I still remember the first time you told me about Ash. We were lying in that cheap motel bed after we’d eloped, your fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare hip, and you said, “There’s something you should know about how I am with him.” I thought you meant you were bi. I almost laughed. But then you told me about the hotel rooms, the girls you’d shared, the way you and Ash could fuck in the same space without it ever getting weird. And instead of being disgusted, I felt my pussy clench.
So when you suggested the staycation, I knew what you were doing. You wanted to see if I’d break. If I’d finally let go of that good-girl shell I’d been carrying since college, back when you were the senior who looked at me like I was a meal you weren’t allowed to eat.
The cabin had a pool and a fire pit, and by the time the sun went down, Ash’s girlfriend Maze was already tipsy, her bikini top loose around her tits. I wore a black two-piece that made you keep your hand on my thigh under the table. You and Ash were in boxers, and I couldn’t stop staring at the outline of your cock through the thin fabric, knowing Ash was probably just as hard.
Dinner was loud and stupid, everyone laughing too much, and then Maze said, “Let’s play truth or dare, but the dirty version.” Ash grinned. Sarah, his other friend, leaned forward, her tits nearly spilling out. I squeezed your hand so hard my knuckles went white.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” you whispered, and then you kissed me. Not a peck. A deep, claiming kiss that made everyone go quiet. When you pulled back, my lips were wet and my face was hot.
“Fuck, John,” Maze laughed. “Claiming your territory already?”
Ash looked at me then. Really looked. And I felt something shift in my chest, like a door I’d kept locked for years finally creaking open.
“What’s the game?” I asked, my voice smaller than I wanted.
Ash leaned back in his chair, his boxers tenting obscenely. “We share. We’ve done it before. Me and John, we like watching each other. And sometimes we like… participating.”
I looked at you. You didn’t look away. “I told you, baby. You don’t have to play.”
But something in me wanted to. The same something that made me save myself for years, only to give it to you on a night when I was stone sober and you told me a story that made my thighs slick. The same something that made me marry you in secret because I needed you to know I wasn’t playing around.
“I want to play,” I said.
The fire crackled. Maze clapped. Sarah bit her lip.
You pulled me onto your lap, my back against your chest, and I could feel your dick pressing against my ass. “Then show them how wet you are,” you murmured, and your hand slid into my bikini bottoms.
I gasped. Your fingers found my clit immediately, circling slow and mean, and everyone watched. Ash’s hand moved to his own lap, palming himself through his boxers. Maze kissed Sarah, and Sarah moaned into her mouth, and I realized this was all for me. To break me open.
“She’s soaked,” you announced, and I whimpered as you pushed two fingers inside me. “She’s been like this since we got here. Haven’t you, Dews?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck, yes.”
You pulled my bikini top down, baring my tits to the night air, and Ash made a low sound in his throat. “God, those are perfect,” he said. “Can I?”
You nodded against my hair. “Go ahead.”
Ash stood and walked over, and I watched his cock bob behind his boxers as he knelt in front of me. He looked at you first, then at me. “I’m going to suck on them,” he said. “If you want me to stop, say so.”
I didn’t say anything. I just arched my back.
His mouth was hot and wet on my nipple, and I cried out as he sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the peak while you kept finger-fucking me from behind. Sarah and Maze were making out now, hands all over each other, but I couldn’t look away from Ash’s mouth on my breast.
“You like that?” you asked, your breath hot on my ear. “You like another man’s mouth on you while I finger your cunt?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, I like it. I fucking love it.”
You pulled your fingers out and made me suck them clean, and the taste of myself on your skin made me dizzy. Then you lifted me, turned me around, and bent me over the arm of the outdoor couch. My bikini bottoms were yanked down, and the cool air hit my wet pussy.
“Ash,” you said, and your voice was rough. “You want a taste?”
“Fuck yes,” Ash said, and then his face was between my legs, his tongue flat and broad against my cunt, and I screamed.
He ate me like he was starving, his tongue pushing inside me, his nose rubbing my clit, and you stood beside us, stroking your cock while you watched. Sarah and Maze had stopped kissing to watch too, and I could feel their eyes on my spread ass, my dripping pussy, my face twisted with pleasure.
“She’s close,” you said. “Make her come, Ash.”
Ash sealed his lips around my clit and sucked, and I shattered. My whole body convulsed, and I gushed into his mouth, and he drank it down like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
When I finally stopped shaking, you pulled me up and kissed me, and I could taste myself on your tongue mixed with the faint trace of Ash. It was