A million thoughts raced through my mind. The tequila made it hard to focus on just one; images of naked skin flashed through my mind like a slideshow stuck on repeat. The thoughts brought a dirty smile to my face as music drummed around me. I was so lost in my own world I hadn't noticed Carson return to the table.

“Chloe!" he yelled over the music, bringing me out of my naughty daydream. I looked up into his eyes, the blue eyes I had just been thinking about, into the face of the man who was the star of all my dirtiest fantasies. Every time I saw him, it was like someone lit my sexuality on fire, taking it from robust and healthy, to an out of control urge that needed to be satisfied immediately.

"Let's dance!" He grinned.

"Where's Quinn?" I asked. Quinn, my husband of four years, best friend of the man who was currently grinning at me devilishly, and the one who received all the benefits of the spark Carson lit inside me.

"Who cares? I think he went outside to smoke."

I shrugged and drained my drink. Carson grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. I closed my eyes and let the music take over, moving my hips in rhythm with the beat. When I opened my eyes and saw Carson, I burst out laughing. He was doing some sort of barbershop quartet move that wasn’t in tune with the music, at all. He moved closer and yelled in my ear so I could hear him.

"You don't like my dancing?"

"I love it … it's just a little unconventional." I laughed. He leaned back down and whispered in my ear.

"I save all my best moves for the bedroom."

He pulled back and winked at me, his words sending a new wave of naked images through my mind, causing all the muscles below my belly button to clench. Someone bumped into me, pushing me forward into Carson's arms, his hand accidentally brushing my breast as he caught me, the unintentional touch sending another shockwave through my nether regions. My face pressed into his chest, and I breathed in his cologne as he helped me stand up straight.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his hands still holding my waist.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I looked up into his eyes, which were normally playful, but were now full of fire, desire, and anger rolled into one. For the third time in seconds, my body tensed. God, I needed to get away from this man before I did something I seriously regretted.

But Carson didn't let go of my waist; instead, he starting dancing, more in tune with the music this time. Following his lead, I moved my hips again, his hands guiding my movements. I put my arms on his shoulders and let his body lead mine as we danced, his eyes never leaving my face. I blushed as I watched his eyes travel down my body, taking in my curves before returning to my face with a smile, never breaking the rhythm of the dance.

"You look hot tonight," he yelled over the music. I looked at him intently.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get in my pants."

"Don't be so sure I'm not." He winked again. I didn't respond, not trusting my alcohol-fueled words to say anything appropriate.

Carson moved his hands from my waist, down the back of my shorts, grabbed my ass, and pulled me close to him. He tucked his hands in my back pockets and held me close, our hips still swaying in unison. I could feel the hardness of his cock pushing against my belly, and I raised an eyebrow at him. He just smiled and kept dancing, the intensity and passion in his eyes growing with every sway of our bodies. I was so wet, an aching need growing between my legs.

I wanted to fuck Carson—had wanted to for years. Quinn's and my spectacular sex life was oftentimes fueled by the fantasies I created and played out in my head—fantasies of the man who was currently grinding on me on the dance floor. My body begged me to take him somewhere quiet and finally do what I had been imagining for years.

The song ended and Carson untangled his body from mine, ran a hand through his hair, blew out a breath, and adjusted his jeans to hide his erection.

"I need some air." He turned and weaved his way through the crowd to the front door, leaving me on the dance floor alone.

I glanced over to our table. Quinn still wasn't there, so I followed Carson outside. Carson avoided my gaze as I joined them. I took Quinn's cigarette and inhaled deeply, hoping it would help clear my mind a little.

"Hey babe,” Quinn said, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his side.

Carson watched us awkwardly, and when our eyes met, I noticed the same desire from inside still burning behind the pools of blue.

Quinn ran his fingers under the hem of my shirt; the soft caress on my skin increased the wetness between my legs. I needed one of these men to fuck me now. Or maybe both. The thought took hold in my mind and grew before I could stop it. I had wanted to have a threesome for a long time but Quinn brushed off the idea whenever I brought it up. I had no idea if he would even consider it, especially with Carson, but I was feeling a little reckless, the burning need for sexual release—plus tequila—in complete control of my thoughts and actions.

I leaned up and whispered the idea in Quinn's ear.

“I think we should have a threesome … with Carson … tonight.”

He looked down at me, shocked.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious … what do you think?” I bit my lip and gave him my sexiest look, not that it mattered to him, he knew he’d get laid tonight, regardless of his answer.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” He lowered his voice. “Carson? I don’t know, babe. Is it going to be weird?” He took a long drag of his cigarette and glanced at his best friend.

“I think it’ll be awesome,” I said, hoping it wasn’t a lie.

"You really want to?" he asked again, blowing out the smoke.

