Broaden Ava Kinks further(Threesome route, Alina)

You decide to shop with Ava and bring up this scenario at the dress shop. "Ava," you say, your voice a low murmur as you help her zip up a slinky, dark number that clings to every curve. "What if that masquerade wasn't just about us? What if it was about adding someone to the fantasy."

The silk dress whispers as you pull the zipper up, the sound a soft, intimate rasp against your knuckles. Your hands linger on the smooth curve of Ava's back. In the harsh, revealing light of the boutique's dressing room, she looks magnificent. The green fabric makes her skin glow, a stark contrast to the tired woman in gardening clothes from yesterday.

"Ava," you say, your voice a low murmur, a caress in itself. "What if this ball wasn't just for us?"

Her posture tightens almost imperceptibly. You can see the faint reflection of her face in the mirror, her brows drawn slightly in confusion. "What do you mean? It's for the family. Kyler's so excited."

"For Kyler," you agree, letting your hands slide from her waist to her hips, pulling her back gently against you. Your chin rests on her shoulder, your lips close to her ear. "And for us. But what if... for us... it was about more? What if we added to our little collection?"

Your breath is warm against her skin. You feel the shiver that runs through her. It's not a shiver of cold. This is a path you've walked together before, a dangerous, thrilling path that started with talk and ended with Peta's breathless laughter in your guest room.

"John," she whispers, but there's no admonition in it, only a question. Her eyes are fixed on your reflection, dark and wide.

"We've talked about her," you continue, your voice dropping lower, planting the seed you've both been watering for weeks. "You've seen the way she looks at him. At me. At us."

You don't have to say the name. The name hangs in the air between you, shimmering with possibility and heat. Alina. The new addition to this private game you and Ava play, the game that started with Peta's willing participation and now wants a new player. Alina, with her body made for sin and that hunger in her eyes. Jason's girlfriend. You needed the little power trip of stealing your son girlfriend and making her your personal slut.

Ava's breathing changes, becomes shallower. She turns in your arms, the rustle of the expensive fabric loud in the small space. Her hands come up to rest on your chest. She searches your face, and you let her see it all the hunger, the confidence, the dark, predatory gleam. She knows this look. It's the one that makes her weak.

"And... Peta?" Ava asks, her voice barely audible. The unspoken question is loud. Are we replacing her? Or adding to the set?

"Peta is for the quiet afternoons," you murmur, your thumb stroking her cheek. "This... Alina... she's for the masquerade. For the public fantasy. A new piece for our board. Just for one night. Unless we want more." You lean in, your lips almost brushing hers. "Imagine it, Ava. The three of us. You and me, and her. All those masks, all that anonymity. We could be anyone. Seducing Alina and having fun with her."

The fantasy blooms between you, vivid and intoxicating. You see it in her eyes before she says it, the way the last of her resistance melts away, replaced by that familiar, dark curiosity that she shares only with you. She bites her lower lip, a small, involuntary gesture of submission and agreement.

"Okay," she breathes out, the word a surrender. "Okay. But I pick how we fuck her."

You grin, a slow, triumphant stretch of your lips. Victory. The green dress is forgotten. You've found something far more thrilling to wear for the night. Your hands tighten on her hips.

"Deal," you say, and then you kiss her, a hard, possessive kiss that seals the pact. When you pull back, her eyes are glazed. "We'll seduce her at the party. The dress... we can just get the green one. We have more important shopping to do now."

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