Rose had been watching Tim all night. The way he laughed at her husband’s stupid jokes, the way his throat moved when he swallowed his beer, the way his jeans hugged his ass when he leaned against the kitchen counter. She’d worked beside him at the pharmacy for two years, stealing glances over pill bottles and pretending not to notice the heat that pooled low in her belly every time he said her name.
Now he was upstairs in the attic bedroom, passed out after one too many whiskeys. Her husband Mich had insisted Tim crash there instead of driving home. So fucking considerate of him.
Mich snored beside her, dead to the world after his own six-pack. Rose lay still for twenty minutes, listening to the rhythm of his breathing, her heart hammering against her ribs. Then she slipped out from under the covers.
The stairs creaked but she didn’t care. Her bare feet were silent on the attic floorboards. Moonlight spilled through the small window, painting Tim’s sleeping form in silver and shadow. He was on his back, one arm flung over his head, sheet tangled around his waist. His chest rose and fell slow and steady.
Rose pulled her nightgown over her head and let it puddle at her feet.
She peeled back the sheet. Tim stirred, mumbling something incoherent, but didn’t wake. Not until she straddled his hips and pressed her naked body against his.
“Rose?” His voice was thick with sleep and confusion. “What the fuck—”
She silenced him with her mouth. Her tongue pushed past his lips and she ground her pussy against the growing bulge in his boxers. He tasted like whiskey and something sweeter underneath. For a terrifying second she thought he might push her away, but then his hands were on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, and he was kissing her back hard.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathed against his neck, reaching down to free his cock. It sprang up thick and already leaking. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
Tim groaned as she positioned herself and sank down onto him. The stretch made her gasp. He filled her completely, better than she’d imagined during all those slow afternoons at work. She rode him with desperate rolls of her hips, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back.
“Fuck, Rose, your pussy is so tight,” Tim grunted, thrusting up to meet her. His thumb found her clit and she nearly screamed.
Neither of them heard the footsteps on the stairs.
Rose was close, so fucking close, when she opened her eyes and saw movement in the doorway. Her husband stood there in his boxers, one hand braced against the frame, the other wrapped around his own hard cock. His expression wasn’t angry. It was hungry.
Tim noticed her freeze and followed her gaze. His body went rigid underneath her. “Shit. Mich, I—”
“Don’t stop on my account.” Michs voice was rough, almost amused. He stroked himself slowly, watching his wife impaled on another man’s dick. “I’ve known about your little crush for months, Rosie. Figured you’d act on it eventually.”
Rose’s mind raced. She should be mortified. Terrified. Instead, a wicked smile curved her lips. She clenched around Tim deliberately and he hissed through his teeth.
She climbed off him, his cock glistening with her wetness, and walked naked across the room. She took Tim by the hand and pulled him to his feet. Then she led him to where her husband stood.
“Come on,” she said, looking from one man to the other. “Let’s go to our bed. It’s bigger.”
The bedroom was dark except for the lamp Mich switched on. Rose pushed Tim onto the mattress and crawled after him, but she grabbed her husband’s wrist and tugged him down too. Three bodies tangled together, hands everywhere, mouths exploring unfamiliar territory.
Mich kissed her first, deep and possessive, while Tim’s lips traced down her spine. Then the men’s eyes met over her shoulder and something unspoken passed between them.
“I want you both,” she said. “At the same time.”
They positioned her between them, her back against Tim’s chest, facing Mich. Tim entered her pussy from behind while Mich guided his cock into her mouth. She moaned around him, spit dripping down her chin as they found a rhythm. Tim’s fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise. Michs hand tangled in her hair, not forcing, just holding.
“Such a good little slut,” Mich murmured, and Rose whimpered with pleasure. “You like having two cocks at once, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer with her mouth full, but her body said everything. She pushed back against Tim’s thrusts while working her tongue along Mark’s shaft.
Then Mich pulled out and moved behind her. She felt Tim slip out of her pussy, and then wet fingers were circling her ass. She tensed for a moment, then forced herself to relax.
“That’s it,” Tim whispered in her ear. “Let me in.”
The pressure was intense as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Rose cried out, and Mich caught the sound with his mouth, kissing her deeply while Tim slowly filled her ass. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Mich positioned himself at her pussy and slid home.
They both fucked her, two thick cocks separated by only a thin wall of flesh. Rose had never felt so full, so completely possessed. Every nerve ending was on fire. She babbled nonsense, curses and pleas and both their names tangled together.
Tim came first, flooding her ass with hot spurts while buried to the hilt. The sensation pushed Mich over the edge and he emptied himself into her pussy with a guttural groan. Rose shattered between them, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm, leaving her trembling and boneless.
They collapsed in a heap of sweaty limbs and labored