Guest Privileges

I hadn't seen Alex and Ella in nearly a year--not since they moved to the city. So when Alex texted asking if I wanted to visit for the weekend, I said yes before he even suggested dates.

I liked them both. A lot. Alex and I had always been flirty in a safe, never-crossed-it way. There had always been a spark, but he had also been the only guy friend I'd ever had who never made a move.

Ella was... well, Ella was a mystery. Beautiful, quiet, self-possessed, but oddly radiant when she'd let her guard down. I hadn't stayed with them since they had gotten married and I didn't really know what to expect... but I definitely didn't expect this.

It started small. The first night, we'd had wine, sat around their kitchen table, and caught up on gossip. At some point, Alex asked Ella to pour more wine.

He didn't say it like a request. It was a command, wrapped in warmth. "Ella, wine. And bring Emma one of the nice glasses."

What was stranger was how she reacted--immediately. Eyes down, smiling soft, she stood and obeyed without hesitation, walking barefoot across the kitchen in a way that felt almost... rehearsed? But not in a bad way. In a hot way. I thought I imagined it.

But I hadn't.

The clues stacked up quickly: She never sat unless told. She waited by the wall after dinner while Alex and I kept chatting. When I caught her kneeling by the couch the next morning, just watching him drink his coffee, I nearly choked on mine.

He noticed my look. "We have kind of a... lifestyle thing," he said casually, like telling someone they were vegetarian. "Ella enjoys being submissive."

Ella nodded, blushing. But it wasn't shame. It was pride. She looked happy. Peaceful, even.

"Oh," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "Cool."

And it was cool. But it was also confusing. And hot. And maybe a little dangerous--for me.

Because by that night, I couldn't stop watching. Watching her serve him breakfast shirtless, nipples perked, not once meeting our eyes until spoken to. Watching the way she knelt by his feet during a movie, head resting lightly on his knee.

"You're curious," Alex said at one point, catching my gaze. There was no judgment. Just an invitation.

Ella looked up at me then. And she smiled. "You can ask anything."

So I did. For the next hour, we talked. They explained their rules, their rituals, their safewords. Ella described her love of being "used" and how humiliating herself in front of others made her feel seen in ways nothing else did.

"Even with friends?" I asked.

"Especially with friends," she said, eyes locked to mine.

"Well, certain friends," Alex clarified

And just like that, the door was open.

The next morning, I found her kneeling in the hallway again. I walked by in just a towel, still dripping from the shower, and stopped in front of her.

"Good morning," I said slowly.

"Good morning, Emma."

I looked down at her. She kept her eyes respectfully low.

"Are you waiting for him?"

She nodded.

A beat passed. Then I lifted the corner of my towel just enough to flash my thigh. "You don't have to wait on him to be useful."

She hesitated. But then she leaned forward--slow, careful--and kissed my ankle. Then my calf. Then higher.

I let out a soft moan before pulling the towel back over myself and shuffling off to my room, shocked at what had just happened, but I could already tell, I was in it.

Chapter 2

After some time collecting myself in the guest bedroom and getting dressed, I emerged and could hear her moving through the apartment--quiet steps, drawers opening and closing with practiced care. The house had a hush to it, like Sunday mornings used to feel as a kid. Sacred. Still.

Ella was in the kitchen, nude except for a black leather collar around her neck. On the kitchen table was a matching leash.

She turned when she heard me, and smiled like it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be seeing her like this. Like I was welcome.

"Hi," I said sheepishly. "Where's Alex?"

"He'll be back in a little bit, he had to go run some errands. Want some coffee?" she asked, already holding a mug out.

I nodded, unable to find words just yet. As I reached for the cup, our fingers brushed. Something charged passed between us. She didn't move away.

Ten minutes later, I was on the couch, legs draped over the edge, sipping my coffee slowly. Ella knelt between my legs like it was where she belonged.

Her mouth was warm and careful at first--like she was learning me, testing how I wanted to be touched. But she got bolder quickly. Her tongue found rhythm. Pressure. Depth.

I gasped when she moaned into me--low and soft, like she was grateful to be there. Like I was the one doing her a favor.

My eyes fluttered shut. I let my head fall back. And then--

The front door opened.

Footsteps. A bag rustling.

"Oh--shit," I said, sitting up abruptly, thighs pressing together on instinct.

Ella didn't flinch. She simply slowed, resting her cheek softly on my inner thigh, waiting.

"Hey," Alex said casually as he walked into view, keys already dropped into the bowl by the door. "Went to the store"

I was frozen, mid-panic, legs still parted but tense. I scrambled for a throw pillow and held it against myself like a shield.

