It had been a few months since that night.

Sean was healed now mostly. The cast was off, the limp was slight, and his friends were no longer at his beck and call. But something from that night hadn’t faded.

We’d been wild since. Experimental. Dirtier than I ever thought we’d dare. There were nights where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, where I’d whisper filth into his ear and he’d get hard just from the memory of watching his friends take me. We hadn’t done anything like that again, but it opened something between us. It had been the best night of my life and we had never been closer since. I wanted to pay him back. 

Which is why I was sitting at a back table in our favorite coffee shop with Liz and Bex, hands wrapped around a mug of tea.

Liz and Bex sat in their usual contrasting glory. Bex in her classic plaid shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, jeans tight, her short, dark hair cropped close to the sides of her head. She leaned back in her chair with the kind of relaxed confidence that always made people assume she was in charge.

Liz, on the other hand, looked like the epitome of the male fantasy. Blonde waves, soft makeup, low-cut cream sweater that framed her generous chest like a frame around a masterpiece. She had a way of sipping coffee that made you forget your own name.

I had introduced them.

Back when Sean and I were still dating, Liz had been my coworker and Bex my climbing gym buddy. At the time both had been dating men but a casual wine night at mine had led to them meeting. They moved in together six months later. Married in twelve. It had been sweet, sexy, a little insane. And now here they were, my closest friends.

“I want you to fuck my husband,” I said.

No build-up, no polite circling. Just straight in. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.

Bex blinked, mid-sip, and Liz nearly choked on her latte.

I laughed. “Let me back up. A few months ago, Sean got hurt. Stupid accident. Broken leg. He roped his friends into being his private manservants for weeks. They cooked, cleaned, fixed things, then one of them made a joke about fucking me and, well, one thing led to another.”

Their expressions were somewhere between shock and admiration.

“I fucked them,” I said, more calmly now. “All three. With Sean watching. It was wild. Liberating. And we’ve never been better since.”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table.

“So now, I want to return the favor. This time, I want to be the one watching. I want to see him enjoy himself just like I did.”

The table went quiet.

Bex and Liz exchanged a long look, still shocked but I also thought I saw intrigue. Liz leaned toward her wife and whispered something, lips brushing Bex’s ear. Bex tilted her head, murmured back. They were smiling now, like this was suddenly the most exciting conversation they’d had all week.

Then Liz turned to me, one perfectly arched brow raised. “We’d kind of prefer to fuck you,” she said slowly.

I laughed sharp, delighted. “If you can fuck Sean into a quivering wreck and still want to go another round, I’ll let you take your shot.” I said it as a joke, not really expecting them to accept.

Bex grinned like a wolf. “Deal.”

Movie night wasn’t out of the ordinary. Liz and Bex came over all the time. Sometimes we drank too much wine and mocked bad rom-coms. Sometimes we got deep and emotional about everything from politics to past lovers. Sean loved them, always had. He thought this was just another chill Friday with friends.

He had no idea what I’d planned.

The wine was flowing. Bex was curled up on one end of the couch with her long legs folded underneath her like a jungle cat, and Liz was draped across the cushions like she was born to lounge. I was nestled against Sean, playing it casual, waiting for the right moment.

We made it through half a movie before I picked up the empty wine bottle, stood up and stretched.

“Crap,” I said, grabbing my phone. “We’re out of wine. I’m gonna run to the shop.”

Sean looked up, all relaxed and buzzed. “Need help?”

“Nope. You three stay cozy.”

I grabbed my bag, slipped on my shoes, opened the front door just enough to make it sound like I’d left then crept back down the hall to stand just outside the living room.

Liz’s voice was the first to break the silence, low and sultry, “So, Sean,” she said smoothly, “Katie told us everything.”

I could practically hear his eyebrows raise.

“Everything?” he asked, cautious.

Bex let out a low chuckle. “Mhm. About how your friends ended up as housemaids. And how Katie thanked them.”

Silence.

Then Liz again, softer now. “She told us about the night. About watching you watch her.”

Sean cleared his throat. “Right. Okay. Wow. She really told you all of that?”

“We’re her best friends,” Bex said casually. “Of course she told us. She was glowing when she did.”

I could hear him shift on the couch. A soft exhale. His nerves were getting the better of him and that made him even cuter.

Liz continued, her tone wrapping around the room like smoke. “So we started thinking, maybe it’s your turn.”

“She gave herself to your friends,” Bex added, “but you never got anything back. No one returned the favor.”

“And here we are,” Liz said. “Willing. Curious. Definitely not shy.”

Sean laughed, awkward, nervous, but not dismissive. “You’re both very kind,” he said, and I could almost see him squirming, “but I, erm, Katie didn’t mention anything. She didn’t say.”

