THREE MONTHS EARLIER:

The air in their living room hung heavy with lust, tinted blue from the glow of their 83" TV, where bodies writhed and moaned in high definition. As was their nightly ritual, Daniel sat naked on the leather couch, his skin prickling with anticipation. Miranda lounged beside him, gloriously topless, her magnificent 48DD breasts hanging free and heavy, crowned with stiff pink nipples that begged to be sucked. The pink lace of her crotchless panties did nothing to hide the glistening folds beneath, the fabric already darkened with her arousal.

Daniel's fingers worked inside Miranda's drenched pussy, the wet sounds of his penetration nearly drowned out by the pornographic soundtrack filling their home. Miranda's hand glided expertly along Daniel's modest 5-inch cock, her thumb circling the sensitive head until pre-cum beaded at the tip.

With a wicked smile, Miranda released her grip on his throbbing shaft. Her emerald eyes locked with his as she deliberately licked his pre-cum from her fingers, savoring his taste with a low hum of approval. With practiced grace, she gathered her cascade of auburn hair into a ponytail, the simple act transformed into erotic theater by the heaviness of her breasts as they shifted with her movements.

She pushed Daniel's invading fingers away from her soaked center and slid to the floor between his spread thighs. Kneeling before him like a worshipper at an altar, she planted feather-light kisses on his straining cock, each touch of her crimson lips sending jolts of electricity up his spine.

Miranda reached for the coffee table, her movements languid and deliberate. She selected a cigarette from the pack and placed it between her plump lips, the white paper stark against the deep red of her lipstick. The flame from her lighter briefly illuminated her face in golden light as she inhaled deeply, her cheeks hollowing in a way that made Daniel's cock twitch with anticipation.

The scent of smoke filled his nostrils, triggering a Pavlovian response in his groin. Something about Miranda smoking had always driven him wild—in his most private moments of self-pleasure, he'd fantasize about her exhaling lazy spirals of smoke while rubbing her magnificent tits, bringing himself to earth-shattering orgasms with these images burned into his mind.

Miranda took another deliberate drag, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly exhaled directly over his weeping cock. The warm smoke caressed his sensitive flesh, making him shudder with need. She placed the cigarette in the ashtray before wrapping her lips around his cock in one fluid movement, taking him to the root while her manicured fingers cupped his heavy balls.

"Fuck," Daniel gasped, his voice ragged with desire.

Her tongue swirled around his cockhead with expert precision, finding every sensitive spot as if she'd mapped his pleasure centers with scientific thoroughness. Daniel's control fractured; he grabbed a fistful of her auburn hair, the silky strands tangling around his fingers as he fought the urge to thrust.

Miranda pulled back with an obscene slurping sound, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock for a breathtaking moment before breaking. She spat deliberately on his shaft, the warm wetness adding to his natural lubrication as she began stroking him with agonizing slowness.

Her free hand reached for the cigarette, bringing it back to her lips. She took one deep drag after another, each exhalation directed at his cock, the smoke curling around his throbbing member like possessive fingers. With each lungful of smoke she released, Daniel felt his arousal climbing to near-unbearable heights, his balls tightening with the need for release.

"Mmmmm, let go and open your mouth, little slut," Daniel ordered, his voice dropping to a commanding growl that surprised even him.

Miranda's eyes flashed with excitement as she released his cock and parted her lips obediently. Daniel grabbed the back of her head with sudden urgency, shoving his cock past those perfect red lips and into the wet heat of her mouth. He began fucking her face with savage intensity, his hips pistoning as primal sounds escaped his throat.

Miranda moaned around his invading shaft, the vibrations adding another layer to his pleasure. She slid one hand between her spread thighs, plunging three fingers into her sopping cunt while her thumb worked furious circles around her swollen clit. The wet, squelching sounds of her self-penetration mingled with the obscene soundtrack of cock meeting throat.

From the television, the actors added their performance to the symphony of lust, two well-endowed men taking a woman from both ends, their grunts of effort and her muffled screams of pleasure spurring Daniel and Miranda to greater heights of depravity.

