FSBR

by jadeaizen1629

FSBR

5. FSBR5

I was in heaven. Or at least my cock was... although that was pretty much the same thing.

Nina lay beneath me, panting as I thrust into her rapidly. She was clearly enjoying herself, and in the back of my fevered mind I wondered... was this it? Was I finally about to make her cum?

I mentally willed myself to hold on just a bit longer... we were so close! But the pleasure, oh god, the pleasure.

And just like that, I felt the telltale switch flip in my mind. Jerking my hips back, I began to release onto Nina's pelvis—although there wasn't much to be released. I'd been drained daily for almost a week, so the only sperm left was what I'd managed to produce in the past 24 hours.

After giving myself a moment to recover, I jumped back into action. My job wasn't done.

I crawled up next to Nina and flipped on my side. She watched me move and turned to face me, but I restrained her.

"I'm not giving up yet. Let me try with my hands again?"

I saw a flash of skepticism in Nina's eyes, but she buried it quickly. "Yeah, go for it," she responded, still somewhat breathless. She flopped onto her back once more.

I reached between her legs with my hand and began to rub it on her sensitive area. "How's that feel?"

"Good. Go a bit faster."

I complied. My fingers rubbed in a small circle over her clit, trying to keep my pace fast but steady.

"Mmmmm, faster."

My hands were going about as fast as I could move them while keeping them controlled, but I did my best. I kept at it for what seemed like an eternity, watching Nina's face closely for a sign that she'd finally reached her peak. As exhausting as it was, I did seem to be making progress...

And then the cramp hit. The pain was intense, and I reflexively yanked my arm back, trying to soothe the aggrieved muscle. At last, the pain faded, but the damage was done. Nina was looking at me, concerned. At least it wasn't disappointment that I saw.

"Sorry," I muttered. "Just got the forearm cramp from hell. I'm good now, though. Want to pick up where we left off?"

Nina rolled over and hugged me. "I love your dedication, Shaun. But let's save it for another time. It just wasn't meant to be today, and that's okay. There's always tomorrow, after all."

There's always tomorrow, after all.

That had become our unofficial motto over the past week. At first, it had been a lighthearted line, meant to emphasize that Nina and I were in no hurry. Now that Nina and I had finally had sex (thanks to our roommate, Dante), a whole new world of physical pleasure was open to us. It was amazing, and we'd had sex every day in the week since.

To be sure, our sex had its awkward moments—we didn't have that first-time-excitement to hide behind anymore—but I'd never felt closer to Nina.

My only regret was that I'd yet to give her an orgasm.

She clearly liked having sex with me, and she reassured me that she didn't need an orgasm to enjoy it... but still. I couldn't help but feel that it meant there was something wrong with me. Especially considering I had seen her orgasm twice before during sex... with Dante. I knew it was likely just the extra thrill factor that gave him the advantage over me, but I couldn't stop comparing myself to him. He was bigger, taller, more muscular... not to mention well-endowed. Plus, as much as it shouldn't have made a difference, Dante being black probably made him seem more exotic too.

I knew these thoughts were unfair to both myself and Nina, but I couldn't seem to stop them. My only silver-lining was that I knew Nina was fully committed to me. Even if she had enjoyed her sex with Dante, I was the one she was marrying in a few months.

And once I finally gave Nina the orgasm she deserved, I could put my insecurities behind me for good. Today was a failure, but as Nina had pointed out, we'd have the rest of our lives together. We didn't need to be perfect right away.

There's always tomorrow, after all.

With our sex finished for the night, Nina and I cleaned up and went to bed. Despite the unfortunate ending, our sex had been good. The connection between the two of us extended to the physical, I was happy to see. Both of us had been so horny for each other the past week, in fact, that we hadn't even needed foreplay to get going. We just exchanged 'the look' and then the next second, we'd tear each other's clothes off. Nina had never struck me as a physically-minded girl, but it seemed that was a sign of her self-repression, rather than a true ambivalence to sex. I'd been fine waiting until marriage... but I had to admit, this was better.

Nina appeared happier too; part of it was the sex itself, but I suspected the major reason was she no longer feared me abandoning her afterwards. Years of self-repression had finally ended; no wonder Nina had dived headfirst into this new world. I also sensed her desire to experiment. Nothing wild—just different positions, different times of day, etc—but enough to suggest that she was just getting started.

I liked this new Nina.

As I went to sleep that night, I felt good—despite my lingering insecurities.

The next morning, as I was headed off to work, Dante popped out of his room just in time to catch me.

"Hey, Shaun. I've got a client this evening—would you be okay pushing your massage to tomorrow instead?"

I kept forgetting that I was part of this massage deal. I'd only started it so Dante would have an excuse to get his hands on Nina, after all.

"Uh, yeah. I'll be free," I replied, hoping I didn't sound as off-guard as I was.

"Cool, tomorrow it is. By the way, congrats on Nina. I hear the way you two have been going at it this last week. I told you I'd make it happen," Dante grinned.

I felt my cheeks burn. "Oh shit, Dante. I didn't realize you could hear us. We'll try and be quieter."

"Nah, man. You guys are good. Not like you're screaming your lungs out or anything. But rhythmic bouncing that lasts for several minutes straight? Pretty obvious what's going on. Don't worry about me though—you guys do your thing."

"Yeah. Sure," I said as Dante disappeared behind his bedroom door.

As I left the apartment, I tried to put my embarrassment behind me. It was silly, considering Dante and I had both fucked Nina in front of the other, but I was self-conscious anyway. This was private time between Nina and me now; it was no longer a group activity.

I decided to text Nina while it was fresh on my mind. She might want to know that we'd been giving Dante an earful. Later that morning, I received her response: blushing emoji.

I didn't think much of this exchange at the time, but hindsight brought a new significance to it. For now, though, it seemed like a small issue.

When I made it back home after work, Nina was by herself at the apartment. Dante had been gone all afternoon, so we had the place to ourselves. After a quick dinner, we put on a movie and cuddled on the couch together. As the movie progressed, I noticed that Nina kept adjusting her position next to me until she'd placed her hands casually on my thigh. I was aware of her proximity to my cock, but assumed that surely she wasn't trying to start something here in the open.

The next few minutes made it clear how wrong I was. Nina began rubbing my leg off and on, at first absent-mindedly, but then with more purpose. Soon, I realized she was slowly making her way to my zipper, despite her pretending to be as engrossed in the movie as me. When she brushed my now-hard member through my pants, I couldn't take the teasing anymore.

"Nina... are you really trying to start something here? Dante could be back any time now," I said, simultaneously uncomfortable and turned-on.

Nina turned towards me with a sly smile on her face. "Hmm, I guess it would be a bit risky, wouldn't it? Maybe I should stop after all."

Despite her words, Nina didn't stop. Instead, she began openly petting my cock through the fabric. Nina's grin widened.

I was stunned. Her experiences with Dante aside, I'd never seen Nina be so bold... and as much as I enjoyed her attention, I wasn't sure I wanted to risk Dante walking in on us either. What had gotten into her? This wasn't the reserved, self-repressed Nina I was used to. It wasn't bad exactly... just unexpected.

Nina sensed my ambivalence. "We could take this to the bedroom, if you want. But don't you want to experiment... and try something new? C'mon, Shaun. Let's have some fun."

To emphasize her point, she unzipped me and pulled my cock out into the open. "Looks to me like you want this as much as I do."

"I mean, I'll always want you," I agreed. "You just caught me off guard is all."

"Hey, you're the one who started all this whole having-sex thing," Nina teased. "So, really it's your own fault."

She had me there, I had to admit. I suppressed my reservations and followed Nina's lead. Maybe she was right... a little risk could be fun.

As before, neither of us needed foreplay. My arousal was already obvious; Nina's became clear too as soon as she'd removed her leggings and underwear. She was soaked.

Nina straddled me on the couch, wasting no time impaling herself on my manhood. I had to undo my pants and slide them down my thighs—in Nina's eagerness, she'd left them in place. Even as I shifted my clothes downwards, Nina began to slide up and down along my shaft. She couldn't get started soon enough, it seemed.

My pants (mostly) out of the way, I returned my attention to Nina, grabbing her ass and supporting her weight as she rode me. I looked up at Nina just long enough to see her smile before she planted a heavy kiss on my lips. Her intensity surprised me; even as eagerly as we'd been fucking, this was a new level of passion. Was this really just because we'd moved out in the open?

All my questions quickly evaporated though, as the pace of our fuck soon reached cruising speed. Nina shifted her movements from up and down to grinding her crotch on mine. It wasn't quite as pleasureful for me, but I could see what it was doing to Nina... and that was enough. Nina had lost herself completely to her lust, riding me for all she was worth.

Just as she seemed unable to move any faster, her body seized suddenly and she collapsed against me. "Oh fuck, Shaun," she moaned, as her orgasm overtook her. I cradled her as she came onto and around my cock. The sensation was incredible; doubly so, knowing that I was responsible.

This was the first time I'd made her cum, after all.

When Nina's orgasm finally subsided, she pulled back and looked at me, breathing heavy, but with a wide smile. "Wow."

I kissed her in response. Nina returned it briefly, then leaned back and pulled herself off me completely. I was still rock-hard—as good as Nina had felt, it wasn't the right angle for me to finish. Nina noted my still-aroused state with surprise.

"Oh, babe. You're still... you didn't finish?"

"Just wasn't the best angle for me. But as you've said before, it felt good. Besides, I'm just happy you finished. You've waited long enough for it."

Nina giggled. "I mean, I am feeling pretty good. But we can start again if you want?"

I stood and hugged Nina softly. I appreciated her offer, but we were overdue to let Nina be the selfish one. I could tell she was exhausted, and I didn't want to have sex with a half-enthused partner. Besides, Dante would be home soon. "No, that's okay. I love you for saying it, but I'll be fine. There's always tomorrow, right?"

"There's always tomorrow," Nina echoed, as she sank into my embrace.

We held each other, still stark naked, for a few seconds, before I finally released her. "Well, let's clean up, I guess. Don't want to leave our clothes scattered everywhere for Dante."

