Chapter 5

The hallway outside his door was silent.

Only Sara was there.

Mark sat still for a moment, his heart still pounding, his body still aching with unfulfilled desire. He recalled what Sara had said the last time she stood in this very office.

"If you ever need to... relax again, just call me."

He reached for his phone and typed a short message:

Come to my office, please.

Less than a minute later, a soft knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Mark said, his voice steadier than he felt.

Sara stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She was dressed simply, a black skirt, a white blouse, and her hair pulled back. Her eyes scanned his face, reading him instantly.

"Lock the door," he said quietly.

Sara didn't hesitate. She reached behind her, turned the lock, and let out a soft click that seemed to echo in the silence.

She turned back to face him, her eyes steady, Mark saw the flicker of understanding there. She knew what would come next. She had offered. Now he was collecting.

"Sara," he said, his voice low, "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything," she whispered.

Mark took her hand and led her to his desk. "I want you to bend over," he said.

Sara's breath caught, but she didn't argue. Her skirt rode up her thighs.

Mark stared at her for a moment, the curve of her lower back, the roundness of her ass, and the way her legs trembled slightly, like Leo did to Lisa, he thought.

He knelt behind her. His hands reached out and pulled her thong down to her knees, exposing her completely. Her skin was pale, soft, and warm to the touch.

Then he leaned forward, parted her cheeks with his thumbs, and pressed his mouth against her.

Sara gasped and gripped the back of the couch, her knuckles turning white.

Mark's tongue moved slowly at first, then firmer, more demanding. He licked and tasted, exploring a part of a woman he had never touched this way before. Sara's soft moans filled the office, encouraging him, driving him further.

He pressed deeper, his nose buried against her skin, his hands gripping her hips. The sounds she made made his dick throb painfully against his pants.

This is what Leo felt, he thought, his mind spinning. This is what he did to her.

He pulled back for just a moment, his breath hot against her wet skin.

He lowered his mouth again, hungrier than before, eating her ass the way he had watched Leo eat his wife's. And for the first time, he understood the dark thrill, the taste of power, of surrender.

Behind him, on the laptop screen, the video continued to play, Lisa's moans blending with Sara's, two women, two moments, one man caught between them.

Mark closed his eyes and lost himself in the taste.

After several minutes Mark began to push his finger into Lisa's anus , Same as Leo, he prepared her for what was coming next.

Sara was a big-ass woman; she was completely relaxed, and his finger slid easily into her wet anus.

It was the first time Mark had ever fingered a woman’s ass. "She was totally ready to accept his dick," he thought.

Mark lifter Sara’s skirt over her back and guided his hard dick into her anus.

He slowly pushed his dick into Sara's wet ass. She moaned softly, and even though he could feel her anus tighten around his dick, she was completely relaxed. Her ass was so big that she almost didn't feel it.

Sara knew it was a price she had to pay for keeping her job , Mark was using her like a tool to satisfy his needs , but what could she do? After all, she was the one who suggested her assistance any time he needed to relax, and now, she could not back off.

Mark continued to fuck Sara’s ass faster and faster; he was so excited about his first anal sex experience that he was about to cum quickly. He increased his rhythm, fucking Sara faster and harder.

Same as Leo did, Mark pulled his dick halfway out of Sara’s anus and shot his load into her ass. He slowly pulled out his dick, gazing directly at her ass, and as his dick slid out, he could see his cum sliding slowly down over her pussy.

He thought to himself that it was a sight he would never forget.

Mark crashed back on his office chair, exhausted. His shirt was untucked, his hair disheveled, his face flushed. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment, catching his breath.

Sara stood up, lifted her panties, smoothed her dress , and gave him a short, knowing smile. Then she turned and quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.

In her heart, she knew this probably would not be the last time Mark would call on her, and something in Mark's eyes told her he would want more, sooner rather than later.

She walked back to her desk just as the first employees began returning from lunch. No one looked at her twice. No one suspected a thing.

That evening, Mark returned home.

He found Lisa in the living room, curled up on the couch, watching a reality show she didn't really care about. She was still wearing the white robe from that morning, though it was now tied properly, covering everything.

