Alex’s Decision

Alex slumped at his desk, the office’s hum a distant drone. Papers piled high, a computer screen flickered with spreadsheets, but his mind was consumed by Anna’s voice, her confession echoing like a forbidden chant. “I’m a cuckqueen,” she’d whispered, her eyes alight with raw desire. “I get off watching you fuck other women, knowing you’re mine but having them.” The words had scorched him, a revelation that left him reeling, his cock stirring at the memory. Her dream—fucking Bella, Chloe, and Dana on a couch, their pussies tight, squirting, moaning, while she watched, fingers buried in her cunt, cumming repeatedly—had been a kinky masterpiece. It ignited fantasies he’d harbored, visions of Bella’s playful allure, Chloe’s bold teasing, and Dana’s fierce intensity, now tantalizingly possible with Anna’s blessing.

He shifted, cock twitching against his slacks. The office buzzed—phones rang, colleagues murmured, a printer whirred—but Alex was lost in the student house’s living room. Bella’s flirty giggle haunted him, her blonde hair spilling, full tits bouncing in his mind as he imagined her riding him, pussy tight and dripping. Chloe’s daring taunts, her curly brown hair wild, ass high as he fantasized fucking her doggy, pussy pulsing. Dana’s intense glare, dark ponytail swaying, nails raking as he pictured taking her missionary, pussy clenching. These fantasies had always been private, a guilty thrill. Now Anna’s fetish offered a path to make them real, not in secret but openly, perhaps with her watching, her pussy soaking as he fucked them.

He rubbed his temple, staring blankly at a report. Could he do it? Plunge into Bella’s tight, playful pussy, her teasing moans filling the air, while Anna watched, fingers circling her clit? Slam into Chloe’s bold, pulsing pussy, her provocative screams echoing, as Anna moaned nearby? Take Dana’s fierce, gripping pussy, her challenging glares burning, with Anna’s eyes locked on them, cumming? His cock jolted. He adjusted himself, pulse quickening. These fantasies had fueled his desire, driven by lust and the thrill of the forbidden. Anna’s fetish made them tangible, a shared depravity. The idea was intoxicating yet daunting. He’d never crossed that line, but her confession unlocked a door he ached to step through.

A coworker’s voice broke through. “Alex, you got those figures?” He blinked, muttered an excuse, and fumbled with papers. His mind drifted back. How would it work? Would Anna orchestrate it, like her dream, inviting Bella, Chloe, and Dana to their bed? Or would it spark at a party, music thumping, bodies close, Anna’s knowing gaze urging him on? He pictured Bella straddling him, pussy tight, giggling as Anna watched, moaning. Chloe bent over, pussy bold, taunting him, Anna’s fingers plunging. Dana, legs up, pussy fierce, glaring, Anna cumming. His cock strained, precum dampening his briefs. He crossed his legs, jaw tight. The fantasies felt so real, Anna’s fetish amplifying their pull.

He stood, needing air, and paced to the break room. The coffee machine hissed, colleagues laughed, but Alex’s thoughts churned. Bella’s flirty smirk, pussy tight, teasing. Chloe’s bold challenge, pussy pulsing, daring. Dana’s fierce moans, pussy gripping, commanding. Anna’s dream had been vivid—her on the couch, fingers fucking her cunt, cumming as he fucked them, squirt after squirt, her face coated in his cum. His cock twitched. He poured coffee, hand unsteady. Could he embrace her fetish, fuck her roommates with her watching? The risk was huge—trust, emotions—but the reward was a fantasy fulfilled, his cock buried in tight pussies, Anna’s moans spurring him. He sipped, the burn grounding him. The fantasies were too potent to ignore, Anna’s fetish a key to unlock them.

Back at his desk, he stared at emails, unseeing. Anna’s voice echoed. “I get off watching you fuck other women.” His fantasies unspooled. Bella riding him, pussy tight, Anna’s eyes burning, cumming. Chloe doggy, pussy bold, Anna’s fingers deep, moaning. Dana missionary, pussy fierce, Anna’s squirt soaking couch. He imagined Anna whispering, “Fuck her harder,” pussy dripping. His cock ached. He typed gibberish, deleted it. The fantasies, once private, could be theirs. He could fuck Bella’s playful cunt, Chloe’s bold pussy, Dana’s fierce slit, Anna watching, cumming.

Lunch passed, sandwich uneaten. Bella’s laugh, Chloe’s taunts, Dana’s moans looped. Anna’s dream couch, their pussies tight, her cumming. He pictured it real—his apartment, Anna watching, Bella’s pussy, Chloe’s, Dana’s, her moans. His cock throbbed. He ditched lunch, pacing. Could he do it? Fuck them with Anna’s blessing, her eyes burning, pussy squirting? The reward outweighed the risk. His fantasies aligned with her fetish, a shared desire to explore.

Work dragged, meetings blurred. Bella’s pussy, tight, playful. Chloe’s, bold, pulsing. Dana’s, fierce, gripping. Anna’s moans, fingers deep, cumming. By five, he’d decided. He’d agree to her fetish, fuck her roommates with her knowledge, maybe in front of her, their pleasure shared. The fantasies burned, urging him forward. He left work, drove home, mind racing. His apartment was quiet, shadows deep. He dropped his keys, heart pounding. The decision blazed. He’d fuck Bella, Chloe, Dana, with Anna’s approval, her pussy soaking, maybe watching. He grabbed his phone, dialed Anna. “Come over,” he said, voice low, cock hard, ready to turn fantasy into reality.