"Eh, he'll be fine," Nina joked, but she helped me pick up the clothes anyway. We gathered them all and retreated to our room, cleaning ourselves up and redressing before making our way back to the couch. My erection finally went down, and although I did have blue balls from the experience, it was only a mild case.

Just a few minutes after Nina and I had returned to the couch, we heard a key turn in the door. Dante had returned.

Nina and I exchanged a knowing glance as Dante joined us in the living area.

"You guys having fun without me?" he said, flopping into the nearby chair.

"Nothing too crazy. Just watching some TV," I offered casually.

"Well, don't let me mess with your quiet time. I'll hang out in my room and leave you two lovebirds alone." Dante started to stand.

"Nah, man, you're fine. You're welcome to watch with us if you want," I said, not wanting to be rude.

"Well, if you insist... It'll be nice to be around people who aren't my clients tonight," Dante said, settling back down again.

The three of us watched TV together then, but I couldn't stop thinking about the sex Nina and I'd just had. It was amazing—even more so considering just a month ago she wouldn't have sex with me at all. But now Nina was unleashed. I was curious... just how wild would she get?

The next few days were unfortunately a return to normalcy. School and work took up much of our lives, not to mention the wedding planning looming in the back of our minds. We'd finished a lot of the leg work by now, but there were always last-minute checks and adjustments we needed to make. RSVPs, scheduling, etc.

Dante seemed to go about his own life too, although he did give me the massage on Saturday like he'd promised. Like before, I enjoyed the relaxation, but I realized that I'd no longer be able to separate his massages from his twin seductions of Nina. As he finished, I promised myself I'd talk to him about taking me out of the rotation. I didn't think he'd be happy about paying full rent again, but maybe I could have Nina take my place. I knew it might be weird to let Dante feel up Nina even more, but I wasn't too worried. After all, he'd already slept with her. What else could he do?

Besides, Nina and I were still making love almost every day. True, the novelty of the sex itself was finally starting to wear off, but we were still getting started. Foreplay wasn't necessary for us yet, so I knew that would be an easy way to spice things up again. Besides, even if we didn't have sex every single day, I would be okay. We were just making up for the years we'd gone without it.

Unfortunately, Nina didn't orgasm during these sessions either. She reassured me that she just needed a bit more connection with her body, but I had to wonder how much of her earlier orgasm was excitement from being in the open, rather than in our bedroom where we normally made love. I had to admit the thrill of risking Dante walking in on us got my adrenaline flowing too—even if I didn't want it to actually happen. Nina's sexuality was just for me now, after all.

Still, by that Friday, Nina was orgasm-less, and I decided it was time for a boost.

It was evening. Nina and I were lounging on the couch; we had the apartment to ourselves. Dante had left not long before to take care of a final massage appointment, so I knew we'd have plenty of alone time. Nina was finishing some homework before the weekend, but I could tell her brain was almost out of juice. I decided she could use a little break. Plus, the movie I was watching had gotten boring.

Pulling my attention away from the TV, I leaned towards Nina and wrapped my arm around her. Nina didn't even glance from her laptop as I pulled her in close to me. I decided to make my intent clearer.

"Babe, you think you might want to take a break for a bit? Save the school for later?" I asked as I began to play with her hair.

"Oh, I'm almost done. Ten more minutes, then I'll watch the movie with you. I promise," Nina said, maintaining her laser focus.

"Watching a movie wasn't what I had in mind," I said, using my free hand to gently turn her chin towards me as I leaned in for a kiss.

Our lips met briefly, then I pulled back again to gauge Nina's reaction.

"Oh, I see," she said, realizing at last what I was doing. "You might be right. Maybe it is time for a break. Let me just save this real fast."

She made a few final clicks on the laptop before closing it and setting it on the coffee table. "There. You ready to take this to the bedroom then?"

"Actually, I think we should keep it right here," I replied. "Dante will be gone for at least another hour. And it is our apartment, after all. Why not take advantage of all of this space? We've got this whole couch. And if that gets boring, we've got the kitchen counter... and the dining table..."

"Ooh, I like the way you think, babe," Nina agreed, as she placed a hand on my chest and began rubbing.

"And if those places get old... there's always Dante's bed too," I teased, loving the way my words were firing Nina up.

"You're so bad. We can't have sex in Dante's bed. That's mean!" Nina said, but I could tell she was entertained by the idea.

"I mean, I let him sleep with you. It only seems fair to me," I pointed out, as I began to run my hands over Nina's body.

"Hmmm," was all Nina could manage as the two of us gave ourselves fully to our desire. We began to kiss while continuing our mutual explorations. Soon, clothes began flying onto the floor, and before I knew it, Nina had climbed on top of me, ready to take me inside. Before she could though, I stopped her.

"Wait, I want to try something new," I said softly. "Stand up for a second."

I could tell Nina wasn't thrilled about the interruption, but she complied, stepping back onto the floor. Once Nina was off me, I scooted back onto the couch as far as I could go and settled in on my right side. I was now lying lengthwise along the couch, with enough space for Nina to climb on in front of me.

I patted the space; my message was clear.

Nina smiled, understanding what I had in mind. With much more grace than I could have managed, she joined me on the couch and flipped so that she faced the same way I did. With a final move, she snuggled up against me, her ass pressing firmly against my hips. Despite having squeezed her cheeks plenty with my hands, they'd never felt fuller, cushioned against my body as they were.

As Nina scooted next to me, my cock had become trapped between us, and I could feel its heat radiating freely; it seemed even warmer than our bodies. I pulled my hips back slightly and then down, maneuvering my head between her legs and then directly against her wetness. The angle was bad, but after I bent my legs—moving Nina's with them—I finally felt my tip slip inside. At last, I began to push forward, filling my fiancé with my hardness.

I sighed, overwhelmed by the sensation. I'd been inside Nina several times by this point, but never in this position. I wouldn't have imagined the angle would have changed the way her pussy felt on my cock, but it did. It was like I'd put my hand in a glove backwards—I could tell I wasn't meant to be in this way... but it wasn't bad. In fact, I felt like I was reaching parts of Nina I'd never reached before.

"I love you," I whispered into Nina's ear, her head just beneath mine.

She twisted back, trying to kiss me, but there wasn't enough room to maneuver. I settled for kissing her on the temple.

I reached my arm around Nina's body, securing her against me, as I began to slowly rock my hips. The experience was incredible—her soft ass cushioning my body, her velvety pussy gripping my cock in its warm embrace, her brown hair just in front of my face... the faint smell of her shampoo tickling my nose. I'd never felt as close to anyone as I did in that moment—it felt like our very souls were linked.

When the footsteps arrived in front of our apartment door, I didn't even register them. It wasn't until I heard a key in our lock, followed by it turning, that I realized what was happening. Someone was here. Someone was coming in. Dante was back.

I felt Nina freeze against me, paralyzed by the sudden intrusion. I cursed aloud, but moved quickly, almost by instinct. There was no time to dress or move, so I quickly grabbed the nearby blanket and threw it over the two of us. Fortunately, it was large and covered us both... but it didn't quite cover all our clothes on the floor. Fuck.

"Damn client cancelled on me last-second," Dante said, clearly annoyed. I mentally willed him to head to his room, but instead, he drew closer. "I shouldn't be too upset, because I'll be paid anyway, but I don't like making a trip out for nothing. Just call in advance and save us both some time."

I heard Dante set down his keys, and then his footsteps heading towards us. I couldn't see him, down on the couch as I was, but my adrenaline was flooding freely.Please turn back,I pushed out with my thoughts.

Dante did not turn back. He popped into view a moment later, and spotted Nina and me on the couch. He gave us a strange look, but I couldn't tell if it was because he knew what we'd been doing or if he just wasn't used to seeing us spoon. The only saving grace was that the blanket did make it seem like Nina and I were just cuddling—rather than actively fucking. I could feel Nina's heartbeat pounding against my arm; my own raced as well. I knew it was stupid to feel caught by Dante considering what the three of us had already done, but it's exactly how I did feel. I waited anxiously for Dante to comment on our compromised state.

But then Dante turned to the TV, and the moment passed. "You watching anything good?"

"Honestly, not really," I said, trying my best to sound like I wasn't dick-deep in pussy. "I'm just too lazy to change it."

"Mindless TV doesn't sound too bad, actually," Dante said as he went to his usual chair near the couch, settling in. He wasn't going anywhere.

As the three of us now sat in silence, ostensibly watching TV, my mind worked frantically. I was still rock-hard inside Nina, and we were both as naked as the day we were born. How the hell would we get out of this one? Did we just wait for Dante to leave and then make a dash for the bedroom? Even as I thought it, I knew that was a dumb idea. Who knew how long that might be? Unless we wanted to be here for hours, I'd have to admit to Dante what we were doing and ask him for some privacy. It would be embarrassing, but less embarrassing than the alternatives.

Just as I'd reached this conclusion, Nina had apparently reached a conclusion of her own. Ever so innocently, she gave a slight wiggle of her hips against me, sending a fresh wave of pleasure onto my cock. It took all my willpower not to reciprocate the move, but somehow, I resisted. What the hell did Nina think she was doing?

As if in answer to my question, Nina repeated her move, this time sliding me even more inside her.

Keeping my voice as low as possible, I whispered. "Nina, what the hell are you doing?"

Nina didn't respond, but instead turned so I could see half her face. Smiling deviously, she wiggled a third time onto me.

I couldn't take much more. A few more wiggles and I would have taken Nina in front of a full stadium, decency be damned. I mustered a final warning. "If we don't stop now, I won't be able to," I whispered.

Nina grinned and wiggled a final time, this one her largest yet. With that, I lost all concerns except one—fucking the hell out of my fiancé.

I did my best to hide it. I did. But once I committed, I knew there was no going back. I picked up where I'd left off, slowly rocking my hips into Nina. I kept my motions as slight as possible, so it wasn't super obvious what we were doing under the blanket, but I knew if Dante looked over, he'd figure it out pretty quickly. Fortunately, he still seemed focused on the TV.