Suddenly, Daniel yanked his cock from the warm paradise of Miranda's mouth. She looked up at him with confusion, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva, her chest heaving with each breath.

"Why did you pull out?" she panted, her fingers still buried knuckle-deep in her pussy. "I want you to explode in my mouth. I want to feel you pumping down my throat."

Daniel's eyes darkened with new purpose. "I have a thought," he said, his voice husky with barely contained lust. "From your stories, you used to be quite the slut. You fucked everyone and anyone, you had threesomes, foursomes, and more."

Miranda's pussy clenched around her fingers at his words, her cream coating her hand as she continued to pleasure herself. "What are you getting at, Daniel?" she asked, though the hungry look in her eyes suggested she already knew.

"I want us to have a threesome," he declared, his cock twitching at the very idea. "I want it to be you, me, and another man."

A slow, predatory smile spread across Miranda's face as she extracted her glistening fingers from her pussy. "That sounds like fun, Daniel," she purred, bringing her coated digits to her mouth and sucking them clean with pornographic enthusiasm. "I would love to suck your cock while another man is fucking your ass."

The image her words conjured sent a violent spasm through Daniel's groin. "fuuccckkk," he groaned, his cock jerking untouched.

"Tell me what you want," Miranda urged, rising to straddle his lap without quite making contact with his eager cock. "Paint me a picture of this fantasy. How would it go? What would we do to you? What would you do to me?"

Daniel's breath quickened as his mind raced with delicious possibilities. "I want to watch you take another man's cock," he confessed, his hands roaming over her lush curves. "I want to see your perfect pussy stretched around a thick shaft while your mouth is wrapped around mine."

Miranda moaned, grinding her wet core against his thigh, leaving a slick trail of arousal on his skin. "And after I've been thoroughly fucked," she whispered against his ear, "would you want him to bend you over? Would you want to feel his cock stretching your tight little ass while I watch?"

"Yes," Daniel hissed, his hips bucking upward involuntarily. "I want to be filled while you tell me what a good boy I am, taking it so well."

"Maybe I'd get my strap-on," Miranda continued, her voice a velvet caress against his feverish skin. "Maybe I'd fuck your mouth while he pounds your ass. Would you like that, baby? Being used from both ends until you're nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure?"

Daniel's cock throbbed painfully with need. "That is so fucking hot," he groaned, his control slipping away entirely. "Fuck, I want you. I need you, Miranda."

Unable to resist any longer, Miranda shifted her position, kneeling on the couch with her legs spread wide on either side of Daniel's thighs. She turned to face the television, ensuring they could both witness the brutal fucking on screen while joining in their own carnal dance.

With excruciating slowness, she lowered herself onto Daniel's straining cock, the heat of her pussy enveloping him inch by delicious inch. A shuddering moan escaped her as he filled her completely, her inner walls clenching around him like a velvet fist.

Daniel's hands found her magnificent breasts, kneading the soft flesh as Miranda began to move. She raised and lowered herself on his shaft with increasing urgency, each downward motion accompanied by a wet sound that filled the room with the evidence of her arousal.

"Rub my clit," she commanded, guiding one of his hands downward. "I'm so fucking horny for you, Daniel. Fuck me, fuck me hard."

Daniel's fingers found her swollen bud, circling it with firm pressure as he began thrusting upward to meet her downward movements. The slap of flesh against flesh joined the cacophony of their passionate sounds.

"Fuck me like the whore that I am, Daniel," Miranda cried, her back arching as pleasure built within her. "Fuck me!"

"You like that, don't you, whore?" Daniel growled, emboldened by her filthy words. "You need my cock. You want me to fill your cunt up with my cum?"

His thrusts grew more frantic, his control fracturing as he neared the precipice. With one hand, he pinched her nipple cruelly between his fingers; with the other, he captured her clit in a similar grip. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure made Miranda howl with delight.

With one final, brutal thrust, Daniel buried himself to the hilt and exploded, his cock pulsing as he painted her inner walls with rope after rope of hot cum. "Take it all," he grunted, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

But Miranda wasn't finished. She grabbed Daniel's hands and forced him to continue rubbing her clit with increased pressure and speed. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop," she begged, her voice breaking as she chased her own climax.

