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I leaned forward. “Ross. Mate. There’s no pressure. If you want to go, go. Nobody will think less of you.”

I meant it kindly. I watched it land like an escape hatch.

“Yeah,” Ross said, already on his feet, already reaching for his jacket. “Yeah, I think… I think I’d better. Sorry. God. Sorry, Fi. It’s not you. It’s really, really not you.”

“Ross…” Fiona started.

“I’ll text you,” he said to me. “Tomorrow. I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot.”

And he was gone. The front door, his car in the street, done, all in under a minute.

Fiona stood in the middle of the living room with her dress hanging open, black lace, bare legs, completely deflated. She looked at the door. Then at me.

“Did you do that on purpose?” she asked quietly.

“No! I was being nice.”

“You were being too nice.” She pulled the dress closed and tied it, hard. “He wanted you to tell him to stay. He was looking at you begging to be told to stay.”

“I didn’t…”

“I know.” She sat down heavily on the sofa. “I know you didn’t. It’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine. We went to bed and lay side by side, three weeks of build-up fizzling out in the dark.

Ross texted at nine the next morning. Sorry mate. Bottled it. Pint next week?

Fiona read it over my shoulder and sighed.

“Maybe ask him again,” she said. “In a month.”

Ending 8 of 16: Cold Feet. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“Stay put, Ross,” I said. “Enjoy the show.”

Ross let out a breath and sank back on the sofa. Fiona smiled, slow and wicked, and moved to the middle of the rug where we could both see her.

She let the dress fall. Then she unhooked her bra and dropped it on Ross’s lap. He stared at her tits like he’d never seen any before. She cupped them, pinched her nipples, and moaned softly.

“I’ve thought about this,” she told him. “Being naked in front of you. You looking.”

“I’m looking,” Ross croaked.

She slid her knickers down and kicked them away. Then she sat on the coffee table right in front of him, leaned back on one hand, and spread her legs wide.

“Get your cock out,” she said. “I want to see what I do to you.”

He did, fumbling. Thick and hard and already leaking. Fiona licked her lips and slid her fingers between her thighs.

I sat in the armchair and stroked myself while my wife fingered herself for my best friend. She rubbed her clit in quick, tight circles, her eyes flicking between his cock and my face. Ross wanked slowly, staring.

“Faster, Ross,” she gasped. “Let me watch you.”

She came hard, legs shaking, crying out. Ross came seconds later all over his own stomach. I followed right after.

Nobody had touched anybody. Ross left, dazed and grinning. Fiona crawled into my lap, still trembling, and whispered, “Next time he touches.”

Ending 7 of 16: Her Solo Show. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“No condom,” I said. “Go bare.”

The words were out before I’d thought them through. I watched Ross’s face change, then Fiona’s.

“Wait,” Fiona said, propping herself up. “Really?”

“You said it was up to me.”

“I know, I just…” She looked at Ross, who had gone very still above her. “I didn’t think you’d actually say yes. That’s… that’s ours, Cal. That’s just ours.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“I don’t know! It was hot to ask!” She sat up properly, pulling her dress across her chest. “It’s different hearing you say it.”

Ross was already shuffling backwards off the sofa, holding a cushion over his lap. “I’m just going to,” he said, “give you two a minute.”

“Ross, stay…” Fiona started.

“Kitchen,” he said firmly. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Making tea. For a while.”

The kitchen door closed. Fiona and I stared at each other.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I thought I did.” She rubbed her face. “I’m not angry. I’m just… the moment’s gone.”

It had. Completely. Ross drank his tea standing at our kitchen counter, said a very awkward goodnight, and left.

Fiona and I lay in bed afterwards and talked until three in the morning. About rules, about trust, about what was ours.

We didn’t have sex. But she fell asleep holding my hand, which felt like something.

Ending 6 of 16: Mood Killer. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“Use the condom,” I said.

“Yep,” said Ross. “Yes. Good. Absolutely.”

He fumbled his wallet out of his jeans, which were round his knees, and dropped it. Coins went everywhere. Fiona started giggling. He found the condom, tore it open with his teeth, and spent what felt like a full minute trying to roll it on the wrong way up.

“Ross,” Fiona said, trying not to laugh. “Let me.”

