A coworker’s invitation to play turns into a wild three-way surprise.

I worked the 4:30 a.m. shift in the butcher’s shop with a chick named Marissa. She was older than me. A short spitfire of a woman with a pixie cut and an ass that wouldn’t quit.

She walked in Monday morning and, as usual, tossed her purse to the side. “How goes it?”

“Meat. Cutting. Too fucking early in the morning,” I muttered. “The usual.”

She gave me a laugh and a lingering look — different than any other she’d ever cast my way — and then put on her apron. “Same old, same old.” Then she went about getting her work done, leaving me baffled by the sudden shift in her attitude toward me.

I’d chalked it up to my imagination by the time I got a break to eat. I settled down with a boring bag lunch and a soda outside on the loading dock. When I heard the door swing open, I turned to see Marissa sauntering out, holding a sub and a soda cup from the place next door.

“Mind if I sit?”

I shook my head and patted the concrete lip of the dock beside me. “Plenty of room.”

When she bent to sit, I saw the flex of her thighs beneath her super-tight black skinny jeans. And I caught a brief glimpse of the sweet heart shape of her ass. She settled there next to me, legs swinging, as she unwrapped her sandwich.

“What kind?” I asked, nodding to the sub.

“Roast beef,” she said.

I rolled my eyes, and she laughed. “I know, I know. We deal with dead beasts all day. I probably should have gotten a veggie delight or a vegan special, but what can I say?” She ran a hand through her short hair and laughed. “I have an appetite!”

Something about that statement made me perk up, all parts of me, in fact. I suddenly found myself attempting to hide an erection with my stupid brown bag. I assured myself as she attacked her sub that it was my imagination because she was married. Had been married for five years. I knew that because she’d told me all about her husband as we carved steaks and ground beef. There’s nothing much to do when you’re butchering but talk about shit in your life.

“Good?” I asked, nodding to her sub. Because I had nothing else brilliant to say.

She regarded it. “It’s good.”

For some reason I asked, “Satisfy that appetite of yours?”

She cocked an eyebrow and smiled. “Not quite.” But that’s all she said, and though my heart had kicked once in my chest so hard it startled me, I let the topic drop.

We finished our lunches in silence, but I’d occasionally catch her looking at me, giving me a side-eye glance that said she was studying without speaking. For some reason my cock refused to go down, so I simply left the paper bag in my lap and pretended my erection wasn’t happening.

“Hope I’m not rushing you, but we like to get right to the fucking.”

She stood and put her trash in the bin by the bay door. “Gotta go in. You coming?”

Just the word coming made my cock jerk, and I let out a long, slow breath. “In a moment.”

Her smile was knowing, and that didn’t help matters. I sat there, late returning from my break, but leading the way with my dick didn’t seem like a good plan. When I felt presentable, I went back, found my cap, tied my apron on and steeled myself to work with Marissa the rest of our shift.

Everything was fine, normal even, until about an hour before we were due to clock out. “I was wondering,” she started, moving close to me as we wrapped meat in cling wrap, “If you’d want to come over tonight. Meet my husband.”

I focused on the cling wrap to keep from looking at her. We’d been working together a while but weren’t what I’d classify as friends. Why in the hell would she want me to meet her husband? Instead of asking her, I just nodded. I’d roll with it. “Sure.”

“Great. We like new people.” She bumped me with her shoulder, and I had to focus on breathing. And my cock, well, that had decided to spring to life again. I was grateful for my apron and the waist high steel tables we worked at. “You can follow me home.”

Another nod from me. “I can follow you home. Sure.”

The next hour took about seven hours to pass.

She came by as I was gathering my stuff. She slipped her small hand into the back pocket of my jeans and stood on tiptoe to whisper in my ear, “Ready?” When her breath hit my neck, goose bumps sprang up along the back of my arms.

“I’m ready.” I willed my heart to calm down and followed her out the back entrance to the parking lot. I watched that heart-shaped ass swing the entire way, wanting to reach out and grab it, haul her back and bend her over right there. Instead, I walked to my car, got in, and started it. She gave me a wink as she pulled out, and I followed her to her house in a quiet little neighborhood about eight minutes from work.

The entire time I drove I kept my palm pressed to my hard-on. The pressure was nice, and I was half sure that action was the only thing keeping my dick from ripping a hole in my jeans.

