“I do want this,” she said finally. Her voice surprised her, clear and strong. “I want to do it here, by the fire. Without protection. And I want Marcus and Daniel each to take me twice before Adrian is allowed to have me.”
There was a beat of silence, then Daniel asked quietly, “Why?”
Claire smiled, a slow curve of her lips that carried both nerves and a rising, heady confidence. “Because I’m in charge."
The backyard smelled faintly of cut grass and wood smoke. Adrian had lit the fire pit earlier, and the small circle of flames popped and hissed, spitting sparks upward whenever the breeze stirred. Above them, strings of café lights arched from the fence to the old maple tree, washing the yard in a warm amber glow that softened the edges of everything.
Claire curled her bare toes into the grass. She loved this time of evening. The air still clinging to the day’s warmth, the crickets just beginning their chorus, the sky bleeding from peach into violet. It was the kind of night that made the backyard feel like its own little world, private and contained.
Adrian sat to her right, leaning back in his chair with the relaxed sprawl of someone proud of hosting. He’d worn a simple navy button-up, sleeves rolled to his forearms, collar loose at the throat. The firelight gave his dark hair a copper edge, and his steady green eyes always seemed to notice more than he said aloud. His arm rested behind her chair, casual but claiming.
Across the fire, Marcus was already in the middle of a story, something about a disastrous fishing trip last summer. His booming laugh punctuated every other sentence. He was tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of man who filled whatever space he occupied. Tonight, he wore a gray t-shirt that clung to his chest and jeans worn to softness. His black hair was trimmed short at the sides, messier on top, and the firelight made the lines of his jaw seem even sharper.
Daniel sat beside him, quieter, though his smile was genuine at Marcus’s exaggerated tale. Daniel was the opposite in almost every way. Leaner, with sandy hair that curled slightly at the edges and a thoughtful, almost bookish expression. His button-down was white with faint blue checks, the top buttons open, sleeves rolled neatly. He nursed his drink with measured sips, and when his blue eyes met hers across the fire, they darted away just as quickly. Clarie thought both were handsome, but Adrian had always drawn her eye the most. Even when they were little.
Claire shifted in her chair, smoothing the hem of her dress over her knees. Pale lavender, loose and light for the summer evening, though she was acutely aware of how the neckline dipped whenever she leaned forward. She told herself it didn’t matter. These were Adrian’s friends, but tonight, with the fire’s glow painting everyone in gold, she felt strangely more visible. Like all three men were in on something.
“…and of course the damn motor cuts out right when we’re drifting toward the rocks,” Marcus was saying, gesturing with his beer bottle as if it were part of the story. “I’m yelling at Daniel to paddle, and he’s sitting there telling me about tide charts like we’ve got all the time in the world.”
Daniel chuckled, shaking his head. “You’d already broken one paddle, Marcus. What good was I thrashing around with half a stick?”
Adrian grinned, leaning forward. “Sounds like the perfect trip. Marcus yelling, Daniel trying to be the voice of reason. I should’ve been there.”
Claire laughed softly, though part of her attention stayed on the way the firelight carved shifting shadows across their faces. The scene felt simple and ordinary. Friends, drinks, stories told too loudly. But there was an undercurrent she couldn’t name. Maybe it was just the heat of the flames, or the wine making her cheeks warm. She told herself that.
Still, when she glanced sideways at Adrian, she caught the quick flash of a look in his eyes and felt her stomach flutter with a nervousness that didn’t fit the easy laughter circling the fire.
The story wound down in another round of laughter, and Claire rose from her chair with a little stretch. The grass was cool against her feet as she crossed to the patio table where they’d left the snacks. Bowls of chips, a platter of cut fruit. The remains of a cheeseboard are already picked over. She plucked a strawberry from the tray, its skin glossy in the firelight, and bit into it. Sweetness burst across her tongue, the juice running just enough to make her wipe at her lip with the back of her hand. Behind her, she heard Adrian’s feet softly against the grass.