Nina was hotter than I'd ever seen her—every move of my cock seemed to trigger her body in just the right way, and it wasn't long before she was openly gasping in rhythm with my thrusts. They were barely audible, but they were there.

It wasn't long before I'd lost myself in my own pleasure—the room fading away except for my fiancé who was so deeply in heat. The more I pushed into Nina, the less concerned I became with hiding. If anything, knowing Dante was right there was becoming a turn-on itself. I had no doubts Nina felt the same way, especially considering she was the one who had started this.

I don't know when Dante realized what Nina and I were doing. All I know is that I happened to glance towards him and saw him watching us intently. He must have been watching for a decent time, because his hand was moving over his sweatpants, openly stroking himself through the fabric as he stared at us. I couldn't see Nina's face, so I had no idea if she'd realized we'd been caught.

If I'd been in my right mind, I would have asked Dante to leave then. To apologize for our rudeness, but firmly say that we needed privacy and we'd be happy to make it up to him later.

But I wasn't in my right mind. I was halfway to paradise, and the fuck was all I cared about. The fuck... and making it hotter.

I caught Dante's eye. Maintaining his gaze, I adjusted my arm and twisted it slightly, taking hold of the blanket from underneath. Ever so gently, I began to pull on it, slowly dragging it from our bodies.

I didn't yank it all off at once. Instead, I exposed a bit of skin at a time. First our shoulders. Then our chests. Then stomachs. Only when the blanket reached our hips did I let gravity take over, and it fell away completely. Nina had to have realized what I was doing, but she never moved to stop me. In fact, when the blanket finally fell, she moaned, "Oh, Shaun," and continued fucking me despite being completely exposed to Dante's eye.

Dante must have taken the blanket's fall as a cue, because once it was gone, he slid off his own pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free into the air. Even though this was the third time I'd seen it, I was still impressed with how large it was—not monstrously so, but more than adequate. I couldn't help but wonder what Nina thought of such an impressive specimen. She had to have noticed it by now.

Even as I continued to plunge into Nina from behind, Dante began to stroke himself in front of us. Our need for secrecy gone, Nina no longer hid her sounds of pleasure. Her moans increased in volume as I fucked her, and before I knew it, Nina was orgasming in my arms. I momentarily slowed my thrusts as ecstasy flowed through her body, but once she was done, I started again. We weren't done yet.

My cock ached to return to a frantic pace again, but I forced myself to ease Nina back into it. Surprisingly, she found a second wind quickly, it wasn't long before we were fucking steadily again. Dante was stroking himself steadily too, and I suspect he was more than ready to finish himself off there.

But deep in my lust, I thought that seemed like such a waste. Why let a cock go unfulfilled when there was a sexy woman right here who could take care of it? The fact that she was my fiancé, promised to me and me alone, didn't even cross my mind. Even jealousy or fear that Nina might prefer Dante's cock to my own didn't register. I was in full animal-mode. And besides, I wasn't going to let Dante fuck her—just get a little side action.

Still plunging into Nina, I motioned for Dante's attention. Once I had it, I waved, signaling for him to approach. Dante didn't need to be summoned twice, and without a word, he walked over. He stood next to the couch, his thick, black cock protruding from his body towards Nina's face. Nina looked back at me uncertainly—was I okay with this?

In response, I took hold of her forearm and moved it towards Dante, resting her hand upon his black snake. She gripped him by instinct, and then began to stroke, her delicate white fingers contrasting sharply against the darkness of his cock. Having been the recipient of many of Nina's handjobs, I knew she would take care of him in no time.

The fact that I was letting my sweet fiancé pleasure Dante yet again, even if less intimately than the massages, was still a huge mindfuck for me. As high as Nina's pussy was getting me, seeing her focus on Dante's pleasure was an even greater high. I can't explain it, but it's almost like Dante's pleasure *was* my pleasure—so I was really fucking Nina twice at once.

Unfortunately for Dante, me taking Nina from behind meant that she couldn't focus solely on him. He seemed close—very close—but Nina's hand wasn't quite cutting it, distracted as she was. It was no surprise then when he maneuvered himself forward, pushing the head of his cock just in front of Nina's face. He didn't say a word, but I saw him give a small nod to Nina, and then a moment later, I heard the telltale sounds of her sucking on him. Despite our sex, Nina still hadn't gone down on me. It seemed that Dante was once again getting to experience her first, although this time, it was her mouth, rather than her pussy, he beat me to.

I still had no room for jealousy, though, as deep in my lust as I was. The three of us continued for some time, me pushing my cock as far into Nina as I could, Nina sucking on Dante's rod while she continued to stroke him, and Dante lustfully staring down at Nina as she worked. None of us spoke, but the sounds of our sex filled the air. I had the passing thought that this was my first threesome. How the fuck had that happened?

I could tell all three of us were rapidly approaching our climaxes. Surprisingly, it was me who managed to last the longest. Dante and Nina went almost at the same time; Dante reached for Nina's head suddenly and gripped her hair; a second later, he came. As he moaned his release, I felt Nina stiffen against me as she began to gasp herself. Her pussy muscles squeezed me firmly even as I continued to pump inside her, triggering my own climax. Instinctively, I pulled out just as I began to shoot my load all over Nina's legs and thighs. All three of us rode our pleasure waves until they subsided, lying still and catching our breaths.

Finally, Nina moved first, sitting up. Dante offered her his hand, helping her to her feet. Nina turned back towards me, lending me her own hand. It was then I saw her face for the first time since we finished. I'd assumed that Dante had cum inside Nina's mouth, but he hadn't. His sperm was splattered all over Nina's face and hair, some of it even now dripping from her cheeks onto her boobs. It was a surreal sight—a year ago, I certainly never expected my homeschooled fiancé to receive a facial like that, much less from a well-hung black man. Yet here she was, sporting more jizz than makeup.

I accepted Nina's hand and pulled myself up. All three of us now stood there by the couch, Nina between Dante and me. I realized that this was now the third time that Nina had gotten Dante off. The first time was a fluke; the second time was for my benefit. But a third time? Now, it was a pattern.

Yes, the sex had been hot, but if we kept crossing lines like this... where would it stop? I wanted to speak up, say that as fun as this was, it was the last time. Sorry, Dante.

But I realized the words would sound hollow with Dante's seed still dripping from Nina's face.

The first job was to clean up. We could talk later.

Dante, on the other hand, was not burdened with such thoughts. With a straight face, he said. "Man, you guys got me wishing my clients cancelled more often,"

Nina laughed, sparking a pang of jealousy in me. It was stupid that a laugh did, while a blowjob didn't, but it's how I felt. I needed to end this moment and end it fast.

"Well, we weren't planning on company, but you're welcome, Dante," I said before turning to Nina. "Why don't we get ourselves cleaned up?"

Nina used a hand to wipe some of Dante's cum from her face, as if noticing it for the first time. I half-expected her to scoop some onto a finger and taste it, but she didn't. Instead, she wiped it on her side, looked at me slightly embarrassed, and nodded.

As we retreated to our bedroom—and the shower—Dante shouted behind us, "You're a lucky man, Shaun!"

I certainly didn't feel like it.

Nina and I didn't talk much in the shower. I think we were both lost in our own thoughts. It wasn't until we had crawled into bed that I finally felt ready to speak my piece.

"Nina, I think we need to talk about tonight," I said matter-of-factly.

Nina flipped over towards me, giving me her full attention. "I think we do, too,"

I was surprised. I'd assumed Nina had been fine with everything and I was going to have to explain why I felt so uncomfortable. But I heard the discomfort in her tone... had I misjudged the situation?

"Oh. What did you want to say?" I responded.

"It's okay. You can go first," Nina offered. She seemed as uncertain about me as I was about her. It was understandable. This was new territory, after all.

I hesitated a second more, but then took a deep breath and dove in.

"I don't regret what happened just now. I don't. I'm not mad at you, or even Dante for that matter. I'm the one who invited Dante to join us, after all. Sure, I wasn't in my right mind, but it was me all the same. What bothers me though is that this is the third time that Dante's gotten more of you than he has any right to, and that makes me uncomfortable. I don't know how we've let it get this far, you know? And it makes me afraid that it won't stop. I love you, and I don't want to do anything that would risk what we have. I know you love me too, and it's just sex, but it just feels... weird."

Nina gave me a look that might have been love or pity or both.

"Shaun, I love you. So, so much. You don't have to justify anything to me. I feel the exact same way. I love that we're exploring our physical sides together, and I know that Dante got us kickstarted, but you're the man I care about. You're the man I'm marrying. You're the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Dante may have been fun, but that's all he is. I'm more than okay with leaving him out in the future. You're enough for me."

I hadn't realized just how much I needed to hear those words. I sighed deeply with relief.

"You're enough for me too," I said, kissing Nina on the forehead. She responded by scooting closer to me and squeezing me in a tight hug.

I wrapped own my arms around her, and we just held each other silently for a moment. Finally, I released her and said, "well, I'm glad we can get back to normal now."

"Me too," came her response.

If only we'd known just how wrong we were.

For a time, though, it did seem like we'd returned to normalcy. Work, school, and other routines all came back. Nina and I still had sex, but it was more like twice a week rather than daily. We finally introduced some foreplay, but it was mostly light touching, and then we were both ready to skip to the good stuff. We kept sex in the bedroom from then on, and although Nina never had any orgasms like that last time with Dante, she did have some. Progress, it seemed.

We also talked with Dante, saying that with everything that had happened, we thought it best that the massages stopped. I was surprised when Dante agreed at once, even acknowledging that his rent would return to the original (non-discounted) rate. He never lost his quiet charm either, interacting with us just as affably as before. Apparently holding a grudge wasn't in his nature.

I might have stopped thinking of our trysts with Dante entirely if it wasn't for his stares. Like before, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Nina. He wasn't as blatant as he'd been right after their first fling, but it was there. I couldn't blame Dante, and as long as it was just stares, I didn't have a problem. I don't know if Nina noticed the stares or not. For her part, she didn't seem to pay Dante any unwarranted attention.