She cut her engine and then her lights as I pulled in behind her car and did the same. I stayed in my car until she sauntered up to the window. It was a warm night so I had the window down. She framed her lean body in the space and touched my forearm. “You coming in or what? We don’t bite. Well” — she dropped me a wink — “unless you ask nice.”

The “we” had me wondering, but as she turned to walk up to her front door and I caught sight of that ass again, I decided I didn’t fucking care. I got out and hurried after her.

Her living room was bright yellow with dark wood accents. Oddly, it had a very 70s feel to it that I kind of liked. Her husband was sprawled across the sofa, watching a cooking show on TV. He stood when we entered and gave me a once over. I was doing the same to him. He was only about an inch or two taller than Marissa, built similarly and wiry. The complete antithesis of my bulky, tall body.

He didn’t ask my name, just stuck out a hand and said, “Matt.”

I shook and said nothing. If he wasn’t going to ask my name, I wasn’t going to offer it. I was pretty sure we weren’t here to be beer-and-football buddies.

I expected some kind of social lubrication, but there wasn’t any. She grabbed my hand with her much smaller one and led me toward the steps to the second floor. She tossed a glance over her shoulder at her husband and asked, “Coming?”

He laughed softly, sat on the edge of the sofa, and said, “Maybe soon.”

I had no idea where this was going, but somehow the unknown made it that much better. At that moment, I was pretty sure I could have broken concrete with my cock.

Their room was another space circa 1978. Orange and brown furniture, shag carpet, a bed with a big padded headboard.

Marissa took two steps into the room and turned toward me. She whisked off her work tee and the bra beneath. She pushed her jeans down and then her panties. “Sorry, hope I’m not rushing you, but we like to get right to the fucking. I’ve been telling Matt about you for weeks.”

Matt, meanwhile, had wandered in, maybe more eager than he’d wanted to seem. He didn’t say a word. It should have been strange, but his silence ramped up my arousal like tossing lighter fluid on a charcoal grill.

I didn’t have to deal with niceties with him. I just had to fuck his wife.

She yanked my pants down, dropped to her knees, and got my cock in her mouth. Not just in her mouth. Her throat. She worked me like it was her job, and the pleasure that curled deep in my gut made my mind shut down. I was operating strictly on lizard brain at that moment. I shoved my hands in her short dark hair and gripped it hard. She wasn’t shy, clearly, so I knew she’d speak up if I was being too rough.

I fucked her mouth like I owned it, and all the while her husband stood there, mute, arms crossed, watching. But his cock was tenting his shorts, so it was clear that Matt-the-Silent was enjoying the show.

Her wet sucking sounds and the sight of her gobbling my cock had me gritting my teeth. I didn’t want to come, not for a while, and I let her bring me right to the brink before taking a step back and pulling free of her plump wet lips.

“Now what?” I asked, my voice a rasp. I was having trouble processing words and thoughts.

She got on the bed on her hands and knees while Matt stood there, still watching. At some point, while I was focused on his wife, he’d undressed. He had his cock in his hand. I noticed his chest was hairless, as well as his legs and his crotch. He winked at me and said, “Now you fuck her from behind. Pull her hair. She likes that shit.”

“I plunged into her pussy and found her drenched.”

I undressed fully, climbed up behind Marissa and grabbed her hips. She was small but shapely, and a groan tore out of me at seeing my big hands on her petite body. I plunged into her pussy and found her drenched. Her body opened, allowed me in, and then clamped down on me like a small, wet fist. I hung my head and willed myself not to come instantly. I slid in and out of her, fingers biting into her flesh.

I finally remembered to reach up with a hand and tug her short hair until she moaned and her cunt rippled around my driving cock.

Then Matt surprised me by going around to the front and sliding his cock into Marissa’s willing mouth. His fingers twined in her hair, and he grinned at me across the span of his wife’s body.

“All the holes are tight on Mar,” he said. Then he chuckled. He fucked her mouth as roughly as I fucked her cunt. She was a human push-and-pull toy between us and seemed made to be used this way. Marissa was all moans and groans and sighs. She slammed her body back to take my dick, her mouth making wet, slippery noises on her husband’s cock.

“Soon you can have an ass,” Matt said, with a lewd smile on his face.

My brain shut down, and my cock felt like it might explode. I shoved into her deeper and then pressed my thumb into her ass, thinking of what Matt had just said. Soon you can have an ass…

My boring day cutting meat had turned into a fuckfest in a retro bedroom on an innocent-looking suburban street; the thought stole my breath away.