She didn't look up when he walked in.

"Hey," Mark said, dropping his bag by the door.

"Hey," Lisa replied, her eyes still on the screen.

Mark sat down on the other end of the couch. "How was your day?" Lisa asked finally, her voice flat.

Mark shrugged. "Busy. The board meeting is still hanging over everything. Yours?"

Lisa paused. Her fingers picked at a loose thread on the couch cushion.

"Leo came by this morning," she said quietly.

Mark raised an eyebrow, acting surprised. "Oh?"

Lisa turned to look at him for the first time. Her expression was unreadable.

"Another parent's meeting, as you said , It went... fine," she said. "We talked about Jake, about his training."

Mark nodded slowly, his face perfectly neutral. "That's good. Did he seem open to... changing his mind?"

Lisa looked away. "I surely hope so."

Mark looked at her, and somewhere in the darkness of his mind, the next move was already forming.

On the following days, both Leo and Davis visited Lisa's house, neither knowing about the other. Their visits followed an unspoken schedule. Neither man mentioned Lisa to the other. Both hid their private meetings.

Davis assumed the parent meetings were a confidential arrangement between him and Lisa. Leo believed the same. Their meeting with Lisa had an effect on their judgment; they exchanged casual nods at practice and discussed Jake's drills and began to favor him. Mark’s plan was working, but he did not know it yet.

Mark watched every single encounter from his cameras.

He had learned from Leo's first visit that the living room camera, while effective, missed certain angles, especially when Lisa led Leo into the kitchen. So he installed a third camera, small and discreet, hidden inside a decorative lamp on the kitchen. The lens captured every touch and every moment the living room could not see.

Now Mark had full coverage: the living room, the bedroom, and the kitchen. Three angles. Three lenses. An unblinking eye on every corner of his wife's secret life.

After a week and a half Mark saw Lisa was getting more and more comfortable with their meetings. She gave herself to both men without hesitation.

It was time for the next stage. Mark had watched Lisa with Davis. He had watched her with Leo. Separate encounters, separate secrets. But that wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to see her with both men together.

The thought had been growing in his mind for days, dark, twisted, irresistible. He wanted to watch his wife surrender to two men at once. He wanted to see how far she would go when there was no escape, no excuse, for a "parent meeting." He wanted to capture it all on camera.

Mark knew he couldn't ask Leo and Davis directly; they didn't know about each other.

So Mark needed a manipulation. A lie so carefully crafted that neither man would suspect the idea was his own.

Mark remembered what he had told Davis weeks ago: "Lisa has some fantasies she'd want to fulfill, but she's too shy to say out loud. In the future, I might be able to share more with you.”

Now was that future.

The next morning, Mark drove to the gym and found Davis alone in the equipment room, just as before. Davis looked up, surprised to see him.

"Mark, everything okay?"

Mark closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his expression serious and confidential.

"Remember what I told you? About Lisa having some fantasies?"

Davis nodded slowly, his curiosity piqued. "I remember."

Mark sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He said, "Look, Davis." "Now that she's finally free, I have a feeling that Lisa would want to fulfill one of her deepest fantasies," he said, leaving the words hanging in the air to make Davis curious.

“What kind of fantasy?" Davis asked

“A threesome. It might surprise you, but Lisa always had a fantasy for experiencing a threesome with two men at the same time."

Davis's eyes widened. "Two?"

Mark nodded. "It was her fantasy for many years, and now, she had been dropping hints that sometimes one man isn't enough to satisfy her." He let the implication hang. “So I guess if you want to control it, you need to consider it; otherwise she will lose interest in you, same as it was with me."

Davis swallowed hard; he was silent for a long moment as if considering the implications and finally said, "You want me to... find someone?"

Mark shook his head. "It needs to be someone she trusts. Someone she already knows. Someone who won't talk, and you can count on him to keep the secret."

Mark shrugged casually, as if the thought had just occurred to him. "What about Leo? You two work together, and she likes him.

Davis stared at the floor, thinking. Mark could see the wheels turning, the temptation, the excitement, and the curiosity.