“Claire,” he said, low enough not to carry to the other side of the fire.
She turned slightly, half the strawberry still in her fingers. “Mm?”
He came up beside her, his hand brushing the small of her back in that way that always felt protective. There was a tension in the touch, a hum beneath it. His eyes caught the glow of the string lights above, and his voice lowered even further.
“I should tell you,” he began, almost conversational, as if it were just another aside between them. “Tonight isn’t just about the fire and the company.”
Her brow lifted. She popped the last bite of the berry into her mouth, chewing slowly, aware suddenly of how deliberate the motion felt under his gaze.
“No?” she asked lightly, though her pulse had ticked upward.
Adrian leaned closer, his breath warm at her ear, careful to keep his voice from drifting toward Marcus and Daniel. “I want you to fuck them. Both of them. No condoms. After, I’ll fuck you and we can try for our first baby.”
The words struck her like a stone dropped in still water. Ripples radiating through her chest, her stomach. She swallowed, fingers tightening slightly on the edge of the table. For a heartbeat, she thought she must have misheard, but his expression told her otherwise. Her eyes flicked instinctively toward the firepit. Marcus was laughing again, Daniel smiling faintly at whatever remark he’d made. Neither man seemed aware of the weight of what Adrian had just said.
Claire’s voice came out softer than she expected, almost a whisper. “You… really mean that?”
Adrian nodded once, calm, eyes steady on hers. “More than anything.”
Her breath hitched, the sweetness of the strawberry suddenly sharp in her throat. Heat crept across her cheeks. She didn’t know if it was from the fire, the wine, or the thought that what he was describing might actually happen. That he wanted it to happen, here, tonight.
Adrian’s hand lingered on her back for a moment, and then he straightened. Together they walked back toward the firelight. The laughter and easy rhythm of conversation folded around them again, but Claire felt its edges differently now, her skin tingling with every flicker of flame and shift of night air.
Adrian resumed his chair and, after a pause that felt like a held breath, said simply, “I told her.”
Marcus leaned forward, elbows on his knees, curiosity sharpening his grin. Daniel glanced between them, brows raised, less boisterous but no less intent.
“What’s her choice?” Marcus asked, eyes settling on Claire.
Her throat was dry. She eased down onto her seat again, though her pulse made her feel like she was perched, ready to lift off at any second.
“If you’re not using condoms,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “There’s a chance if you finish inside me… a chance I could get pregnant.”
Marcus lifted his palms lightly, reassuring. “We’ll pull out. Promise.” Daniel nodded in agreement, his gaze steady but darkening with a hunger that made her breath catch.
Adrian reached for her hand, his thumb stroking over her knuckles. “The risk makes it hotter,” he said simply, his eyes never leaving hers.
She inhaled sharply, and before she could stop herself, the thought coiled in her head like a live wire: he was right. That edge of danger, of possibility, sent a pulse of heat lower through her body, sharper than the wine, sharper than the fire’s glow. Her gaze flicked from one man to the next, watching how Marcus shifted in his chair, how Daniel’s eyes had trouble leaving her face. Their attention wrapped around her, almost tangible, and she felt herself leaning toward it.
“So…” she asked slowly, deliberately, “where do you plan to do this?”
Marcus’s grin widened, as though the answer was obvious. “Right here,” he said, nodding toward the circle of firelight, the cool grass, the shadows just beyond.
Claire’s lips parted, but no reply came. She only nodded once, small and deliberate, her mind flicking back to Adrian, her husband, her partner, wanting to see her like this, to share her like this. The word echoed in her thoughts: cucked. The idea should have unsettled her. Instead, it made her thighs press faintly together, her body humming with reluctant, undeniable arousal.
She steadied herself with a breath. “What happens if I say no?”
All three answered, almost in unison. Marcus first: “Then it stops.” Daniel followed: “At any point.” And Adrian’s hand tightened on hers as he said, “You’re in charge. Always.”