Marissa’s reaction to my thumb in her ass was an aroused whimper. Her pussy grew wetter around my cock, which I hadn’t thought impossible. I pulled my thumb free, and she groaned in desperation. Not wanting to disappoint, I did one better. I wet my fingers with her overflowing juices and plunged two into her back hole.

Marissa was a wild thing between us, eating up her husband’s cock and clenching her internal muscles around my pumping dick and fingers. The sensation made me clench my jaw tight. All I could think about was ass-fucking. All I could focus on was what it’d be like to slide into a tight, willing back hole and pound it relentlessly until I saw stars.

Matt pulled free of her mouth, and she scooted forward to disengage from me. I stayed still, on my knees, with my cock standing out straight.

Matt nodded to my cock and cocked an eyebrow. “May I?”

At that point, what the fuck did I care? If he wanted to suck my dick, more power to him. I simply nodded in return. Marissa lay on her back, and he straddled her face. She popped both forearms beneath her head and angled herself so she could get his cock in her mouth again. Matt, the man who looked an awful lot like his minx of a wife, leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth. I blinked, letting the sensations rush over me. I heard the wet ministrations of her mouth working his length and the equally slick sounds of him sucking his wife’s pussy juice off my cock.

I grabbed his head in my hands. I was rougher than I had been with her, fucking his mouth fast and deep. I bucked my hips and filled his throat and watched him take it. His cheeks hollowed out, his lips almost the same color pink as Marissa’s. They could be brother and sister. They weren’t, but the random thought caused my cock to jerk within the slippery hollow of his mouth.

Just before I thought I was going to shoot my load straight down his throat, he pulled away and sat up.

“Now for the magic,” Matt said, his lips shiny with spit. He’d barely spoken but for instructions and tips on fucking, but that was fine by me. Like I said, we weren’t here to be friends.

He raised his hands in the air and I froze, but then he simply clapped them and the lights went out. I couldn’t help it. I laughed, remembering commercials from my childhood about the amazing device that could control your lights without you having to get up.

There was a rustling movement, and the tableau was rearranged. I felt bodies brushing mine. A mouth on my cock. A hand trailing down my ass. A finger stroked my chest and my leg. Someone brushed a thumb across my cheek. I didn’t care. I was lost in the darkness. It didn’t matter who was touching me or where. The only focus was my throbbing cock, and the fact that I now wanted to come very, very badly. I didn’t care who it was with, who it was in, or who it was on. I just wanted to get off.

A body settled in front of mine, and I put my hands out. I could feel hairless, smooth ass cheeks, but that didn’t mean a damn thing. I felt around for the asshole and pushed a finger inside. A sigh, but again, I was unable to tell the sex of the recipient. Quite frankly, it didn’t matter. I pushed a second finger inside the tight, moist sheath and thrust. Again, a mouth on my cock, sucking and licking, drawing on me so hard that I saw small stars fire off in my vision like lightning bugs.

I grabbed the hips in front of me and pushed my cockhead against the tight star of an anus. I levered forward and the body pushed back. I slid my spit-slick dick in slowly and couldn’t help but wonder who exactly I was fucking. Marissa or her husband? And I found the answer was truly irrelevant. I wanted to come until I saw more stars in the darkness.

I pushed against a lower back and started to thrust, over and over again, driving my cock into that eager receptacle. I heard a groan that was a man’s, but the sound was followed swiftly by a feminine sigh. I kept going, not caring about anything but what I was feeling.

Fingers traced down my back and ran between my legs to cup and squeeze my balls. The hand was small and soft, so I was pretty sure I was fucking Matt.

When he grunted and hissed, “Jesus,” it was confirmed. Arousal spiked through me. I’d never fucked a guy and had never harbored any intention to, but I found that secret sex, regardless of the kind, in a dark room with bodies pressed together was at the top of my list of arousing experiences.

A finger pushed into my asshole and I jerked, but only slightly. The penetration forced me into a higher rhythm, driving my body to fuck like it was my sole purpose.

The asshole around me clenched, and I moaned. The finger in my ass slid in and out, and I groaned, the sound desperate and helpless. I was on the verge of shooting my load, and there was no way around it. It was going to be over in a blink, and I couldn’t do a damn thing other than ride it out. Which I did. Fucking the darkness-masked Matt with all my might.

