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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.