Daniel attacked her clit with furious abandon, circling and flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves while simultaneously sinking his teeth into the back of her neck. The sharp pain of his bite was the final push Miranda needed; she screamed as her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy contracting rhythmically around his softening cock, milking every last drop of his seed.

Breathless and satiated, Miranda lifted herself off Daniel's spent member and turned to face him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing as they shared the taste of their combined arousal. The pornographic soundtrack continued in the background, but neither paid it any attention, lost as they were in the afterglow of their shared passion.

When they finally broke apart, Miranda's emerald eyes gleamed with mischievous intent. "Okay," she said, her voice honeyed with promise. "If we're going to have a threesome, there's only one rule."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"We cannot touch each other sexually until we actually have the threesome," she declared, trailing her fingernails lightly down his chest. "We can masturbate in front of each other—in fact, I think we should. We'll keep following our routine and watching porn every night. You'll always be naked in the house, and I'll either be in lingerie or naked too."

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she continued. "Nothing changes except that we cannot touch each other. If either of us breaks the rule, the other one gets to choose the punishment for the rule breaker."

The thought of watching Miranda pleasure herself night after night without being able to touch her was both torturous and thrilling. Daniel's cock gave an interested twitch despite his recent orgasm.

"That sounds like a great rule," he agreed, already imagining the delicious torture of their self-imposed abstinence—and the explosive release that would follow when they finally found someone to join their forbidden game.

PRESENT DAY:

Daniel slowly stirred awake as his alarm went off in the morning, the sun just poking out and shining in the window.

"Close the blinds," Miranda said sleepily.

Daniel got out of bed and closed the blinds. As he was walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day, he looked over at Miranda's naked body sprawled across their sheets, her tits rising and falling with each breath, auburn hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo of fire.

"How about you let me eat you out right now," he asked, lust thick in his voice, his cock already twitching to life.

"Not now," Miranda purred, stretching languidly, making her voluptuous curves ripple with the movement. "Tonight, after Victor blows his load in me. But how about I join you in the shower and we get ourselves off? No touching each other, though, not until tonight." Her emerald eyes gleamed with wicked promise.

"Fucking deal," Daniel said with enthusiasm, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to get to the bathroom.

As they stepped into the shower, hot water cascading over their bodies, Miranda wasted no time. She licked her fingers, making a show of getting them wet with her saliva, then slammed them into her dripping pussy with such force that her massive tits bounced gloriously.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she screamed, thrashing her head from side to side, water spraying from her soaked hair. Her body twisted and contorted against the shower wall, her free hand slapping against the wet tiles as she bucked wildly against her own fingers. "Holy shit, my cunt is so fucking wet!"

She pounded her soaked hole ruthlessly, her hips jerking in violent spasms, forcing her to brace one foot against the opposite wall to keep from sliding down. The wet squelching sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of her drenched pussy echoed off the shower walls, competing with her filthy stream of profanity.

Daniel grabbed his now rock-hard cock and started stroking it, mesmerized by the erotic display before him. He couldn't believe how fucking noisy Miranda was being, each desperate whimper and guttural moan going straight to his throbbing shaft. Was this because she knew she was going to finally get fucked after months of no sex? Or was it because she was excited to be skewered on another man's cock tonight? The thought made his balls tighten with a confusing mixture of jealousy and arousal.

Miranda suddenly stopped her frantic fingering, her pussy visibly clenching around nothing as she reached out of the shower into the toy box they kept stored nearby. She rooted around until she found what she was looking for, her slicked fingers leaving wet marks on everything she touched.

"Turn around, Daniel," she commanded, her voice filled with need.

Daniel obeyed instantly, bracing his hands against the slick tile wall.

Miranda took the anal beads she'd grabbed and covered them generously with lube from the shower caddy. Without warning, she pressed the first bead against his puckered hole and pushed firmly, watching with satisfaction as his rim stretched to accommodate the intrusion.

"Now fuck yourself with them," she commanded, guiding his hand to the base of the toy.

