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Caleb and Rebecca had been playing with the idea for months. Profiles on swinger sites, late-night fantasies whispered under the sheets, Rebecca’s hand curled around his cock as she whispered about him with other women, her with other men... her with other women.
They were twenty-three, curious, hungry, in love, and comfortable enough in their love and hunger to share both.
Nothing had come of it. Until New York.
They went for a long weekend in July and Caleb had arranged for them to have drinks with a couple from one of the swingers dating sites they’d been trolling of late. Neither of them seriously thought anything would come of it. Most of the people on these sites were at least a decade older than Caleb and Rebecca, and the couples their age were either complete flakes, or way out of their league looks-wise.
So when they looked at the profile photos of who they were supposedly meeting in the city--a stunning South American couple, around their age--both were extremely skeptical, but nonetheless willing to see it through.
They were real people, with names. Ana and Miguel.
They all four chatted on the phone briefly a few days before their trip. During the call, Miguel started to get rather explicit in discussing his and Ana’s future plans with Rebecca, and Caleb went down on Rebecca while he kept listening.
Still, they’d been down this road before: promising couple, promising chats, plans to meet, and then... ghosted. So hopes remained tempered, even after they’d confirmed and then reconfirmed a time and place to meet for drinks in lower Manhattan.
But they showed up. And they were even better looking in person than their photos.
Miguel, a former soccer player, was shorter than Caleb, but built like a statue, his biceps flexing through his shirt, his whole body coiled muscle. And Ana, taller than Miguel in heels, lean and graceful, small breasts outlined against her dress, long dark hair shining against perfect tan skin. They were an almost absurdly beautiful pair. Out of reach.
They all got along swimmingly, drinking and laughing like old friends, never mentioning anything sexual. Miguel seemed to be flirting with Rebecca, but Caleb got the sense that Miguel was like that with all women. He continued to assume nothing would happen.
When the check came, Miguel smiled and said, “Our place is close. You should see the view.”
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Their loft gleamed with glass and leather, lights pouring in from the street, like a reminder the city is watching.
It happened fast. Clothes scattered, mouths opened, Rebecca already on her knees between Miguel’s hairy, muscular thighs, his thick uncut cock pushing past her lips. The sound she made—ravenous, desperate—made Caleb’s chest tighten. It was as if she swallowed Miguel and was gone. Lost to him.
Ana lowered herself over Caleb, her hair brushing his stomach, as she made her way toward his pleading hard cock. His vision was torn between this unbelievably gorgeous, naked Latina making her way to his cock, and his beautiful girlfriend, consumed with another man’s.
Ana’s eyes never left Miguel -- Miguel and Rebecca. Her mouth was wrapped around Caleb, but she was watching them. He felt it immediately, even as he moaned inside her perfect mouth. He was not her focus. Caleb was not anyone’s focus.
When he offered to go down on her instead, Ana smiled like he’d finally understood his role. He slid to the floor, burying his face in her pussy.
Through the tangle of her thighs he watched. Rebecca choking on Miguel’s cock. Her mascara smearing. Her jaw yawning wide for him as he held the sides of her head and fucked her mouth.
Miguel groaned, gripping Rebecca harder as he slid in and out of the back of her throat, saliva dripping down her chin with each stroke.
Caleb felt Ana’s body stiffen, her breath gasping as she watched, rapt. He worked her clit harder, his tongue desperate to keep her there, to make himself relevant.
Then it all broke loose. Miguel’s voice harsh, his cock spilling across Rebecca’s lips and cheeks at the exact moment Ana came against Caleb’s mouth.
Neither of the women looked at him. They looked at each other.
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Ana slipped down beside Rebecca and kissed her boyfriend’s come from her lips, then licked it from her face. Then both women knelt before Miguel, licking him clean, kissing and groping each other, their laughter wet and breathless. Caleb’s cock throbbed in his hand, but no one turned to him.
Miguel was ready to go again within two minutes of spraying on Rebecca’s face.
“You want to see me fuck her, baby?” Ana touched her pussy and nodded.
Rebecca didn’t wait to be told what to do, bending over the couch, her ass up in the air, presenting herself to them. Miguel slid into her with a growl, without putting a condom on.
Caleb’s breath caught. They had agreed to use protection! Rebecca cried out like she’d been waiting for this, her body bowing to him, taking him in deeper. She expressed no hesitation. Only lust.
Caleb’s concern over the violation of their boundaries was quickly outweighed by the erotic intensity of witnessing the woman he loved so dearly being taken like this.
Ana perched beside Caleb on the couch, but he might as well have been in the next room. Her attention stayed fixed on Miguel’s cock pumping into Rebecca. Caleb sat frozen, but unbearably hot, with jealousy and arousal.
Then Ana spread her legs and tugged Rebecca between them. Caleb watched as she buried her face in Ana’s cunt, moaning, her body jolting each time Miguel slammed into her.
The couple maintained smoldering eye contact with one another while they treated Caleb’s partner like a toy. Rebecca clung to both of them—Miguel filling her, Ana smothering her—while Caleb sat inches away, so hard, and yet so useless, watching the woman he loved disappear into their pleasure.
She came hard, sobbing into Ana’s lap, her body shuddering around Miguel’s cock. Caleb almost came from the sight alone, stroking himself desperately, whispering her name, but even that went unheard.
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The night ended shortly thereafter, with the ladies side-by-side on their knees, devout before Miguel, naked, beading sweat from his sculpted frame, stroking himself above them.
Caleb watched, vaguely nauseous but completely transfixed, as Miguel loudly came, yet again. His climax striped their faces, dripping down Rebecca’s cheek, pooling atop her breasts. She was glowing. Beautiful. Drenched in someone else.
Caleb didn’t come. He couldn’t.
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On the walk back to the hotel, Rebecca’s arm slipped around his. Her face was flushed, her body still humming from the loft.
“I didn’t realize,” were the first words she’d spoken to him since putting someone else’s shaft between her lips.
“You didn’t…?”
He shook his head.
“Thank you,” she said. “For letting me have that. For letting me have them.”
Her words twisted in his chest, cruel and sweet. Caleb’s cock ached with the unbearable certainty that he had lost her—if only for a night—and that nothing had ever aroused him more.
She kissed him tenderly. He kissed her back eagerly, desperate for her affection. Her mouth tasted different.
He realized then, that what he was tasting was not Rebecca’s mouth, but Miguel’s cock.