Chapter 1

The evening began as many of our adventures did—with a clink of glasses and a shared grin. The trendy restaurant we'd chosen was too new to be fashionably crowded, too old to be cutting edge. It was the perfect in-between spot for us, a place where we could be seen and yet still be ourselves.

"To another year of breaking the rules," Carla said, her eyes sparkling as she raised her glass. Her short, curly red hair caught the light, and her athletic build was accentuated by the tailored black dress she wore.

I smiled, clinking my glass against hers.

"And to new experiences." The aged whiskey slid down my throat, warming me from within. The restaurant was dimly lit, the air filled with the aroma of exotic spices and the low hum of clinking cutlery. A soft ambient music played in the background, barely noticeable over the hushed conversations of couples lingering over their meals.

Carla leaned in, her voice a low purr. "Speaking of new experiences, I met someone this week."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? Do tell."

She grinned, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "His name's Jan, a Bodybuilder. Massive fucking muscles, the kind that make you want to just grab and squeeze," Carla said, her voice dripping with desire. She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine.

I felt a stirring in my pants, the image of some beefy gym rat already turning me on. "Sounds interesting," I replied, my voice steady despite the blood rushing south.

Carla leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper. "He's got this tattoo, right here." She placed her hand on her lower abdomen, just above the hem of her dress. "A fucking snake coiling around his fucking cock.

I shit you not, Sean. It's fucking... hot." Carla smiled, her voice laced with lust.

I whistled low, "Sounds like quite the sight."

She winked at me, "And he's got fucking skills, too. Knows how to use those muscles to make a girl scream."

Our waiter, a young, attractive man with a trimmed beard and a smirk, chose that moment to approach our table. "Another round for you two?"

Carla's eyes lingered over him, a slow perusal that was anything but subtle.

Yes, another round," I said, my eyes meeting Carla's, a silent, filthy understanding passing between us. "Make it a double, would you?"

The waiter nodded, jotting down our order. "You got it."

As he walked away, Carla leaned in, her voice a low, seductive growl. "You know, I could really go for something sweet right now."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "Oh, yeah? And what exactly do you have in mind?"

She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto mine. "I was thinking...

why don't you and I give our waiter here a little show? See if he's up to the challenge of serving us something truly sweet."

I chuckled, my cock twitching in anticipation. "And what exactly do you have in mind, Carla?"

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the restaurant before landing back on me. "How about we start with a little tease? "

I nodded, my heart pounding as I watched her stand up and walk towards the waiter. She sauntered over, her hips swaying, her dress hugging her curves just right.

I watched as she leaned in, whispering something in the waiter's ear. His eyes widened in surprise, and a slow grin spread across his face.

He nodded, looking across the room at me, and I gave him a knowing smile. Carla took a step back, her fingers trailing up his chest as she did. I could see the outline of his cock through his pants, already thickening at her touch.

Carla returned to the table, a wicked gleam in her eye. "He's game," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Oh yes I reply, mind if him and i get started in the men's? I tease her.

Carla exclaims "No!" and practically drags me by the hand, waiters a step behind us.

When we reach the bathroom, she pushes me into the men's room, our waiter hot on our heels. The room is small, with a single sink and a urinal along the wall. Carla locks the door behind us.

"Alright, stud," Carla purrs, turning to face our waiter. "Let's see what you got."

She steps closer to him, her hands roaming over his chest, his arms, his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're built," she breathes, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles.

I watch, my cock aching in my pants as I lean against the wall. The air is thick with anticipation, the scent of our mixed colognes and perfumes.

Carla's hands slip down to his belt, quickly freeing him from his pants. His cock springs out, already hard and eager. She wraps her hand around it, her fingers barely able to close around the thick shaft. "Shit, you're big," she murmurs, giving it a slow stroke.

The waiter groans, his eyes fluttering shut.

He leans into Carla's touch, his hips thrusting forward slightly. I can see the veins pulsing in his cock as she strokes him, her hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, that's good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

Carla looks over at me, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Sean, come here. Help me out."

I push off the wall, my steps echoing in the small room. I stand behind Carla, my body pressing against hers. I can feel her heart racing, her breath coming in quick gasps.

I reach around her, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. She moans softly, pressing back against me, grinding her ass against my cock. I can feel it straining against my pants, desperate for release.

Carla turns her head, her lips finding mine. We kiss hungrily, our tongues tangling, our bodies pressing together. The waiter watches us, his cock in Carla's hand, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. She breaks the kiss turning to the young waiter and kissing him in turn. I unbutton her blouse and pull down her skirt exposing her naked body to the young man.

. He eagerly begins to suck and nibble on her nipples, his hands stroking her waist and ass. Carla's hand is still stroking his cock, her grip tight and her strokes firm.

I unzip my pants, my cock springing out, hard and ready. I step closer to them and guide my cock towards Carla's pussy. I can feel her heat, her wetness, as I rub the head of my cock against her clit. She moans, her head thrown back, her hips pushing against mine. She bends over taking the waiters cock into her mouth and allowing my cock to slide into her.

The waiter and I lock eyes as she uses our cocks for her pleasure. The waiter and Sean lean in to kiss each other without Claras knowledge. She is so busy sucking the waiters cock while Seans fucks her she is unaware of the two men kissing and groping each other 's bodies.

"Fuck, that's hot," I whisper against the waiter's lips, my hand wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. He moans into my mouth, his tongue exploring. We're both shirtless now, our bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Carla's moans grow louder, her pace picking up as my cock plunges in and out of her, her pussy tightening around me. The waiter's dick throbs in her mouth, his hips thrusting forward, his hands gripping her hair; I can feel his dick pulsing, ready to explode.

I pull away from his mouth, wanting to see his face as he comes. I want to see him lose control, to watch as his body convulses and his cock throbs in Carla's mouth.

I lean back, giving him some room. Carla's moans are loud now, her body shaking as I fuck her harder, faster. Her pussy is so fucking wet, so fucking tight around my cock. I can feel the heat building in my balls, that familiar tingle that tells me I'm close.

The waiter's breath is coming in short gasps, his hips jerking as he fucks Carla's mouth.

His cock is dark and swollen, the veins standing out as he loses control. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grits out, his hands tightening in Carla's hair.

She moans around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He throws his head back, a guttural roar escaping his lips as he comes hard, his cock pulsing in Carla's mouth. She swallows, her throat working as she takes every drop.

Watching him lose it like that sends me over the edge.

I groan, my cock throbbing as I come hard, my cum filling Carla's pussy. She moans around the waiter's cock, the vibrations sending me into a fucking frenzy. I pull out, my cock still pulsing, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

The waiter pulls out of Carla's mouth, his cock glistening with her spit. He stumbles back, his knees weak, a satisfied grin on his face. "Fuck, that was... something else," he says, his voice hoarse.

Carla turns to me, a wicked smile on her face. She kisses me deeply her eyes watching my reaction. She pulls away smiling knowingly my cock hard again from tasting the waiters cum in her mouth. She knows!

I grip her chin, my thumb brushing against her lips; I crush my mouth against hers again. I can taste him on her, taste his cum, and it drives me fucking wild.

She leans against me, breathless but excited, her mind racing....