Still, I was paranoid enough to keep an eye on my apartment cameras when it was just the two of them there. They didn't spend every day alone, but with the way our schedules lined up, they had at least some time together roughly twice a week. Dante spent most of his time in the living room now, although Nina tended to keep herself shut away in our room. It was rare they saw each other even when it was just the two of them.

I kept expecting Dante to say something to me about our last encounter, but he never did. Maybe he was afraid it would be a sore spot between us. Maybe he felt like he'd pushed his luck, and he didn't want to get on our bad side. We were kind of his landlords, after all.

Before I knew it, Winter Break arrived. I still had to work, of course, but Nina had a couple weeks off from school. We'd planned to take care of any outstanding wedding issues while she was free (the actual wedding/honeymoon was scheduled for her Spring Break in March), but as it turned out, we'd already finished just about everything.

This left Nina with an unexpected amount of free time that made her somewhat restless. I don't know if that played a role in what came next or not, but it ultimately doesn't matter.

It was the Monday before Christmas. I was at work when my phone alerted me to movement on the apartment cameras. This wasn't unusual, but I checked the feed anyway out of sheer habit. When I saw that Dante was knocking on our bedroom door, though, everything else left my mind. This was new.

From our bedroom camera, I watched Nina put down a book she'd been reading at her desk and approach the door. She opened it uncertainly.

"Oh, hey, Dante. What's up?" she asked, clearly confused by his intrusion.

"Not much. Just bored. Was wondering if you might want to get out of the apartment with me and find something to do."

"Sorry, Dante. I'm actually in the middle of a book right now. What about asking some of your other friends?"

"They're all busy," Dante shrugged. "No worries, though. I don't want to interrupt your book. What are you reading?"

Nina suddenly sounded sheepish. "Well, I guess you could call it a romance book."

"Oh yeah? What's it called?"

"The Sinews of Sin," Nina admitted, after a moment of hesitation.

Dante laughed. "That doesn't sound like a normal romance book. What's it about?"

Nina was thoroughly embarrassed now. "I'd... rather not say. It's a bit risqué."

"Oh, c'mon, now Nina. I think with everything we've done there's nothing left to be ashamed of. What's it about?"

"Well... the short version is that it's about a girl who goes on a mission trip to Nigeria with her boyfriend. But then there's an accident, and her boyfriend gets badly hurt. He lives but has to be hospitalized for a long time. The rest of their mission team decides to head back as scheduled, but the girl insists on staying while her boyfriend heals up. She ends up living with one of their host families and forms a connection with one of the sons her age. One thing leads to another, and then soon she's torn between her boyfriend and this new guy."

"That doesn't sound too risqué to me," Dante said skeptically.

"That's because I gave you the PG version. In the actual story, there's a lot more heat involved. It... gets pretty graphic," Nina explained.

"Oh. So, it's a smut book."

"Yeah, I guess it technically is," Nina admitted.

Dante tilted his head, intrigued. "I'm surprised that you're into smut. You didn't strike me as the type."

Nina's blush was visible even from the camera.

Dante continued. "Although to be fair, you're not what I expected in a lot of ways."

"What do you mean?" Nina asked, clearly curious now.

"Well, this says more about me than you, but I expected you to be boring. You just seemed so, I dunno... vanilla." Dante shrugged.

"But you don't think so now?"

Dante laughed. "I don't think I could ever call you boring now. You're quite the firecracker when you want to be, Nina."

Nina looked down sheepishly, but I think she appreciated the compliment. She looked back up at Dante a second later, grinning. "Okay, that's fair. But I'd like to say that you're not what I expected either."

"Oh yeah? And what did you expect?" Dante said playfully.

"I wasn't sure, to be honest," Nina replied. "Keep in mind that I was homeschooled. You're the first black man I've spent any real time with. I guess I just expected you to be... different. Like, I never expected that we'd have conversations or hang out together."

"Or fuck?" Dante interjected.

Nina blushed even deeper. "Yes... or that. But I was wrong. You're just a normal guy."

"Hey now, let's not take it too far. I'd like to think I'm a bit more than just 'normal'. I'd call myself above-average, at least. You would know, after all," Dante teased.

Nina conceded the point. "Okay, yeah, that's fair. You're well above average."

They were both silent for a moment, letting Nina's words linger in the air; its double meaning was plain.

Even remotely, I could sense the tension that had built between them. It had happened in no time too; clearly their mutual fascination hadn't faded. I hated that I was stuck at work—what if Dante decided to make a move now? Would Nina have the willpower to resist? My mind raced through the possibilities.

Dante cleared his throat, emphasizing the volatility of the moment. He took a slight step closer to Nina, forcing her to tilt her head upwards to meet his eyes. He let the silence hang a second longer, until at last, he spoke.

His voice was soft and deliberate, as if he'd been considering possibilities of his own. "So, Nina. That book you're reading. How does it end? Does she stay with her boyfriend? Or does she get with the new guy?"

"I mean, I haven't finished yet," Nina replied, her own voice soft now too. "But right now, I think she ends back up with the boyfriend."

"Makes sense, although a bit predictable," Dante replied. "But I bet she enjoys her time with the other guy, doesn't she?"

Dante stepped even closer to Nina, so that their bodies almost touched. He raised a hand to her head and began to run his fingers through her hair, but his eyes never left hers.

Nina made no move to resist. Instead, she answered Dante in a near-whisper, "Way more than she should."

The next moment, Dante covered her mouth with his own. His kiss was fierce, but Nina didn't pull back at all. Instead, she took his head in her own hands and met his passion with an equal force. His black lips pressed against her pink ones repeatedly, and it wasn't long before I saw their tongues joining the action.

I was totally unprepared for this explosion of lust. In shock, I watched as Dante slipped his arms around Nina's waist and effortlessly picked her up. Nina pulled tight against Dante, wrapping her legs around him for extra support. I expected Dante to take her to the bed—our bed!—but he didn't. Instead, he walked over to her desk, placed her down on it, right next to the smut book. Nina 'oohed' approvingly, and then they began kissing once more.

In a panic, I did the one thing I could think of to stop this before it went any further. I called Nina.

From the camera feed, I saw her phone begin to vibrate. She'd left it on the desk next to her book, but despite its proximity, she ignored it.

"C'mon, Nina! It's me!" I cursed softly. I could see my picture on her phone as it buzzed, my contact name displaying simply as 'Future Hubby'.

But Nina was distracted, too busy tasting Dante to notice.

But then Dante suddenly broke off the kiss, and I saw Nina glance at her phone at last. Confusion filled her face—it was like she didn't understand what she was seeing.

Dante apparently didn't notice the phone at all, as fixated on Nina as he was. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscled torso, before pressing back towards Nina.

Just then, I reached Nina's voicemail. "Hey, this is Nina!" her singsong voice greeted. I cut it off and immediately redialed.

As my call stopped, I saw Nina start to return to Dante, who took that moment to pull her shirt from her body. Even with a bra on, most of Nina's boobs were now visible.

I saw her phone begin to buzz again; 'Future Hubby' back on the screen.

"Wait, Dante. Shaun's calling," Nina said, at last pushing Dante away. She grabbed the phone and answered.

"Hello? Shaun?"

"Yes? Nina?" I said. Instantly, I heard feedback between the call and the camera feed, so I quickly muted the latter.

"What was that noise?" Nina's voice was now just coming from our call, although I could still see her on the camera too.

"Sorry, some interference on my end, I think. Are you okay? You sound winded."

"No, I'm fine. I was just in the middle of using the bathroom, so I had to race for the phone. Why are you calling from work? Are you okay?"

Dante had been listening to our conversation quietly, but he must not have been ready to give up just yet, because he leaned in over Nina and began kissing along her neck. The fact that she was actively talking to me didn't seem to concern Dante at all.

I somehow managed to resist the urge to call him out right there. Instead, I took a more subtle route. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you sure you're okay though? I hear weird noises in the background."

Nina immediately pushed Dante away again. Dante looked at her quizzically, but Nina gave him a firm look that said she wasn't playing around. Dante at last stepped back, reluctantly waiting until Nina said otherwise. But Nina had apparently changed her mind. She made a shooing gesture at him, signaling him to leave. Dante pointed at Nina's shirtless chest and then his own, before making a 'we're still going' gesture.

But Nina shook her head no and waved him away again. Dante must have realized that he'd pushed far enough, because he grabbed his shirt and left. Nina shut the door once Dante was gone, locking it behind him.

All of this happened in seconds.

"You there, Nina?"

"Yes, sorry, I'm here. I dropped the phone for a second. But is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," I said, sounding nonchalant. It hit me then that I didn't have an excuse for calling. My mind worked frantically. I said the first thing that came to mind. "But the boss is buying everyone lunch today and I wanted to see if you wanted something. I'll just eat what I brought already, but figured I could bring it home to you and give you a free dinner."

"Oh, that's sweet," Nina said as she found her shirt and pulled it back on. "Yeah, I'd love free dinner. Where are you guys going?"

I made up an answer, knowing that I'd have to pick it up myself on my way home. I didn't care though—I'd done what I set out to do.

We said our final I-love-yous and then I ended the call. I sat back in my chair and exhaled deeply. Holy shit that had been close.

But as I sat there and thought about what had just happened, I realized two things. One was that I wasn't angry at Nina in the slightest. I knew I should have been—she'd been about to sleep with another man, after all—but I wasn't. That was probably related to the second thing I realized: rather than be relieved that I'd prevented her from sleeping with Dante... I was disappointed.

I knew how crazy that sounded, but I couldn't deny it. In fact, I was still rock-hard myself from watching their encounter. Even as my brain screamed that I needed to end it, my cock craved every moment. And now that I had ended it prematurely, I felt unfulfilled. Empty. Blue-balled.

It seemed I had some major soul-searching to do.

That night I had an epiphany. I could no longer pretend that the mutual attraction between Dante and Nina didn't excite me. I knew it was Shaungerous and stupid, but I think that's why it turned me on to begin with. It was a classic taboo. Innocent, homeschooled white girl seduced by a well-hung, charismatic black man? The fact that it was my fiancé being seduced didn't matter to me anymore. I don't know if that was a sign of my ultimate trust in Nina or just that I was a moron whose penis now did all his thinking... but it didn't matter. I knew what I wanted. And I knew how to get it.

