Preparations

"Okay, how long did Eliza say she'll be?" Phoebe wants to know.

"I didn't ask, but she told me would leave right away" her husband informs her.

"Nice and obedient already" Phoebe notes with a satisfied smile "I reckon we have forty five minutes maximum to decide how we want to do this. I think I should get dressed first. It will be hotter if you make us both strip together once she is here, or better still make me strip first so she knows what is coming and then make her do it"

Phoebe looks at you pointedly, waiting for the penny to drop.

"Oh, of course...Phoebe, you can get dressed again"

"Why thank you, kind sir!" she beams at you excitedly as she begins to redress, still plotting out loud as she does "I think we should act like neither of you have met me before today. You are the pair of evil geniuses who have discovered and researched this curse and Eliza and I have both been brought here as your helpless victims. She is Stephen's.." she then turns and winks at you "And I'm yours"

You nod vigorously, delighted with how this is all now playing out while also wondering if you are going to get a say in any of it at any point. Phoebe is way more of a live wire than you had anticipated when you chose her and is not even trying to hide the fact she is running the show now. The next thing she looks over in your direction and says completely floors you.

"So presumably you're planning to fuck me, right?"

Something about how casually she makes that enquiry, combined with the fact that her husband is right there in the room, catches you off guard, and you fail to answer.

"I mean, I'm assuming you are, seeing as you have come all the way down here to activate my curse?" she continues unabashed.

You sheepishly nod that, yes, that was and still is your plan.

"Perfect, and you're probably going to want a threesome with Eliza, boys will be boys after all, but I expect you don't want Stephen to be physically involved when we get intimate, have I got that right?"

Again, you can only nod in agreement.

"As it happens I'd really quite like to fuck Eliza too, and my husband is more of a watcher than a doer, so this all works out quite nicely for everyone doesn't it?" Phoebe continues "If it isn't too much trouble, as a favour to me, it would be great if you could give me a few commands to enhance my pleasure - let me cum harder, climax longer, experience multiple orgasms, that kind of thing. In return, I don't typically squirt, but if that is something you would like to see, I don't mind at all if you make it so I do it very naturally now"

"I would like to see that" you can't help but admit, before guiltily adding "Sorry Stephen"

"Okay, it sounds like we are getting somewhere. Now do we need anything from the shops? I've still got time to nip down to the high street?" Phoebe carries on with her planning.

"Like what?" you ask.

"Whipped cream, ice cubes, blindfolds... I don't know, this is supposed to be your fantasy threesome, not mine! Honestly, you men are all so bloody useless when it comes to organising anything!"

Phoebe then walks over and gives you another affectionate peck, on the lips rather than the cheek this time, to let you know she was kidding, and strokes your arm fondly.

"Thanks again for picking me, this is all so exciting! And what you and I are going to do together with this curse will be incredible, I promise you. I have so many ideas already, and I really want us to use our imaginations and push the limits with it. But tonight is all about us having fun, and me showing you that you chose the right person"

In this moment, you still feel like you did. Phoebe just isn't at all how you thought she was going to be. And, with her at the wheel now, you really have no idea where this is all going.