The morning began quietly, with Nikki slipping out the front door for her gym session while I stayed behind to prepare breakfast and set up my workspace in the guest bedroom for a full day of remote work.
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By nine, Nikki returned, flushed from her workout and looking incredibly sexy. She wore tight, high-waisted seamless gym shorts that left little to the imagination and a sports bra stretched to hold everything in place. Approaching me, she said, “Hey babe, check out the glute definition today; these squats are really paying off.”
I glanced up from my monitor, my eyes trailing appreciatively over the tight fabric clinging to her legs.
“Nik, you look amazing. But don’t those shorts ride up like crazy on the gym floor? You’re practically in a swimsuit. Aren’t you worried about all the guys staring?”
She laughed softly. “Please, Alex, everyone wears stuff like this now. And honestly, it helps — loose fabric messes with my form during heavy hip thrusts and deep squats. Even my trainer insists on compression gear so he can monitor muscle engagement and posture better. It’s all practical, I swear.”
I smirked knowingly as my eyes lingered on her legs. “Functional, huh? Bet your trainer enjoys watching those muscles work.”
She winked and moved toward the kitchen. “Oh, did you see if Brian texted about tonight?”
Checking my phone, there it was: “I’ll come around 5, bringing beer.” Nikki caught my reaction and giggled wickedly, “See? I told you he wouldn’t miss out. Let’s loop him in on the plan.”
I quickly replied, sealing the evening’s arrangement.
The day stretched out with spreadsheets and calls, while Nikki showered and ate breakfast. At five o’clock, nervous energy buzzed through the house as we tidied the living room, wiped the coffee table, and set the TV for the six o’clock baseball game. Suddenly, Nikki paused, staring at her sweatpants.
“You know what? I’m going to change real quick,” she said with a mischievous glint.
“Why? We’re just watching the game at home,” I replied, looking up from my phone.
She grinned. “Guests are coming, Alex. Gotta look presentable for the team leader. Can’t have him thinking I don’t dress up.”
Ten minutes later, she reappeared, jaw-dropping stunning in grey yoga shorts pulled high on her hips, exposing her cheeks entirely, paired with a tight white tee. She spun around slowly, the fabric taut between the cleft of her ass.
“How’s this? Presentable enough?”
I swallowed, heat rushing between my legs. “Nik… you’re barely covered. Are you really planning to… you know, with Brian tonight?”
She came close, arms wrapping my neck, her lips brushing my ear. “Honestly? Not sure yet. Just seeing how the vibe goes once drinks start. But it doesn’t hurt to give him something to look at, does it?”
Before I could answer, the doorbell rang.
Brian stood on the porch in casual jeans and a polo, carrying a six-pack of imported beer. “Hey, Alex! Thanks for having me,” he said, shaking my hand firmly. His eyes flicked to Nikki, lingering briefly on her legs before he caught himself. “Nikki, good to see you again.”
“Come in!” Nikki said, taking the beer. “I’ll put these in the fridge so they stay cold. Make yourself at home.”
We chatted about work politics and upcoming metrics, all pretending this was just a normal evening. Nikki returned, seating herself opposite Brian in the armchair, crossing her legs to push her shorts even higher.
“Game time soon,” she said, checking her phone. “Pizza order’s in.”
Brian cracked open a beer and looked at me seriously, “Alex, how long have you and Nikki been open like this?”
The question hung heavy. Nikki glanced at me in surprise. “Wait, Alex, when did you tell him?”
Brian laughed low. “Relax, Nikki. I saw you two at the bar yesterday — couldn’t miss what was going on under that skirt. Drop the act.”
Nikki smiled wickedly and sipped her beer. “Alright, no point lying.”
I cleared my throat, “We’ve done this since college. Started as a casual threesome, now it’s just Nikki hooking up with friends when the timing’s right.”
We kept the cuckold part under wraps, painting it as a modern open relationship.
“Anyone want a smoke?” Nikki asked, looking at Brian knowingly. “I’ll grab the pack from the bedroom.”
Brian looked surprised. “Alex, you smoke too?”
“Nah, just Nikki when we drink,” I replied.
Nikki returned, casually leaning against Brian as she said, “We can’t smoke here; couch holds the smell forever. We’ll go to the bedroom. Alex hates smoke.”
Brian’s smile deepened. Rising, he followed Nikki down the hall.
From the couch, I watched her bare ass in those shorts leading the way, my dick throbbing painfully beneath the denim. The bedroom door swung half open, Nikki casting back a burning smile.
My heart raced. Alone, I gripped the couch edge, anxiety and arousal mixing as smoke wreathed the doorway. After ten tense minutes, muffled laughter faded into a heavy silence.
Shaky but compelled, I crept to the doorframe, peeking inside.
Brian sat on the bed’s edge, jeans dropped to his knees. Nikki knelt between his thighs, her shirt pushed up, her mouth engulfing him fully. Brian held a burning cigarette in one hand, the other tangled in her hair, guiding her head firmly.
Her gagging, wet noises filled the room, eyes watering as she took him deep and hard.
Unable to resist, I freed my cock, stroking furiously in the shadows, the smoke drifting over her head.
The doorbell rang suddenly — pizza delivery.
Panicked, I hid myself and answered the door, while Nikki called out after me in a raspy voice.
They walked back into the living room casually, Nikki’s lips swollen and her shirt slightly rumpled. Smiling, I set the pizza boxes down, the baseball game flickering on the screen.
Brian grinned, biting into a slice. “Those cigarettes were incredible, right Nikki?”
She chewed slowly, “Absolutely. My throat’s still dry from the intensity. Let’s light up again after these pizzas.”
Their coded conversation swirled in the room like electricity, thick with unspoken acts.
After eating, Brian’s tone sharpened. “Alex, how’s the regional launch backend coming? It’s due today.”
I blinked, “Almost done, just finishing tonight or tomorrow morning.”
Brian smiled authoritatively, “You’re on the clock working from home, so finish it first.”
Nikki teased, leaning against Brian. “Your boss gave the orders, Alex, better follow them.”
Laughing, Brian echoed, “Yeah, go on, back to work.”
Humiliated but aroused, I retreated to the spare room, shutting the door behind me. I tried to focus on code, but the distant groans and the TV background noise kept me tethered to my own desires and jealousy.
Near eight, Nikki appeared at the door, hair wild and damp, shorts slightly wet, breath heavy.
“Brian’s getting ready to leave. He wants to say goodbye,” she said softly.
I closed my laptop, stepping out as Brian stood casually by the door. Nikki disappeared into the kitchen, tidying up.
Brian stepped close, grinning. “Now I know why all the hype about Nikki. She’s incredible.”
My voice steady, I asked, “What did you two get up to?”
He shrugged easily, “Started with another quick blowjob on the couch. She tried deepthroating but kept gagging — my cock’s just too big. Then I flipped her over, ripped those shorts off, put a condom on, and fucked her from behind while the game played. Halfway through she got on top, and I tried filming her ass bouncing. She told me no videos, so I just held her waist and went until I came.”
I breathed deeply, kissing Nikki’s flushed jaw. “Good call on no videos. Come on, let’s get to bed.”
We returned to the bedroom, cigarette smoke still lingering. Nikki slid her thong off, lit a cigarette, and leaned back against the headboard.
“Clean me,” she whispered, “Make me come again.”
I settled between her knees, burying my face in her warm, damp skin, savoring the rhythm of her smoky exhales until sleep finally took us.
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