Setting the Stage

Alex sat on the edge of Anna’s bed, the soft glow of her bedside lamp illuminating the room’s cluttered desk and tangled sheets. Anna perched cross-legged beside him, auburn hair loose, green eyes gleaming with anticipation, her tight tank top and shorts accentuating her curves. Her pussy tingled with the thrill of their cuckqueen fetish plan: Alex fucking Bella’s playful pussy tomorrow, Friday, on the kitchen island with Anna watching from the pantry; Chloe’s bold cunt on Saturday in Alex’s bedroom, Anna hidden in the closet; and Dana’s fierce slit on Sunday on the living room couch, Anna behind the curtains. Each roommate would believe Alex was cheating, unaware Anna knew and craved it. Alex held six tickets in his hand—two for each of three events—fanning them out with a sly grin. His cock stirred, their strategy, honed through texts all day, ready to ensure one roommate stayed behind each night for his seduction at the planned locations. Anna’s pussy pulsed, eager to set the trap.

“These are perfect,” Anna said, her voice low and charged, fingers brushing Alex’s as she took a ticket, eyes scanning it. “How’d you pick them?” Alex leaned closer, thigh pressing hers, cock twitching. “I chose events they’d hate, one for each,” he said, voice rough. “Two go, one stays, setting up Bella’s pussy for Friday, Chloe’s for Saturday, Dana’s for Sunday.” Anna’s pussy throbbed, imagining Alex’s cock in each, her moans echoing as she watched, cumming. “Break it down,” she urged, hand on his knee, squeezing. “How do we make it happen?”

Alex spread the tickets on the bed. “Friday night, two tickets to a modern dance performance, artsy, high-energy. Chloe loves that creative shit, Dana’s intense enough to try it, but Bella hates dance—says it’s pretentious, boring. Bella stays, Chloe and Dana go to the theater.” Anna’s pussy pulsed, picturing Bella alone in the kitchen, Alex fucking her, her in the pantry, squirting. “Smart move,” she said, voice husky. “Bella’s too playful for dance. She’ll skip it, leaving her pussy for you on the island. How do we pitch it?”

Alex’s hand slid to her thigh, squeezing. “We say I got the tickets for us, but I’m slammed with work, and you’ve got exams, need to study at the library. You offer the tickets, say it’s a shame to waste them. Chloe’s bold—she’ll go for the vibe. Dana’s intense—she’ll see it as a challenge. Bella’ll roll her eyes, stay here, ready for me to fuck her tight pussy.” Anna’s pussy gushed, moan soft. “Perfect. I’ll act bummed, make it seem generous. You’ll fuck Bella’s playful pussy, me watching, cumming.”

He moved to the next tickets. “Saturday night, two passes to a wine-tasting event, classy, slow-paced. Bella’s flirty—she’d charm her way through, Dana’s intense—she’d treat it like a test, but Chloe hates wine tastings—calls them snobby, dull. Chloe stays, Bella and Dana go.” Anna’s pussy throbbed, imagining Chloe alone at Alex’s place, him fucking her bold pussy, her in the closet, cumming. “Chloe’s too bold for that stuff,” she said, fingers trailing his arm. “She’ll pass, leaving her pussy for you in your bedroom. How do we sell it?”

Alex’s cock hardened, hand inching higher, brushing her pussy through shorts. “Same story—tickets for us, but I’m working, you’re studying. You push them as a sophisticated night out. Bella’s flirty—she’ll go for the fun. Dana’s intense—she’ll take it seriously. Chloe’ll scoff, stay behind, pussy ready for me to take her.” Anna’s pussy pulsed, moan sharp. “Fuck, yes. I’ll hype the event, get them out. You’ll fuck Chloe’s bold pussy, me watching, squirting.”

He held the final tickets. “Sunday night, two tickets to a rom-com movie marathon at the theater. Bella loves that sappy shit, Chloe’s game for anything, but Dana hates rom-coms—says they’re mushy, fake. Dana stays, Bella and Chloe go.” Anna’s pussy clenched, picturing Dana alone in the living room, Alex fucking her fierce pussy, her behind curtains, cumming. “Dana’s too intense for that fluff,” she said, hand squeezing his cock through jeans. “She’ll ditch it, leaving her pussy for you on the couch. How do we push it?”

Alex groaned, cock straining. “Stick to the script—tickets for us, but I’m at work, you’re at the library. You sell it as a fun night out, perfect for Bella’s flirty vibe, Chloe’s boldness. Dana’ll grimace, stay here, pussy ready for me to fuck, you watching.” Anna’s pussy throbbed, moan loud. “I’ll play it up, get Bella and Chloe out. You’ll fuck Dana’s fierce pussy, me behind curtains, squirting.”

They leaned in, lips brushing, pussy and cock aching, plan locked in. “We tell them now,” Alex said, voice low. “Get it rolling.” Anna nodded, kissing him, tongue flicking. “Let’s do it,” she whispered, pussy dripping. They dressed—Anna’s dress smoothed, Alex’s shirt buttoned—and headed downstairs. Bella, Chloe, and Dana lounged in the living room, drinks in hand, eyes curious as Alex and Anna joined them.

“Hey, girls,” Anna said, voice casual, sitting on the couch, Alex beside her. “Alex got us tickets for some cool events, but he’s swamped with work, and I’ve got exams, need to hit the library.” She fanned the tickets, smiling. “Hate to waste them. Who’s in?” Bella’s flirty eyes lit up, leaning forward. “What’s up?” Chloe smirked, bold, sipping her drink. Dana’s intense gaze sharpened, intrigued.

“Friday, modern dance performance, high-energy,” Anna said, voice bright. Chloe grinned, bold. “I’m in.” Dana nodded, intense. “Sounds challenging.” Bella wrinkled her nose, flirty. “Lame. I’m out.” Anna’s pussy tingled, plan set. “Saturday, wine-tasting event, classy,” she continued. Bella bounced, flirty. “Yes, please!” Dana tilted her head, intense. “I’ll go.” Chloe snorted, bold. “Snobby. Pass.” Anna’s pussy pulsed, two down. “Sunday, rom-com marathon at the theater,” she finished. Bella squealed, flirty. “Totally in!” Chloe shrugged, bold. “Sure, why not?” Dana scoffed, intense. “Too soft. I’m staying.”

Alex smirked, cock twitching, plan sealed. “Enjoy, ladies,” he said, standing. “Gotta head home, work’s calling.” Anna walked him out, pussy wet, whispering, “It’s perfect.” He kissed her, quick, cock hard, and left. The girls grabbed the tickets, chattering, and headed upstairs, pussies tingling from Alex’s flirty texts, unaware of the trap. Anna watched, pussy soaked, as Bella, Chloe, and Dana vanished to their rooms, the kinky plan locked, Alex back at his house, ready for Friday.