cross-posted from: https://lemmynsfw.com/post/19499178

It all started with that damn confession. I never thought it would lead to this. But there I was, sitting across from her on our couch, the weight of my words still hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“I… I think I have this fantasy,” I stammered, suddenly unsure why I’d even brought it up. My heart raced as she tilted her head, those gorgeous eyes narrowing slightly as she waited for me to continue.

“A fantasy?” she asked, her voice calm but curious.

I swallowed hard, staring at my hands clenched in my lap. “Yeah. About you… cheating on me.”

The room seemed to shift around us. Her lips parted, just slightly, and for a moment, I thought she might laugh. Instead, she leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, and studied me intently.

“You want me to cheat on you?” she repeated, almost incredulously.

I shook my head quickly. “No, not really. Not literally. It’s more like… I want to watch. To know what it feels like to see you with someone else. To feel the jealousy but also… the thrill of it.”

Her silence stretched out, making me squirm. Finally, she exhaled slowly.

“Interesting,” she murmured, biting her lip. “That’s… not what I expected to hear.”

I braced myself for her judgment, her disappointment, or worse—her mockery. But instead, she surprised me.

“You know,” she said softly, leaning back against the cushions, “it kind of turns me on. Thinking about how much you trust me… even if it’s twisted.”

My jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”

She smirked, crossing one leg over the other. “Don’t act so shocked. You’re not the only one with fantasies, you know.”

I stared at her, trying to process what she’d just admitted. She looked so calm, so composed, like this wasn’t the most insane conversation we’d ever had.

Was she serious?

“So… you wouldn’t mind?” I asked cautiously, half-afraid she’d laugh in my face now.

“Mind? No. If it excites you, why not? But it has to be my call,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’d better be prepared for whatever happens.”

I nodded, too stunned to say anything else. The idea of seeing her with another man felt both terrifying and electrifying. But before I could dwell on it further, she changed the subject, and the moment seemed to fade into the background of our lives.

Or so I thought.

Cut to the club a few nights later. The bass thumped through my chest, the dim lights casting shadows over the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor. Emily had grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor, her hips already swaying to the rhythm. Her dress clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and she knew it. Every now and then, I’d catch her glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, a sly smile playing on her lips.

For a while, it was just the two of us, lost in the music and each other. But then I noticed him.

He was standing near the bar, his gaze locked on Emily. Tall, dark hair, built—he looked like he belonged in a fucking magazine. And he didn’t look away when she caught him staring.

Emily’s eyes widened for a second before a mischievous glint replaced it. She turned to me, her expression unreadable.

“Dance with me,” she said, her voice low and smooth.

Before I could respond, she stepped closer, her body pressing against mine. But her attention wasn’t on me anymore. Her hips moved in time with the music, but her focus was clearly elsewhere.

I followed her line of sight and saw him again—Mr. Perfect—watching her like a predator stalking its prey.

“Emily,” I said hesitantly, trying to steady my voice, “are you—”

“Shh,” she whispered, cutting me off. Her fingers brushed against my chest, not in an affectionate way but in a deliberate, almost taunting gesture.

Then, without warning, she broke away from me and headed toward him. My stomach dropped as I watched her approach. She didn’t stop until she was close enough for him to reach out and touch her if he wanted.

He did.

His hand settled on her hip, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into him, her movements fluid and confident. Their bodies pressed together, and I could see the undeniable chemistry between them.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, torn between jealousy and the sickeningly thrilling realization that this was exactly what I’d fantasized about.

When she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes were dark with something I couldn’t quite place. Desire? Challenge? Both?

“Come here,” she called, her voice louder now, but not loud enough to carry over the music.

I hesitated, torn between wanting to tear her away from him and the urge to see where this would go. Before I could make up my mind, she took matters into her own hands.

With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned me closer. Reluctantly, I obeyed, my feet moving of their own accord.

As I approached, she reached out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer until our faces were inches apart.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she breathed, her lips brushing against mine.

I froze, unsure how to respond. Was this real? Or was she just playing along to fulfill my fantasy?

Before I could ask, she turned her attention back to the stranger. His hands were on her now, one sliding down her side while the other gripped her waist.

“What’s your name?” she asked, her voice dripping with flirtation.

“James,” he answered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Well, James,” she purred, “my boyfriend and I have a little game we like to play. Want to join us?”

