The front door clicked shut behind Lena and her colleague, Mark. The lingering scent of cheap vodka and expensive perfume clung to them. My dick twitched as I saw her stumble in, a glint in her eye that wasn’t just from the booze.

“Honey,” she slurred, smiling, “Mark’s staying.” She threw herself onto the sofa, her tight skirt riding up to reveal the tops of her stockings. Mark, nervous but game, sat beside her.

I poured three whiskeys. I knew the game. Lena’s pussy was already wet; the smell of it was faintly mingled with her perfume. She had been wanting to share me since she came home horny months ago.

She didn’t waste time. Her hand went to my belt, undoing it with practiced ease. “We’re gonna make him jealous, babe,” she whispered to me, but her eyes were on Mark as she pulled my hard cock out. It was a thick, veined unit, already glistening with pre-cum.

I groaned as she took me in her mouth, her warm tongue lapping the head. Her hand moved to Mark’s crotch, feeling the bulge in his trousers. “He’s big, too,” she murmured, her lips wet against my shaft.

We laid Lena down on the rug. I knelt at her head, my cock deep in her throat, gripping her hair and pulling her face onto it. Mark knelt by her cunt. He spread her thighs wide, revealing her pink, glistening slit, all slick with her juices.

“Go get it, buddy,” I grunted, knowing a good thing when I saw