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It’s been a while since my last part was posted (I apologize as real life got in the way and I kinda got stuck in a way). Hope you enjoy what is mostly finished.
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The sunlight was gentle, spilling across the bedroom and painting golden lines across the sheets. Carrie was next to me, hair slightly a mess, still lying on her back, eyes half-open, She seemed… different. Lighter somehow, like something had shifted overnight.
I watched her for a moment, letting the quiet stretch, before speaking. “Morning,” I said softly.
She smiled faintly as she opened her eyes the rest of the way. “Morning.”
For a while, neither of us moved. Finally, I asked the question that had been circling in my mind since last night. “Carrie… about last night… do you regret it?”
She rolled onto her side to face me, her eyes steady. “No,” she said finally. “Not at all.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Good… I wasn’t sure. I mean… with everything, you and Jason, me and Emily… the kisses…”
Her smile softened. “Rick, it’s not just about them. Last night was… about me too. I think I forgot I could feel that way.” She paused, her fingers tracing the line between us on the sheets. “When I danced with Jason, I realized I wanted it too — the attention, the excitement, the thrill of it being a little… forbidden. But it wasn’t just him. It was you watching, trusting me, letting me explore it safely. Maybe the alcohol helped nudge me on”
I felt my chest tighten. “So it wasn’t just curiosity? You actually… wanted it?”
Her gaze met mine, clear and honest. “I think I did, in the back of my mind. And I just went for it. And then when Emily kissed you, I saw how much we could explore this together. Not just acting it out, not just playing a game, but feeling desire as something we share.”
I reached for her hand, fingers brushing hers. “So this isn’t just my fantasy anymore?”
She squeezed my hand gently. “No,” she said. “It’s ours now. Watching Jason and Emily, feeling their confidence with each other… it helped me admit it to myself. I want what they had last night. I wanted more than just the thrill. I wanted to feel alive, wanted, and seen. And I realized I could do that with you too.”
Her words settled over me like warm sunlight. I thought back to last night: Carrie pressed against Jason, the way her body had moved with him, the way she’d looked at me when we caught each other watching. Then me, dancing with Emily, the gentle kiss she planted — and how that had led to us, together, exploring the roleplay, the trust, the intimacy between us.
I let out a long breath and smiled, careful not to rush anything. “I think… I understand. And I want that too. For you. And for us.”
Carrie leaned closer, resting her head on my shoulder. “It’s scary, isn’t it? Realizing we can want this, together and separately, without it breaking us.”
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “But it doesn’t feel like it’s breaking us. It feels… alive. As long as this doesn’t pull us apart. It’s us, having fun together, right? Fulfilling a desire that we both apparently have”
Carrie smiles as she looks at me and nods softly. “I still love you more than anything Rick, that isn’t going to change. I promise”
And in that quiet morning light, I realized she was right. What had started as a spark I thought I’d lit alone had turned into something mutual. Something we both wanted, with a little inspiration from Jason and Emily to show us that it was okay to admit it.
We stayed like that for a long while, just holding each other, letting the warmth settle between us, knowing that last night had changed something, not just in her, but in both of us.
——
The coffee mugs were warm in our hands, but I hardly noticed. Carrie leaned against the counter, smirking at me like she’d been caught thinking something deliciously naughty. I take a sip of my coffee and then smile softly before speaking.
“You’ve been quiet,” I said. “Thinking about last night again?”
Her lips curved into a small grin. “Maybe. Just… remembering how much fun it was to let loose and dance like I did last night. No offense, but Jason had slightly better moves than you.” Carrie giggled and winked at me.
“Hey. I always tried my best. And Emily thought I was a good dancer. You saw how she thanked me with a kiss.”
“Well she was just being nice. But. I was also thinking about something else.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
She tapped her phone on the counter. “That I might want to see how far we can take it…with Jason and Emily, at least see if it is an option. You said you had Jason’s number and I thought, maybe I should…contact him.”
I felt my pulse skip, excitement and curiosity mingling. “You mean… text them?”
Her grin deepened. “Why not? He gave you his number for this reason, right? And I’m curious too, Rick. I want to see how he reacts if I let him know I… enjoyed last night.”