"More than anything," I said. Quinn looked at me seriously. I met his gaze, wanting him to know I meant it and wasn't too drunk to be making decisions. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Carson watching our exchange with interest. "Please," I said softly. Quinn knew I wanted to have a threesome, even though the conversation had never gotten far enough to discuss the who or when. I had made my desire very clear in the past, telling him how excited the idea made me. I was hoping that was what he was thinking about as he took another long drag on his cigarette and blew it out slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Okay, I'll do it if he will, but you have to ask him," he finally said. I wanted to jump up and down and clap excitedly, but I kept my composure.

“Thank you.” I kissed him on the cheek, turned, and walked over to Carson. He was taller than Quinn, and I had to stand on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"I want you to have sex with us. Quinn and me. A threesome," I whispered. I wanted to make it very clear what I was asking for. Quinn was watching us closely when a guy from the bar asked to bum a cigarette, and the two struck up a conversation. Carson looked down at me, his face only inches from mine.

"I only want you," He lowered his voice to make sure Quinn couldn't hear him.

"You can't have me without him," I whispered back. "Not now at least," I added, unsure what I meant by those words. Carson stared at me, his brow furrowed as his eyes searched my face.

"Please," I whispered again, and before I could stop myself, added, "I've wanted you for so long." The dark passion from dancing returned to Carson's eyes.

"Just think about it for a minute,” I said. I ran my hand down his arm suggestively before I turned and walked back to where Quinn was standing. Quinn wrapped his arm around my waist again, tucking a hand in my back pocket.

"So what did he say?" Quinn asked, ending his conversation with the stranger.

"He's thinking about it." I watched as Quinn and Carson looked at each other, having an entire conversation without ever saying anything. The wordless exchange seemed to drag on forever, as my eyes flickered between the two of them. I wanted desperately to be a part of the silent conversation.

"All right, I'm in,” Carson said, looking at me again. I let out my breath, unaware I had been holding it, and smiled excitedly.

"Are we going now?" Quinn asked.

"Nah, let's have a few more drinks first," Carson answered before I could respond.

"I'm going to stay out here for a minute," I said. Quinn kissed me before walking back inside with Carson. They waited until they were out of earshot before saying anything to one another—no doubt talking about me and what was about to happen. Carson looked back over his shoulder and smiled at me as they went inside.

I sat down on a bench, the metal cold against my bare legs. I took several deep breaths and looked up into the night sky, any stars dwarfed by the city lights. I smiled into the darkness. Excited, and somehow even more turned on, I thought about Quinn and Carson both touching me, kissing me, fucking me. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the bench, letting my imagination run wild with ideas about how the next several hours might go. I stayed outside until the breeze picked up and I couldn’t sit in the chilly night air any longer.

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Two hours later, I was soaking wet and nearly shaking with anticipation. The slow buildup of the last few hours had been brutal, my desire growing every minute I spent thinking about what was coming.

We had another drink or two at the bar, Quinn and Carson talking about baseball and soccer, both giving me sideways glances every few minutes. I sat on my bar stool, trying to keep my composure until, finally, Quinn paid our tab and said we could go.

Now back at Carson's apartment, after an awkwardly silent Uber ride, I wondered if I was making a mistake. How would this impact Quinn’s and my relationship, or his and Carson's? Would our relationships survive the next few hours? Would I wake up in the morning without tequila and desire coursing through my veins, and in the light of day regret it all?

I stood in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I had come in here several minutes before, leaving Quinn and Carson with instructions to figure out the logistics while I got ready; I didn’t want any awkward fumbling or false expectations to ruin my fantasy. I was still fully clothed when Quinn knocked on the door.

“Babe, are you ready? Are you sure you want to do this?” he said. I heard Carson from somewhere farther away, trying to whisper but clearly failing.

“Don't try and talk her out of it. Come on, man.” His words were husky and full of need, the same need I was still feeling. His voice swept away any doubts I had. I definitely wanted to do this.

“Yeah, I'm coming,” I called through the door. I pulled my shirt off over my head and shimmied out of my shorts. I ran my hands through my hair, pushed my boobs up a little in my bra, flipped off the light, and opened the door.

The only light on in the room was a bedside lamp, and it looked like Carson had picked up a little since I went in the bathroom. Carson had taken off his shirt and was now just in his jeans, while Quinn was still fully dressed.

I studied Carson. He was slimmer than Quinn, his toned abs begging me to run my fingers over them. His jeans sat low on his hips, the waistband of his boxer briefs sticking out the top, a trail of hair running from his belly button and disappearing into the top of his jeans. I wanted to run my tongue along that trail, wrap my hand and then my mouth around his cock. I bit my lip, a moan almost escaping me at thought. Carson swore under his breath as he looked me up and down.

