She couldn’t breathe, feeling so fucking stressed. Why had she decided to go ahead with this ridiculous plan of hers? She should just have bought him cufflinks. Cufflinks were a very normal birthday present.

But this was Bryant Parker, her Mr. Croft, and he was everything but normal.

She forced herself to breathe in and out and stop questioning herself. This was perfect. More importantly, this was what he wanted. Needed. What he’d given up when he’d picked her, a newbie.

“Chill out, sweetheart. He’s going to be ecstatic.”

“Please stop talking to me,” she begged Desmond, who chuckled, amused.

Some noise came from the door, and chanting, “oh my god, oh my god,” she headed towards the entrance of their townhouse, and knelt, taking the now familiar position, and hoping against all hope that it wasn’t going to be a postman. Or the maid, who might have forgotten her purse. Or Girl Scouts with cookies. Oh, god, don’t let it be Girl Scouts.

The door opened in front of Bryant. She caught his confused look, and forced herself to stare down towards the floor.

“Oh, Tori…”

His voice was everything.

He bent down, and his hand cupped her face, pulling it up. Looking right into her eyes, he told her, “You’re the best fucking wife in the entire universe, don’t doubt it for an instant. Even when we fight for the remote control.”

She chuckled.

“Stand up, Vicky.”

She was much better at that now, even with a vibrating butt plug in her ass. He took her hand, and she led him into the entryway, where Desmond was waiting for them.

Bryant had told her he was an exhibitionist right at the start, but Tori had shied away from the idea of fucking in front of everyone at The Tower. Touching each other discreetly, she could handle, but that wasn’t what Bryant liked.

A while back, he’d joked that maybe they should try with one person, at first. “Like Desmond,” he’d suggested. “I know you think he’s hot.”

She hadn’t denied it, because, well, the man was hot. But she’d stored that information at the back of her mind somewhere, and here they were now.

Every step of the way since their wedding a year ago, they’d compromised. This was no different.

Bryant slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down, baring her to the eyes of their friend. Well, sort of friend. They were having a threesome; surely, that instantly made him BFF material?

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Stunning,” said Desmond.

“I know you’ve wanted her since you first saw her, King. But she’s mine. My wife. My soulmate. My perfect, delicious slut.”

Her nipples were agreeing with every word.

“Is she making you hard, King?”

“Oh, yes. Very much so.”

Tori blushed, biting her lips.

“Good. Show her how hard.”

Desmond unzipped his pants, and pulled a thick, veiny dick out of it. Holy shit. Hard was the understatement of the century.

Tori blushed harder, wondering if she was supposed to get that wet in front of her husband, while looking at another guy’s cock. Then, she chuckled. “This is so weird.”

“Is it, now?” Bryant asked, caressing her skin, clad with a black ensemble - suspenders, open-crotch underwear, cut-out bra. “Are your nipples begging to be bitten because you think this is weird, Vicky?”

He was purposefully slow, his hands exploring her until she was ready to burst. Getting to her ass, he laughed.

“My naughty, naughty girl wants to be taken in the ass, does she? Oh, well. If I must.”

He removed the plug she’d put in, and penetrated her without further ado, pulling one of her legs up, to ensure Desmond had a perfect view. Yet again proving himself to be too hot for words, Bryant also grabbed her second leg, carrying her and fucking her harder than ever, baring her to their friend, who was pumping his dick, hard.

“Come join us, King. My wife is dying to feel you inside her.”

And she was. She really, really was. She wouldn’t have admitted it, even to herself, she wouldn’t have asked for it, but Bryant always gave her what she desired.

Desmond put a condom on and closed the distance, stepping between her legs. He helped Bryant carry her weight, before pushing his dick inside her drenched pussy.

She yelled, feeling so fucking full, so incredibly tight, her toes curling painfully hard. Both of the Doms fucked her at their own rhythm, deep, hard, and fast. It was a miracle she didn’t faint.

Desmond’s mouth went around her nipple and sucked at it, while Bryant made her curve her neck to kiss him.

She wasn’t sure who came first, this time, or when they resumed the same activity later, after eating Bryant’s birthday cake.

Desmond didn’t stay long; this hadn’t been about him, and he knew it.

This was about her kinky Dom of a husband, and her slutty pussy wanting everything he had to give.

“So, is that only going to happen on birthdays, or can we also squeeze in a threesome on festive holidays?”