Daniel reached behind and grabbed hold of the anal beads, starting to fuck himself slowly. Each sphere popped past his tight ring with a delicious pressure that made his cock jerk and drip pre-cum into the swirling water below. He gradually increased his pace, bucking his hips in time with his thrusts, careful not to slip on the wet shower floor.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Miranda purred, her fingers returning to her neglected cunt. "You like having your ass filled? Imagine what Victor's thick cock is going to feel like stretching this greedy hole tonight."

All Daniel could do was nod his head in desperate agreement, incoherent moans filling the steamy bathroom. His vocabulary had been reduced to primal sounds of pleasure as each bead pressed against his sensitive prostate.

He fucked himself faster and faster, his moans growing louder and more frantic. His knees began to tremble violently, threatening to buckle beneath him. He braced himself more firmly against the shower wall, forced to slow the relentless pace of his self-fucking.

"Turn around," Miranda said, her voice dripping with dark promise. "Today is your lucky day."

Daniel turned, his cock standing at full attention and leaking. Miranda was on her knees before him, water cascading over her luscious curves, making her alabaster skin glisten like polished marble.

"Keep fucking yourself with the beads," she instructed, licking her plump lips in anticipation. "I'll suck you until you blow your load or until you stop fucking yourself, whichever comes first."

Without further preamble, Miranda enveloped Daniel's aching cock in the wet velvet of her mouth. Damn, she had missed this the salty-sweet taste of him, the weight of his shaft on her tongue, the way the veins pulsed against her lips. She was suddenly unsure how she'd managed to hold out for the last few months, denying herself this pleasure.

As she sucked Daniel's modest but eager cock, taking him to the back of her throat with practiced ease, she reached around and pushed his hand away from the beads. She took control of them, establishing a merciless rhythm pulling them almost completely out before shoving them back in, perfectly timed with each downward stroke of her mouth on his shaft.

Daniel couldn't believe his fucking luck. How had he managed to marry this ravishing vixen with the body of a pin-up girl and the sexual appetite of a succubus? He started bucking his hips involuntarily, fucking her gorgeous mouth while she fucked his ass.

Miranda let out throaty moans around his cock, the vibrations sending electric pulses up his spine. She looked up at him through water-spiked lashes, her emerald eyes blazing with carnal hunger. The sight of her this magnificent creature on her knees, her tits swaying hypnotically with each movement, her crimson lips stretched around his girth was too much for Daniel to bear.

"Miranda, fuck, I'm going to…" he gasped, his entire body going rigid as his orgasm built to a crescendo.

In response, Miranda started pulling and pushing the beads in and out faster. Daniel's vision blurred as his cock erupted, painting the inside of Miranda's eager mouth with pulse after pulse of his hot cum. The beads still stretching his hole made each spurt more intense than the last, his entire body convulsing with pleasure.

Miranda kept his hot sticky load pooled in her mouth, the salty-sweet taste coating her tongue as she carefully maintained her grip on the anal beads, keeping them firmly lodged in his trembling body.

When the final aftershocks of his climax subsided, Miranda rose to her feet with feline grace, her mouth still full of his release. She pressed her body against his, her heavy tits flattening against his chest, and captured his lips in a hungry kiss.

With deliberate slowness, she parted his lips with her tongue and pushed the cum into his mouth. The creamy fluid passed between them, warm and thick against his tongue. Daniel moaned into the kiss as he accepted his own essence, the taste of himself mixing with the lingering flavor of Miranda's mouth.

His hands instinctively moved between her thighs as they continued to kiss passionately. Miranda immediately widened her stance, bracing one leg on the edge of the tub, giving him complete access to her dripping sex.

"Swallow it," she commanded against his lips, her hand still firmly holding the base of the anal beads embedded in his ass. "Every last fucking drop."

Daniel obeyed without hesitation, his throat working as he swallowed his cum, the act of submission sending another wave of pleasure through his overstimulated body. He could feel the thick fluid sliding down his throat, marking him from the inside with his own release, all while his fingers explored her slick folds.