The certainty in their voices was like a tether, giving her permission to breathe, to lean into the fire’s glow instead of away from it.
Adrian added softly, “I can go get condoms, if you want.”
She shook her head. “No.” The air between them seemed to contract, pulling tighter. She looked at the three of them in turn, her pulse loud in her ears. “I do want this,” she said finally. Her voice surprised her, clear and strong. “I want to do it here, by the fire. Without protection. And I want Marcus and Daniel each to take me twice before Adrian is allowed to have me.”
There was a beat of silence, then Daniel asked quietly, “Why?”
Claire smiled, a slow curve of her lips that carried both nerves and a rising, heady confidence. “Because I’m in charge. Also, I want Adrian to be really horny by the time he gets me. That's why you want this, right?” She asked softly.
"Yes." He said.
And with that, she rose. Her fingers went to the straps of her dress, and with a single motion she slipped it down and stepped free. The firelight kissed her skin, painting warmth across the pale curve of her shoulders, the lines of her waist, the faint shimmer of sweat at her collarbone.
She stood in her bra and panties, the fabric hugging her, framing the contours she suddenly felt laid bare under their gazes. The night air brushed cool over her arms and thighs, a counterpoint to the heat blooming beneath her skin.
Marcus’s grin faltered into something hungrier, his eyes locked on her legs, her hips. Daniel’s jaw flexed, his gaze climbing slowly, deliberately, as though memorizing her inch by inch. Adrian was watching with an intensity that stole her breath, as if this was everything he had wanted and feared in equal measure.
Their attention pressed into her like a weight, and instead of shrinking, she felt herself straightening, standing taller in the glow of their desire. Each look, each reaction, fanned the fire inside her until the nervous tremble in her hands transformed into anticipation.
Marcus rose from his chair with a confidence that pulled her breath tight in her chest. The firelight glowed against his skin as he tugged his shirt up and over his head, dropping it carelessly to the grass. His hands went to his belt next, his movements deliberate, almost teasing. A moment later, his pants were pushed down and kicked aside.
Claire’s lips parted when she saw he hadn’t been wearing boxers. He was already hard, thick, and eager. His arousal stood bold and unashamed in the shifting glow of the fire. The rawness of it made her pulse stutter. He closed the distance between them, heat rolling off his body. His hands cupped her cheeks as he kissed her softly at first, almost tender, then trailed down her neck with a hungrier press of lips.
He tried to kiss her lips, but she turned her head and said softly, "Not there."
He nodded. Fingers brushed her straps away, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of her bra, undoing the clasp with practiced ease. The garment slid down her arms, and the cool air touched her breasts just before his mouth did.
His kisses grew urgent, lips closing over her nipples, tongue tracing circles that made her shiver. When his hands caught the edge of her panties, she didn’t resist. He eased them down her hips, knelt briefly to strip them away, and then rose again, taller, broader, consuming her with his presence.
Strong hands found her waist and pulled her tight against him. Instinctively, her legs curled around his hips, and he lifted her easily, her back arching as his cock pressed against her entrance.
With a sharp thrust, he slid inside, filling her in one rough motion. The stretch made her gasp. It was sudden, raw, and almost overwhelming. He hadn’t waited for her wetness to fully ready her; he was taking what he wanted. His hunger to fuck a woman who wasn’t his permeated every movement.
A moan tore from her throat as her body adjusted, her slickness spreading around him, easing the harsh friction into something that burned but also thrilled. She rested her head against his shoulder, clutching at his back, as he bounced her on his cock with steady, forceful thrusts.
Through the haze of sensation, she glanced past his shoulder and froze for a heartbeat. Daniel was already undressed. Naked, waiting, his eyes locked on her with a quiet intensity.
