A vivid night for 3

I’ll call them Mia and Ethan, a couple I’d met at the gym, who over the past few months I had become more friendly with. A Mid 40s couple who seem successful and focused.

She was that great mix between the girl next door and something a little feistier underneath. A Boss lady, with a curvy body with all the right lumps and bumps, she always caught my attention in her gym clothes. Ethan was a few years older than her, and was the typical successful Sydney Guy. Drove a BMW, wore a Rolex always well dressed. I always felt he was punching above his weight with Mia. He has a Dad type body and was always commenting about how he was jealous of my physique. I always brushed off the compliments saying we all have our insecurities.

One day we were chatting about the Vivid festival being on and they said they had a great view from their apartment of the harbour and could see many of the instillations from their balcony. They suggested I come over as they had been wanting to set me up on a blind date with a friend of theirs—a mystery woman Rachel, they swore I’d hit it off with. By nature I am very quiet and reserved and the idea of a blind date frankly scared the shit out of me.

The setup felt intriguing, so I agreed, and went along. I rugged up for the Sydney winter weather putting on heavy coat, with a jumper and a fitted shirt and jeans, ready to charm whoever awaited me.

The apartment door swung open, and Mia greeted me with a warm smile, her black slinky dress hugging her curves, her dark hair glowing over her shoulders. I had not seem her out of gym clothes before and was not disappointed. Ethan followed, with a handshake and a bro hug, his eyes glinting with something I couldn’t place. “She’s running late,” Mia said smoothly, pouring me a Gin and tonic. “Let’s enjoy the view while we wait.”

The Air-conditioning was blasting and I quickly became uncomfortable so overdressed. I pulled off my jacket, and then took the jumper off as well. As I pulled the jumped over my head, trying to be all smooth and cool, my shirt came half off as well. As I pulled it back down Ethan made a comment about my body and how he is working hard to get there. He then went on to say how I must be living my best life in Sydney with all these beautiful girls around. I always find it difficult talking about my romantic endeavours with others, particularly with women and even more with a lady who was so sexy. I brushed it off, which wasn’t that hard as I hadn’t had much luck lately.

The room buzzed with a strange energy—candles flickering on the coffee table, music playing and a killer view. I settled in, chatting about mundane stuff. Mia went to get another round of drinks. Ethan said he had to make a quick phone call and he went to the other room. Then the doorbell went off. Ethan stuck his head out and said that’s our guest, can you let her in, I’ll be 1 more minute. This made me really uncomfortable, I was already feeling awkward about meeting this mystery person, Now I need to open the door with a cold intro…

To my great surprise when I opened the door, Mia was standing there in a black coarsest and a lace robe and black high heels. Not sure if my jaw or my heart dropped quicker! I had always found her attractive but this was next level…beyond next level.

Mia’s grabbed my hand and guided me down the hall. I must say I was on auto pilot just going with the flow, intrigued and nervous about what was happening. We passed the lounge room and continued past the room Ethan was previously in making his supposed call. Where was he? Was he about to pop out and punch me? The mind raced as fast as my heart beat.

We reached their bed room, where Ethan was waiting.

Cuffs, a blindfold and a cat o' nine tails on the bed catching my eye. “What’s this?” I asked, half-laughing, but Mia’s smirk silenced me. “No blind date,” she confessed, stepping closer. “This is about us. You’re our gift tonight.” Ethan’s hand grazed my shoulder in a reassuring way, and the realisation hit—there was no girl. They’d lured me here, and I was the target.

Before I could process, Mia gave me a little kiss, her lips were soft and warm, she handed me the leather cuffs. “Put them on,” she ordered, her voice firm. I hesitated, wondering what was going on and what’s going to happen, I decided to see where it takes me and complied, the leather biting my wrist, she laid me on the bed and secured my wrists above my head tied to the bed.

She slipped a blindfold over my eyes, darkness amplifying my senses. She ran her nails down my body slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Again another kiss, but this time it felt different, more rough and spikey, this wasn’t Mia anymore, it was more primal and direct. Ethan’s breath was warm as he straddled me. “Relax,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine—slowly, I felt the hunger. I groaned, the sensation not entirely new but electric, my body responding despite the surprise. I had been with couples before but never with a male so direct and involved. Mia’s nails raked my chest, leaving red trails, her dominance clear as she unbuttoned my pants and guided Ethan’s head lower. His mouth found me, slow and deliberate, and I tensed against the cuffs, pleasure crashing through me.

“Enough,” Mia said after a moment, her voice a whip. “That is enough for you!” she barked at Ethan. She pulled off my blindfold, revealing Ethan’s flushed face, listening and obedient. “In the Chair” she ordered. “He is mine…for now.”

She straddled me, her corset unlaced now, her skin warm against mine. “Watch us,” she commanded to Ethan. Ethan’s eyes burned—jealousy, arousal, surrender—his submission to her will palpable.

She turned and sat square on my face, burying my face so deep I could barely breathe. My true Achilles heel is going down (or up in this circumstance) on a tasty juicy pussy that is “on heat”. It was the most wonderful taste and sensation, just the right mix of pheromones and juice.

Her climax was prolonged and vocal. She barely broke eye contact with Ethan for a second the entire time. “Are you jealous yet?” she questioned Ethan. He nodded with perverse smile.

“Too bad” her reply, “I am just getting started.”

She untied me, and whispered in my ear, “Make him die of Jealousy.”

She proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me. Her body moving in ways I thought unimaginable. Hitting all the right spots at the right time. From time to time she would throw little comments to Ethan making sure he was focused. She felt my climax building and instructed me to cum over her perfect tits.

She then asked Ethan “Crawl to me.” He complied again.

She then instructed him to lick her still throbbing pussy.

“Clean me off” she whispered. Using his tongue he licked every bit of cum off her.

“Maybe next time I will let you get it out of our guest yourself” she pondering out loud to him.

“You have pleased me,” she whispered, kissing him deeply, reclaiming each other.

I sat back, chest heaving, wrists still sore from the cuffs, pondering their seduction, my unexpected role. Ethan’s lips on me lingered in my mind, a mix of shock and thrill.

As I dressed, the conversation returned to a surprisingly normal jovial mood. Feeling unsure what to do next, I grabbed my coat and said my good byes. Mia walked me to the door, her smile knowing. “Thanks for playing along,” she said, and I nodded, still processing. Ethan stayed on the bed, his eyes following me, a silent acknowledgment of what we’d shared. For me, the night was a wild detour from the expected, a memory that I’d carry for ever and a day, wondering if I’d let them lure me again.. If they would want to?….what would Ethan’s role be next time? What did they do after I left? But the most important question what was the cat o' nine tails for and why didn’t she use them?