I leaned in, fingers brushing hers on the counter. “That is true. He did give it to me so we could keep in touch. I think he would enjoy you contacting him.”
“That’s what I thought,” she said, eyes sparkling. “I am not rushing into this right?”
“Is it what you want to do, as the next step? Texting?”
“Yeah…it should be fine. It’s just a few texts.”
I smile and send Jason’s contact information to her phone. She hears her phone beep and smiles as she adds his number to her phone.
She typed a quick message to Jason, reading it aloud softly so I could hear: “hello Jason, it’s Carrie. Hope it is alright that I messaged, I just wanted to say that last night was… interesting. Unexpected to be honest. But you left quite the impression. And it was a lot of fun. Curious what you thought?”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re fearless and left it in his court.”
Carrie glanced at me, wickedly playful. “Not fearless. Just honest. And I can tell that you like it also.”
Almost immediately, her phone buzzed. Jason’s reply lit up the screen: “Hello Professor. It was a great night. A lot of fun, and you were a great dancer. Would love to dance again.”
Carrie’s eyes met mine, mischievous and she showed me the response. I smile. “See. He is interested, like we already knew.”
I felt a rush, a thrill. Excitement for this to actually be happening. My fantasy becoming a reality. I knew Carrie would be safe about it too. And cautious.
She leaned closer, forehead brushing mine. “Of course. I know he is interested. Are we sure about this? Because once I started messaging, we might not be able to go back.”
I stop her and I nod. It was hot to think about. And the can of worms was already kind of opened. And the fun last night, I could tell that you want this, too,Carrie”
“I know. Last night made me realize I want to explore this with you… and share it in little ways that excite us both.”
I grinned. “Then do it. Slowly, carefully. Step by step. Like I know you will.”
Carrie laughed softly, her hand finding mine. “Okay.”
The tension between us shifted into warmth, playful energy that made the quiet morning feel alive. Jason’s text sitting there on the screen fading to black, Carries mind surely thinking through her next step in this game of chess.
And as we sipped our coffee, fingers brushing, laughing softly at each other’s expressions, I realized something: last night hadn’t just stirred desire. It had opened a new space for trust, honesty, and curiosity. A space that we were both excited to explore together.
—————-
(Carrie’s POV)
The car hummed softly beneath them, the steady rhythm of the road mixing with the chatter of the kids in the backseat. Rick’s hand rested on the console, fingers reaching over brushing hers now and then.
Carrie kept glancing at her phone, where the last message from Jason still glowed faintly:
Jason: “Hello Professor. It was a great night. A lot of fun, and you were a great dancer. Would love to dance again.”
I hadn’t answered it yet. The message had come that morning, while they were enjoying their cups of coffee. I sent a message first and he instantly responded. And all morning, she’d caught herself thinking about it, the tone of it, the easy confidence, the memory it carried with it.
Rick noticed her glancing down. “Jason’s message again?” he asked quietly, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Yeah. Thinking about a response back. I didn’t want to be too hasty either”
“Just be yourself, like you always are. Let your confidence come back out.”
I nodded. “Alright. Here goes…”
Carrie: Dancing is always a good time. We will have to set something up”
“There. Short and simple. Oozing confidence as you would say”. I breathed heavy as I hit the send button and sit my phone down on my lap. The journey back home from my parents continued. The kids in the back chattering away and doing their own thing. Rick driving but my mind was racing. But my phone buzzed again and then dings. I quickly pick it up and scan the text on my screen.
Jason: Maybe we should all get together sometime. Maybe go for dinner as a group, dancing afterwards.
I glanced up and over at Rick who looked over at me for a quick moment. “He mentioned maybe getting together for dinner and then dancing, with him and Emily.”
Rick smiled, eyes on the road. “That could be fun. They’re easy to talk to. And I think it’d be nice to see them outside of…” He hesitated, searching for the right word. “…everything else first. A casual dinner.”
I laughed softly. “Yeah. Outside of everything.”
Carrie typed slowly:
Carrie: Dinner sounds nice. We’d like that.
The reply came a minute later.