Then her gaze found Adrian. Her husband. His face glowed with firelight and need, his jaw tight, eyes burning with jealousy and hunger both. Their stares locked, and just then Marcus drove into her at a new angle that made her moan louder, her cry breaking through the night. Adrian’s eyes darkened, and the sight of him so desperate, so greedy for her even while another man fucked her, sent an electric surge of heat spiraling through her.
Her pleasure coiled, tightening, winding hot and insistent in her belly. But just as the edge began to build, Marcus slowed. With a grunt, he set her down on unsteady feet, her body trembling, still aching for more. He stepped back, stroking himself with fast, rough jerks, his breath ragged. Claire barely had time to catch her breath before he groaned and spilled thick ropes of cum, painting her stomach and hips in the fire’s glow. The sudden heat against her skin made her giggle, her hand brushing her belly instinctively as she looked down at the glistening streaks.
When she lifted her gaze, Daniel was already standing, stepping toward her with deliberate calm. His body was leaner than Marcus’s but no less striking, his cock jutting forward with readiness. The excitement in her chest flared all over again as she watched him close the distance.
Daniel reached for her hand, his touch firm yet careful, and guided her across the glow of the firelight until she stood before Adrian. With steady insistence, he bent her forward, positioning her so she was eye to eye with her husband. Her palms pressed to Adrian’s shoulders for balance, her body trembling with anticipation.
A heartbeat later, she felt Daniel behind her. His cock pressed against her slick folds before sliding inside in one long, deliberate stroke. Her breath caught as the intrusion stretched her open, each inch settling deep. She locked her gaze on Adrian’s, refusing to look away as Daniel began to move. He was slow and measured, each withdrawal and thrust a teasing reminder of how full she was.
Her pleasure coiled instantly, winding tighter with every drag of his cock inside her. Adrian’s hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing her hardened nipples, sending another wave of heat spiraling through her. Behind her, Daniel’s grip firmed on her hips, his other hand caressing the curve of her ass, claiming her body as his to use.
She and Daniel moaned in unison, their sounds mingling in the night air. Desperate to tether herself, Claire kissed Adrian hard, lips bruising against his, tasting her own ragged breaths as her moans slipped into him. She felt the edge approach fast, building pressure deep inside her. Adrian’s eyes burned with need. The raw desire to shove Daniel away, to take her himself, to fill her before another man could. That hunger made her pulse race even faster.
Her body shook with shallow little moans as the orgasm pressed close, just out of reach. But suddenly Daniel slowed… then stopped altogether. She groaned, a desperate, hungry sound, and instinctively tried to push back against him, to make him keep moving. His hands clamped on her hips, holding her still, denying her release.
Frustrated, she sagged slightly against Adrian’s shoulders, panting as the coiled pleasure ebbed, not gone but simmering hot beneath her skin. When her breathing steadied, Daniel began again. This time faster, harder. The renewed pace had her shuddering, and she kissed Adrian again, softer now but moaning into his mouth as the pressure rose more quickly than before.
Just as her climax threatened to crest, Daniel pulled free with a ragged groan. She gasped at the sudden emptiness, and then cried out softly as warmth splattered across her skin. Hot ropes painted her lower back, streaking across the swell of her ass.
She let out a frustrated sigh, shoulders slumping, still trembling from the edge she hadn’t been allowed to cross. Slowly, she straightened, strands of firelit hair clinging to her flushed face. Marcus was there, close again, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Can I cum inside your ass?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
Her response came without hesitation. She nodded vigorously, heart pounding, body alight with need. Marcus dropped back onto the grass, propping himself on his elbows as he watched her approach. The firelight played across his bare chest, highlighting the taut muscles and the sharp lines of hunger in his expression. Claire straddled him quickly, her thighs spread wide as she settled against him.
“Turn around for me,” he murmured, voice rough with need.
She obeyed, twisting her body until her back was to him, presenting herself shamelessly. His hands slid firmly over her hips, guiding her down as his cock pressed against the tight star of her ass. She gasped sharply when the tip breached her, the stretch sending a jolt of fire through her body. Inch by inch, he filled her, and when he finally sank all the way in, both of them groaned in raw, unrestrained pleasure.