Nina and I made love that night just before bed—no doubt her encounter with Dante had left her plenty primed—and as we lay cuddling each other after, I decided to go forward with my plan.

"Nina, you know I love you, right? And I want us to be together for the rest of our lives?" I said while stroking her arm affectionately. She was curled onto me, her head resting on my chest.

"I mean, yeah, that's why we're getting married," Nina said matter-of-factly.

"Exactly. I've just been thinking about everything we've been through together and how lucky I am to have found you."

"I feel the same way," Nina said, now looking up at me. She had to be wondering where I was going with this.

I continued. "And I know that's what matters more than anything. Our commitment to each other. I know most relationships wouldn't have worked the way ours has, but it doesn't matter, because it's our relationship, not anyone else's."

"What do you mean most relationships wouldn't have worked like ours?" Nina was starting to be on edge. This was the tricky part.

"Well, not our whole relationship really. Just the sex part. Most relationships wouldn't be okay mixing someone else in like we have with Dante."

Nina sat up sharply. "Shaun, where's this coming from? Did Dante say something? I thought you were okay with what we'd done. You said it made us closer."

"It did!" I quickly reassured her. "And I am okay with it. More than okay with it. Actually, that's why I'm bringing it up. I think we should do it again."

Nina looked at me wide-eyed. I don't think she ever expected those words to come from my mouth, Skepticism, thoughtfulness, and excitement passed over her face in rapid succession. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that it's been weeks now since we've done anything with Dante. And as great as our sex has been, I realized that our sex with him around was even hotter. I know it probably sounds like I've lost my mind, but I think it would be good for us."

Nina searched my eyes, looking for a sign that this was a joke or a trap. But it was neither. I was serious.

"Wow, you mean it, don't you?" Nina said, amazed. "You really want it to happen again."

"I do," I confirmed. "But only if you're comfortable with it."

Nina shook her head in disbelief. "I just can't believe that you are."

"Well, I am," I shrugged. "It's just sex, after all. And if it makes our own sex lives better, of course I'd want that."

"But aren't you jealous?" Nina asked. "I know I wouldn't be okay with you sleeping with another woman, even if it was just sex."

"And that's fine. I don't want to sleep with other women. Just you," I reassured. "And to be fair, I wouldn't want you sleeping with other men either. It would still be sex with me... just with Dante helping too. I don't know why that makes it different in my brain, but it does."

Nina considered. I sensed she wanted to agree but was afraid to seem too excited by the idea. It might look bad. "Shaun, I want you to know that no matter what, you're the only man for me. Whether it's just us, or us plus Dante, that doesn't change how I feel about you at all."

"I know. And that's a big part of why I feel okay asking to do this. I know we're solid either way, but this way we can have some extra fun too."

Nina went silent, thinking over my proposal. At last, she nodded slowly, as if she'd never considered anything with Dante until just now. "Okay. We can try it. But if either one of us feels uncomfortable at any point, we'll say something and stop. No questions. No judgment."

"I think that's the smart way to do it," I agreed.

Silence again.

"I can't believe we're talking about this. We've lost our minds, haven't we?" Nina said, looking at me.

I laughed. "Probably. But every couple has their own way to spice up the bedroom. Maybe this is ours."

"Hmm," Nina murmured, turning it over in her brain. "So, how would this work, exactly?"

I'd spent a fair amount of time on this question myself. I went through a few scenarios, discarding them one-by-one, until I'd finally thought of one that seemed perfect.

"To be honest," I started, "I'm pretty sure we could just ask Dante to join in, and he'd do it in a heartbeat. But then I got to thinking about what made the last time with him so hot, and I realized it was because of how unexpected it was. None of us planned to bring Dante in, it just sort of... happened. And that was a big part of the thrill for me. The surprise. The uncertainty."

Nina nodded thoughtfully.

I continued. "So, I thought it might be fun to do something similar. Obviously, we'd know what was happening, but Dante wouldn't. At least at first. And even then, I thought of a way to keep that uncertainty going."

I explained my plan. I suspected Dante would have told me I was doing too much, that this wasn't necessary at all. But he would have been wrong. This was half the fun.

Surprisingly, Nina agreed to my idea. She had a few suggestions, including leaving part of the plan more open-ended, but she was committed. A part of me still couldn't believe that the two of us were actively planning for another time with Dante. Not that long ago, I was torn by the fact that he had slept with Nina at all. But now here I was, actively pushing for it. Just goes to show that people grow in funny ways, I guess.

Nina and I'd decided that we wouldn't set a specific time for our plan, just do it when it seemed like a good moment. We didn't have to wait long.

That Saturday evening, the temperature outside plummeted, leaving the apartment feeling extra cozy by comparison. All three of us stayed inside, enjoying the warmth and relaxing in our own ways. Nina and I were shut-up in our bedroom; Dante was busy watching the TV in the living room.

Nina had been reading at her desk—moreSinews of Sin, I noted—when she stood and walked over to the bed where I was lying. She flopped down next to me, and without warning, planted a heavy kiss on my lips. I dropped my phone in surprise, but once I'd recovered, I returned Nina's kiss with a flurry of my own. It wasn't long before we'd become heated. I started to put my hands into Nina's pajamas—she'd kept them on for our lazy day—but she stopped me.

"Shaun, let's do it now," she whispered. "Our plan with Dante."

"Right now?"

"Yes. It's the perfect time."

Slowly, I withdrew my hands from Nina's pants. I considered and then said simply, "okay."

Nina had me going already, but now I felt anticipation flow like burning ice through my veins. The moment was here.

Nina climbed from the bed and took a moment to straighten herself up. I joined her, trying to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. We exchanged looks, took a deep breath, and then exited our room.

As planned, I took the lead.

"Hey, Dante. You busy?"

Dante looked up at us. "Not really. Just trying to stay warm."

"Fair enough," I agreed. "So... Sorry to bother you, but we need your help with something."

Dante muted the TV. "Yeah, sure, Shaun. What you got?"

Here we go, I thought to myself.

"Nina and I have a bit of a... disagreement."

"You know, maybe I shouldn't get involved after all," Dante said, holding his hands up towards his ears.

"It's not a bad disagreement!" Nina jumped in. "Shaun, tell him."

I sighed, pretending to be exasperated. "Okay, this is a bit personal, but as a fellow man, I'm hoping you can back me up. Nina here thinks that men can be physically aroused, even if they're not feeling it mentally. I said yeah, that's true, but only if they're stimulated physically first. But without that physical stimulation, if a guy is hard, it's because he's excited."

I knew this wasn't true, of course—morning wood showed that—but I had to pretend otherwise for our plan.

Nina broke in. "And then I called bullshit. I know that guys can get hard if a woman comes onto them, even if the guy may not actually be feeling it. It's just nature."

"Yeah, but those guys are usually touched first. I'm telling you, it's the touch that does it."

We looked to Dante, waiting for him to weigh-in.

"Wow. So, this is the oddest argument I've heard in a while," Dante swallowed and rubbed his hands together dramatically. "I'm not sure why you're getting me involved though."

I had expected this. "So, the short version is that Nina thinks that there are times that she's come on to me that I wasn't really into it. I've tried telling her that if I'm hard, that means I'm into it, but she thinks I'm just saying that for her sake. We need someone objective to tell her I'm not."

"No, we need someone objective to call you out," Nina retorted.

"You guys need to chill," Dante said, shaking his head. "Shouldn't you be able to look this up online?"

"We did!" Nina said animatedly. "But there wasn't a clear answer, at least not for our specific scenario. That's why we're coming to you. You're a man without a dog in the fight. We know you'll tell the truth."

Dante stared at us and then threw up his hands. "Fine then. Shaun's right."

I threw up a fist triumphantly as Nina stomped the floor in frustration. "Told you!" I couldn't resist adding.

Nina pouted at Dante. "You're just saying that because he's a fellow guy. Bro code,"

"No, I'm saying that because if Shaun says you excite him, you should believe him," Dante explained.

"See? Now you're just being nice too. But I know you know better," Nina said, refusing to give in. "And I know how we can settle this right here, once and for all."

"Oh yeah? How's that?" I challenged. It was time to set her up for our next move.

"With Dante," Nina said firmly. "If you're so confident, Shaun, that men only get hard when they're excited, why don't we try it on Dante?"

I played up my skepticism. "What do you mean by that?"

Nina walked in front of Dante and then turned to me. "Just what I said. If you're really so sure, why don't I try to excite Dante and see what happens? By your logic, he shouldn't respond at all, because he won't be turned on."

Dante looked between the two of us as if we'd both lost our minds. "Guys, I'm happy to settle a dispute, but I'm not sure all of this is necessary."

We both ignored him. I kept my attention on Nina. "That's not fair, though. We've seen you excite Dante already, so if he gets hard, that's why. It doesn't prove his body did it on its own."

"Fine then. Let's give him an incentive to not be excited. Dante, if you can keep yourself from getting hard, we'll cover your rent this month."

My mouth dropped open. This wasn't part of the plan.

"What the fuck is happening?" Dante muttered wide-eyed, more to himself than us.

Nina looked at me triumphantly. "So, how's that sound then? Give me twenty minutes to work on Dante, and if he's not hard by the end, I'll admit you're right."

"Yeah, and we'll be down that money," I pointed out. I wasn't sure Dante would be able to hold out even with a month's rent on the line, but still... that was a powerful incentive. We couldn't exactly afford to go without his share.

"No, we won't, because I'm right, and you know it," Nina shot back.

"Fine. But you only get five minutes. And he has to be completely hard. Half-mast doesn't count." I knew these terms went against what I really hoped for, but that was part of the game.

"That's fair," Nina agreed. "But I want ten minutes."

"Okay, done. Ten minutes. But no touching of any kind,"

"I won't need to," Nina said self-assuredly. I was amazed how confident in her own sexuality Nina had become in such a short time. It was amazing what freeing yourself from self-repression could do.