My hips ached, my back burned, but I kept going. And finally, Marissa bit the back of my neck, and that sharp stab of pain pushed me right over the edge. I was free-falling. I came with a bellow that I’d never experienced before.

Someone clapped and the lights came on. Matt was flushed and smiling; Marissa’s eyes were glazed with arousal.

“Lay down,” she said.

I dropped like a stone, too spent to argue or question. She settled her pussy over my face and lowered herself so I could lick. And lick her I did, fueled by lust and excitement and newness. I licked her clit and sucked it, swirling at her with my tongue, teasing her with my lips.

Matt stuck his cock in her mouth, and she sucked. I laid there vaguely watching as I ate her pussy, occasionally thrusting a couple fingers into her cunt until she started to squirm like she was getting close to coming. Her body writhed over me, and I could smell how turned on she was. She tasted like coffee and oranges and spice.

“She pulled me free and wrapped her pretty lips around my shaft.”

When she rocked herself over me to quicken my tongue on her clit, I sucked harder and she came, bucking against my face. Her sounds set Matt off. It was an evident chain reaction. He drove deep into her mouth, from what I could see at my odd angle. He came with a loud cry that shocked my ears.

“Wow,” Marissa said, running a finger down my chest as she now lay next to me. “That was…just, wow.”

Matt didn’t say a word. He got up, pulled on his shorts and disappeared.

“I was right about you,” she said. Her fingers circled my soft dick for a moment and stroked. I shut my eyes, willing it back to life, but it’d had enough for the moment.

“Well…thanks for thinking of me, I guess,” I said, laughing.

“I’ve been thinking about that for months. Matt likes to have a little fun from time to time. I told him I had a Grade-A candidate the next time he got in the mood.”

I nodded with a smile, and then sat up. “I should go. Leave you two alone.”

She agreed and stood when I did. We got dressed. As she pulled on those black skinny jeans, I was sad to see that heart-shaped ass disappear.

She walked me out. When we passed Matt, he tossed me a halfhearted wave, eyes focused on the TV, and said, “See ya, man.”

What an odd guy, I thought, but I didn’t say anything to her.

She kissed my cheek at the car and said, “See you tomorrow morning.”

I drove home feeling drunk, despite being stone-cold sober.

The next morning I stumbled into work, bleary eyed, with a to-go coffee cup in hand. I found my cap and my apron and put them on. I was the first one there every morning to get all the stuff set up. The back door opened, taking me by surprise and startling me. Marissa locked it behind her after she entered; a glance at the clock told me she was earlier than usual.

“Hey, there, Romeo,” Marissa said. She didn’t put her apron or her hat on just yet. She sauntered up to me and leaned against the stainless steel table. “So, Matt and I were wondering if you’d want to come over again next week.”

I thought about it for a second and shrugged. “Sure.”

“Thanks. I’m glad you liked it enough to come back.” As she spoke she sank down out of sight. I was tired and confused until she nestled herself in the space between me and the table and unzipped my jeans. Her hand worked its way into my boxer briefs and found my cock. She pulled me free and wrapped her pretty lips around my shaft. She sucked me deep, slipping her fingers into my pants to stroke my balls.

Her mouth glided up and down my cock, her lips kissed my tip, and then her mouth opened again to engulf me once more. I sighed, putting one hand atop her head, the other on the table. I levered myself forward over and over again, gliding across her velvet tongue and into the hot hollow of her throat. I again fucked her mouth like I owned it, and the action seemed to turn her on. She sighed and moaned, and I thought the noises alone were going to make me come.

I’d been staring at her ass for a year, and now had been in her mouth twice in less than 24 hours. And what a fucking mouth it was.

She sucked me hard, drawing on me, and my fingers tightened in her hair. She licked a hot line up the back of my shaft and tickled my cockhead with her rigid tongue. Then her whole mouth took me in again, hot and slick. I grunted, rocking into her, and then lost it. Fatigue shortened my trigger, but the orgasm was no less spectacular for the short duration. I came, biting my lip so hard I drew blood as I tried not to yell out in the small shop.

She stood and dusted off the knees of her jeans before wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Then she put on her apron and her hat as I put myself back together again. There was nothing I could do about the fact that my legs felt empty of actual bones.

“Good way to start the morning, lover boy?” she asked as she washed her hands.

“I can’t think of a better way.” And that was the honest to God truth.

It looks like I’ll get the chance to top what I’d thought was my most unforgettable lay — and I can’t wait.

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