed Kari's command.

I leaned forward--and spit.

Once.

Twice.

A third time--right into her open mouth, her nose, her flushed face.

She froze for half a second. Looked up at me.

I braced myself for the slap. For the walkout. For the explosion.

But it never came.

Instead, Brit kept stroking. Kept licking. Kept spitting.

Strands of sticky saliva clung to her lips, chin, and chest--but she didn't flinch. Didn't wipe it. Didn't even blink.

I spit again. She didn't stop.

She wanted this.

Brit reached up with her free hand, cupped my balls, tickled them gently as she licked her way along the underside of my shaft. Kari's voice echoed through the phone--cheering, urging, commanding.

"Harder. Faster. Spit again! Kiss him. Stroke him. Make him come for you, girl."

It was obscene.

It was perfect.

Junior was losing his goddamn mind.

Brit--Brit--was giving me the filthiest, wettest, most insanely good hand-blowjob of my life. It didn't even feel real. Like I'd slipped into an alternate dimension where Brit was a spit-drenched sex goddess determined to drain every last drop from me.

"I'm gonna come," I groaned, breath heaving.

"Open your mouth, Brit," Kari moaned. "Let him shoot it right down your throat."

Brit obeyed instantly, lips parted, tongue out, eyes on fire.

"Ohhhh shit... mmm, yeah!" I cried as I let go.

Thick ropes burst from me--splashing her tongue, her lips, the back of her throat. She swallowed some. Let some dribble down her chin. Took it all without blinking.

And just like that...

I was emptied.

Ruined.

Reborn.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift in the warmth of the moment--my cock softening slowly, still gently cradled in Brit's sticky, tender grip.

"Swallow," Kari cooed. "Swish it around. Taste it. All of it."

Brit obeyed without hesitation.

Mascara streaked her cheeks. Her lashes clung together, glossy with spit. Her hair, wet and tangled, clung to her flushed face.

And yet--she looked beautiful. Ravishing. Relaxed.

There was a faint, satisfied smile tugging at her cum-glossed lips.

She didn't look pissed. Or embarrassed. Or even ashamed.

She looked... proud. Maybe because she'd gone all in for me. Or maybe--just maybe--because she had pleased Kari.

Whatever it was, it made her glow.

Across the screen, Ken gave Kari's pigtails one final tug before pulling out of her creamed-up slit. He stretched, then slapped her ass with a few loud, playful smacks that echoed through the room.

Brit wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked at me again--this time with the softest, sweetest smile I'd ever seen on her.

She looked happy. Like something inside her had finally unclenched.

Some people fight for control because they're afraid of what happens when they let go. But maybe--just maybe--this is what happens when you surrender completely.

Maybe to break free of inhibition, you have to trust someone enough to push you to places you'd never go alone.

"Good girl, Brit," Kari praised, her voice now like silk. "Now go wash up, baby. Clean that pretty face."

As Brit disappeared into my bathroom, Kari's voice floated through the phone again. "Did you enjoy that, honey?" she asked me. "Do you accept her apology?"

I just smiled and nodded.

When Brit returned, still flushed but fresh-faced, Kari's tone snapped back into command.

"Get dressed."

Brit blinked. "But he hasn't... I mean... he didn't fuck me yet."

"And he's not going to," Kari replied, amused. "Not today, anyway."

"When?" Brit asked, pouting.

"Friday," Kari said with a teasing smile. "At our place. Maybe I'll let Leo fuck you after Ken and I are done playing with you. Right, Ken?"

"Right," Ken added, voice steady and eager. "We'll fuck you first. Because you're hot. And we want to fuck you."

Kari burst into laughter, amused by her husband's adorably blunt delivery.

Brit turned bright red, eyes wide and sparkling. I recognized the look--pure, burning lust. She was gone. Kari had her wrapped around her little finger.

"You have to leave now," Kari instructed. "Go home. Play with yourself if you have to. No contact with Leo unless he reaches out. Otherwise, we'll retract the invitation. Nod if you understand."

Brit nodded.

"Leo will give you the details," Kari continued. "You'll drive yourself to our place on Friday."

"Wouldn't it be easier if I just drove with Leo?" Brit asked innocently.

Kari's voice turned sharp.

"Brit. I'll let that one slide. But never question my decisions again. Understood? Nod."

Brit nodded quickly, eyes wide.

"Not that I owe you an explanation," Kari added, now calm but firm, "but you're bringing your car so that if you say no to anything while you're with us--anything--you can leave. And once you do, that's it. No second chances."

A pause. Then, playfully: "Bye-bye now!"

God have mercy.

After Kari and Ken gave their final goodbyes, I ended the call and walked Brit to the door.

She turned, eyes soft again, and smiled. A real smile. The kind that hits a little too deep.

I winked at her. "Later."

"Bye," she whispered, and then she was gone.

I stood there for a moment, still buzzing. Still naked.

That had gone way better than expected.

Who knew Brit could be so... what's the word?

Not-Brit?

Un-Brit-ish?

There were still too many damn days until Friday.

Will she show up?

Will she actually go through with it?

Stay tuned for the answer to that burning question.