"What about you, Dante? You understand the deal?"

Dante shook his head and mumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "white people".

"What was that, Dante?" I asked.

"I said, yeah, I understand. You two are wild for this, I hope you know that. But I'm not gonna turn down a chance at a free month's rent. Let's see what you got, then, Nina," he said, kicking back in his seat.

"Start the clock," Nina said to me, and then faced Dante.

I pulled up my phone's timer and sat down in a nearby dining chair. Close enough to see everything, but far enough away to be ignored. My heart raced. We were doing this.

For a few seconds, Nina looked down at Dante, gathering her bearings. We hadn't settled on how she would try to excite Dante, although I did give her a few tips. Still, half the fun for me was watching the scene play out. How would Nina turn on the sexy?

"Well, Dante, it's just you and me now," Nina said softly. Good. She had taken my advice on setting an intimate scene first.

"It sure is," Dante agreed, but he sounded barely able to contain laughter.

"What's so funny?" Nina asked, as she started to run her hands slowly along her body. It was an obvious attempt to be seductive, but I had to admit, it did come off slightly silly.

"Nothing. Everything. This," Dante replied, gesturing between the two of them with his hands.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Nina said, maintaining her sultry tone.

"Because it's obvious what you're doing. But hey, if it pays my rent this month, I'll play along."

"You're not keeping that money," Nina said softly, her hands now squeezing her breasts softly. "We both know you won't make it ten minutes."

I'd emphasized to Nina that nothing was sexier than confidence, and she'd clearly taken it to heart. I knew this was an act, but still. It was hard to believe that my sweet fiancé could play the role of temptress so well. Yet here she was.

Dante laughed again, but I could tell Nina's words had gotten to him. "You're good, I'll give you that, but these ten minutes will be over in no time, and my bank account will be happier for it."

"We'll see, won't we?" Nina released her breasts then slowly ran her hands downwards, over her belly, until the tips of her fingers slipped into the waistband of her pajamas.

We were a minute in. Nine to go.

"You know I fantasize about you, Dante?" Nina's left hand began to travel up again, but her right hand pressed further downwards and towards her center.

Nina was turning the heat on now. This was her idea—saying she should play up her attraction to Dante to get him fired up. I knew she was plenty attracted to him already, but I didn't call her out for it. I'd simply agreed and told her to do it.

"Do you now?" Dante still sounded amused, but I sensed he was now actively wielding humor as a shield against Nina's seduction. I'd expected him to hold out in our little game just long enough to feign decency, but he seemed to be really fighting for that rent offer now. Likely he figured he'd win the rent and then get with Nina later too. Sneaky bastard, I thought.

Nina nodded. "I have ever since you first moved in with us. There's something about you that I can't seem to resist."

"I get that a lot," Dante joked, but he couldn't take his eyes off Nina. The hand inside her pants was very obviously running over her womanhood now.

"What about you, Dante? Do you fantasize about me?" Nina asked. Her cheeks had developed a telltale flush.

I'd expected Dante to play coy, but he didn't.

"Yeah, sometimes," Dante admitted, without a trace of shame. He was still maintaining his casual attitude. Nina would need to find a way to shake him loose.

She must have come to the same conclusion, because she emboldened her tactics.

"See, even now, just teasing you like this, you've gotten me so wet," Nina said, removing her right hand from her pants at last. Even at a distance, I could see the wetness on her fingers. She let Dante examine it for a moment before she continued. "But what about you, Dante? Are you getting hard?" Nina flicking her eyes downwards to his crotch.

I looked too and was surprised to see there was no bulge in Dante's pants. At least, not yet. I wasn't sure how he was managing it, because my own cock was throbbing.

"Nope. Looks like Shaun was right, like I said," Dante shrugged. "If you want to stop now and save yourself the effort, I'll accept the win. Speaking of, how long are we in, Shaun?"

I checked. "About three minutes."

"Sorry, Nina. You're doing a great job, but I guess it is mind-over-matter after all."

"We're just getting started, Dante. Maybe you need a better view." Nina replied.

With that, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and smoothly glided it over her head. Once removed, she gently tossed it on the couch next to Dante. Nina went for her bra next, reaching her arms behind to unhook it, then slowly moving the straps off her shoulders, one at a time. She kept one arm pressed against the bra though, preventing it from falling off completely.

"Well, Dante? Should I keep going?"

"It's up to you," Dante said, glancing at the ceiling as if he'd never been more disinterested.

Nina moved her arm and the bra dropped to the floor. Dante's eyes instinctively flickered back onto her.

"Oops," Nina said, noting Dante's returned attention. "Well, isn't this awkward?"

"What's awkward about it?" Dante asked, still playing it cool.

Nina began running her hands over her now-exposed tits, highlighting their fullness. "Being half-naked in front of you, Dante. You're not supposed to see me like this."

Dante chuckled. "I'm not sure that approach's gonna work, since I've already seen way more."

Nina considered this. "You might be right. Let's jump ahead then."

Without missing a beat, Nina dropped her hands from her chest and moved them to her waist. Grasping the hem of her pajamas, she began to slide them over her hips, and then all the way down to her feet. Somewhat off-balance, she then kicked them off onto the couch with her shirt and bra. Nina wasn't wearing panties, so she was now completely naked.

"How's that? Is that better?" Nina asked, sounding satisfied.

Dante nodded appreciatively. "You're a damn good-looking girl, Nina, I'll give you that. And I'm not sure where you're drawing this sexy vibe from, but it works on you. Much more than I would have guessed. Unfortunately, it's still not gonna be enough. When I want something, I go after it. And right now, that rent's calling my name."

Nina ignored Dante's bravado and focused in on his words. "Do you not want me then?"

I expected this to trip up Dante, but instead he replied smoothly, "Do you want me to want you?"

Nina stepped closer to Dante. I had a moment of panic where I thought she was going to touch him, giving him an excuse to claim victory by default, but she didn't. Instead, she carefully straddled his legs, avoiding any contact, and then raised her foot, setting it on the couch cushion next to him. This left Nina slightly spread-eagled, her pussy open in front of his face.

"Dante," she said softly, "Look at how wet you've made me. I've wanted you to want me since the very first day we met. You're a gorgeous man. You shouldn't even be giving a girl like me a second look. But the things we've done together... you've made me feel like the sexiest woman on Earth."

She fell silent, letting her words linger in the air. During our planning, I'd encouraged Nina to lay it on thick if she had to, but I don't think she was acting here. I think she meant every word.

Dante seemed shaken too. He swallowed deeply. "Well, I'm happy to help. But give yourself some credit, Nina. You are sexy. I know Shaun thinks so too."

That was a clever move by Dante. He was trying to halt Nina's momentum by reminding her of me. I was torn; on the one hand, I wanted Nina to admit that yes, I was the one who truly made her feel sexy. But on the other hand, we really couldn't go without Dante's money either. Besides, I had told Nina to say whatever she needed to pull this off. That went double now that we had rent on the line.

Nina pulled her foot off the couch, but she stayed put otherwise, still standing over Dante's legs.

"Shaun is the love of my life, and I can't wait to marry him," she agreed. "But that's exactly why you make me so hot. You're not my fiancé. You don't have to think I'm sexy. But you do anyway. For a girl like me, there's no bigger turn-on than that."

Nina now moved her arms to either side of Dante, leaning over him. They weren't touching, but Nina's face was now directly in front of Dante's. They stared into each other's eyes, neither looking away.

"Dante, I want you so bad right now. I want to see your cock. I want to touch it. I want it inside me. I know Shaun's right there, hearing me say all of this, and I don't care. I want you to take me. I want you to make me yours. I want you to fuck my brains out," she breathed deeply, then added, "Please."

Dante exhaled slowly. "Fuck, Nina."

"Will you do that for me, Dante? Will you fuck me right here, right now?" Nina said, looking at him earnestly with her big brown eyes. The fact that she was fully naked only highlighted the seriousness of her request.

Dante at last looked away from her. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes as he leaned backwards against the couch. After taking another breath to steady himself, he sat up again.

"Nina, you have no idea just how badly I want to do that. And if you really want me to, I will. Just when our ten minutes is up. Shaun, we close?"

I cursed mentally. I'd forgotten about the timer. I glanced down, to see that over nine minutes had passed. Shit—if Dante wasn't hard by now, we wouldn't have time to try much else.

"Thirty seconds left," I said, unable to keep the edge from my voice.

Nina and I both looked again at Dante's crotch. There did appear to be something enlarged now, but it was far from a full bulge.

"How are you still...?" Nina started, but then she cut herself off. Something had caught her eye. "Wait a second..."

She started to reach down for Dante's shirt, but I quickly intervened, shouting, "Nina, no touching!"

At my exclamation, Nina drew her hand back, thankfully before she made contact. She stepped back for some extra distance, but she still stared at Dante like she'd caught him red-handed. "Dante, take your pants off."

Dante immediately went stiff. "Why?"

"Because you ARE hard, and you're trying to hide it by tucking your cock under your waistband!"

That sneaky bastard, I thought again. I bet Dante had slipped it underneath as soon as he'd heard the terms of the deal.

Dante wasn't giving in that easy though.

"I am not! I just have strong willpower. And it's time, so I win." Dante said, starting to climb off the couch, no doubt hoping to avoid further scrutiny.

"No, you don't! I can see it! It's right there!" she gestured to Dante's shirt, that did indeed appear to be hiding something large underneath.

"She has a point, Dante. Fair is fair. Take your pants and underwear off, and if you're not hard, I'll admit you win."

Dante sighed. He knew he'd been caught, and there was no way to hide it now. I expected him to give up then, but instead, he started to undo his pants. Maybe he figured that would buy him a few critical seconds to go soft, but once he pulled them and his boxers down, his cock popped free, very obviously erect.

"Told you!" Nina said triumphantly, gesturing to the black rod that was pointed squarely at her mid-section. "I win!"

"Hold on now," Dante said, placing his palm upwards. "The rule was that I had to be fully hard for you to win. I'm not. I'm close, but not quite there. That means I win."