Jason: Friday work? Emily’s off, and I promise to keep my dancing PG this time.
I smiled, and shook her head slightly before thinking for a moment
Rick caught it anyway. “He flirting?”
She shrugged, but the blush gave her away. “Maybe a little.”
Rick chuckled. “You don’t have to hide that. I get it. It’s part of the fun, right?”
Carrie’s thumb hovered over the keyboard. She typed, deleted, then finally sent:
Carrie: You better, Rick’s still trying to compete with your moves.
Jason’s response was almost instant:
Jason: Tell him he’s got the edge on charm, so I’ll keep trying to impress you with my dance moves.
Carrie couldn’t help it; she laughed out loud. The kids looked up from their tablets for a second before losing interest again.
Rick smiled, eyes soft. “You seem lighter when you talk to him,” he said quietly.
Carrie turned toward the window, watching the trees blur past. “I think it’s just… new. Flattering. Feels a little like being in college again.”
“And you like that?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah. But what I like most is that I can tell you about it.”
Rick reached for her hand, squeezing lightly. “That’s the part that makes this work.”
Her phone buzzed again.
Jason: How about that little Italian place downtown? 7:30? I’ll make a reservation.
Carrie: Sounds perfect. I’ll check with Rick, but I think we’re good for that time.
Jason: Good. Been looking forward to seeing you again.
Carrie stared at the last line longer than she meant to. It wasn’t overtly flirtatious, but the weight behind it was undeniable. She set her phone face down, heart steady but warm.
Rick noticed. “So? What’d he say?”
She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Just confirming dinner. Friday night.”
He nodded, smiling to himself. “Then I guess we’ve got a date.”
Carrie exhaled slowly, the tension in her chest easing into something softer — curiosity, anticipation, and maybe, just maybe, a sense of freedom.
Outside, the afternoon sun hit the windshield, turning everything gold. Carrie reached for Rick’s hand again, fingers intertwining easily.
“Friday,” she said quietly.
“Friday,” he echoed.
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The soft hum of the old radiator filled Carrie’s office. Afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casts striped shadows across her desk. Stacks of essays waiting to be graded beside a mug of coffee that had long gone cold. She rubbed her temples, halfway through a paragraph on another pathetic excuse for an essay, when her phone buzzed beside the keyboard.
Jason: Hey, Professor. I saw you had office hours so I hope grading’s treating you better than it treated me last semester. lol
Carrie smiled despite herself. Former student or not, he still knew how to interrupt a long afternoon just right.
Carrie: Depends. You planning to bring me coffee like you used to when you wanted an extension? Haha
Three little dots appeared. Then a message appeared.
Jason: I could. But now that I’m an assistant, wouldn’t that count as going above and beyond?
She chuckled quietly, glancing toward her open office door before replying.
Carrie: Flattery still works, Jason. But I’m guessing you’re not just checking on my caffeine levels.
Jason: Guilty. Mostly wondering if you and Rick were still up for Friday. Emily said she texted him earlier. It sounds like everyone’s in.
Her stomach fluttered, a mix of nerves and anticipation. She turned the phone over, face-down on the desk, pretending to focus on the red-inked page in front of her. But her mind kept circling back. A simple dinner, that’s all it is.
When she finally picked the phone up again, she typed:
Carrie: We are. Rick confirmed this morning. The Italian place, nothing fancy. Should be fun.
A moment passed. Then:
Jason: Looking forward to it. Feels like forever since we enjoyed those dances. I am looking forward to it.
Carrie hesitated before typing her next line, then allowed herself the smallest push forward.
Carrie: It’ll be good to relax too instead of having to grade these papers. Being able to not have to be responsible and focus on my job.
His reply came quicker this time.
Jason: You? Not responsible? I don’t believe it. You’ve got the whole “professor composure” thing perfected.
Her lips curved, warmth spreading despite her attempt to stay detached.
Carrie: Everyone needs a break from composure now and then.
Before she could second-guess it, her phone buzzed again — this time with a message from Rick.
Rick: Emily texted. She’s excited about Friday. How’s work?
