[M4FM] Threes A Crowd (seeking a group NTR kinda story)

I figure this is a long shot request, but what I would love to eventually set up is a situation/scene/story where it is an interaction between two other people besides me.

So mainly seeking a male writer that has a more aggressive confident cocky bad boy type personality unless you’d prefer to play the boyfriend/cuck role.

And also seeking someone to play as the lead gal too,

I love uncomfortable situations and I would love to be immersed in one. Maybe me and the girl are a couple and the other guy is someone who has his eye on her, or maybe is an ex lover or ex boyfriend.

So I’m a big lover of all things NTR, cheating, cucking, hot wifing, sharing… especially when it all goes kinda wrong and the girl finds so much more thrills and enjoyment with another guy.

Anyway let me know if you're interested or if you have a friend who would join in.

Obviously we could set up a scene or situation we are all okay with. The above ideas are just examples and not set in stone. As I’d be happy with them being a couple already, whether just a relationship or married.

Some ideas

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\- A couple that does OnlyFans yet it’s gotten kinda stale so they think about brining a different male talent in and collaborating with a star

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\- A married couple gets an offer from either a friend or boss to borrow his wife for something

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\- Cocky alpha boyfriends best friend seduces his friends girl.

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\-Something to do with roomies, maybe Covid inspired/set

A more detailed idea/bit of writing

Allie closed the door behind her and locked it.

The click echoed louder than it should have.

She turned slowly, the silence between them weighted, thick. John was already on the bed. Lounging in his slacks like he’d been waiting for her all night. One arm rested behind his head, the other resting lazily near the bulge in his pants.

“You know,” she said quietly, “you’re really lucky.”

John raised an eyebrow.

“My husband doesn’t go out of town often.”

His smirk was instant. “I bet.”

He looked her over without shame, his gaze crawling across the red lace stretched tight against her skin.

Lingerie chosen by her husband.

The same delicate see-through set he’d begged her to try on last week when he brought this idea up for the third time. And to complete the fantasy, she also wore the same shade of red lipstick Michael loved.

Allie stepped forward on quiet feet, her stomach tight, her breathing shallow.

John didn’t know the whole truth. But that was part of the game. He didn’t know about the closet. About her husband hidden only feet away, silent behind slatted doors, watching through a crack with wide eyes and a painfully hard cock.

Michael had begged for this.

Begged her to reach out to John. To invite him over. To let him believe she was cheating behind his back.

He wanted to see what another man could do to her.

Allie never would have imagined doing this on her own. Not in a million years. She had always lived a quiet, safe life. Timid and nervous, she was the kind of woman who had a hard time speaking up when ordering her coffee. But Michael hadn’t just suggested it. He'd obsessed over it. Asked again and again, until something inside her cracked.

Now here she was. Standing in red lace, heart pounding, mouth dry. Wondering if she’d lost her mind. But she had to admit, the adrenaline was intoxicating.

“Damn,” John said under his breath, his eyes locked to her chest as she stepped closer. “Your husband’s a fucking idiot for leaving you alone.”

Allie didn’t answer. She couldn’t. The air was too thick to speak through. Her eyes had fallen to his lap. To the heavy shape straining under those dress pants.

Her breath caught.

So the rumors were true.

There was a reason she’d never let herself flirt back at work. A reason she ignored his looks and lingering eyes when she passed his office. She hadn’t let herself think about him because… in truth, she had always wanted to. John was confident, funny, handsome, and accomplished. The kind of man any woman would swoon after.

The kind of man Allie was certain would never so much as look in her direction.

Not until Michael brought up the idea.

Not until her husband told her how badly he wanted it. How much it turned him on.

“Just once,” he had whispered. “I promise I won’t get jealous. I want this.”

“And now you're all mine,” John said, his hand pressing down slowly along his own length.

Allie’s throat tightened. She didn’t glance at the closet, but her skin burned with the weight of his eyes. She knew he was watching. Knew this was what he’d wanted.

“After today,” John murmured, “you’re not gonna want anyone else’s cock but mine.”

The words landed like a punch. Crude. Confident. And terrifyingly hot.

Allie felt her legs weaken slightly.

It took everything in her not to look toward the crack in the closet door.

“W-what do you want me to do?” she asked.

Her voice sounded distant to her own ears. Shy, innocent, unreal. It was as if someone was speaking through her.

John sat up straighter, spreading his knees slightly as he looked her over with a hungry smile.

“Crawl.”

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