Sharing Her

I don’t even know how to respond.

“You’re...kind of describing a dream come true,” I breathe, almost laughing.

Jack leans in and kisses me on the neck and whispers into my ear. “That’s exactly what I was going to say.”

I did get fired from my catering job. It turned out that someone had spotted me and reported me to my boss.

I couldn’t care less.

Four months later, I was bouncing on Aiden’s dick again, but this time, I was in their four-poster bed, and I had a bump in my belly showing.

It was their baby, and they knew it.

Jack was kissing me on the lips while Aiden’s hands groped my breasts, and our groans were filling the massive master bedroom.

Every day was like this, just like they promised. When they weren’t on movie sets raking in more billions of dollars, I was lounging in the manor buying more outfits and lingerie and fancy foods than I could ever know what to do with. And when they did get home, exploring their bodies was a new and exciting adventure each day.

“Fuck, I love you, Sophie,” Jack groaned.

“We both love you,” Aiden growled into my ear. The two liked to pretend to fight over me, but I knew they both loved me equally, and they were the best of friends for it. I was their common love, and it worked. It didn’t matter whether anyone understood.

It was working, and better yet, we had a marriage officiator who was going to marry me to both of them.

Life was good.

And with their baby on the way and endless, blissful nights on the horizon...it looked like life was just getting started.

Exhibitionist For Her

I can’t believe she talked me into this.

My lips curve into the best smile I can muster in the mirror, and I push my breasts up in the skimpy lingerie that doesn’t do anything to hide my body. There’s glitter on my chest and arms, and the room is thick with the scent of flowery perfume. My brown hair is styled into big curls that spill over my shoulder, and my long eyelashes couldn’t be better.

But I’m still more nervous than I was when I graduated.

My outfit for the night is classy, at least, compared to what I was expecting. I’m wearing a white thong around my hips, but I don’t have a bra. Instead, I have a sheer white negligee with a sash tied around my stomach that holds it all together. My nipples are obvious underneath it, and it’s chilly enough in the changing room that they’re stiff.

“Ready for your debut?” my friend Tiffany asks as she walks up behind me, beaming at my outfit. “Oh my god, you look kinky.”

“Shut up!” I whine.

“Own it, girl!” she insists, patting me on the ass. She’s wearing frilly pink and black panties with matching nipple covers and a fluffy pink boa around her shoulders. She looks a little more sultry than me, I think--at least, I want to think so.

I’ve always been the shy one, at work and in school and in my social life.

So, how did Tiffany convince me to take a job at this high-end sex club?

Money, duh.

I lived my whole life never partying, never going out to drink, and never even bothering with guys. I was pretty awkward in high school, after all.

But I’m an adult now. I just never expected my adult life to be quite like this.

“Alright, it’s showtime,” Tiffany says. “Come on, let’s go!”

Tiffany grabs my hand and pulls me out the door to the club floor, and I feel my anxiety boil up inside me immediately.

The pink lights in the club are dim, casting long, seductive shadows and only hinting at everything that’s going on around the place. The music is soft and ambient, and I feel its pulse in my every breath.