Carrie smiled at the timing. She typed back:
Carrie: I’m fine. Just balancing two worlds right now. Lecture notes and life notes. Haha
Rick: You sure you’re comfortable? We can always dial it back.
She looked at Jason’s name still glowing on her screen.
Carrie: No. I’m okay. I think it’ll be good for us. Just it’s something new.
Rick: New can be good like you said. Just keep me in the loop, okay?
Carrie: Always. I love you!
Carrie set her phone face-down again, taking a steadying breath. Across the campus lawn, students walked toward the library, laughter echoing through the open window. She wasn’t one of them anymore, but for the first time in a long while, she felt the same restless, hopeful energy they carried.
And somewhere between red ink and text bubbles, she realized: she wasn’t just grading papers anymore. She was learning something new about herself too.
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The last of the buses had pulled out of the lot, their rumble fading into the distance. Rick leaned back in his office chair, letting the silence settle after another long day of middle school chaos. His tie was loose, his jacket hung on the back of the door, and the hum of the vending machine in the hall was the only sound left.
He’d just finished typing up notes from a student meeting when his phone buzzed on the corner of the desk.
Carrie had texted him an hour earlier during her office hours — Jason messaged me first. Just friendly. I think he’s feeling things out about Friday.
Rick had reread it a couple times. Her tone had been measured, professional, but he could tell there was something beneath it, an excitement she was coming to terms with without explicitly saying it.
Now, another buzz. But not from Carrie.
Emily: Hey Rick, this is Emily, Jason’s girlfriend. Jason mentioned he texted Carrie this afternoon. She didn’t seem thrown off by it, right?
Rick smiled faintly, running a thumb over the edge of his phone.
Rick: Not at all. She handled it well from what I know. I said it was friendly, respectful even. I think it actually helped her relax about dinner with you two on Friday.
Emily: Good. He was worried he came on too strong. He tends to overthink things.
Rick chuckled softly to himself. That was his job.
Rick: You’re telling me. I’ve seen a few of his messages. They read like he’s auditioning for “polite student of the year.”
A pause. Then Emily’s reply came through with a playful tone.
Emily: So you’re checking the messages, huh? Making sure the principal approves?
Rick: No. Just the ones Carrie shows me. Just making sure the lines stay clear. You might know how it is, supervision mode never really turns off.
Emily: Oh, I bet. You probably even have a protocol for date nights.
Rick: Only when they involve Carrie’s former students. Haha
He grinned at his own reply, shaking his head. It felt good to joke about it. Emily seemed to understand that balance instinctively.
Emily: Friday’s still good for you then? I picked the spot in the next city over, where I am from. It’s small, easy, nothing fancy. But the Italian food is on point.
Rick: Perfect. Carrie’s looking forward to it, even if she’s pretending not to.
Emily: And you?
He hesitated, thumb hovering over the keyboard before typing.
Rick: Yeah. I am too. I think we all just need something a little different right now. A reminder that life isn’t all grading, staff meetings, and carpools.
Emily: I like that. A reminder we’re all still human.
Rick: Exactly.
Rick set his phone down, glancing around his empty office. The sunlight painted amber streaks across the framed student artwork on the wall. It was strange, he thought, balancing his world of rules, discipline, and structure with this quiet pulse of something unpredictable waiting just beyond the weekend.
He gathered his things, locked up, and headed for the parking lot.
By the time he reached his car, Carrie had texted again: Dinner plans sound good and confirmed with Jason. I think I’m ready for it, Rick.
He smiled, started the engine, and sat there a moment before pulling out of the parking lot.
—————-
The Italian restaurant glowed warmly against the chilly fall night, its windows fogged at the edges from the heat of bodies and steaming plates inside. Carrie adjusted her scarf as she and Rick stepped out of the car. The place was tucked off a quiet street in the next city over, just as Emily had described—unpretentious, with a neon “Open” sign flickering above the door and the faint hum of jazz spilling out every time it swung open.
“You okay?” Rick asked, his hand brushing her elbow as they approached the entrance. His voice was steady, but Carrie caught the quick glance he gave her, the one that checked for any last-minute hesitation.
She nodded, offering a small smile. “Yeah. Just… feels like we’re stepping into something, doesn’t it?”