His fingers found her pussy, already swollen and engorged with need. He slid two fingers deep into her velvet heat without preamble, making her gasp into their kiss. The wet, hungry sounds of her cunt gripping his probing digits echoed against the shower walls as he established a ruthless rhythm, curling his fingers to stroke that rough patch of flesh that drove her wild.

"Yes, fuck yes," she hissed, breaking away from the kiss, her head falling back as water cascaded down her throat and between her heaving breasts. "Rub my fucking clit."

Daniel obeyed, his thumb finding her swollen bud and circling it with firm, deliberate pressure. Miranda's hips bucked violently against his hand, riding his fingers as water streamed down their joined bodies. Her pussy clenched and pulsed around his invading digits, cream flowing freely to coat his palm.

"Fuck! Right there, don't stop!" she cried out, her internal muscles clamping down on his fingers with brutal force. Her tits heaved with each ragged breath, water droplets clinging to her stiff nipples before racing down the slopes of her creamy flesh.

Miranda's body went rigid, her pussy spasming violently around his fingers as her orgasm crashed through her. "I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls as she ground herself against his hand, riding out wave after wave of intense pleasure.

When the final aftershocks subsided, she gently removed his fingers from her oversensitized flesh, bringing them to her mouth to lick them clean with pornographic enthusiasm.

"Consider that a preview of tonight," she purred, finally setting the beads aside. "Now hurry up take those beads out of your ass and get ready for work." She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, the scent of both their releases mingling in the steamy air. "And tonight, you’ll finally get the slut you have been fantasizing about."

Daniel watched in a post-orgasmic daze as Miranda stepped out of the shower, water streaming down her voluptuous curves. Tonight couldn't come soon enough.

Daniel dried off and dressed, his eyes lingering on Miranda's naked form sprawled across their bed. Her curves glowed in the soft light of the television, her auburn hair a tangled halo around her face, and those magnificent tits. His cock twitched with renewed interest despite their recent activities.

As he reached the bedroom doorway, he turned back with a devilish smile. "I'll text you your punishment sometime today."

Miranda's emerald eyes widened, her full lips parting in surprise. "What punishment? Why do I get punished?"

"Well, my sexy little slut," Daniel drawled, leaning against the doorframe, "you broke the rules not once, but twice. Once last night when you fucked me with the strap-on and again this morning in the shower." His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Rules are rules."

Miranda sat up, the movement causing her heavy breasts to bounce in a way that made Daniel's mouth water. "But honey," she pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a deliberate attempt to sway him, "you got to enjoy being with me."

"I did," Daniel agreed, his cock hardening at the memory of her dominating him with the strap-on, and then again in the shower with her wet, soapy body pressed against his. "In fact, my orgasms were fucking mind-blowing. But the deal was no touching, and whoever broke the rule would be punished. You initiated both times, so that means you broke the rules."

Miranda crawled across the bed toward him, her movements feline and predatory. "Don't make me wait," she purred, her voice husky with lingering desire. "Tell me now what my punishments will be. I can't wait until tonight for you to tell me." The desperation in her tone revealed how the prospect of punishment aroused her as much as it disciplined her.

Daniel considered for a moment, enjoying the power he held. "I'll compromise," he finally said. "I'll give you your punishment for last night, and then sometime while I'm at work, I'll text you the second punishment."

Miranda's breath caught, her nipples visibly hardening with anticipation.

"Your first punishment is that Victor fucks me first tonight, and you cannot watch or touch yourself while he fucks me." Daniel's voice was firm, unyielding. "You will be handcuffed to the chair, and you will have a blindfold on. You won't get to see or touch yourself until he blows his load deep into my ass."

A visible shiver ran through Miranda's body, her thighs pressing together as if to contain the sudden rush of wetness between them. "That's so mean, Daniel," she whispered, even as her pupils dilated with arousal. "At least let me finger myself while you get fucked."

Daniel's expression hardened. "No. And if you keep whining about it, I will increase this punishment." His tone left no room for argument, the quiet authority in his voice making Miranda's pussy clench involuntarily.

She lowered her eyes submissively, though a hint of that wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Okay, sexy," she acquiesced, her tone suggesting that while she accepted the punishment, she was already plotting ways to make him pay for it later.