"You really think she'd want that?" Davis asked finally.

Mark leaned in and clapped him on the shoulder. "I know she would. She told me. 'Two men who know how to please a woman,' her words, not mine."

Davis let out a slow breath. Then he nodded.

"Okay," Davis said. "You want me to talk with Leo about this?"

"No," Mark replied, shaking his head. "Let me handle it. I'll let you know what happens, but don't mention anything to him yet. Not a word."

Davis nodded, waiting.

Mark continued, his voice calm and reassuring. "Once I understand that he's in, I'll come to your next practice. The three of us will chat for a while, casually, nothing suspicious. Then I'll invite both of you to our house to watch a game together. You guys can take it from there."

He paused and gave Davis a knowing smile.

"Don't worry," Mark added. "I'll find an excuse to disappear and leave you two alone with her."

Davis smiled. "You are a clever guy, you know?" he said.

Mark turned to leave. At the door, he paused.

"Oh, and Davis? Don't ever tell her I told you. She's shy about her fantasies. Let her think it was spontaneous; It'll be more... exciting for her that way.”

"Okay," Davis replied as Mark left the room.

That evening, Mark drove to the gym once again. He knew the routine by now; Davis always left first, and Leo stayed behind to lock up. The narrow window of opportunity was still open.

Mark parked in the same spot around the corner, waited until he saw Davis's taillights disappear down the street, then walked inside.

The gym was dim, illuminated only by the emergency lights and the faint glow from the back office. Mark knocked on the open doorframe.

Leo looked up from his desk, surprised. "Hi Mark, what brings you here at this hour?"

Mark stepped inside and closed the door behind him, just as he had done with Davis. He leaned against the wall, his expression a mix of seriousness and confidentiality.

"I need to talk to you," Mark said quietly. "About Lisa."

Leo's posture shifted. He set down his pen and gave Mark his full attention. "What about her?"

Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair as if the words were difficult to say.

"Lisa has a fantasy she's been carrying for years. And now that you two already know each other, I think it is time that I share it with you."

Leo nodded slowly, waiting.

"She wants to experience a threesome," Mark said, his voice low.

Leo's eyebrows rose, but he didn't look shocked. If anything, he looked intrigued. He had already experienced Lisa's willingness, her openness.

Leo was quiet for a moment. From his perspective, none of this seemed strange. He had assumed for weeks that Mark and Lisa had some kind of open arrangement. Why else would a husband encourage his wife to meet other men alone? In Leo's mind, Mark was simply the husband who couldn't satisfy his wife and had accepted an unconventional solution.

He didn't know about the stories Mark had told Davis. He didn't know that Mark had painted a completely different picture for each man. As far as Leo was concerned, this was just the next logical step in an already unusual situation.

Leo leaned back in his chair. "You mean both of us with Lisa?” he asked.

Same as with Davis, Mark gave the same answer, "No, it needs to be someone different, someone she trusts." Someone she already knows who won't talk, and you can count on him to keep the secret."

Mark shrugged casually, as if the thought had just occurred to him. "What about Davis? You two already work together. She knows him. She likes him."

Leo's eyes narrowed slightly. "Davis?"

Mark nodded. "Think about it. Two coaches. Two men she's already comfortable with. It makes sense, doesn't it?"

Leo thought about this. Leo and Davis had talked about Lisa’s body several times before, and each man kept his own secret, but Leo knew Davis well enough. They were good friends and could trust each other both on and off the court.

"I guess Davis will be interested," Leo replied.

Mark smiled inwardly. Leo had no idea that Davis had already been approached. No idea that both men were being guided like pieces on a chessboard.

"I am sure he would," Mark said. "But here's the thing, Lisa is shy about this. It must be spontaneous."

Leo nodded, understanding. "So what do you need from me?"

"Nothing at the moment; I'll take care of it. I'll let you know what's going on. Don't talk to Davis until I tell you to."

As with Davis , Mark said, "Once I understand that he's in, I'll come to your next practice." The three of us will chat for a while, casually; nothing suspicious. Then I'll invite both of you to our house to watch a game together.”