He chuckled, low and warm. “It’s just dinner. No need to overanalyze. We don’t need to push anything further if you don’t want to.”
She swatted his arm lightly. “Yeah….one step at a time right?” I smile at her and nod as we walk towards the main door and head inside.
Inside, the restaurant smelled of garlic and fresh bread, with low lighting casting a soft amber glow over checkered tablecloths. The hum of conversation mingled with the clink of wine glasses. Carrie spotted Jason and Emily near the back, tucked into a corner booth. Jason waved, his smile easy but a little nervous, while Emily stood to greet them, her dark hair catching the light as she moved.
“Carrie! Rick!” Emily’s voice was bright, her handshake firm as she reached for Carrie first, then Rick. “I’m so glad you guys made it. Traffic wasn’t too bad, was it?”
“Not bad at all,” Rick said, sliding into the booth across from Jason. “This place looks great. You weren’t kidding about the vibe.”
“It’s my favorite,” Emily said, settling back next to Jason. “Small, but they make the best carbonara you’ll ever have.”
Jason leaned forward, his elbows on the table, looking at Carrie with a playful glint. “So, Professor, did you escape the grading dungeon for the night? Or are you smuggling essays in that bag?”
Carrie laughed, relaxing into the banter. “I left the red pen at home, I promise. Tonight, I’m just Carrie, not Professor.” “Good,” Jason said, his grin widening. “Because I was worried I’d get a pop quiz over appetizers.”
Emily rolled her eyes, nudging him. “He’s been practicing his charm all week, just so you know.”
Rick raised an eyebrow, glancing between them. “Sounds like he’s gunning for extra credit again.”
The table erupted in easy laughter, and for a moment, the nervous energy that had clung to Carrie in the car dissipated. The waiter arrived, pouring water and rattling off specials, and they ordered a bottle of red wine to share. As the conversation continued about Emily’s senior year of nursing school, Rick’s latest school board meeting, Jason’s new role as a teaching assistant and college classes, Carrie found herself stealing glances across the table.
Jason’s hands moved animatedly as he told a story about a student who’d tried to bribe him with a protein bar for a better grade. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie absent, and there was a looseness to him that felt different from the earnest student she’d known. Emily, meanwhile, leaned into Rick’s space as she asked about his job, her questions sharp but warm, like she was genuinely curious about the chaos of middle school life. Rick answered with his usual dry humor, and Carrie noticed how Emily’s laugh came easily, her hand brushing Rick’s arm once, briefly, before she caught herself and reached for her wine.
The food arrived—plates of pasta and bruschetta piled high with tomatoes—and the conversation shifted to lighter territory: favorite movies, worst first dates, the time Jason accidentally set off the fire alarm in the dorms. But beneath the surface, Carrie felt the subtle currents of something else. The way Jason’s eyes lingered on her when she spoke. The way Emily’s knee bumped Rick’s under the table and stayed there a beat too long before she shifted. Small moments, fleeting, but enough to make Carrie’s pulse quicken.
“So,” Emily said, swirling her wine glass as the plates were cleared, “I have to ask. You two have been married, what, ten years? How do you keep it… interesting?” The question hung in the air, bold but delivered with a teasing smile. Carrie felt Rick’s gaze flicker toward her, waiting for her lead. She took a sip of wine, buying a moment.
“Honestly?” Carrie said, her voice light but deliberate. “We’re still figuring that out. Routine’s great until it’s not, you know? Sometimes you need a little… disruption.” Jason raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat.
“Disruption, huh? Sounds like a syllabus I’d actually read.”
Emily laughed, but her eyes were on Rick. “What about you, Principal? You strike me as someone who likes a little order. How do you feel about disruption?”
Rick smirked, his fingers tapping the edge of his glass. “I’m all for it, as long as it doesn’t end with me cleaning up glitter from a seventh-grade art project.”
The table laughed again, but Carrie caught the way Jason’s gaze flicked to her, then away. She felt a warmth spreading, not just from the wine. This was new territory—flirting with the edges of something unspoken, something all four of them seemed to be circling without naming. As the waiter brought the dessert menu, Emily leaned forward, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Okay, serious question. If we’re doing this—hanging out, getting to know each other—what’s one thing you’d want to try that you haven’t yet? No judgment.”