Daniel gripped the steering wheel as the early morning traffic crawled along the highway. His mind was a hurricane of filthy thoughts, each more depraved than the last as he contemplated Miranda's second punishment. The memory of her in the shower, water cascading over those magnificent tits while she sucked him dry, made his cock stir against his slacks.

"Fuck," he muttered, adjusting himself as he changed lanes. The anal beads had left him feeling deliciously empty, his ass clenching around nothing as he remembered the exquisite pressure. Tonight, Victor would fill that emptiness with something much more substantial.

His phone chimed with a text notification. He glanced down at a red light to see Miranda had sent him a photo – just the curve of her hip and the edge of those crotchless panties she knew drove him wild. No caption necessary.

Daniel's mouth went dry. He tucked his phone away, focusing on the road while his mind raced with possibilities for her second punishment. Something that would drive her absolutely mad with desire while simultaneously giving him exactly what he wanted to see.

He pulled into the company parking lot, his cock hard just thinking about tonight. As he stepped out of his car, he fired off a quick text:

Your second punishment: Tonight, after Victor fucks me, you'll suck his cock clean while I watch. You're not allowed to touch yourself during this either. When he erupts in your mouth, you aren't allowed to swallow. Instead, you'll crawl to me with his cum pooled on your tongue, pressing your lips to mine in a deep kiss as you feed me every drop of his hot seed. In fact, any cum that enters your pretty little mouth tonight belongs to me - you'll transfer every thick, salty load directly from your mouth to mine. You don't get to taste the satisfaction of swallowing a single drop tonight. All that delicious cum is mine to consume while you watch, knowing exactly what you're missing.

The three dots appeared immediately, showing Miranda was typing a response. Daniel smiled and pocketed his phone without waiting for her reply. Let her stew in that for a while.

The workday dragged endlessly. Each meeting, each email, each conversation with colleagues felt like excruciating foreplay before the main event. By lunchtime, Daniel was practically vibrating with sexual energy, his cock threatening to burst through his slacks at the slightest provocation.

During his lunch break, he locked himself in a bathroom stall and pulled out his phone. Three more photos from Miranda awaited him – each more explicit than the last. The final one showed her spread wide on their bed, three fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy, her face contorted in pleasure. The caption read: Can't wait for Victor to fill me up tonight. Practicing taking something big.

"Fuck me," Daniel groaned, his hand instinctively moving to his crotch. He needed relief, and he needed it now.

With trembling fingers, he dialed Miranda's number. She answered on the second ring, her voice thick with arousal.

"Hey baby," she purred. "You enjoying the photos?"

"You're such a fucking tease," Daniel growled, unbuckling his belt with his free hand. "I'm in the bathroom at work with a rock-hard cock because of you."

Miranda's husky laugh sent shivers down his spine. "Mmm, I love knowing I have that effect on you. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to jerk off thinking about what Victor's going to do to us tonight," Daniel admitted, freeing his aching cock from his boxers. "Fuck, I can't wait to feel his thick shaft stretching my tight ass."

"That's so fucking hot," Miranda moaned. "I wish I could see it. You bent over, taking his cock inch by inch, your face twisted in that mixture of pain and pleasure I love so much."

Daniel stroked himself slowly, pre-cum already leaking from his tip. "I've been thinking about it all morning," he confessed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "How it's going to feel finally having a real cock in my ass instead of toys."

"Tell me more," Miranda urged, her breathing becoming more labored. Daniel could picture her lying across their bed, legs spread wide, fingers working her dripping pussy as they spoke.

"I keep imagining how thick he's going to be," Daniel continued, his strokes becoming faster. "How he's going to stretch me open wider than I've ever been before. How his hot cum is going to feel flooding my insides."

As Daniel was getting into graphic detail about how Victor would pound his ass, he heard the bathroom door swing open. Footsteps echoed on the tile as someone entered the adjacent stall. Daniel froze mid-stroke, his cock throbbing painfully in his grip.

"Hold on," he whispered into the phone, trying to control his heavy breathing.

