A Fashion Show

"Yeah," Kylie said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I found this new lingerie store, and I got us all matching sets." She held up a black lace thong and bra set, the fabric so sheer it left little to the imagination. "I figured we could have a little fashion show tonight, maybe play some games."

Payton's mind raced. She had never expected this from Kylie, who had always maintained a strictly monogamous relationship with Dan. Yet here they were, sipping champagne and casually discussing a threesome. It was like a scene out of one of the steamy novels she had secretly devoured in the privacy of her own bedroom. The thought of sharing Dan with her friend was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart. "I... I don't know," she whispered to Kylie, her voice quivering slightly. She felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, the wind threatening to push her over. The anticipation of what might happen next was almost unbearable.

Kylie's eyes searched hers, a hint of understanding flickering in her gaze. "It's just a bit of fun, Payton," she said gently, her voice a soothing balm. "You know how I love to spice things up."

Payton's cheeks flushed deeper at the question, her mind racing with the implications. She took a deep breath, her eyes flickering to Dan, who was watching the exchange with a knowing smile. "Well, I've never... you know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kylie leaned in conspiratorially, her eyes gleaming. "Never say never," she said with a wink. "But to be honest, we've talked about it. It's just never been the right time or the right person." She took a sip of her champagne, her gaze lingering on Payton's. "But you know, sometimes the universe has a way of bringing people together."

Dan's hand slid along Payton's thigh under the water, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She felt his eyes on her, watching her reaction. The idea of being with both of them was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. But the way Kylie spoke, with such casual acceptance, made it seem almost... normal.

As they sipped their champagne and munched on the decadent strawberries, Payton's thoughts strayed to the lingerie. She couldn't help but imagine herself wearing the sheer black set, flaunting herself before both of them. Yet, all she truly craved was Dan, all to herself. The memory of his cock inside her was still fresh, and she longed for the feeling of his undivided attention.

The tension grew as the afternoon bled into evening, the sun casting a warm, golden glow over their bodies. The conversation remained light, filled with laughter and shared stories, but the air was charged with a sexual current that was impossible to ignore. Dan's hand found its way to Payton's leg under the guise of innocence, his fingers tracing patterns that sent shivers down her spine.

Kylie noticed the exchange, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had suspected there was something between her husband and her friend, something more than just friendly banter. It was the way they looked at each other, the way their eyes lingered a moment too long, the subtle touches that spoke of a deeper connection. And yet, instead of anger or jealousy, she felt a thrill, a sense of excitement that made her own body respond.

As Payton's eyes met hers, she raised an eyebrow, the question clear in her gaze. Payton felt her cheeks heat up, aware that she had been caught, but she didn't pull away from Dan's touch. Instead, she took a deep breath and leaned into it, allowing the current of desire to flow between them.