Carrie’s breath caught, her mind racing. Rick’s hand rested on the table, steady as ever, but she could feel his curiosity mirroring her own. Jason’s eyes were on her again, and Emily’s smile was warm but daring, like she was testing the waters. Carrie glanced at Rick, then back at the other two. “I’d say… letting go a little. Not being the responsible one for a night. Just seeing where things lead.”
Rick’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but he nodded, his voice calm but intrigued. “I’d go with that. Something new. Something that shakes up the usual.”
Jason grinned, leaning forward. “I like the sound of that. Emily?”
Emily’s eyes sparkled as she looked around the table. “I’m in. To new things. And maybe a little trouble.”
The air felt charged now, the unspoken agreement settling between them like a shared secret. The waiter returned, breaking the moment, and they ordered tiramisu to split. But as they passed the plate around, forks clinking, Carrie felt the weight of what was coming next. Not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow, but soon. A line they were all inching toward, together.
————-
The tiramisu plate sat scraped clean, cocoa dust smeared across the rim. Emily smile at us all as she looks around the table. “How about a little game of Truth or Dare mixed with Spin the Bottle” as she shows us her phone and the Spin the Bottle App. She places her phone in the center of the table as we all start to nod in agreement.
Emily’s excitement pulsed in the air when Jason spun the bottle but touching the phone. It landed on Carrie.
“Dare,” she said, voice steady but her pupils blown wide.
Emily didn’t blink. “Kiss Jason. Full minute. Hands stay on the table.”
Carrie exhaled, taking a deep breath but she quickly leaned across the small booth. Jason met her halfway. Their lips crashed together, hungry, no warm-up. His tongue slid past her teeth immediately, tasting wine and cocoa. Carrie’s breath hitched; a soft, wet sound escaped as she sucked his lower lip. I counted silently, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, watching her tongue flick against his, her chest rising faster under the thin blouse.
At forty-five seconds, Jason’s hand twitched on the table, knuckles white with restraint. Carrie pulled back at sixty, lips glossy, a thin string of saliva breaking between them. She licked it away, eyes locked on mine, but then quickly smiling and looking at Jason almost with lust.
Emily spun the bottle spun again but this time it landed on me. I looked and figured, why not, Carrie did, and I say “Dare,” with a half dry throat, expecting something similar.
Emily stood, took my hand. “Restroom. Two minutes. Door cracked.” Her grip was firm, nails digging crescents into my palm. She helps me stand and hurriedly pulls me into the hallway and to the bathroom.
The single-stall bathroom was cramped, mirror fogged from the kitchen. She pushed me against the sink, yanked my shirt open, a button pinging off tile. Her mouth latched onto my neck, teeth scraping, tongue soothing. I groaned as she palmed my cock through dress pants, squeezed hard enough to make my hips jerk. “One minute left,” she hissed, unzipping me. Cool air hit my shaft; her fingers wrapped around it, tight, slick with precum already leaking. She stroked once, twice, thumb smearing the bead over the head.
“Just don’t come,” she warned, then dropped to her knees. I looked down in time to see one long, slow lick from base to tip, her tongue flat, hot. I gripped the sink, knuckles white, as she took me deep, throat relaxing, nose brushing my pelvis.
Emily pulls my cock out of her mouth and came back up to my mouth and kissed me as my hard cock stood out and erect. “Times up! We will have to finish this another time” and she licks her lips. I straighten up and we walk back to the booth.
Back at the table, Carrie’s skirt was hiked high, Jason’s fingers tracing the lace edge of her thong. She didn’t stop him. I could see clear as day that she was enjoying this and I could see her nipples strained against her bra, visible through the open blouse.
As we came back and sat down, the waiter brought the check and Jason quickly grabbed it as I went to take it. Jason paid the check and we all stood up, although some were a little slower to leave the booth. Emily whispered as we stood, “Our place sounds good?”
