Note - I'll be playing 2 guys in this scene.

It's another sunny Sunday morning. The summer sun peaks through the wide open kitchen of our home as I stand by the counter, preparing dinner for both of us. Her presence was known in the kitchen by the cheerful humming, as she was sitting by the table, wearing nothing more than an incredibly tight nightgown, her heavenly legs resting comfortably in a chair in front of her.

Another day in paradise. I think to myself, as I concentrate with all my might on the thorough and deliberate process of chopping onions. Chopping onions was good. Chopping onions allowed me to not think about Nicole who was seated in the corner of the kitchen, her attention purely focused on her phone, but mine immediately focused on something else - that fucking material that hugged the curves of her perfect body. Cutting down the vegetable forced me to derail my thoughts from that simple, plain, easily tearable from her body piece of cloth that accented her ample cleavage.

Yeah, I totally wasn't thinking about fucking my roommate right now. Definitely.

But I knew her. Nicole was, really really expectional when it came to sex. Exceptional and crazy. Exceptionally crazy. The countless nights I spend, hearing her moans through the thin walls, the countless moments I saw the outline of her body while she was pounded [or eaten!] by her lover, that one time I caught the blissful expression while she climaxed... there was a lot of "things" about her that both kept me interested and intrigued but also that kept me awake at night.

She's too quiet. I thought to myself, feeling a little uncomfortable with that thought. Out of every possible thing, known to a man Nicole was a talker. She liked to talk, she liked to babble, she liked to... tell tales about her sexual adventures that she had - the more kinkier the better. And today was weird - here we are, in the kitchen of the home we both rent. Me enjoying the Sunday morning, her being quiet after two days of casual, joyful fucking. Something was wrong. Right?

"I want to be shared." her delicate voice pierces my barrier of rapid thoughts as she fires up bluntly, not even bothering to look up from her phone. Nope, everything is alright. I think to myself, stopping mid-cut and cursing the universe itself. Back to the pit we go.

"Excuse me?" I ask gently, turning towards her a little. It took all my self-preservation to oggle her, not even mentioning the possibility of taking her [even against her will] on the kitchen table. Why do I have to be always such a fucking gentleman?

"I want to have a threesome." she adds the fuel to the fire inside my body, but the look on her face tells me something completely different, it's the face number 43 - Dude, I've told you that multiple times, don't play dumb. "I want to have two cocks. I want to deepthroat them both. I want my holes filed. I want to..."

"Okay!" I snap a little, interrupting my train of thought. My mind has been spinning enough already, filled with naughty fantasies about my roommate, and adding another one, might be a little too much. Before speaking once more I take a deep breath to calm myself down... even a little bit.

"I'll make myself scarce." I declare gently, returning to the task of preparing dinner for us both. "I'll go spend the night somewhere else. Or something." I say. My response was met with complete and utter silence, which was also suspicious. What the hell she was doing? Texting her fuck-buddies? Browsing Tinder? But in the least expected moment, in the most delicate - and yet, also intrusive way - I felt her whole body pressing against my side, while her hand begun to massage my naked back.

"I think that I want you to be a part of this." she whispers in my ear, the excitement of things to come literally leaking from every part of her body. Finally! while her hand moves slowly down my spine, sliding underneath the thin material of my pajama pants. God, she just takes what she wants. "I think that it is time for my roommate to step up and... and show what he can do." she adds, and to fuel her intention she made sure that her sharp fingernails pressed against the skin of my buttcheek. Good fucking Lord, that made me squirm.

"Tonight at eight p.m. Be ready hotshot." she adds... and just like that she's gone. I hear her padding towards her bedroom and a second later, the sound of closing doors. And in the same moment, I realize that I was holding my breath for a solid minute or maybe even longer.

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked myself loudly, looking around in a hopeless attempt to find an answer. Instead... I found her phone that she purposefully left behind still unlocked and right on the table. As I moved closer and realized what the screen was flashing, I moaned. There she was on the screen - Nicole sitting on the wooden chair most seductive grins, the right strap of her nightgown pulled down and exposing her surgically enlarged breast that was cupping and licking. And as I swiped right in a attempt to find more of that, I was only greeted by a simple text.

I hope you liked a little tease of me. You'll have the real thing in a couple of hours. I can't wait ;)

The message - despite the throbbing erection, weak knees and a heavy head... made me laugh. This day wasn't so bad after all. Especially with things to come.

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