I was still standing in the doorway to the bathroom when Quinn took my hand and led me into the room. He pulled me close, ran a hand down my back, and squeezed my ass.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said. I unbuttoned his shirt, as he trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone and back up again. He whispered in my ear, “There are no rules tonight. We talked about it, and I want this to be enjoyable for you. If it ever gets to be too much, just say stop and we will.”

“Okay, thank you,” I whispered back, glad they had actually talked about it. I wasn’t sure they would.

I finished with his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, running my hands down his muscular arms as I did. When I looked back up into his brown eyes, I saw a fire I'd never seen before. Then he kissed me, and all that fire came through his kiss. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his hair, kissing him back with just as much passion.

I felt Carson move behind me; Quinn's kiss had almost made me forget he was here. He moved my hair off my back, kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck, before he unhooked my bra. Quinn broke our kiss and pushed the lace-covered fabric to the floor. He cupped both of my breasts, and ran his thumbs over my nipples. I moaned, the touch sending a wave of pleasure through my body, and my knees nearly buckled.

Quinn grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and pulled me close to him. I could feel his erection pressing into my back. He reached around and continued playing with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, tugging on them gently. I leaned back into him, rested my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes.

Carson stepped closer and ran his fingers softly down my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked at him, his eyes dark with desire and passion, his fingers trailing down the front of my panties and between my legs. I groaned, my body begging for his touch, needing the sexual release that had been building for hours. He kneeled in front of me and pulled off my panties. He ran a hand up my inner thigh, his thumb brushing lightly over my clit, and I thought I was going to fall. I leaned even harder on Quinn, who hadn't stopped playing with my nipples. I closed my eyes again, taking in all the incredible sensations. Then Carson's mouth was on me, his tongue flicking over my clit.

“Holy shit,” I moaned, as he slipped a finger inside me. Quinn kissed my neck, and I thought I might explode. Two mouths and two sets of hands on my body was better than I could have ever imagined. My body tensed, and I could feel my orgasm begin to build.

“Oh my God, yes,” I moaned, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Fuck, babe, come for us,” Quinn whispered in my ear. “This is so fucking hot.”

I moaned again, unable to form words. My mind couldn't focus on anything but the sensation building between my legs. Carson swirled his tongue around my clit, as a second finger dipped inside me. I looked down, Carson's eyes never leaving mine as he teased me with his tongue and fucked me with his fingers. I ran a hand through his hair, so close to the edge. Then it hit me, my mind and body exploding as my orgasm ripped through me. Both Quinn and Carson continued as my whole body shook with pleasure.

Quinn gave my nipples one more long tug before letting them go and resting his hands on my shoulders. Carson sat back on his heels and grinned at me as he put the two fingers that had just been inside me in his mouth and sucked on them gently. God, that was hot. I let my breathing slow, before I moved from my relaxed position against Quinn’s chest.

I stood up straight and stepped out of my panties that were still around my ankles. I turned and kissed Quinn softly on the lips.

“You have too many clothes on,” I purred and unbuckled his belt. “Take your pants off.” I nibbled on his ear. “Both of you.” I looked at Carson over my shoulder.

Quinn unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor. I kissed down his neck, pecs, and stomach as I sunk to my knees on the rough carpet. I pulled his boxers off as I ran my hands down his sides and over his muscular thighs. Keeping both hands on his thighs, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. Quinn moaned as I moved up and down his shaft. Pulling my mouth back slowly, I took him in my hand and looked over at Carson. He stood a few feet away from us, his boxer briefs and jeans around his ankles, stroking himself as he watched. Our eyes met, and I smiled at him.

“Come over here.” I motioned him closer with my finger. Carson stepped out of his jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He closed the few feet between us in a couple steps. I looked up into his eyes and wrapped my other hand around his dick; his head fell back, and he let out a groan. I took Quinn back in my mouth, my hand and mouth moving up and down his shaft in unison.

“Fucking hell, Chloe, that’s amazing,” Quinn said in a low groan. After a few minutes, I pulled away, still stroking him slowly with my hand. I turned my head in Carson’s direction and licked him slowly from the base of his cock to the tip, before I pulled him into my mouth. I felt his body tense as his cock grew harder in my mouth. Carson muttered something incoherent under his breath as he ran a hand through my hair.

I smiled to myself, being in control of not one, but two men, was hot and powerful. I pulled away from Carson, dragging my teeth gently along his shaft as I did so, eliciting a deep growl of pleasure from him.

“Get up.” Quinn grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He whispered in my ear, “Get on the bed. I want to you to blow me while I watch him fuck you.”

I pulled back in surprise, the grin on his face and lust behind his eyes was something I’d never seen before. Even though he’d been hesitant, he was enjoying this. I kissed him hard and ran my fingers through his short hair. When I pulled away, Quinn roughly pushed me on the bed.