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The door slammed. Emily kicked it shut, already peeling off her dress, lace bra, and song thong, unbeknownst to some, soaked dark at the crotch. Jason flicked on one lamp, shadows licking the walls. He grabbed Carrie by the waist, spun her, pressed her back to his chest. “Let’s Dance,” he growled, grinding his hard-on against her ass. The music was low, bass thumping like a heartbeat.
Carrie’s head fell back; Jason’s mouth latched onto her neck, sucking, leaving a wet spot. His hands shoved her skirt to her hips, fingers hooking her thong, yanking it down. It caught on her heels; she kicked it off. He cupped her bare pussy, two fingers sliding through slick folds, parting her.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he muttered. Carrie whimpered, hips rolling, chasing his touch.
Emily shoved me onto the couch, straddled me reverse-cowgirl style. She ground down, my cock trapped between her ass cheeks, fabric of my pants rough against her skin. “I know you want to watch them,” she said, reaching back to guide my hands to her tits. I yanked her bra down in lust and desire, her nipples hard, dark, begging. I pinched one, rolled it between thumb and forefinger; she arched, moaning loud enough to drown the music.
On the rug as I looked over, Jason had Carrie bent forward, with her hands braced on the coffee table. He dropped to his knees behind her, spread her cheeks wide. His tongue plunged into her, long, flat licks from clit to entrance, then circling her asshole. I was normally unable to play with her asshole, but she didn’t seem to mind today.
Carrie’s knees started to buckle as she cried out, fingers scrabbling for some sort of grip. He sucked her clit into his mouth, two fingers thrusting deep, curling to hit her G-spot. Her thighs trembled; and a clear fluid dripped down his wrist.
Emily stood, turned, shoved her thong aside. “I want to feel you inside of me,” she whimpered, almost begging. I freed my cock, its engorged length, veins pulsing, head slick. She sank down in one motion, taking every inch. Her pussy was scalding, clenching like a fist.
Emily looked down at me as she start to bounce. Her hips slamming down onto me, her ass bouncing, wet slaps echoing through the room. I slowly reach outward and I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, balls drawing tight.
Carrie crawled to us on hands and knees, eyes glazed. Jason followed her without his pants, his cock sticking out thick, curved, precum beading at the slit. Carrie straddled my face without asking, lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth, almost like she was encouraged to do it. I looked upward and instantly started to lick her, tasting Jason’s saliva mixed with her arousal, salty-sweet.
She ground down, smothering me, thighs clamping my head as Jason knelt behind Emily, rubbed his cockhead against her stretched entrance, where I was buried deep. “Room for one more?” he asked.
Emily moaned out a soft and delicate “yes” before Jason pushed in slowly, stretching her impossibly tight around us both. I loaned out a little as Emily stopped, feeling Jason’s cock sliding against mine as he entered. Emily screamed, nails raking my chest, pussy spasming. The pressure was insane as his shaft sliding against mine through her thin walls, every ridge and vein amplified. We found a rhythm: I thrust up, he pulled back; she took us both, sobbing with pleasure.
Carrie came first in a single hard climax, squirting over my tongue, her body shaking. The taste pushed me over the edge as Jason’s thrusting and Emily’s riding made it unbearable; I groaned into her, cock pulsing, filling Emily with hot spurts. Jason followed seconds later, letting out a soft grunting sounds, his hips jerking, flooding her from the other side. Cum leaked out around us, dripping down my balls.
We collapsed, sweat-slick and trembling. Emily slid off, legs shaking, a mix of our releases running down her thighs. Carrie curled into me, kissing me slow and tasting herself on my lips. Jason found a bottle and quickly passed the bourbon for us to take a shot.
Emily’s voice was hoarse. “Bedroom. Now. I want Carrie on her back, legs over my shoulders.”
Carrie’s eyes met mine, dark, sated, hungry for more and I nodded. We moved as one, bodies tangled, down the hallway that now smelled faintly of bourbon and sex.
Emily led, hips rolling, cum still glistening on her thighs. Jason followed, cock heavy and slick. Carrie’s hand slipped from mine as Emily tugged her forward, then both two steps ahead, then into the bedroom.