She sat up, took it from him, and rolled it down his cock in one smooth movement. He made a strangled noise as her fingers closed around him.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay, okay, okay.”

She lay back, spread her legs, and pulled him down. He lined himself up, pushed into her slowly, and she gasped.

He managed four thrusts.

On the fifth he froze, his face screwed up, and let out a long, helpless groan. His hips jerked twice. Then he collapsed on her.

There was a very long silence.

“Nineteen years,” Ross said into the sofa cushion. “Nineteen years I’ve been thinking about this.”

“It’s alright,” said Fiona, patting his back, shaking with suppressed laughter.

“It’s not. I’m going to move to Spain.”

I lost it. I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the armchair. Then Fiona lost it. Then, eventually, muffled, so did Ross.

He went home ten minutes later, red to the ears. Fiona came over to me, still giggling, and climbed into my lap.

“Well,” she said. “Your turn. Please last longer than that.”

Ending 5 of 16: Too Fast. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“It’s your decision,” I said. “Whatever you want.”

Fiona looked at me a long moment. Then she slid off Ross’s knee onto the rug, knelt between his legs and reached for his belt.

“Fi,” Ross croaked.

“Shh.”

She pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she wrapped her fingers round it and looked back at me. Checking. I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.

She licked him from base to tip. Ross’s head fell back against the sofa.

Then she took him into her mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes closed. I’d been on the other end of that mouth for nine years. Watching it from across the room was something else entirely. My cock was out of my jeans and in my fist before I’d decided to do it.

She bobbed on him, wet and noisy, one hand pumping the base. Ross gripped the cushions and groaned her name. When he warned her, she didn’t stop. She took him deep and swallowed, her throat working.

Then she sat back, wiped her lips, and looked at me, cheeks pink.

“That’s all,” she said. “That’s all I want tonight.”

Ross dressed and left in a daze. Fiona crawled into my lap and kissed me so I could taste him, and stroked me until I came all over her hand.

It was intense. But she’d stopped short, and so had I.

Ending 4 of 16: On Her Knees. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“That’s enough,” I said. My voice came out rougher than I meant. “For tonight.”

Fiona nodded at once. No argument, no disappointment, just a quick squeeze of Ross’s shoulder as she stood up. “Okay. Okay, love.”

Ross looked half relieved and half like he’d been told Christmas was cancelled. He adjusted his jeans, cleared his throat, and stood.

“That was,” he said. “Yeah. Thanks. I mean. Not thanks. You know what I mean.”

“We know what you mean,” Fiona said kindly, and walked him to the door in her lace, which can’t have helped.

The second the front door closed, she turned round and looked at me.

“Bedroom,” she said. “Now.”

We didn’t make the bedroom. She dragged me down onto the stairs, yanked my jeans open and climbed on top of me, and I pushed her knickers aside and she sank onto my cock with a cry. She was soaking. Dripping.

“That was from kissing him,” she gasped, riding me hard. “Just from kissing him while you watched.”

“I know.”

“Were you jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” She ground down harder. “You’re the one I come home to. You’re the one inside me.”

She came on the stairs, shaking. I came seconds later, holding her hips down on me.

Afterwards we lay there tangled on the steps, laughing.

It was hot. It really was. But we both knew it was only the first chapter, and I’d closed the book.

Ending 3 of 16: Just a Kiss. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I couldn’t sit still. I pulled my shirt off, kicked my jeans away and went to her.

“Both of you,” I said.

Fiona’s eyes went huge. Then she grinned, the filthiest grin I’d ever seen on her, and grabbed my cock with her free hand.

She knelt between us on the rug, one cock in each fist, and took turns. Me, then Ross, then me again, her lips stretching, her eyes flicking up between us. Ross and I looked at each other over her head once, and then very carefully didn’t look at each other again.

“Bedroom,” she said, breathless. “Now.”

On our bed she got on all fours. I took her from behind, the way she likes, while she sucked Ross in front of her. Every thrust I gave her pushed her down onto his cock. She moaned around him, muffled and desperate. Ross gripped her hair gently.

It was wild. Sweaty, clumsy, elbows everywhere. She came twice with me inside her. Ross came in her mouth with a groan and collapsed. I came deep in her a minute later.

The three of us lay there in a heap, breathing hard.

