It started with flirtation. That subtle but growing energy between Chasey and RC whenever they crossed paths—just enough to make David curious, and a little nervous. RC had been David’s friend for years, the kind of guy who never seemed to try too hard but still drew people to him. Confident, funny, handsome in that rugged way. And when Chasey suggested maybe inviting RC into their bedroom for a night of experimentation, David didn’t know if he was excited… or terrified.
Still, how could he say no? Chasey wanted it. And when she wanted something, there was a fire in her eyes that made everything feel electric.
The three of them drank wine on the couch, laughing, brushing shoulders, that crackling tension building between glances and shared smiles. Chasey was radiant in her silk robe, a low neckline exposing her collarbones and that teasing curve of her breasts. RC’s eyes lingered often—David saw it—and Chasey didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she leaned into it.
Eventually, Chasey took David’s hand and RC’s too, leading them both to the bedroom. She was bold, already undressing, the robe falling from her shoulders like she was shedding expectations and just stepping into her pleasure. RC followed suit with casual confidence, revealing a broad, athletic body and—David’s heart thudded—a cock that was… significantly bigger than his own.
They kissed her together at first. But soon, things began to shift.
RC took the lead. His hands gripped her waist, her thighs, exploring her like he already knew what she wanted. Chasey moaned louder for him than she had in a while, and David stepped back instinctively. He told himself he was giving them space, but really, he felt like a guest in his own marriage bed.
As RC slid inside her, Chasey gasped and arched against the sheets.
David swallowed hard.
RC moved with confidence, and Chasey responded with hunger, grabbing at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. She kept moaning his name. And while David watched—naked, hard, but untouched—he felt a strange mix of awe, arousal, and something that stung deep inside. He couldn’t look away.
Then Chasey’s eyes flicked toward him.
“Baby… are you okay?” she asked mid-thrust, her voice breathy but tender.
David blinked, caught off guard. He nodded quickly, forcing a small smile. “Y-yeah. I’m okay.”
She smiled at him. “Good. Then come closer, sweetheart. I want you to really watch us.”
Her tone was soft but commanding, and David obeyed, stepping toward the bed. From this angle, the difference between RC and him was impossible to ignore—RC’s size, the way Chasey responded, her body trembling, nails scratching at the sheets.
At one point, RC popped out mid-thrust, and without missing a beat, Chasey turned her head to David. Her expression was flushed, sensual, but clear.
“Can you put him back in?” she asked sweetly, like she was asking him to hand her a glass of water.
David froze. His heart raced. “What?”
She winked. “Put him back in for me, babe. I’m not done.”
RC just chuckled, looking down with a raised brow but didn’t say a word.
David hesitated, then reached for RC’s cock—hot, heavy, slick with her arousal. It pulsed in his hand, unfamiliar and intimidating. With trembling fingers, he guided it back to Chasey’s waiting entrance, and she let out a deep, grateful moan as it slid back in. The sound haunted him—in the best way.
The pace picked up. Her body was flushed with pleasure, hips rolling back to meet each thrust. And David just knelt there, right beside them, watching the woman he loved being utterly taken. And loving it.
RC groaned as he finished, holding deep inside her as his breathing slowed. Chasey purred, wrapping her legs around him, milking every last drop with a squeeze of her hips.
Then, with a sultry smile, she flipped onto her belly, spreading her thighs wide. She glanced over her shoulder at David.
“Come clean me, baby.”
David froze again. “Wait… what?”
RC chuckled, reaching for his glass of water, clearly not expecting that twist.
But Chasey didn’t let up. Her voice was playful but firm, that wicked little smile dancing on her lips. “You heard me. Come clean me.”
David crawled between her legs. The scent hit him first—musky, raw, real. He hovered, unsure, but Chasey reached back, placing her hand gently on the back of his head.
“Finish what you started,” she whispered.
And with slow pressure, she guided his face closer.
He hesitated, winced, even gagged a little at the taste—but he didn’t pull away. Not this time. He licked. And licked again. RC’s cum was leaking from her, and Chasey moaned softly as David worked to clean every drop. His reluctance gave way to something deeper—devotion, maybe. A strange pride in being useful. In pleasing her in a way only he could.
When she was satisfied, she rolled over and pulled David up into a kiss. Deep, slow, with her tongue exploring his mouth like a reward. Her lipstick smudged, eyes soft.
She looked at both men with satisfaction. “Well that was fun.”
RC laughed. “Damn. You two are wild. I didn’t expect that, but… damn, that was hot.”
Chasey winked. “I like being in control.”
David sat beside her, his heart still pounding, head spinning. But part of him felt oddly… content. Like he’d stepped through a doorway into something new, and terrifying, and thrilling.
RC raised his glass. “To next time?”
Chasey clinked it. “To next time.”
And David—still stunned, still aroused, still processing—just nodded slowly.
Yeah. Next time.