The king bed was a mess of white sheets and low amber light. Emily pushed Carrie down gently, climbed over her. “Legs up, please,” she murmured in a sweet and soft, but needy and horny voice. Carrie obeyed, knees bending, thighs parting wide as she watched Emily. Her pussy was flushed, swollen, lips parted and shining with earlier release.
Emily leaned in, both slow and deliberate, allowing her tongue to start tracing a long, wet line from entrance to clit. Carrie’s hips jerked and a sharp gasp tore from her throat.
Jason knelt at the headboard, fisted Carrie’s hair gently and guided her mouth to his cock. She opened eagerly, her lips stretching, tongue swirling, saliva dripping down her chin as he thrust shallow, then deeper. Her throat worked around him as muffled moans vibrated against his shaft. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t pull away or resist.
I stood at the foot of the bed, stroking myself, watching Emily’s tongue flick Carrie’s clit in tight, relentless circles, three fingers now plunging in and out, curling hard against her G-spot. Carrie’s back arched; her thighs trembled. Emily’s thumb pressed just above her asshole, rubbing in slow circles. Carrie’s muffled cry pitched higher, then shattered. She came hard, pussy clenching, a fresh gush coating Emily’s chin and fingers.
Emily didn’t stop. She flipped Carrie onto her stomach, pulled her hips up. “Rick,” she said, eyes dark. “Take her ass. She’s ready.” Carrie whimpered, half plea, half consent, and pushed back. This was normally a rare treat for me only when Carrie was really horny and drunk but I knelt behind her, and spread her cheeks.
Her hole was tight, pink, slick from earlier play. I pressed the head of my cock against it and outshined in slow and steady. Carrie breathed through it, relaxing until I breached the ring. One inch, then two. She gasped, fingers clawing the sheets. I paused, let her adjust, then slid deeper, hot, impossibly tight, every ridge gripping me like a fist.
Jason moved to Emily, bent her over the edge beside us. He entered her in one thrust, making a loud and wet noise as her moan released sharply. We synced: me in Carrie’s ass, him in Emily’s pussy, bodies rocking. The room filled with the slap of skin, the squelch of arousal, ragged breath. Emily reached under Carrie, found her clit and started rubbing fast.
Carrie’s arms gave out; her face pressed into the mattress, ass high, taking me deeper. I felt her pulse and another orgasm building. I leaned over her, bit her shoulder, thrust hard. She came again, ass clenching so tight I groaned, forced me to pull out at the last second and painting her lower back and cheeks with thick ropes of cum.
Jason followed, his hips stuttering as he filled Emily. She collapsed forward, kissing Carrie’s spine, licking a stripe through my release. My cock twitched seeing him do this as Carrie turned, caught Emily’s mouth for a messy kiss.
We fell together, sweat-slick and trembling. The air was thick: sex, bourbon, perfume. Emily traced Carrie’s hip. Jason’s hand rested on my thigh.
After a minute, Carrie’s voice, hoarse and sated. “I need you,” she whispered to me. “Just us. Now.” I met her eyes. She was glowing, but the hunger had shifted, it was deeper and private. I nodded.
Emily smiled, understanding. “Go home. Take this memory with you.” Carrie stood on shaky legs and smiled as found her hand. Emily stood up and kissed Carrie’s cheek, soft and lingering. “Text us tomorrow.”
We walked out of the room in a glowing light and got dressed slowly in the hallway before leaving for our car. We were all smiles and I knew that this was the start of something else.
The night air hit us like cold water. In the car, Carrie leaned into me, head on my shoulder. “Drive,” she said, voice raw. “I want you inside me again, in our bed, with our rules.” I started the engine. Her hand slid to my lap, stroked me through fabric. “Hurry,” she breathed.
Ten minutes later, we stumbled through our front door, kissing, tearing at clothes, leaving a trail to the bedroom. The kids were at their sleepover; the house was ours. Carrie pushed me onto the bed, straddled me, sank down. Her pussy was hot, slick, and still stretched from earlier. We moved slow, then frantic, her nails in my back, my name on her lips.
After, she curled into me, tracing the marks on my neck. She lets out a sigh and a mile as she whispered. “And this is ours.”
I kissed her forehead. “Always.”
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