Natalie had invited Sophia and me over to her place for a quiet Saturday night — nothing wild, just some drinks, food, and catching up. Her husband, Jason, was away for work in Dubai and had already been gone for weeks. She was open about how lonely she’d been, how the silence around the house was starting to get to her, how she couldn’t even remember the last time she had been properly touched.

She said it casually, but the tension underneath was obvious. There was something raw about it — like she wasn’t just making conversation. She was craving something.

Sophia — my girlfriend — had picked up on it too. I could see it in the glances they shared and the way Sophia had been slowly pushing boundaries all evening. The wine was flowing, the conversation drifted into more suggestive territory, and the mood in the room got heavier with each minute.

Then Natalie’s phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen and rolled her eyes with a grin. “It’s Jason. Give me a sec — I’ll just take it in the bedroom.”

She disappeared down the hall, closing the door softly behind her. The moment she was out of sight, Sophia turned to me with a wicked smirk.

“She’s so horny it’s driving her insane,” she whispered, shifting closer on the couch. “You feel it too, right?”

I nodded, and her hand slid over my thigh, slowly trailing up until it rested right over the bulge in my pants.

“She wants something to happen,” Sophia said, already undoing my fly. “She just needs an excuse.”

Before I could say a word, she pulled me out and leaned down, taking me into her mouth without hesitation. Warm, wet, and slow — she moaned as she sucked, looking up at me with that spark in her eyes like she wanted Natalie to walk back in.

And just like that… she did.

The bedroom door opened mid-call. Natalie stepped out still holding the phone to her ear — and stopped in her tracks.

She saw Sophia on her knees, her lips wrapped around my cock, her head slowly bobbing while her hand stroked what she couldn’t take. My head was tilted back, one hand in Sophia’s hair, hips rising slightly with every motion.

Natalie didn’t say anything at first. She froze — eyes wide, lips parted — and slowly ended the call, placing the phone down on the coffee table without a word.

Sophia looked up, keeping me in her mouth for one more slow, teasing stroke, then pulled off with a pop, smiling at her best friend.

“We thought we’d give you a little something to come back to,” she said, gently stroking my cock in her hand.

Natalie blinked, exhaled hard, and then let out a shaky laugh.

“Jesus,” she murmured, her voice low and hoarse. “I leave the room for five minutes…”

“You were taking too long,” Sophia teased.

There was a beat — a long, heavy moment — and then Natalie stepped forward and lifted her shirt over her head. No bra. Just bare, soft skin, pierced nipples, and the kind of sexual energy that had clearly been bottled up for far too long.

“I haven’t been touched in weeks,” she said, eyes locked on mine, then shifting to Sophia. “I need this.”

Sophia looked back at her and smiled. “Then come here.”

What followed was one of the most intensely erotic moments I’ve ever experienced — Natalie kneeling beside Sophia, taking turns with her, licking and stroking me, kissing each other between deep, messy sucks. At one point they were both licking me at once, their tongues meeting, their moans syncing up like they were feeding off each other.

Natalie pulled away at one point, breathless, and said, “He tastes like you.”

Sophia just grinned. “I know.”