The doorbell rang, and I froze. My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced at the clock. It was earlier than expected. I hadn't finished setting up yet. I took a deep breath and walked to the door, my fingers trembling slightly as I unlocked it.

"Hey," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "I thought you were working late tonight."

"Change of plans," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Come on in."

She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. "Something feels different," she remarked, her gaze lingering on the laptop open on the coffee table. The webcam light was on, casting a faint glow in the dim room.

"Just wanted to try something new," I said, avoiding her eyes. "You know, spice things up a bit."

She raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "And what exactly are we spicing up?"

I hesitated, then decided to plunge in. "How about a little show for an audience?"

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might walk out. But then a slow smile spread across her face. "You mean like... on cam?"

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. "Yeah. Just a small group. Nothing too crazy."

She crossed her arms, considering. "And what do I get out of this?"

"Whatever you want," I said, my voice low and husky. "Anything you want."

She uncrossed her arms and stepped closer, her lips inches from mine. "Alright," she whispered. "But you better make it worth my while."

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "Oh, I will," I promised.

We moved to the couch, and she sat down, crossing her legs elegantly. I opened the chat window on the laptop, revealing a handful of usernames eagerly waiting. A few messages popped up, but I ignored them, focusing on her instead.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's give them a show."

I typed a quick message to the group: "Showtime."

She leaned back, her hands moving to the hem of her skirt. Slowly, she lifted it, revealing the lace of her black panties. The chat exploded with comments, but I didn't pay attention. All I could see was her, all I could think about was what was coming next.

"Take them off," I instructed, my voice thick with desire.

She obeyed, slipping the panties down her legs and tossing them aside. Her thighs parted slightly, and I could see the glistening wetness between them. My cock hardened in my pants, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide my arousal.

"Now what?" she asked, her voice teasing.

"Touch yourself," I said, my mouth dry. "Show them how you like it."

She smiled, her fingers trailing down her stomach to her clit. She circled it slowly, her eyes locked on mine. "Like this?"

"Harder," I urged, my voice strained. "Make it good."

Her fingers pressed harder, rubbing in small circles. Her hips bucked slightly, and she let out a soft moan. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Faster," I commanded, my own hand moving to unzip my pants.

She obliged, her fingers moving more quickly now. Her moans grew louder, and I could see the pleasure building in her eyes. I pulled my cock free, stroking it slowly as I watched her.

"Do you like watching me?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"God, yes," I groaned. "Keep going."

She did, her fingers moving faster and faster. Her body tensed, and she cried out as she came, her orgasm rippling through her. I watched, mesmerized, as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally relaxed, she looked at me with a satisfied smile. "Your turn," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

I nodded, my hand moving faster on my cock. I could feel the pressure building, and I knew I was close. "Watch me," I panted. "Watch me come."

She did, her eyes never leaving mine as I stroked myself. The tension in my body reached its peak, and I came with a loud groan, my seed splattering onto the floor.

We both sat there for a moment, catching our breath. The chat was still active, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the connection between us, the shared experience we had just enjoyed.

"That was..." she began, her voice thoughtful.

"Amazing," I finished for her. "Absolutely amazing."

She smiled, leaning in to kiss me. "Let's do it again sometime."

"Anytime," I agreed, my heart still racing. "Anytime."

As we sat there, basking in the afterglow of our shared experience, I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. The chat window was still alive with messages, but I ignored them, focusing solely on her. Her eyes were half-lidded, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she looked at me.

"That was incredible," she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. "But I think we can make it even better."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And how do you propose we do that?"

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "How about we invite someone else into our little show?"

My heart skipped a beat. "You mean... another person?"

She nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yes. Someone to join us. To watch, or maybe even participate."

The idea sent a thrill through me, both exciting and terrifying. "Who did you have in mind?"

She shrugged, her hand slipping down to cup my hardening cock. "Anyone. Just someone to spice things up even more."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. "Alright," I said finally. "Let's do it."

She grinned, pulling away to grab her phone. "I know just the person."

Within minutes, she had sent a message and received a response. "He's on his way," she announced, setting the phone down. "Should be here in ten minutes."

I felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "What should we do until then?"

She leaned back, her hands moving to undo the buttons of her blouse. "Let's give our audience a little preview," she suggested, her voice sultry.

I nodded, opening the chat window again. "Ready for round two?" I typed, watching as the messages flooded in.

She slipped off her blouse, revealing her lace bra. "Take it off," I instructed, my voice thick with desire.

She obeyed, unhooking the bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were perfect, firm and full, nipples already hardened from the excitement. I reached out, cupping one in my hand, feeling the weight of it. She moaned softly, arching into my touch.

"Suck them," I commanded, my voice hoarse.

She gasped as I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Her hands moved to my hair, holding me close as I lavished attention on her breasts. The chat window was alive with comments, but I ignored them, lost in the sensation of her skin under my lips.

"Fuck, that feels good," she whispered, her hips bucking slightly.

I switched to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel the heat between her legs, dampening her panties. I pulled away, my cock throbbing with need.

"Now you," she said, her voice breathless. "Show them what you've got."

I stood up, stripping off my shirt and pants. My cock was fully erect, standing proudly as I stroked it slowly. She watched, her eyes dark with desire, as I teased the tip with my thumb.

"Come on," she urged, her voice husky. "Make it good."

I obliged, stroking myself faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The pressure built quickly, and I knew I wouldn't last long. "Watch me," I panted. "Watch me come."

Her eyes never left mine as I came, spurting ropes of cum onto the floor. We both collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "That must be him," she said, getting up to answer it.

I watched as she opened the door, revealing a tall, muscular man. He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me. "Ready for some fun?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Absolutely," I replied, my heart racing with anticipation.

She led him to the couch, positioning him next to me. "Let's give them a show they'll never forget," she said, her voice dripping with excitement.

And with that, the real fun began.