I’d never seen this side of Quinn before, and I loved it. Our sex life was great, but we’d never done anything close to this before. I had been worried about how Quinn would handle this, but now I wondered if maybe this was the beginning of a new, sexy chapter in our lives.

Carson’s touch brought me back to the present. I was on my hands and knees on the bed, Quinn in front of me, Carson behind me. Carson’s fingers trailed down my spine, across the pucker of my ass and to the pool of wetness between my legs. My breath quickened, and I gasped. I closed my eyes and dropped my head for a minute, before looking up into Quinn’s eyes. I took his cock in my mouth, pushing the full length to the back of my throat. Quinn’s hand moved to the back of my head, gripping my hair in a fist.

“Oh God, yes,” Quinn moaned.

I heard Carson mutter something, but couldn’t understand the words. I looked up at Quinn, and he mouthed, “Condoms?” Oh, for the love, this was something they probably should have figured out before this started.

It was Quinn’s decision to make. I was on birth control and assumed Carson was clean. Looking at Quinn, I tried to convey my question without actually saying anything, and hoped he got the message. Was he okay with Carson not using a condom? Because I was. Quinn seemed to understand and nodded yes. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began stroking him.

I turned my head back to Carson and nodded. He didn’t need further confirmation. He smiled as he gripped my hips with both hands and plunged into me.

“Oh God!” I cried out at the sudden fullness. Carson groaned as he moved slowly in and out of me. This was what I had fantasized about for years, and it was fucking amazing—better than I had ever dreamed.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so good,” he grunted. I smiled to myself and pulled Quinn back into my mouth. His groans joined Carson’s as his hand once again gripped the back of my head. I reached up and cupped Quinn’s balls. He mumbled something, and his head rolled back.

Carson let go of my hips and reached around my body with one hand and circled my clit with two fingers as he fucked me harder. It felt amazing, my whole body clenching, and I could feel another orgasm starting to build. Quinn’s cock dropped out of my mouth as I moaned and lowered my head.

“Oh my God, yes, don’t stop,” I said. Quinn lifted my chin, his eyes meeting mine.

“Look at me, babe … I want to watch you come,” he said as he started stroking himself. Who is this man? And what did he do with ... All rational thought ceased to exist as I my orgasm hit me, and I shattered into a million pieces. My eyes rolled back in my head and closed as Carson continued fucking me, never moving his fingers from my clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from my body.

“You’re so hot when you come,” Quinn whispered, bringing me out of my post-orgasm daze. Seriously, where has he been the last eight years?

Quinn nodded at Carson, another wordless exchange happening between them, before they both moved, suddenly leaving me empty and wanting more.

Quinn laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. He grunted and grabbed my hips, pushing me up and then pulling me down, his body arched, meeting mine with each thrust.

Carson stood next to me on the bed. I wrapped my hand around his cock, pulled him closer, and took him in my mouth. I could taste myself on him. He closed his eyes and gripped the back of my head, pushing himself so deep, I gagged.

Quinn ran his hand lightly across my body until he reached my ass. He trailed his fingers over the pucker there, before pressing gently with his thumb. I moaned, my mouth never leaving Carson’s dick. Carson reached down, his fingertips brushing across my nipples. Quinn’s thumb pressed inside me, and I felt like my body was going to explode; there were so many different sensations, it was almost overwhelming, but felt delicious.

I used my free hand to rub my clit, every part of me now stimulated. My body responded almost instantly, and I could feel another orgasm coming on. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, taking it all in—Carson’s cock in my mouth, Quinn’s inside me, hands everywhere.

My mind went completely blank as the strongest orgasm I’d ever had hit me, and I cried out in ecstasy. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Quinn moved both hands back to my hips, driving in and out of me faster. I swirled my tongue around the tip of Carson’s dick before sucking him back in my mouth. I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, my mouth and hand moving in unison. He ran a hand through my hair, and I felt his body tense.

“Oh my God, Chloe, I’m gonna come,” Carson groaned. His head rolled back as he came, filling my mouth and throat with warm liquid. “Holy fuck,” he said, as I pulled my mouth off him, and he stepped off the bed.

Quinn was close, too—I could tell by his breathing—so I clenched around him and swirled my hips, his fingers digging into me as he lost control.

“Oh fuck, yes, babe,” he yelled as he came. I continued moving up and down, milking every last drop out of him. Quinn held me in place, his dick still twitching inside me.

"Shit, that was good," he mumbled, when he finally released me.

I rolled off Quinn, my muscles like liquid. My eyes closed as I let my breathing even out. I heard the bedroom door open and close and assumed Carson left. I felt Quinn get off the bed, and heard the bathroom door shut. And then I was asleep.