The dim glow of candles flickered across the living room, casting long shadows on the plush rug where Emma, Michael, and Riley sat in a loose circle. Wine glasses clinked softly as they finished the last of the bottle, the conversation having shifted from casual laughs to charged whispers about fantasies they’d only hinted at before. Emma’s hand rested on Michael’s thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles, while Riley shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks flushed from more than just the alcohol.
‘We’ve talked about this, Riley,’ Emma said, her voice low and inviting, leaning forward so her silk blouse gaped slightly, revealing the lace edge of her bra. ‘You said you were curious. No pressure, but… we want you here with us.’ Michael nodded, his dark eyes locking onto Riley’s, a subtle command in his gaze that made her pulse quicken.
Riley swallowed, her short black dress riding up her thighs as she nodded. ‘I… yeah. I trust you both.’ That was all the invitation they needed. Michael stood first, extending a hand to pull her up, his grip firm as he led her toward the bedroom, Emma following close behind, her fingers brushing Riley’s arm possessively.
In the bedroom, the air was thicker, scented with vanilla from the diffuser on the nightstand. Michael flicked on a soft lamp, illuminating the king-sized bed with its dark sheets and the array of toys laid out on the dresser—silk ropes, a leather paddle, lube, and a plug that made Riley’s breath hitch. Emma pressed against Riley’s back, her lips grazing the nape of her neck. ‘We’re going to take care of you,’ she murmured, hands sliding down to unzip Riley’s dress, letting it pool at her feet.
Riley stood in her matching red lingerie, nipples hardening under the thin fabric as Michael’s eyes roamed her body. He stepped closer, cupping her chin to tilt her face up. ‘Kneel,’ he commanded softly, and she did, sinking to her knees on the soft carpet. Emma knelt beside her, stroking her hair while Michael unbuckled his belt, the sound echoing like a promise.
His cock sprang free, thick and already half-hard, veins pulsing as he stroked it once, twice, watching Riley’s lips part in anticipation. ‘Suck him,’ Emma whispered, guiding Riley’s head forward. Riley’s mouth enveloped the head, tongue swirling around the salty tip before she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed. Michael groaned, threading fingers through her hair, not pushing yet—just holding, letting her set the pace while Emma watched, her own hand slipping into her panties to rub slow circles over her clit.
‘Good girl,’ Michael praised, his voice roughening as Riley’s throat relaxed, taking more of him. Emma leaned in, kissing Riley’s shoulder, then trailing bites down her arm, marking her lightly. The dynamic shifted subtly—Michael dominant, Emma guiding, Riley yielding—and it sent a thrill through all three.
After a few minutes, Michael pulled back, his cock slick and throbbing. ‘On the bed, Riley. On your hands and knees.’ She complied, ass up, pussy already glistening through her panties. Emma stripped quickly, her full breasts bouncing free, nipples pierced with silver bars that caught the light. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself in front of Riley, legs spread. ‘Taste me while he prepares you.’
Riley dove in, lapping at Emma’s wet folds, tongue flicking her clit as Emma moaned, fingers tangling in Riley’s hair to hold her close. Behind them, Michael shed his clothes, his muscular frame casting a shadow. He grabbed the lube, warming it between his palms before tugging Riley’s panties aside. His fingers circled her tight asshole, pressing gently at first, then dipping in with one slick digit. Riley whimpered into Emma’s pussy, the vibration making Emma arch.
‘Relax,’ Michael murmured, adding a second finger, scissoring slowly to stretch her. The burn was intense, but Riley pushed back, eager, her body betraying her curiosity. Emma ground against her face, smearing juices over Riley’s chin. ‘She’s so tight for you, Michael. Make her ready.’
He worked her open methodically, the squelch of lube filling the room alongside Riley’s muffled gasps. When he deemed her prepared, he withdrew, slicking his cock generously. Positioning the head at her entrance, he paused, rubbing it teasingly. ‘You want this? Us?’
‘Yes,’ Riley gasped, pulling away from Emma just long enough to beg. ‘Please, fuck my ass.’ Michael thrust in slowly, inch by inch, her ring clenching around him until he bottomed out, balls pressed against her pussy. The fullness made her cry out, but Emma silenced her with a deep kiss, tongues tangling as Michael began to move—shallow at first, building to harder strokes that rocked her body forward into Emma’s embrace.
Emma reached down, fingers finding Riley’s clit, rubbing in firm circles to heighten the pleasure amid the stretch. Michael’s hands gripped her hips, spanking one cheek lightly, then harder, the slap echoing as red bloomed on her skin. ‘Ours now,’ he growled, the words laced with possession, hinting at the tangle of emotions brewing—love, lust, and something deeper, more binding.
Riley shattered first, orgasm crashing through her as Michael’s cock pistoned in her ass, Emma’s fingers relentless. She clenched around him, milking until he followed, pulling out to cum hot stripes across her back, marking her. Emma came last, grinding hard against Riley’s thigh, her release soaking them both.
They collapsed in a heap, breaths mingling, bodies entwined. Michael’s arm draped over both women, Emma’s head on Riley’s chest—a silent promise that this was just the beginning of their shared, intricate web.