"Don't worry; I will find an excuse to disappear and you guys can take it from there."

"Sure," Leo said, smiling.

Mark walked out of the gym, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. The night air was cool against his face, but inside, he was burning with anticipation.

“Both men think they're in control," he thought. “Both men think they know the plan. Neither one knows the full picture.”

Three people, each carrying a different version of the truth. And Mark would be watching from his office, cameras rolling, as the collision happened.

He started the engine and drove home, a small, dark smile on his lips.

That evening, Mark sat beside Lisa on the couch and spoke casually.

"I'm going to come home early tomorrow to take Jake to practice," he said. "I thought I'd hang around for a bit and chat with both Leo and Davis. You know, try to get friendly with them, see if I can help promote our son. Maybe on the way, I'll get a better sense of what they're really thinking about Jake's chances."

Lisa nodded, not suspecting anything out of the ordinary. "That sounds like a good idea. It can't hurt to have you more involved."

Mark smiled and kissed her forehead. "That's what I thought."

The next morning, Mark arrived at his office.

He sat down at his desk, opened his laptop, and pulled up his messages. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard as he composed two texts, identical in words but sent to two different men, each believing a completely different story.

"He's on board. I'll come to practice today as we talked about."

He sent the message to Davis first.

Davis responded instantly: "Great. See you there."

Mark smiled and forwarded the same message to Leo.

Leo took about an hour to reply, but when he did, his response was just as eager: "Sounds good. Looking forward to it."

Two men. Two replies. One identical message.

But each man understood it through a completely different lens.

Neither man knew the full truth. Neither man had spoken to the other. Both were walking blindly into Mark's carefully constructed web.

Mark leaned back in his chair and read the two replies again.

Perfect, he thought. They're both exactly where I want them.

He closed his laptop and stood up. The practice wasn't until late afternoon, which gave him plenty of time to prepare his lies, to steady his nerves for the performance ahead.

Mark drove back home from his office to pick up Jake for practice. They arrived together at the gym, and Mark found a seat on the bleachers with the rest of the parents. He smiled and nodded at familiar faces, making small talk while keeping one eye on the court.

As practice began, Mark rose from his seat and walked toward the court where Leo and Davis stood side by side, watching the drills. Both men greeted him warmly each acting exactly as Mark had planned, as if they knew nothing about the other's private meetings with Lisa.

Davis nodded first. "Mark. Good to see you."

Leo followed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Jake's looking sharp today."

Mark fell into easy conversation with them, his tone casual and friendly. They talked about basketball, favorite teams, the playoffs, and the upcoming tournament. They talked about Jake's progress and his strengths.

Leo and Davis praised Jake.

"He's got a real future," Davis said, watching Jake sink a shot from the free-throw line.

Leo nodded enthusiastically. "His talent will take him far. You've raised a good kid, Mark."

Mark smiled, genuinely pleased, not just by their words, but by how smoothly his plan was working.

As the conversation drifted back to basketball, Mark saw his opening.

"You know," he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "there's a big game on Friday night. Lakers. I was thinking..." He paused, looking from Davis to Leo. "Why don't you both come over to my house? We'll watch the game; drinks on me."

Davis's eyes lit up. "That sounds great."

Leo nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm in."

Mark clapped his hands together. "Perfect. I'll make sure the house is quiet. Jake can stay at my parents' place for the night, he loves sleeping over there. So it'll be just us adults."

Mark shook their hands warmly. "Friday at 7 PM. I'll text you the address again just to be sure."

He turned and walked back to the bleachers, his heart pounding with dark excitement.

Friday night, he thought. Both of them. In my house.

He sat down and watched Jake finish practice, already imagining the camera angles, the audio levels, and the moment when both men would be alone with Lisa.

This is going to be amazing, he thought. And I'll have it all on video.

When Mark returned home from practice, Lisa was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She looked up as he walked in, her expression curious.

"So? How did it go?" she asked.

Mark shrugged casually and sat down at the kitchen table. "We chatted generally about basketball, the tournament, that kind of thing."

Mark continued. "But we got friendly. That's the first step, right?" He paused, then added, "Actually, I invited them to come over on Friday night to watch a game. Jake will be at my parents' house."