"You're okay," he said easily, putting down the bag of groceries and walking toward me. "Don't cover up on my account."

My heart was hammering, but something in his tone--casual, unfazed--started to calm me. He sat beside me like we were picking up a normal conversation.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked.

I blinked. "Uh... fine?"

His eyes flicked to Ella, who hadn't moved, just breathed softly against my skin.

"She's sweet in the mornings, isn't she?" he said.

"I--yeah," I said, breath catching as Ella resumed, slowly. Tentatively.

I didn't stop her.

Alex leaned back, arm draping across the back of the couch behind me. "So I was thinking," he said, eyes on mine, "we could take you to that rooftop bar tonight. The one with the view of the river. Sound good?"

"Mmhm," I managed, biting down on a moan as Ella's tongue found me again--deeper now, more insistent. I clutched the pillow tighter but didn't push her away.

He smiled, brushing a thumb across my cheek. "You're adjusting well."

"I don't know what I'm doing," I whispered.

"You don't have to," he said. "Just try to relax and enjoy your weekend."

He kissed me then--soft, patient, but firm enough that I knew I was wanted. Not just included. Wanted.

I melted into it. My legs loosened. My hips started to move without thinking. I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled me closer, gripping under my thighs, and shifted me easily into his lap. I could feel him hard beneath me. I didn't hesitate.

My T-shirt slid up over my hips as I straddled him. He kissed my neck, then my collarbone, then lower, and I arched against him, dizzy with heat.

When he pushed inside, I gasped--half from the stretch, half from the shock that I wanted this so badly.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We rocked together, slow and steady, and it was only then that I felt it--Ella's mouth again. I had almost forgotten her.

This time, however, her tongue wandered, sliding up his shaft, across the lips of my pussy and then gently probing my asshole as I started grinding up and down on her husband's cock.

My breath hitched. "Oh--God."

Alex didn't stop. "She likes to stay involved."

"I didn't know--"

"Do you want her to stop?"

I shook my head, dazed. "No. Just... surprised."

He kissed me again, his hands gripping my ass tight and spreading it for her as he guided me up and down. "Let her surprise you."

Ella's tongue worked between my cheeks, soft and rhythmic, while I rode him in slow circles, each pass dragging sparks across every nerve. I felt completely full--filled, taken, watched.

The heat built fast. The pillow slipped from my grasp. My fingers dug into Alex's shoulders as I broke apart, moaning into his neck, hips stuttering.

Ella stayed with me through it--gentle, attentive, present.

I collapsed forward, chest heaving, head resting on Alex's shoulder.

Nobody spoke for a while.

Eventually, I said, "So... brunch?"

Alex laughed, his hand smoothing over my spine. "Yeah. But maybe... room service first."

Ella nuzzled lightly against my leg, as if in agreement.

I started to shift off his lap, but Ella moved first--easing me back gently, spreading my thighs wider with a reverence that made me shiver. I gasped as I felt her mouth again, tender and deliberate, licking me clean.

She moaned softly as she did it, like she couldn't help herself.

"She always does that," Alex murmured. "She gets... possessive about my cum."

I turned to look at him, dazed and still fluttering with aftershocks.

"The way she sees it, it's hers," he added, a little smirk in his voice. "Even if I put it in someone else."

I looked back down at Ella--her eyes closed, her tongue slow and thorough as she cleaned every drop of her husband's cum from me.

"She likes making sure none goes to waste."

I shivered again, overwhelmed by the intimacy of it, by how practiced and hungry and tender she was. It wasn't just about service. It was worship.

Ella finally pulled back, chin and lips glistening, eyes shining, and rested her cheek softly on my thigh again.

I reached down and stroked her hair without thinking.

And for the first time, I realized I wasn't just visiting anymore.

I was wanted here.

And I might not want to leave.

Chapter 3

The light had shifted golden by the time I realized it.

We were all sprawled across the living room--bodies flushed, tangled, spent. Or at least I was spent. I'd come twice since noon, once on Alex's cock again and once from Ella's tongue while he watched, stroking her hair like she was a well-behaved pet. Every time I thought I might feel awkward or out of place, something about the ease between them pulled me right back in. Like I belonged there. Like they wanted me there.

But now, lying with my head in Alex's lap and my legs over Ella's, something nagged at me.

"Has she..." I paused, then sat up, turning to look at Alex. "Wait. Has Ella even cum once today?"

Alex looked up from his glass of water, completely unfazed. "No."

I blinked. "At all?"

He shook his head. "Not a priority."

I glanced at Ella. She was curled on the floor beside the couch, head resting on my knee, smiling faintly. Blissed out.

"She... enjoys the build-up. The denial. The frustration. It makes her more obedient."

