An unseen factor

"You want join? Together?" the man asks. It's a pretty audacious request by the man and you would have already activated 1 of your magic rings to take care of him, if it weren't for his polite demeanor.

"What?! No! I mean, no. She's not- I- No, we're good-" you stammer, not quite sure how to handle the situation. Of all the unusual circumstances you've found yourself in after coming into possession of the magic rings, this is new and bizarre. You're also not sure if you admire or are bewildered by this man, who must have sky high confidence to ask to join in with another couple that he had never met and previously had only heard through the wall.

You're about to attempt to shut the door in the man's face again, when you hear a feminine giggle. As if things couldn't get weirder, the giggle is not coming from behind you from Layla. The man must have seen the puzzled look on your face, and he steps slightly to the side, although still with his hand on the door to prevent you from closing it, to allow you a view into his hotel room. It's an exact mirror image of the room you're standing in except that instead of Layla, there's a different naked lady on the opposing bed.

The woman is absolutely stunning and you recognize her instantly. She has long dark hair, a slim figure and the most perfect breasts you've ever seen on a woman her size, except this is the first time you're seeing them in person. The other times have all been on a computer screen, often while you were jacking off, because the woman is 1 of your favorite pornstars named Little Caprice. Similar to how Layla responded to the man, Little Caprice smiles and waves at you. You wave back, then look back at the man in front of you, paying particular attention to his face, now realizing that you've seen him before. Many times, in fact, although usually your attention is on the woman in the porn video, not the man.

"You're- you're-"

Little Caprice grins and nods. "You know me! Yes, I'm Little Caprice! You can call me Caprice. That is Marcello, my husband. We're from Czech Republic." Her accent is similar to her husband's, although her English seems much more fluent. You and Marcello awkwardly shake hands, and you let go of the door, starting to relax and no longer feeling threatened and the need to shut the door. You're surprised when a hand extends from behind you to shake Marcello's hand too, and you see that Layla has gotten off the bed to get a better look at what's happening. Her heels are gone and she has abandoned 1 of the pillows, using just 1 to barely cover her front.

"Hi, I'm Layla! This is John," the presenter introduces you 2 with much pleasantness. She then nudges you with an elbow. "You know her?" Layla clearly doesn't watch nearly as much porn as you do.

"Uh, yes. She's a... actress. Him too."

"Oh, actors? I'm so sorry!" Layla apologizes to Caprice and Marcello. "I'm so sorry, I'm not very good at keeping up with culture sometimes. What might I have seen you 2 in?"

Caprice and Marcello exchange looks and they laugh, before the woman on the bed answers on behalf of them. "We do porn. My husband and I. And with other people too."

Layla's mouth is agape for a few seconds as she processes the information. She's still smiling and you notice her cheeks are flushed, although it's unclear if she's blushing from the news or if it's from earlier when you were pounding her pussy. "Oh," she utters after a while.

"Yes, yes," Marcello says. He points at Layla and makes an hourglass motion with his hands. "You are beautiful. And you," he motions at you and looks at Caprice, who smiles and nods to him, and he gives you an approving 2 thumbs up. "So, you want? Together?" Marcello asks, pointing at himself, then Caprice, then you and Layla, before making a circular motion with his hands. If the question was if you wanted to fuck Caprice, it would have been a no-brainer. However, this involves Marcello and Layla too, so you look at Layla, waiting for her to say something.