“Well,” said Ross, to the ceiling.

“Well,” I agreed.

It had been amazing. But lying there afterwards, I realised I’d never actually seen it. The thing she’d fantasised about. Him and her, and me watching. I’d been too busy, too impatient.

Fiona squeezed my hand like she was thinking the same thing.

“Next time,” she whispered. “Slower.”

Ending 2 of 16: Three in a Bed. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“Yes,” I said. “Fuck him. I’m watching every second.”

She took a condom from the bowl we’d left out, rolled it onto Ross herself, and lay back on the sofa, knickers off, knees open, looking at me.

Ross knelt between her legs and pushed in slowly. Fiona’s mouth fell open. “Oh God, Cal. He’s so big.”

I stroked my cock and watched my best friend fuck my wife. Long deep strokes, her heels on his back, her tits bouncing. She never stopped looking at me. “Do you like it?” she gasped. “Watching him fill me?”

“I love it.”

He fucked her harder. She came screaming his name, then mine, nails in his shoulders. Ross groaned and came deep inside the condom, shaking.

Then he pulled out and sank back on the floor, wrecked. Fiona held her arms out to me.

“Your turn. Finish me.”

I was inside her in seconds, bare, the way only I get her. She was soaked, swollen, loose and hot from him, and I’d never felt anything like it. “Feel how he opened me,” she whispered. “For you.”

I fucked her hard while Ross watched, and she came again, clenching around me, and I emptied into her with a roar.

Later, Ross gone home grinning, she lay on my chest in our bed.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I’ve never loved you more.”

“Next month?” I asked.

She laughed and kissed me. “Already texted him.”

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Scarlett gave me a little wave and drifted off. Jade took her stool like she’d won it.

“Smart man,” she said. “She’s sweet. I’m fun.”

She was twenty-nine, she told me, and she’d been dancing for seven years, and she said both of those things like she was reading the small print of a contract. She ordered herself a drink without asking and put it on my tab. Fair enough. I’d have bought it anyway.

Up close she was all long legs and confidence. Olive skin, a gold chain round her waist, dark eyes lined like a cat’s. When she laughed she put her hand flat on my chest and left it there, feeling my heartbeat pick up.

“You’re nervous,” she said.

“First time.”

“I can tell. It’s adorable.” She slid her hand down my shirt, slowly, button by button, stopping at my belt. “Okay, first timer. Here’s how it works. You can sit right here and I’ll dance for you, and you can buy me drinks and we can be friends. Or,” she tipped her head toward the curtain at the back, “we go somewhere private and I show you what seven years of practice looks like.”

“How much is private?”

“Two hundred for half an hour.” She smiled. “Worth every penny. Ask anyone.”

She shifted on the stool, letting her knee press between my thighs, right up against my hard-on. She definitely felt it. She definitely meant to.

→ I follow her through the curtain to the VIP room

→ I stay at the bar and keep her company

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Jade rolled her eyes and drifted off. Scarlett crossed her legs, her knee resting against mine.

“Good choice,” she said. “Tell me about the week.”

So I did. I don’t know why. The job, the girlfriend, the kettle. She laughed in the right places and touched my arm in the wrong ones, and somewhere around the kettle I realised she was actually listening.

“I’m twenty-seven,” she said when I asked. “Been here four years. Paying off a nursing degree I’m nearly finished with.” She smiled. “That’s the truth, by the way. Most girls lie. I can’t be bothered.”

Up close she was even better. Freckles across her chest, disappearing into the lace. Green eyes. A tiny silver ring through her navel that caught the light every time she breathed.

“So, Owen.” She leaned closer, her breath warm on my ear, her hand resting high on my thigh. “You didn’t come here for therapy. You want a dance?”

“I do.”

“Out here on the floor, it’s twenty a song.” She nodded across the room at a velvet curtain guarded by a bald man in a black suit. “Or there’s the VIP room. Private booth, half an hour, just you and me. It’s two hundred.” She shrugged one bare shoulder. “Totally up to you. I’ll be nice either way.”

Her fingers drew a slow circle on my leg. My cock was already hard in my jeans, and she glanced down at it and smiled like it was a compliment.

→ I pay for the VIP room

→ I keep it cheap with a dance out on the floor