Before she could fully adjust, Daniel surprised her by slipping between their joined bodies. He was already hard again, and his cock slid into her pussy in a single smooth thrust that made her cry out. The sudden fullness, Marcus in her ass and Daniel in her pussy, stole her breath and left her clutching at Marcus’s thighs for balance.
Adrian rose to his feet. She heard the rustle of clothes stripped away, and when she lifted her gaze, her husband stood gloriously naked, his long cock thick and hard in the shifting glow of the fire. He stepped closer, the shadow of his body looming over her, and angled himself toward her lips.
Her moans vibrated against his tip as she kissed it, soft and teasing. He clearly wanted more, but she deliberately denied it, pulling back just enough to frustrate him. A low, needy whine slipped from his throat, and the sound made her smirk even as her body shook from the relentless rhythm of Marcus and Daniel beneath her.
She leaned forward, lips brushing against Daniel’s ear as she whispered through ragged moans, “Suck him.”
Her command sent a thrill through her. Daniel only nodded, eyes dark, and drove into her harder, making her whimper as the pleasure spiked. He twisted slightly, tilting his head until Adrian’s cock brushed his lips. Then, without hesitation, he opened his mouth and took the thick head between his lips, sucking with slow, wet pulls.
Adrian groaned loudly, startled but overwhelmed by the sight. His hand curled into Claire’s hair, knuckles white with restraint as his friend’s mouth worked over him. The fire crackled louder, as if the world itself wanted to bear witness to the depravity of the moment.
Marcus’s thrusts suddenly grew sharp and urgent, his whole body trembling beneath her. His hands clutched her waist tight, pulling her down as he buried himself deep. She felt the sudden pulsing warmth flooding her ass, filling her in a way that made her head fall back in shock.
She moaned loudly, turning her face toward Adrian. “Adrian… one of your friends just filled my ass with cum while the other is sucking you.”
Marcus’s hand slid up over her belly, tracing the lines of her body reverently, worshiping every curve even as his cock twitched deep inside her.
Adrian’s eyes burned with lust. “Fuck, you are so sexy right now,” he growled, his voice unsteady with desire.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, her moans climbing in pitch as another orgasm threatened to rip through her. Just as she teetered on the edge, Daniel stilled. His cock throbbed inside her, but he refused to move.
She cried out in frustration, clutching at him desperately. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she tried to ride him, to claim the release she needed, but he stopped sucking Adrian and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead instead, holding her firmly in place. The denial was maddening, but she understood. Adrian was the one who would give her the release she craved.
Daniel gently lifted her, easing her up so Marcus could slip out from beneath her with a grunt, leaving her empty and trembling. Then, without pause, Daniel bent her back and surged into her again, hard and fast. Their groans spilled into the night together, his mouth finding the hollow of her collarbone, kissing it feverishly as his thrusts grew wild.
Suddenly, he pulled back with a harsh curse, yanking free just as his orgasm overtook him. Hot ropes of cum splashed across her bare, freshly shaved pussy, streaking her skin in uneven patterns. Daniel’s expression twisted, half sheepish, half exhausted. He said nothing, catching his breath as he slumped to one side. And then Adrian stepped forward, finally taking his rightful place between her trembling thighs.
Adrian slid into her as Marcus and Daniel each lay on either side, the firelight flickering across their bodies and casting long, warm shadows that danced over her skin. The smell of smoke and summer grass mingled with the heat of their bodies, wrapping her in a haze of anticipation and desire. Adrian kissed her deeply, his hands firm and possessive, pressing her close as he moved with a need she had never felt before.
Marcus and Daniel pressed in closer, leaning near, their mouths teasing her nipples as she shivered, every touch electric. The fire’s warmth, the weight of the men around her, and Adrian’s urgent attention coiled inside her, wrapping pleasure tightly around the space he occupied. The heat of the moment made her chest rise and fall rapidly; her breath came in shallow gasps as the intensity built, her muscles trembling with every pulse of sensation.
