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The Invitation
I had been in the lifestyle long enough to know when a couple was different. Some were curious, others just testing their boundaries, but then there were the ones who truly understood desire—who embraced it, nurtured it, and let it take them places most people only dreamed of. That’s exactly what I felt when I connected with T & L.
L was stunning—petite but curvy, with long, flowing hair and the kind of green eyes that could make a man lose himself. She was confident in her sexuality, playful in her teasing, and utterly intoxicating in the way she spoke about her fantasies. And T? He was just as intriguing—strong, self-assured, and the kind of man who took pleasure in watching his wife be truly satisfied.
We met at an upscale lounge, the kind of place where couples exchanged secret smiles over cocktails and the air hummed with unspoken possibilities. The moment I walked in, L’s eyes locked onto mine, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips. She was wearing a deep red dress that clung to every curve, and when she leaned in to kiss my cheek hello, her scent—something warm and floral—lingered just long enough to drive me crazy.
The conversation was effortless, but it was the unspoken exchanges that really set the tone. L’s hand on my thigh under the table, her teasing whispers about how long she had been waiting for this. The way T watched, sipping his whiskey with a smirk, enjoying the way his wife flirted so shamelessly.
By the time we made it to their hotel suite, the anticipation was unbearable.
L led me inside, turning to face me as she slipped out of her dress, letting it pool at her feet. The sight of her in delicate lace, her body already warm with excitement, sent a rush of desire through me. I glanced at T, standing back with his drink in hand, his expression unreadable but his intentions crystal clear.
“You sure?” I asked, locking eyes with him.
T smirked. “Oh, I’m more than sure. This is what she wants. What we want.”
That was all I needed.
I closed the distance between us, tilting L’s chin up before capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss. She melted against me, her body pressing into mine as her hands worked at my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. I felt the heat of T’s gaze as he watched, as his wife surrendered to my touch.
I took my time exploring her, letting my hands and lips trace every inch of her skin. She moaned softly as I worked my way down her body, teasing, tasting, until she was writhing beneath me, completely lost in the pleasure.
“Make her beg for it,” T murmured from his spot in the chair.
I grinned against her skin, sliding my fingers between her thighs, feeling just how much she wanted this. I played with her, drawing out her pleasure, watching as she gasped and arched her back, desperate for more.
“Please,” she finally whispered, her voice thick with need.
And I gave her exactly what she asked for.
The night was a blur of tangled limbs, gasping breaths, and whispered praises. L took everything I gave her, her body responding in ways that only came from complete surrender. And T watched, his eyes dark with lust, taking in every moan, every movement, every moment of his wife’s pleasure.
When we finally collapsed onto the bed, bodies spent and breathless, L curled into T’s embrace, her skin flushed, her expression blissful. I leaned back against the pillows, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips.
T raised his glass in a silent toast. “That was exactly what she needed.”
I met his gaze, already anticipating the next time. “So did I.”