Off the Menu

The Richardsons pick the right corner booth for their tenth anniversary dinner. Colby’s hand rides Victoria’s thigh under the white tablecloth while Jake pours wine and the talk gets thick. By dessert they’ve swapped numbers and a hard, unspoken yes. Jake shows up at their door two hours later, tie loosened, pulse jumping. The house lights are low. Leather cuffs wait on the bed and fishnet stockings already hug Victoria’s legs. He steps inside. No small talk. Colby takes his wrists first, buckles him down, beard scraping Jake’s neck as the first slap lands across his ass. Victoria watches, one hand between her thighs, then joins them, mouth on Jake’s cock, spit dripping onto leather. She swallows him deep while Colby works her open from behind, thick cock stretching her ass slow and mean. Every thrust shoves her forward onto Jake’s dick until she’s choking and moaning at once. They switch. Jake kneels, tongue buried in Victoria while Colby feeds his dick down her throat. A thick dildo appears; Colby works it into Jake’s ass in time with his own strokes, each push answered by another slap. Victoria rides Jake reverse, fishnets torn at the crotch, Colby’s palm cracking across her cheeks while she grinds down hard. Sweat, leather, spit, and the steady slap of skin. Limits stretch until all three are shaking and spent, cuffs still locked, anniversary officially off the menu.