Chris had been staying with us for nearly two weeks, while he got settled back in the country. He and Nix had history years ago, back at university, they had even been lovers for a short time. But life took him elsewhere. A job offer overseas had pulled him away, yet their friendship endured. Their group was small and tightly knit, so despite the distance, they had always kept in touch.
When Chris landed, we picked him up from the airport and had a few close friends round for dinner., it was as if no time had passed. The same banter, the same inside jokes it was effortless.
He was back, having taken a new job. As always, he had landed on his feet. His new role came with plenty of perks, one of them being a personal assistant who had offered to help him find temporary accommodation until he secured his own place. But we had insisted he stay with us in the meantime, if only to give him a hard time about being "homeless."
At first, it was nice having him around friendly catch up over dinner, late-night drinks, reminiscing about the past. It was innocent enough. But then, I started to notice the way his eyes lingered on Nix. And I wasn't the only one.
Nix noticed too although I began to expect she probably didn't mind. If anything, she encouraged it. Reacantly she'd started stepping out of the shower with the bedroom door open. while only half-covered in a towel, slowly in front of the mirror, with the door still ajar she would smooth lotion over her skin. If that wasn't enough, she found noend of reasons to bend over in front of him and pick something up.
She liked the way his gaze followed the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts... it sent a thrill through her. A mix of nostalgia and with a touch of forbidden excitement.
She admitted it to me one night in bed, her voice a whisper in the dark.
"I see him watching me," she murmured, biting her lip. "It turns me on."
Her breath was warm against my neck as she pressed closer.
"I think he listens to us," she continued. "When we're making love, he's in the room next door." A pause. Do you think he touches himself?
I smirked "The way you moan or squeal when I slap your arse?". "Yeah, I think he might listen."
The image sent a rush of heat through her. The idea of being listed too, knowing someone else craved her, made her wetter than ever. That night. Just in case she was right, I slapped her arse harder, and tried to thrust deeper making sure her moans were louder than usual, Nix imagined Chris lying awake, matching our rhythm on the other side of the wall just a few feet away in the spare room.
That night spark a plan. We'd always fantasised about being watched but had never gone through with it, finding the right person had always been the problem. Turns out, he might already be in the house.
Chris had no idea he'd just been unknowingly headhunted for yet another job. This one had a lovely set of perks.
Chris's two weeks were almost up. He had found a house within commuting distance, We had planned a quiet night in for the three of us, with a small moving out present it was a beautifully handwritten card from us.
Nix had invited him to join us and had explained the rules of the evening's engagement, and what to do if he accepted it.
For us, the anticipation had been building all week. For him, the tension must have felt thick enough to cut with a knife. The energy in the house had shifted the moment Nix and I decided what we wanted. It became a game subtle provocations, more teasing glimpses, setting the stage without ever saying a word.
Chris had no idea what we had planned. But the invitation had been clear Nix had slipped the card onto his pillow during dinner. He had no idea it was there until he retired for the night.
After dinner, Nix excused herself, heading upstairs to get ready.
After a hot shower, she slipped into a delicate lingerie set that I knew would drive us both her warm blooded males wild. Her makeup was flawless sultry smoky eyes, glossy deep red lipstick on her pouting lips. Her hair was simple but effortlessly seductive.
In our living room I had lit candles, put on soft music the perfect setting for what was about to unfold. Before shutting the door and joining Nix upstairs
She caught my gaze in the mirror as I entered the room, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Help me get ready?"
I stepped behind her, my hands sliding over her bare shoulders, my lips brushing the nape of her neck. I wanted her to look irresistible tonight. Not just for me. For him.
She had to look unforgettable.
She smirked, giving me a playful nod. I guided her to the bed, her skin tingling under my fingertips. Lying back, she let me trace the curves of her body, savouring the softness beneath my hands. She straddled me, her breath quickening as I slowly pulled her thong to one-side. catching a glimpse she was Freshly waxed just the smallest strip remained. The stage was set for an unforgettable night.
Slowly she lowered herself onto my face, my hands gripping her hips as I guided her to where my mouth found its target. My tongue flicked over her swollen clit before gently working my way down, sending waves of pleasure through her.
She was lost in the sensation when the soft sound of a door opening echoed down the hall. A quiet creak. Hesitant. Nix shivered, knowing what might be about to happen.
I didn't stop straight away, knowing Chris would have to pass our room. I pressed my tongue more firmly against her, and Nix let out an unmistakable moan of lust, followed by a giggle.