The dim lighting of the VIP lounge cast a seductive glow over the plush leather couches and low tables. The bass from the club’s speakers thrummed through the walls, vibrating everything in its path, including my racing heart. Emily stood between James and me, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked back and forth between us.

“Let’s make this interesting,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She reached out, threading her fingers through James’s, then mine, bringing our hands together. “We’re all playing tonight. No rules, no limits.”

No rules, no limits. The words echoed in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. I glanced at James, his blue eyes locked on Emily, his expression intense. He wasn’t backing down, and neither was I.

Emily led us to a corner couch, her hips swaying provocatively as she moved. She sat down, pulling James onto the seat beside her. His large frame dwarfed the space, but he didn’t seem to mind. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh softly.

I watched, entranced, as they interacted. Emily’s hand rested on James’s thigh, her fingers tracing idle patterns just above his knee. Her gaze flicked to me, daring me to join them.

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Aren’t you going to come closer?”

I hesitated for only a moment before sliding onto the couch on her other side. My leg brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Emily smiled, clearly pleased by my decision, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into her.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. “Now, let’s see what James can do.”

James’s hands were already moving, one cupping Emily’s jaw while the other slid down her back, pressing her closer to him. His touch was confident, deliberate, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Emily moaned softly, her head falling back to give him better access to her throat.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The way James kissed her felt possessive, like he was staking his claim. Emily melted into it, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. And then, without warning, she turned her attention to me.

“Your turn,” she said, her voice breathless. She pulled away from James just enough to reach for me, her fingers tangling in my hair and tugging me toward her.

Our lips met in a heated kiss, her tongue sliding against mine with practiced ease. Her body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my frame. I could feel James’s presence behind her, his hands still roaming over her skin, adding another layer of intensity to the moment.

Emily broke the kiss, her breathing uneven as she looked at me with those captivating green eyes. “Do you like watching me with him?” she asked, her voice dripping with sensuality.

Like wasn’t the right word. Obsessed might have been more accurate. I nodded, unable to speak, my throat too tight with anticipation.

“Good,” she purred, turning back to James. “Because I want you to watch everything.”

James smirked, clearly enjoying the power dynamic. His hand traveled lower, moving under the hem of Emily’s dress to stroke her thigh. She whimpered, her nails digging into my arm as she shifted closer to him.

I watched, transfixed, as James’s fingers danced higher, inching closer to her core. Emily’s eyes closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as his touch grew bolder. Her hand slid down my chest, coming to rest on my belt, her meaning clear.

“Take him off,” she instructed, her voice steady despite the obvious pleasure coursing through her. “I want to feel him inside me.”

My hands moved quickly, unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants with trembling fingers. Emily’s hand guided me, positioning me where she wanted me. When I was finally free, she wasted no time, wrapping her hand around me and stroking firmly.

“Look at him,” she said, her gaze meeting mine. “He’s so hard for you. Aren’t you, baby?”

I groaned, nodding helplessly as she continued to stroke me. James watched intently, his own arousal evident beneath his pants. Emily’s other hand reached for him, unzipping his fly and releasing him from his confines.

“Now,” she said, her voice hoarse with desire, “let’s see who can make me scream first.”

She straddled James, lowering herself onto him with agonizing slowness. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she took him deeper. Her eyes never left mine, locking me in place as she rode him.

I couldn’t look away, couldn’t move. Everything about the scene was intoxicating—the way she moved, the sounds she made, the sheer brazenness of it all. My hand moved on its own, stroking myself in time with her rhythm.

“Faster,” Emily demanded, her voice breaking. She clenched around James, her body tightening as she built toward release.

James obeyed, thrusting up harder, making her arch her back and cry out. Her head fell back, her hair cascading around her like a waterfall, exposing her neck for anyone to see.

But no one else mattered. It was just the three of us, locked in this moment of raw, unfiltered desire.

“Come for me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. “Both of you. Now.”

Her words were the final trigger. James let out a guttural growl, his body stiffening as he came inside her. I followed soon after, spilling over her hand and onto my stomach as she continued to ride him, milking every last drop of pleasure from both of us.

Emily collapsed forward, her forehead resting on James’s shoulder as she caught her breath. Her hand stayed on me, squeezing gently as if to remind me that she hadn’t forgotten about me.

“Was that good for you?” she asked, looking at me with a sly smile.

I could only nod, my mind still reeling from the intensity of it all.

“Good,” she said, her voice soft but filled with promise. “Because we’re not done yet.”