Lisa's heart skipped a beat. A wave of fear washed over her.

Both of them? In my house? At the same time? she thought

She thought about her encounters with Davis and Leo; with Mark present, someone might say something. Someone might let a secret slip.

Mark didn't know about her meetings with them. At least, that's what she believed.

But she couldn't say anything now. Mark had already invited them. Refusing would look suspicious. Questioning the invitation would raise doubts.

So she swallowed her fear and nodded.

"Okay," she said softly. "Friday night. I'll prepare some food."

Mark smiled and kissed her cheek. "Great. It'll be fun."

He walked out of the kitchen, leaving Lisa standing alone by the stove, her mind racing with anxiety.

Mark took Jake to his parents' house at 4:00 PM on Friday.

When he returned home, Lisa was already busy preparing the house for the evening's visit.

She had cleaned the living room thoroughly and fluffed the cushions on the couch. On the coffee table, she arranged a spread of snacks,bowls of popcorn, mixed nuts, chips with dip, and a small platter of cold cuts and cheese.

The beers were already on the table, lined up neatly in a bucket of ice. A few bottles of soda sat beside them for variety. She had even set out extra glasses and napkins, wanting everything to look effortless and welcoming.

In her bedroom Lisa had changed her outfit three times already. First, a casual pair of jeans and a sweater are too plain. Then, jeans and a different blouse, still not right.

Lisa did not know what to wear. Every option felt wrong for different reasons.

Eventually, she decided to ask Mark.

She found him in the living room, adjusting the cushions on the couch. He looked up as she walked in, still wearing her robe.

"Mark," she said hesitantly, "I don't know what to wear tonight. What do you think?"

His answer surprised her.

Mark set down the cushion and walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Wear something sexy," he said simply.

Lisa blinked. "What?"

Mark shrugged, his tone casual but his eyes serious. "Listen, Lisa. This isn't every day. We have an opportunity here, two men who can affect our son's future. You know how men are. When they look at a sexy woman, they don't think straight. Their judgment gets... clouded."

Lisa's cheeks flushed. "Mark"

He interrupted gently, his hands sliding down to her waist. "You have an amazing body, Lisa. Use it. Wear something that makes them remember you. Something that makes them want to help Jake."

"Are you sure?" she whispered.

Mark nodded. "Positive, this is about Jake's future. And you're the most persuasive person I know." He smiled and added, "Trust me. Wear something sexy."

Lisa stood frozen for a moment, her heart pounding. Then she nodded slowly and walked back to the bedroom.

Lisa stood in front of her open closet, staring at the rows of clothes. Something sexy. Something that would cloud their judgment.

She reached past the everyday dresses and pulled out a fitted black dress she had bought years ago for a New Year's Eve party, short, sleeveless, with a neckline that plunged low in the front and an open back. She had never worn it since. It had always felt too bold.

Now, it felt exactly right.

She slipped it on and examined herself in the mirror. The fabric hugged every curve, her tits pushed up and together and her waist cinched. The hem stopped high above her knees. When she turned, the open back revealed the smooth skin of her spine down to the curve of her lower back.

She added a pair of strappy black heels and left her hair loose, cascading over her bare shoulders.

Then she stood back and looked at her reflection.

She knew one thing: Davis and Leo would not be able to look away.

She walked back to the living room.

Mark was still on the couch. He looked up as she entered.

"Perfect," he said, his voice low. "Absolutely perfect."

Lisa sat down beside him, smoothing the dress over her thighs.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked one last time.

Mark took her hand and squeezed it.

"I've never been more sure," he said.

The doorbell rang at exactly 7:00 PM.

Lisa's heart leaped into her throat.

Mark stood up and walked toward the front door. He paused with his hand on the knob and looked back at her.

"Showtime," he said.

He opened the door.

Davis and Leo stood on the porch together, both dressed casually in jeans, button-down shirts, and nervous smiles. Their eyes immediately found Lisa on the couch, taking in the black dress, the exposed skin, and the curve of her body.

Neither man spoke for a moment.