He heard the occupant of the next stall settle in, followed by the unmistakable sound of belt buckle and zipper. Daniel was about to whisper a goodbye to Miranda when he realized he recognized the shoes visible beneath the stall divider – polished loafers with distinctive red laces. Calvin from IT.

Calvin, with his broad shoulders and knowing smirks. Calvin, who'd once commented on Daniel's "fuckable mouth" at the Christmas party before laughing it off as a joke. Calvin, whose name had been on Daniel's list of potential thirds before Victor had responded.

A wicked idea formed in Daniel's lust-addled brain.

"Miranda," he whispered into the phone, his voice barely audible. "Calvin from work just came into the bathroom. He's in the stall next to me."

"The one who said you had a fuckable mouth?" Miranda's excitement was palpable through the phone.

"Yes," Daniel confirmed, his cock twitching at the memory. "I think... I might proposition him."

There was a brief silence before Miranda's voice returned, dripping with desire. "Do it. Fucking do it. Let me listen."

Daniel's heart pounded in his chest as he deliberately raised his voice, continuing their conversation. "I can't wait to feel a real cock stretching my tight ass tonight. My mouth is watering just thinking about sucking a thick shaft while you watch."

The movement in the next stall stopped. Daniel could practically feel Calvin listening intently.

"You're such a fucking slut," Miranda played along, her voice loud enough that Daniel knew Calvin could hear through the phone. "You've been fantasizing about taking a cock in your ass for months."

"For years," Daniel admitted, stroking himself slowly again. "I need it so badly. I need to be filled, to be used."

Suddenly, Calvin whispered “I've wanted to fuck you since the Christmas party. Is this conversation for real?”

Daniel's cock jumped in his hand. He quickly told Miranda what Calvin said, Miranda responded immediately FaceTime me NOW.

With shaking hands, Daniel switched to FaceTime. Miranda answered immediately, her face flushed with arousal, her magnificent tits barely contained by a lacy bra.

"Let me talk to him," she demanded.

Daniel knocked gently on the divider. "Calvin?"

"Yeah?" came the hesitant reply.

"My wife wants to talk to you."

There was a pause, then the sound of Calvin standing up and buckling his pants. Daniel unlocked his stall door, and moments later, Calvin's handsome face appeared in the doorway. His dark eyes widened at the sight of Daniel's exposed cock, then flicked to the phone where Miranda was waiting.

"Hello, Calvin," Miranda purred, adjusting her position to give him a better view of her cleavage. "I'm Miranda, Daniel's wife."

Calvin swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I remember seeing you at the Christmas party," he managed, his voice rough with obvious desire.

"I understand you've wanted to fuck my husband," Miranda continued, her tone conversational as if discussing the weather. "Is that true?"

Calvin's eyes darted between Daniel and the phone. "I... yes," he admitted finally. "Since the Christmas party when he wore those tight pants."

Daniel felt heat rush to his face – and to his cock, which twitched visibly.

"Well, you're in luck," Miranda smiled, a predatory gleam in her emerald eyes. "We were planning to have someone else taking his anal virginity tonight, but I'd love to see what you can do right now."

Calvin's eyes widened further. "Right now? Here?"

"Why wait?" Miranda challenged. "Daniel's been dying to suck a cock and get his ass filled. I think the bathroom adds a certain... urgency to the situation, don't you?"

Calvin licked his lips nervously, then nodded. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"I want you to fuck my husband's mouth while I watch," Miranda declared. "Then I want you to bend him over and take his ass virginity right there in the bathroom."

Daniel's heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn't the plan. Victor was supposed to be his first. But the raw, animal lust coursing through his veins made rational thought impossible.

"What do you say, Calvin?" Daniel asked, his voice husky with need. "Will you let me suck your cock while my wife watches?"

Calvin didn't respond with words. Instead, he locked the door to the bathroom and began unbuckling his belt. Daniel positioned the phone, so Miranda had a clear view as Calvin freed his cock a magnificent specimen, thick and veined, with a glistening drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip.

"Holy fuck," Miranda breathed, her free hand disappearing below the screen where Daniel knew she was touching herself. "That's a gorgeous cock."