“Oh, she didn’t?” Bex said, voice dripping with mock innocence. “You mean she didn’t tell you that she wanted us to come over here, seduce you, and fuck your brains out while she was at the shops?”

“I mean, no, she really didn’t.”

Liz leaned in then “But you want it, don’t you?”

Sean didn’t respond immediately.

“I mean, look at you,” Bex chimed in. “You’re already hard. And we haven’t even touched you yet.”

Silence again.

Then Sean’s voice tight, low, conflicted.

“I’m… flattered. And yeah, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on. I mean, Jesus, look at you two. But I wouldn’t. Not without Katie saying yes. I couldn’t. That’s not how we are.”

God, he was so good sometimes it almost hurt.

I shook my head, grinning to myself. Loyal little bastard. Completely overwhelmed, and still trying to be honorable. It was sweet. Adorable.

I pushed the door open like I’d never left.

“Sean,” I said, voice flat but eyes sparkling, “you’d better fuck my friends soon or I’ll do it for you.”

He jerked upright on the couch like someone had just dropped a glass of cold water in his lap.

“Wait… you were!?” His eyes darted to the door, then back to me, realization dawning.

And then the rest of what I’d said hit him.

“Or you’ll?!” he stuttered, blinking like I’d spoken in tongues.

Liz let out a rich, delighted laugh. “Oh, Katie, now you’ve gone and broken him.”

She leaned back, curling one leg under her, her lips curved in a slow, wicked grin. “He doesn’t know if he wants to fuck us or watch you fuck us.”

Bex didn’t laugh. She just stood up.

“Well,” she said, shrugging off her plaid shirt in one smooth motion, “I’m fucking someone.”

The fabric hit the floor with a soft flutter.

Her tank top clung to her perfectly, and when she pulled that over her head too, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my jaw from dropping. Her torso was all lean lines and muscle not bulky, just toned in a way that made me instantly jealous. Her abs flexed slightly as she stretched, arms raised, then lowered slowly as she turned toward Liz.

And they started making out.

Not shy. Not testing the waters. Just hands in hair, lips crashing, Bex’s fingers digging into Liz’s waist as Liz moaned softly and arched into her.

Sean hadn’t moved.

He was staring. Stunned. Like someone had handed him a fantasy he didn’t realize he was allowed to touch.

Then, finally, he turned away from the scene on the couch and crossed the room toward me. His eyes were wide, his mouth still slightly open in disbelief.

He grabbed me by the waist, pulled me in, and kissed me “You’re the best,” he whispered against my lips.

I smiled into the kiss, then leaned up to his ear and murmured, just loud enough for him to hear:

“Then be the best for me. Go give them a right good fucking, lover. For me.”

He groaned and I could feel the arousal radiating off him.

I curled up in the armchair, wine glass in hand, and the best view in the house.

Sean hesitated at the edge of the couch. Not out of fear. Just overwhelmed. Turned on. Nervous in the way a man gets when he knows he’s out of his depth but also about to live out a fantasy he didn’t dare say out loud.

Liz turned first, eyes catching the light. She stepped up to him slowly, hands gentle on his chest, and leaned in close to his ear. She whispered something I couldn’t hear, but I didn’t need to. I saw the way his eyes fluttered shut. The groan he let out, low and helpless. Whatever she said, it melted something in him.

Then Bex was in front of him, already working at his belt.

She didn’t say a word. Just unbuckled it, her fingers steady, eyes locked on his face the whole time.

Sean looked like he couldn’t breathe.

Liz kissed his neck softly, one hand curling behind his head, keeping him steady as Bex tugged the belt free and moved to his jeans. 

From my chair, I barely breathed.

His jeans slid down over his hips.

I bit my lip.

Bex reached into his boxers, slow and sure, and freed him. Sean groaned again a deeper sound this time, laced with disbelief. Like this couldn’t be happening, like his brain was still trying to catch up to the reality that my two best friends were purring over him like he was a tasty dessert.

Liz reached for his hands and lifted them, guiding them to her chest.

Her sweater was soft, loose-knit easy to pull aside. She helped him slip it down one shoulder, revealing a pale blue bra that hugged her breasts beautifully, her skin flushed with rising heat. Sean cupped her like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to. Liz just smiled and arched into his touch.

“Good boy,” she murmured, loud enough for me to hear.

Bex leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him, and Sean buckled at the knees.

She took him slow at first just the tip, tongue flicking around the end. 

I exhaled slowly, my hand tightening around the stem of my glass.

Watching this, watching him, was intoxicating.

Bex started to bob, letting him feel every inch of her mouth, every warm stroke, every bit of pressure as her head began to move in a smooth rhythm.

I shifted in my seat slightly, heart pounding, thighs pressing together. This was better than I had imagined.