Mark stepped aside and gestured them in.

"Welcome. "Please, come in," he said warmly.

Davis stepped inside first, his eyes still on Lisa. Leo followed close behind, his gaze traveling down her legs.

Lisa stood up to greet them, her heart pounding, her face calm.

"Thank you both for coming," she said, her voice steady. "Can I get you a beer?"

The night had begun.

And the cameras were watching everything.

They all sat together to watch the game. The pre-game show played on the large screen, but no one was paying close attention. The conversation flowed easily, laughing, joking, and sharing stories about past games and tournament memories. Davis and Leo were in good spirits, the beers loosening them up. Lisa had relaxed as well, her earlier fears slowly fading as the evening felt, for a while, almost normal.

Davis could not stop gazing at Lisa's big cleavage every time she leaned forward to reach for her drink. His eyes kept dropping to the deep V of her black dress, lingering there before snapping back up to her face. Leo, on the other hand, kept looking at her butt every time she walked to the kitchen. His gaze followed the sway of her hips, the way the tight fabric hugged her curves with each step.

Mark smiled to himself. Both men were already lost.

Mark's phone rang from the kitchen counter. He was in the living room, but Lisa was already in the kitchen getting more napkins.

"Mark, your phone!" she called out.

"Can you get it?" he replied casually.

Lisa picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. "It's your mother," she said, then answered. "Hi,... oh, really? Okay, hold on."

She walked into the living room and handed Mark the phone. "There's a leak under their sink. Your father tried to fix it, but it's getting worse."

Mark took the phone and listened for a moment, his expression shifting to concern. "Uh-huh... okay... no, don't do that. I'll come over."

In truth, Mark had already hung up the phone the moment Lisa handed it to him. He was speaking into a dead line, pretending to give instructions to his father. But Lisa couldn't see the screen. Neither could Davis or Leo.

After a few more seconds of convincing acting, Mark ended the call and turned to the group with a frustrated sigh.

"I'm so sorry, everyone," he said, shaking his head. "My parents have an emergency at their house, a bad leak in the kitchen. My father can't fix it on his own. I have to go help them."

Davis nodded. "That's too bad. Go take care of it."

Mark grabbed his jacket and his toolbox from the hall closet, then looked at Davis and Leo. "Enjoy the game," he said and winked at them.

He walked out the front door and closed it behind him.

In his car, parked two blocks away, Mark pulled out his phone and texted his mother.

"Thanks, Mom. You saved me."

It appeared that Mark had asked his mother in advance to call and pretend there was an emergency, to give him a reason to leave the house. He had told her that Lisa was inviting several friends over and he didn't want to spend his evening there. His mother, trusting and unsuspecting, had simply played along, believing she was helping her son avoid an awkward social situation.

Mark sat in the driver's seat, his laptop open on the passenger side. The screen showed three live feeds: living room, kitchen, and bedroom. He had already checked all the angles.

Lisa stood alone in the living room with Davis and Leo.

The reality settled over her slowly, heavily. Mark's parents lived an hour away. An hour there, an hour back, plus whatever time it took to fix the leak. She understood immediately that he would be gone for several hours.

Davis looked at her with a knowing smile. Leo leaned back on the couch, his eyes traveling down her body without hiding it anymore.

"Guess it's just the three of us now," Davis said, his voice low.

Lisa swallowed hard. Her heart pounded in her chest. She was alone with both of them. No Mark. No Jake. No excuse.

She sat back down on the couch, between them this time, because there was nowhere else to sit. Her thighs pressed against Davis on one side, Leo on the other.

The game began on the screen, with bright colors and a roaring crowd, but no one was watching.

Davis placed his hand on her bare knee. Leo's fingers brushed against her lower back, where the open-back dress left her skin exposed.

Lisa's breath caught.

This is happening, she thought. This is really happening.

She didn't pull away.

In his car , Mark watched as Davis's hand moved higher up Lisa's thigh. He watched as Leo leaned closer to her, whispering something in her ear.

He zoomed the AI camera in and out.

Perfect, he thought. Now let's see what happens when they both think they have her alone.