Nina narrowed her eyes skeptically. She reached out a hand to Dante's cock and circled her fingers gently around it. She slowly began to pump him as Dante's eyes went wide.

"Hey now, you're not supposed to touch me!"

"That was during the ten minutes. But I've already won. This is just me proving that you are fully hard. Because if you weren't, I'd feel it growing in my hand."

Nina smiled wickedly, continuing to stroke as Dante frantically tried to think of another out. Unfortunately for Dante, the pleasure Nina was now sending along his manhood seemed to short-circuit his thinking.

"What's the problem, Dante? Girl got your cock?" Nina's grin widened. "Just admit it, I won fair and square. Despite your attempt at cheating."

I'd seen glimpses of this side of Nina, but never had she been so brazen. This game with Dante had shown there was more to her sexuality than I'd even suspected. In that moment, she was the hottest woman I'd ever known.

"Fine, I admit it. You win," Dante said flatly, but I could tell he had stopped caring. He had something else on his mind now.

Nina gave him a few final strokes, but then released him, and turned to me. "I told you we wouldn't have to worry about rent. But it's your turn too, Shaun. Admit you were wrong."

I held up my hands in mock surrender. "I was wrong."

"That wasn't so hard, was it? So, what now?" Nina said, looking at me.

We were on the verge of something incredibly hot, but I could tell Nina wanted me to approve it first. As eager as she might have been, she didn't want to start without me. She needn't have worried about me having second thoughts though—I could barely restrain myself—but I loved her for asking. This would be my decision.

I made it.

"So, you may have won, Nina, but you made a mess in the process," I said, standing and joining my naked fiancé and our half-naked roommate.

"Huh?" Nina said, clearly not following me.

"Look at poor Dante here. You've got him leaking all over himself," I said, motioning to the precum that was visibly leaking from his cock. "You should clean that up for him."

I saw understanding pass over Nina's face.

"I guess that would be fair, wouldn't it?" she said. She took Dante's cock in her hand once more and slowly went to her knees, her head lowering until her eyes were at his hip-level. With the careful precision of a surgeon, Nina moved the head of his cock towards her mouth. Once the black tip was in front of her lips, Nina extended her tongue and delicately licked the solitary, clear drop that had trailed out.

"How's that?" she said, looking Dante square in the eyes.

"Fuck," Dante groaned. He shook his head again, as if trying to regain control. He turned to me. "Shaun, you're a good man for this. She's hotter than... oh fuck!"

Dante's words were cut off as he groaned in pleasure again. While Dante was speaking to me, Nina had taken the opportunity to lick along Dante's shaft before returning to his head... where she took the whole thing inside her mouth at once. She began slurping on him eagerly, causing Dante's outburst. He clearly had not been expecting her enthusiasm.

Frankly, I was shocked by it as well. Nina had given me head a few times by this point, but it had always seemed like a warmup for the main act. But now she'd gone all-in.

She sucked vigorously, using her mouth to stimulate his head while her hands worked along his cock. The intense way she pumped and sucked reminded me of the vacuum tool that dentists use to remove excess liquid from patients' mouths... except instead of saliva, it seemed Nina was trying to suck Dante's cum straight out of his balls. I knew that's not how it worked, but that's the image that stayed with me.

Dante seemed barely able to contain himself. Every time he looked down at Nina sucking the life from him, he could only watch for a few seconds. Then he'd stare at the ceiling again for a time, as if he could only handle the sight of her in small bursts.

Several seconds into the blowjob, Dante did place a hand on the back of Nina's head, helping guide her. He tried to encourage her to take more of his length into her mouth, but it seemed he was too large for her to handle—she always backed off once she'd gone past his head. As amazing as her performance was, I could tell that Dante needed more. He removed his shirt, as if signaling his intent to go further.

So did I. As hot as it was watching my fiancé gobble Dante, I wanted in now too. I quietly removed my own clothes and walked towards the two of them. Nina saw me approach and turned towards me, Dante's cock audibly popping out from her lips.

"You want to trade spots?" she asked.

"No," I said, so overcome with lust that I was barely able to stand, much less speak. "Take it to the couch."

I indicated with my hands what I was suggesting. Once Dante and Nina understood, they moved to their new positions. Dante sat back down on the couch, but slightly angled, so that his back was against the armrest and one of his legs Shaungled off onto the floor. Nina climbed up next to Dante on all fours, her face near his cock and her hands between his legs to support herself. That left her ass hanging up in the air... ready for me.

Nina didn't waste time waiting though—as soon as they were settled in, Nina began sucking on Dante once more. She couldn't use her hands to help now though, since they were supporting her weight. So, instead of returning to her furious pace, the blowjob became more intimate. Nina kissed Dante's cock tenderly, before letting her soft lips close around it. I couldn't see Nina's face, but I suspected she was staring deep into Dante's soul at that moment. He certainly couldn't seem to take his eyes away from her, at least.

As much as I wanted to keep watching the two of them, I wasn't just an observer anymore. I stepped onto the couch, just behind Nina. Going to my knees, I placed my hands on each of Nina's full ass cheeks, orienting myself. My cock felt like steel as it towered from my body, almost screaming with anticipation. It was only a few inches away from Nina's opening, and with a tiny move of my body, the tip of my cock made contact.

Nina was so wet by this point that I slipped in instantly. Reflexively, Nina pushed back against me, forcing even more of my cock inside her. The sensation was indescribable; I was in heaven. We'd done doggy-style before, but it wasn't Nina's favorite because she couldn't see me. But she showed no reluctance now, not with another cock to focus on too.

I began to thrust. I could already tell I wasn't going to last long, but I didn't care. My brain was on fire with lust. Knowing that Nina was sucking another man while I took her from behind--and that we had orchestrated the whole thing!—was a high that I'd never had before.

My pace increased rapidly, and soon Nina was having to push back against me, just to keep herself steady. This only heightened my pleasure, and in mere moments, I felt my dam about to break. With a gasp, I yanked backwards just as my cock began shooting streams of my seed into the air. The streams splattered onto Nina's ass and back as I was buried underneath a wave of ecstasy.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned, trying my best to ride it out. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had.

Nina looked back towards me as I came, taking a break from Dante long enough to appreciate her handiwork.

I finally opened my eyes and saw her staring at me with a smile. "Fuck, Nina. You were amazing."

Nina smiled wider. "You weren't so bad yourself. Mind cleaning me up though? I still have some unfinished business."

"Oh, sure," I said, shaking my head in a vain attempt to restore blood flow to it. "One sec."

I half-stumbled from the couch and grabbed my boxers I'd discarded earlier. Turning back to Nina, I wiped her down with them.

"Thanks, babe," Nina said affectionately. "Why don't you go sit down? Use Dante's chair—that way you can still watch."

It was technically our chair, but I knew which one she meant. It was the one near the couch that Dante often used. And she was right. I could still watch.

I went and sat.

Nina returned her attention to Dante, but Dante stopped her before she could start sucking on him again.

"Wait. Let's move so we can give Shaun a better view. Stand up for a second."

Nina complied, stepping from the couch onto the floor. Her curves jiggled freely with the move, emphasizing her full figure.

With Nina out of the way, Dante scooted to the center of the couch and leaned squarely against the backrest. His cock jutted stiffly into the air, an imposing monument of virile masculinity. He patted his lap invitingly. The signal to Nina was clear.

Nina looked towards me, as if asking permission. We both knew she'd been with Dante before, but this was different. This wasn't heat-of-the-moment or a means-to-an-end—by moving forward, Nina would be choosing pleasure for pleasure's sake. Pleasure not from me, her loving fiancé, but from our black roommate that we'd only known for a few months.

I think we both understood that once we crossed this bridge, there'd be no going back.

I nodded slightly.

That was all Nina needed. She looked back at Dante, and then moved towards him. She put one knee up on the couch, then stepped up and placed her other knee on the other side of his legs. She was now spread over Dante, fully exposed to the thick black cock that awaited underneath her. Using a free hand, she grasped it and guided it to her entrance. I saw the impressive head spread her lips open; the next moment, it vanished between them. With a deep and satisfied sigh, Nina slowly lowered herself down onto Dante, filling herself with his girth.

"Fuck, Dante," Nina breathed deeply. "I keep forgetting how big you are."

Nina normally wasn't one for dirty talk, but it seemed she was holding on to her temptress persona from our foreplay-game.

Once Nina had settled fully onto him, Dante wrapped his arms around her, cupping her ass and squeezing tightly. "Is this what you wanted? All that talk about wanting me to fuck your brains out... you really meant it didn't you?"

"Mmmm, yes," Nina moaned softly, as if she was still adjusting to his size.

"Well, it's time you got your wish," Dante said. He shifted his hips forward, causing Nina to fall forward over him. Using his hands and this better angle, Dante lifted her up slightly, then dropped her back down onto his shaft.

"How's that feel?"

"Amazing," Nina breathed.

They'd barely started, and she was already in another world. The simmering tension between them was spilling over at last.

"Why don't you try it now?" Dante coaxed gently.

Nina obediently lifted up slightly, this time using her own power. She held her position for just a second and then sank down his shaft once more. "Like that?"

"Just like that," Dante said approvingly. "I love a girl who can ride. Give it a few more times."

Nina did. Each time she sank down, small gasps of pleasure escaped her mouth. I could see Dante's cock quickly become coated with her juices, allowing him to slide more freely inside her.

"That's it. You're getting good at that. You'll be a regular cowgirl in no time," Dante said, voice becoming husky.

Nina kept going. She kept her eyes on Dante, watching the pleasure pass over his face in sync with her rhythm. She seemed almost awestruck, as if truly realizing for the first time that it was her, all her, that had gotten him in this state. She wasn't sexy just to me... she was sexy even to a man as objectively attractive as Dante. I knew she'd never again think of herself the same way again.

