Jen and Nate had been dancing around the idea of bringing a third into their bedroom for months. Tonight, at the sleek, modern martini bar, the chemistry was palpable, the air thick with possibility. Jen, dressed in a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her curves, and Nate, in a sharp suit that made his eyes sparkle, were the epitome of a power couple out for a night of fun.
Jen's eyes wandered across the bar, and that's when she saw him—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a chiseled jawline and a smirk that promised trouble. He was nursing a drink, his eyes scanning the room with an air of confidence. Jen felt a flush creep up her cheeks as she met his gaze. Nate noticed her reaction and leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. "You want him, don't you?" he whispered, his voice laced with amusement.
Jen bit her lip, her heart pounding. "Maybe," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Nate chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Then go get him," he dared, a challenge in his voice.
Jen took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she signaled the bartender. She ordered a martini, extra dirty, just the way she liked it, and asked for it to be sent to the handsome stranger. The bartender nodded, a knowing smile on his lips as he prepared the drink.
The drink arrived, and the stranger's eyes flicked to Jen, a nod of appreciation in her direction. Jen felt a thrill run through her, her pussy growing wet with anticipation. Nate's hand found hers under the table, his thumb tracing circles on her skin, grounding her.
Time passed, the clink of glasses and low hum of conversation filling the air. Then, the stranger stood and made his way over to their table. "Thanks for the drink," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I'm Marcus."
Jen introduced herself and Nate, her voice barely steady. Marcus pulled up a chair, his presence dominating the space. The conversation flowed easily with Marcus’s humor having Jen and Nate laughing in no time. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and Jen found herself drawn to him, her body humming with desire.
As Marcus excused himself to use the restroom, Jen turned to Nate, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nerves. "I want him," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. Nate's eyes darkened with desire, his hand squeezing hers. "Then let's make it happen," he said, his voice low and husky.
Marcus returned, his eyes flicking between Jen and Nate, a knowing smile on his lips. Nate leaned in, his voice casual. "We're heading back to our hotel for a nightcap. Care to join us?" Marcus’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'd love to," he replied, his voice laced with promise.
At the hotel, the suite was bathed in soft, warm light, the city lights twinkling in the distance. Drinks were poured, and the conversation flowed easily, the tension between the three of them palpable. Marcus leaned in, his hand cupping Jen's cheek, his thumb brushing her lips. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Jen's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at Nate, who nodded, his eyes encouraging her. She leaned in, her lips meeting Marcus’s in a soft, tentative kiss. Marcus’s hand found the back of her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Jen moaned, her body melting into his.
Nate's hand found her thigh, his fingers tracing circles on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Jen's hands found Marcus’s belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire. "I want to taste you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Marcus’s eyes darkened with desire, his hand guiding hers to his cock. Jen's breath hitched as she felt his length, hard and thick under her fingers. She undid his pants, her eyes never leaving his as she freed his cock, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. Brian groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed in pleasure.
Jen leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste him. Marcus groaned, his hands finding her hair, guiding her as she took him into her mouth. Nate watched, his eyes dark with desire, his hand stroking his own cock through his pants. Jen's head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around Marcus’s shaft, her lips wrapped tightly around him.
Marcus’s groans filled the room, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. Jen's pussy was wet, her clit throbbing with need. She could feel Nate's eyes on her, his hand stroking her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She moaned around Marcus’s cock, the vibrations making him groan louder.
Marcus’s hands tightened in her hair, his hips bucking up as he came, his cock pulsing in her mouth. Jen swallowed, her eyes watering slightly as she took all of him. She pulled back, her lips glistening, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Nate pulled her up, his lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Marcus watched, his eyes dark with desire, his cock already hardening again. Jen's hands found Nate's belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. She undid his pants, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers stroking him gently. Nate groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed in pleasure.
Jen turned to Marcus, her eyes wide with desire. "I want both of you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Marcus’s smile widened, his hand finding her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips. "Then let's make it happen," he said, his voice low and husky.