"But like," I pressed, confused, "she has to eventually, right?"

Ella looked up at that, her cheeks flushing, but it wasn't shame. It was something more complicated. Anticipation, maybe.

Alex leaned forward slightly, voice low. "Ella, tell Emma about our rule."

She inhaled slowly, then turned her face toward me, eyes heavy and bright.

"When we fuck," she began, almost whispering, "Alex doesn't use my pussy."

My brow furrowed. "Why not?"

She swallowed. "Because it's too needy. Too greedy and desperate. I can't be trusted with it."

I stared, not sure whether to be shocked or aroused.

"My ass is better," she continued, her voice more certain now. "It's tighter. Obedient. Less desperate for attention. It's the only place he puts his cock."

My breath caught.

Ella looked up at me fully then, her voice soft and serious. "Would you like to see?"

I nodded before I could think.

She moved gracefully, rising onto all fours in the middle of the room. She faced away from us, lowering her chest to the rug, spreading her knees wide, presenting herself without hesitation.

"Good girl," Alex murmured.

He stood, unhurried, as if about to perform some mundane task. And in a way, it was mundane--routine. Ritual. Maintenance.

He spit into his hand, pressed himself against her, lined up, and slid in. No teasing. No warning. Just steady pressure until he was fully buried inside her. Her toes curled as she winced, but he she took it so well.

Ella groaned--low, trembling--and immediately reached between her thighs, fingers circling her clit in desperate little spirals.

I couldn't look away.

Alex moved with mechanical precision--deep, steady strokes, one hand gripping her hip, the other braced on her back. He didn't moan. Didn't sigh. Just watched her face as she squirmed beneath him, legs trembling.

"This is the only way she's allowed to cum now," he said calmly, looking at me. "It's what keeps her focused."

Ella's voice was muffled in the rug. "It's true... I can't help it... it's so much better like this..."

She was panting now, every inch of her body straining toward release.

Alex slowed slightly. "Ask her."

When she didn't respond, he smacked her ass hard. Ella whimpered, lifting her head just enough to speak.

"Emma," she gasped. "Please... may I come?"

My throat went dry. The power of it. The intimacy.

"Yes," I said, barely breathing. "You can."

She shattered immediately--crying out, body locking up as the orgasm tore through her. Her legs shook violently, her hand still working even as she came, as if she didn't want it to end.

Alex pulled out before she finished shaking. No fanfare. Just... done. Ella stayed exactly where she was--face down, back arched, ass high and trembling.

That's when Alex turned to me.

His eyes trailed down my body, pausing on the way I'd squirmed closer without realizing. My thighs were pressed together tightly. I was practically vibrating.

He stepped toward me and dropped to his knees.

"Come here," he murmured, coaxing my legs apart. I lay back on the rug, breath already shaky, as he lowered his mouth to me.

His tongue was confident, practiced. He didn't tease--he ate, and I was quickly drowning in the heat of it.

But then he spoke again, voice muffled against my skin. "Ella. Stay in position. Spread yourself for Emma."

I barely had time to wonder what he meant before I saw her shift. Still kneeling, Ella reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing everything--glistening, raw, her gaping hole leaking with his cum, twitching slightly with every breath.

"Jesus," I whispered.

Alex looked up briefly. "Go on. Tell her what you see."

I hesitated, flushed, heart pounding.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"You do," he said, tongue teasing me again. "Just say what's in your head."

I stared. And then I did.

"You look... ruined," I said, voice shaking. "Wrecked. Like he used you up and left you empty."

Ella whimpered softly.

My voice got bolder. "God, your hole's still open. You're leaking like a broken toy."

Her fingers twitched toward her clit again.

"She likes it," Alex said, curling a finger inside me. "Keep going."

I bit my lip. "You look desperate. Like you'd let anyone do that to you, just to feel full. Just to feel wanted. It's pathetic!"

Ella moaned again, this time louder, hips rocking gently as her hand found rhythm.

"She's filthy," I breathed, moaning as Alex's mouth returned to me. "A filthy little cumdump who loves being degraded."

I didn't recognize my voice anymore. It was raw. Dark. Free.

And as I watched Ella finger herself with fevered abandon, eyes fluttering and mouth open with pleasure, I felt my orgasm crest like a tidal wave.

"Oh my God--"

I came hard, shuddering, fingers tangled in Alex's hair, eyes locked on Ella's debased, glistening form as I kept talking--kept spilling--

"You're disgusting. And beautiful. And so fucking lucky."

When the shudders passed and I collapsed back onto the couch, dazed and panting, the room was silent except for our breathing.

I didn't know what I'd just become.

But I knew I wanted more.