Her orgasm exploded within her, tearing the breath from her lungs, her nails digging into Adrian’s shoulders as Marcus and Daniel continued their teasing. Sparks of pleasure and firelight seemed to mingle around her head, the world narrowing to the touch of skin, lips, and hands. She was on the edge of consciousness, lost in sensation. Adrian buried himself deeper, his presence pressing into her completely. Her moans of “yes” spilled into the night, over and over, as she felt his cock pumping cum deep into her fertile pussy.
As Adrian finally pulled back, sight and breath slowly returned to her, and she sucked in the night air greedily. He pulled her close, arms wrapping her in a protective, loving hold, cradling her against his chest. The three men shifted around them, forming a warm, tangled circle, each presence adding to the intimacy of the moment.
Claire lay at the center, the firelight glinting across flushed skin and sweat, warmth radiating from every direction. Her body still trembled from the intensity, and yet a deep, satisfied sigh escaped her lips. She felt cherished, adored, and completely enveloped in the love, attention, and desire of the men who had spent the evening focused entirely on her, leaving her light-headed, happy, and utterly content.
The fire had burned low, flickering weakly against the darkened sky, and the stars overhead were sharp and bright now. Claire blinked against the cool shadows, suddenly aware of just how late it had gotten. Her body still thrummed with aftershocks, trembling faintly where their hands and lips had traced and pressed. The smell of sweat, fire, and summer grass lingered around her, grounding her even as her skin tingled from the night’s hours of pleasure.
She realized with a small shock that hours had passed. The world felt quiet except for the soft crackle of the fire and their breathing around her. She was nestled, utterly enveloped, at the center of warmth, attention, and lingering desire.
Marcus stretched back on the grass, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “Man… I can’t believe we actually got to do that,” he said, voice low and amused. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, “Imagine if my wife were here. She’d want to be the one getting used.”
Claire’s lips curved into a slow, teasing smile. Heat lingered in her chest from the night’s intensity, and a playful spark lit her eyes. “Well,” she said softly, letting her voice drift in the night, “maybe next time we should bring her here. I want to watch all of you use her.”
Daniel let out a low laugh, eyes shining in the firelight, while Adrian, still holding Claire close, pressed a possessive kiss to the top of her head. His fingers traced lightly over her arm, a soft, grounding presence, full of pride, need, and love.
Claire leaned fully against him, letting the heat of their combined bodies and the lingering sensation of the night settle over her. Marcus and Daniel shifted close, brushing gentle, teasing touches over her shoulders and back, their hands lingering just enough to remind her of the intensity of the hours they’d shared.
The fire’s last embers glowed faintly, painting flickering shadows across their bodies, over her flushed skin, and along the slick lines of her shoulders and back. She shivered slightly in the cool night air, sighing long and low, her chest rising and falling in the quiet rhythm of exhaustion and lingering desire.
“God,” she murmured, voice soft and husky, “that… was incredible.”
Adrian kissed the top of her head again, murmuring something low in her ear that made her shiver with warmth. Around her, the three men lingered, their presence comforting, teasing, and protective all at once. She felt cherished, adored, and completely at the center of their attention.
"When we know for sure you're pregnant, they can creampie you," Adrian said softly.
Claire’s eyes opened, scanning each of them slowly, a lazy, triumphant smile curling her lips. “Fine, but,” she said softly, voice playful, “we should make it even more fun.”
"How?" Marcus said, amused.
"You bring your wife. Daniel brings his girlfriend. You all trade places after you cum until you've all filled each pussy." She said with relish.
"You sure?" Daniel asked with a laugh.
Her chest still hummed with heat, the night stretching infinitely around them, and for the first time, she fully realized just how much she had enjoyed every single second of it.