Nina increased her pace, now sliding quickly along Dante's cock. Claps began to fill the air as her ass slapped repeatedly against his legs. Nina leaned further over Dante, moving her breasts near his mouth. Dante obligingly began to suck on them one at a time, but with her bouncing, it wasn't easy. He released her ass at last and grabbed her boobs, holding them in place against his tongue. He teased her nipples for a bit, before taking them into his mouth one at a time and sucking on them.

"Ohhhh fuck, Dante!" Nina whispered softly. She'd closed her eyes, basking in his oral attention.

She began to slow her riding rhythm, too focused on what Dante was doing to her tits. Dante apparently was unwilling to let their pace dwindle, because he suddenly wrapped his arms around Nina's torso, squeezing her to his chest. Then, in a smooth motion, he flipped his legs up onto the couch and turned sideways, bringing Nina with him.

They were now a quarter-turn from their earlier position, with Dante flat on the couch and Nina still straddling him, but now facing me. In a final move, Dante brought his feet up towards his ass, bending his knees upwards and causing Nina to fall over him again. It was a very similar position to where they had been... but now Dante had leverage. He began to thrust upwards into Nina.

I saw her facial expression clearly as Dante restarted their pace. Her eyes closed, mouth fell open slightly, as she savored Dante filling her up repeatedly. She showed no qualms in displaying her desire for Dante so freely... frankly, I suspected she'd forgotten I was there entirely.

Even as he pounded into my fiancé, Dante began running his hands over her: first, her sizeable breasts, then her soft stomach, and finally, back to her full ass. He'd felt her body before, of course, but nothing like this. It was like Dante was drawing Nina into himself by touch alone, covering every inch of her pale skin with his fingers.

Nina's response was immediate. As Dante traced along her body, she began to moan softly but steadily. I knew she was getting plenty of pleasure from Dante's cock thrusting seemingly ever deeper inside her, but this new pleasure on top of it was too much to bear.

Dante must have sensed Nina was being pushed ever closer to her edge, because he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against him, still keeping his steady pace inside her.

Nina gasped suddenly, letting out a cry of ecstasy. I had a clear view of her face as her orgasm hit—her eyebrows scrunched tightly, her mouth opened involuntarily but wordlessly. Pleasure rushed over her face in waves that lasted seconds, so powerful she couldn't even breathe.

"Fuck, Nina! Cum on my cock!" Dante groaned, and then I saw him stiffen suddenly as well.

He was still deep inside Nina as his own orgasm hit, and although I couldn't see it, I'm sure he began to flood her pussy with his semen. Dante gasped a few more times—no doubt sending further spurts into her cervix—until at last he too was spent.

All three of us sat there for a moment, unable to move or speak. Silence and the smell of sex filled the air.

At last, Nina started to sit up, but Dante reached for her head before she could get far. He ran his fingers through her now-messed brown hair, staring up at her flushed face. "Goddamn, Nina. You really are the sexiest woman I've ever met."

Nina smiled sheepishly, but I could tell that compliment would likely stay with her the rest of her life. She looked up and saw me staring at her. I saw her eyes widen, as if just now remembering I'd been watching the whole time.

She recovered quickly though. "Well, babe. Was that everything you hoped for?"

"Everything and more," I said truthfully. Even though I came several minutes ago, I was still riding high from the whole encounter.

Nina nodded, and took a deep breath, looking back at Dante. She suddenly seemed to realize that Dante was still inside her... along with hundreds of millions of his baby-making cells. I saw her look down at her pelvis, where his whiteness was already leaking out of her.

"Oh shit," she said, pulling herself off Dante at last.

His rapidly-shrinking cock was covered in a mix of her pussy wetness and his own jizz. The same mixture leaked from Nina as she stood.

"Sorry, I lost myself for a bit there," Dante apologized, but he sounded unconcerned. "You're on the pill, though, right?"

"Yeah, but it's not 100%. I take it for cycle-related symptoms, not birth-control," Nina explained.

I interrupted before Nina's worry could kick in. "I'm sure it's fine. It obviously works for birth control too, and you never miss a dose. Don't stress yourself."

Nina looked at me and nodded. "You're right. I just didn't expect Dante to finish in me tonight."

"That makes two of us," Dante laughed, as he stood from the couch as well. He looked at me. "Shaun, I don't know what the hell kind of twisted stuff you two have discovered, but let me just say, I appreciate you bringing me in. I know I've said this before, but you really are one hell of a lucky man."

"Oh, I'm well-aware. Trust me," I replied, before bending down to pick up Nina's discarded clothes. "But we're gonna clean up now, if you'll excuse us."

"Clean away," Dante said, shooing us with his hands.

I sat on the toilet in our bathroom while Nina showered off. I wasn't using it—it was just the only real seat in the room. Steam and the sound of running water filled the air. The two of us had been too lost in our own thoughts to talk about what had just happened... but I thought it was time to change that.

"So, that was wild," I said, over the noise of the shower.

Nina peeked around the shower curtain at me. "You can say that again. I can't believe we actually did that."

"Me either. But I'm glad we did. My mind is still reeling."

"Mine too," Nina agreed, disappearing behind the curtain again. "You really are okay with this, aren't you?"

I'd expected to feel at least a twinge of uncertainty once I'd had time to cool down, but I didn't. I enjoyed it too much, apparently, to have regrets. At least so far.

"Yeah, I am. I'm still in shock at how good you pulled off being sexy out there. Dante was right—you absolutely are the sexiest woman I've ever known."

"I'm glad it came off that way, because when I was trying to work Dante up, I felt like an idiot. I kept thinking to myself that there's no way this will work. He's gonna let it go on long enough to be polite and then tell me to stop. 'Sorry, Nina. I know you're trying your best, but your act isn't sexy. It's just awkward.'"

"It wasn't awkward at all. You had us both ready to eat from the palm of your hand. Those lines about wanting him to take you right there? Super hot."

"I took your advice about sounding confident. I didn't feel confident at all, but I'm glad you couldn't tell that I was faking it!" Nina laughed.

"I really couldn't. Sexy is a good look on you. I'd be okay if you tried it on more often," I said suggestively.

"Hmmm, I guess we'll have to see," Nina teased back.

"I know Dante would vote for it too. That means it's 2 to 1 for more appearances from Sexy-Nina."

"You do realize that Sexy-Nina took two men tonight. Is this your way of saying you want to do this again sometime? With Dante, I mean?"

I considered. It was an innocent question, but the implications were huge. Still, I'd had fun tonight, and the thought of repeating the experience did excite me... Besides, Nina and I had agreed that either of us could end it anytime we wanted. What would it hurt if we had some more fun?

"You know, I loved Sexy-Nina so much, I'd do just about anything to see her again. Even if that means I have to share her."

Nina laughed again. "Well, Sexy-Nina had a blast tonight in more ways than one. I suspect you'll be seeing more of her."

"Great!" I clapped approvingly. "I'll be sure and give Dante the good news when we're done here."

"We're not going to bed when I'm done?"

"Nina, it's still early," I pointed out. "Yeah, it's technically nighttime, but that's only because of how early the sun set. We can stay in our room if you want, but watching a movie might be a good way to wind down."

"You might be right. But you better be ready for some major cuddle-time."

"I wouldn't expect anything else," I laughed.

A short time later, the two of us were back on the couch, cuddled tightly underneath a blanket. Less than an hour ago, Nina and Dante had been fucking intensely on it, but by now the signs (and smells) had faded.

Dante had vanished inside his own room. I wondered what he was up to—there were no sounds to clue me in.

I made a bold decision.

"Hey, Dante!" I yelled. "Want to join Nina and me for a movie?"

At first, I wasn't sure if he heard me, but after a few seconds I heard shuffling, followed by his door opening.

"Yeah, I can watch a movie," he shouted back, before emerging a second later. "Assuming you actually want to watch a movie, that is. If you guys are trying to squeeze in a second round, I'm wore out."

"No second round," I reassured him, before adding, "At least not tonight."

Dante walked between us and the TV, sitting in the chair I now thought of as the voyeur-chair. "But you're saying there might be a second round at some point?"

I exchanged a meaningful glance with Nina. "Nina and I talked about it, and yes. We think there might be. Assuming you're cool with it too, of course."

"Well, normally I don't like playing the third wheel... but for you two, I can make an exception," Dante grinned, before turning serious. "Just promise me you won't get my hopes up about free rent anymore. Tonight was crazy, in a good way, but the lead-up was a bit much."

"Hey, now, that game was half the fun for us," I said defensively. "Although I guess that's the kind of thing you can only do once."

"Yes, it is," Nina agreed, joining the conversation. "And Shaun is right. That game was fun. Even you have to admit that, Dante."

"I didn't say it wasn't fun," Dante replied. "Just that it was a bit much. If you guys wanted me to join in your sexy time, all you had to do was ask. You didn't have to go through the trouble of all that other stuff."

"Called it," I said, earning an eye roll from Nina, before she returned her attention to Dante.

"Dante, you have to realize that a big part of our fun tonight came from the uncertainty of what might happen. If we'd just invited you in, it wouldn't have been the same," Nina explained. "And Shaun and I agree that if this happens again, we'd like to keep some of that uncertainty."

"Okay, that's fair," Dante admitted. "So, what did you have in mind?"

I answered for her. "We're giving you an open-ended invitation. Any time the two of us start feeling frisky, you're welcome to join in. You don't have to, of course, but that way we'll never know when you'll help us spice things up."

"How will I know if you two are 'feeling frisky', as you put it?"

"Don't worry, we'll make it obvious," Nina said. "So, does that sound good to you?"

"It sounds fine to me. I'm just surprised how adventurous you two have become," Dante shrugged. "Wasn't that long ago you hadn't even fucked yet."

"Well, you're as much to blame for that as anything," I pointed out.

"Nah," Dante demurred. "I just gave you guys a little push. But this stuff is all you. Not that I'm complaining."

"You better not be," Nina teased. "Or we'll take it all back."

"Nope, don't do that. I'm shutting up now," Dante quickly backtracked.

Nina and I laughed. With that, it seemed our new 'understanding' was in place, and we began the movie.

I'm not sure how I expected our deal to play out, but one thing was for certain: our living situation with Dante just became much more interesting.