Sean’s breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling in uneven waves, his hands still resting awkwardly on Liz’s curves like he didn’t know whether to hold on or pray for mercy.

Liz helped him decide.

She stepped in closer, nudging his hands up to her shoulders, and whispered, “Take it off.”

He hesitated, just long enough for her to smile, then reached for the hem of her sweater and tugged it up and over her head. She reached back and inn a smooth motion unhooked her bra, letting it fall, landing on Bex’s head as she continued to bob on his cock.

Her breasts spilled free, full and high, her nipples already tight with arousal, her skin warm and flushed under the soft glow of the lamp. Sean’s mouth dropped open slightly. His hands came back up instinctively, cupping them with a reverence that was almost sweet.

I watched from my chair, heat blooming low in my stomach, biting the inside of my cheek as my husband stood there, cock twitching in Bex’s mouth, hands full of Liz, completely at their mercy.

Bex kept a steady rhythm, mouth sliding over him with precision not rushed, not showy, just relentless. Apart from shaking her head to shake off Liz’s bra. Her hands pressed into his hips now, guiding him to thrust gently into her mouth. She was letting him fuck her face, but only just; she was the one deciding how deep, how fast, how much he could take.

Sean groaned, low, guttural. “Fuck,” he whispered. Liz leaned in and kissed his neck. 

I shifted again, my free hand brushing against my inner thigh. I didn’t touch any further, not yet, but my body was begging for it. Every moan, every gasp, every sound Bex’s mouth working his cock made was driving me wild.

Liz kissed Sean again, softer now, her lips brushing his as his hips rocked forward.

Then she reached down, undid the button of her jeans, and murmured against his mouth, “Take these off too.”

And he did.

Fingers trembling, breath shaking, cock thrusting into Bex’s mouth I watched as my husband slid Liz’s jeans down her legs as she stepped out of them.

Sean had one beautiful woman bare beside him, another grinning with spit-slick lips in front of him.

I couldn’t wait to see who he took first.

Sean looked up at Liz, naked now, breathless, glowing, and then over at Bex. Then he moved. Quick. Decisive. Finally giving in to the experience and letting his desires overcome his surprise and nerves.

He pushed them both gently but firmly back onto the sofa, guiding them into place. Liz let out a soft, surprised laugh as she landed on her back, legs parting instinctively. Bex fell in beside her, propping herself up on one elbow, clearly amused and curious to see where this was going.

Sean knelt between Liz’s thighs leaning in, hands sliding under her legs to hook behind her knees, and buried his face between them like he’d been waiting for permission his whole life. Liz gasped, sharp and delighted, arching slightly as his mouth found her.

From my chair, I bit my lip and grinned.

Sean started exploring, tasting, learning the shape of her, but quickly found a rhythm. I watched his head move, the flex of his forearms as he held her steady. Liz’s fingers threaded through his hair almost immediately, her eyes fluttering shut, mouth parting in a sigh.

Beside her, Bex watched, one brow raised, fingers idly stroking along Liz’s stomach like she couldn’t help herself.

Sean didn’t stop, but he did reach out. One hand sliding up Bex’s thigh. Bex’s breath caught just as his fingers slid between her legs, confident now, curling against her through her slick lips as his mouth stayed locked on Liz, his cock rock-hard and untouched, twitching against his stomach.

And they both moaned.

I pressed my thighs together. I couldn’t believe how hot it was watching my husband like this. I was barely moving yet it felt as if I was on the edge of orgasm already.

Sean was getting into it now, really into it. Mouth working Liz with long, hungry licks, fingers buried deep inside Bex, both women writhing against him, lips brushing together as they turned toward each other in a haze of shared pleasure.

Then they started kissing.

Liz grabbed Bex’s face, pulled her in, and kissed her hard, moaning into her mouth as Sean’s tongue dragged across her in slow, devastating strokes. Bex kissed her back, hips rocking into his hand now, riding his fingers like she was trying to come first out of spite.

From my spot in the armchair, I couldn’t take my eyes off Bex.

Her head was tipped back, short hair mussed, chest rising and falling fast as Sean worked his fingers inside her with unrelenting rhythm. Her abs clenched and rippled with every wave of pleasure that rolled through her tight muscle twitching under skin as she ground into his hand.

“Fuck,” she gasped, hips rocking. “Right there, don’t stop, fuck yes.”

Liz’s moans had shifted from breathy to loud, hands fisting in the cushions behind her head, one leg twitching every time Sean’s mouth caught the right angle.

Then she gasped, loud and sharp. “Oh god,” she panted. “Sean, fuck me. Fuck me now.”

Her voice had that edge of need that couldn’t be ignored, not a request, a demand. The kind of plea that made heat crawl down my spine.