It's Canada Day Eve, and the neighborhood is quiet with a light drizzle falling, leaving the streets wet and glistening under the streetlights, the faint smell of barbecues lingering from earlier in the day. Dan and I had a low-key night planned at home, but our "cheating" game always finds a way to escalate—it's our consensual thrill, a shared secret that keeps the spark alive. I invited Trisyan* over earlier; he's that easygoing guy from our friend group with the strong hands and a smile that lingers. We drove back together from the city in his car, chatting about the holiday lull and the unexpected rain, his hand brushing my thigh at stoplights, building that subtle tension that had me getting wet just from the anticipation.
When we arrived at the house, the ground was damp underfoot from the drizzles, and I knew Dan was inside, probably in the living room pretending not to notice. Instead of heading through the front door, I guided Trisyan to the outside basement entrance—that tucked-away door on the side of the house, still a bit slick from the rain. "Let's head down here for a bit," I said, my voice casual but my pulse quickening. He followed me down the steps into the dimly lit space, the cool, damp air wrapping around us as we entered. The basement is nothing fancy but it's comfortable space with a guest room which we entered into together while keeping the door slightly open.
Trisyan turned to me, his eyes tracing my body in that understated way. I'm wearing my favorite jeans and a simple tank top, no bra, so my nipples are visible through the fabric. "You sure Dan's okay with this?" he asked quietly, like he was checking in. I laughed softly, stepping closer. "He knows the deal. It's our thing." His hands settled on my waist, pulling me in, and I felt that rush—excitement mixed with trust. I glanced at the door, aware that Dan could sneak down from inside and watch through the crack, maybe stroking himself in the shadows. The idea made my pussy throb with need.
I then heard the footstpes from above and knew Dan would be watching us! I kissed him first, slow and deep, tasting the coffee from our drive. His hands slipped under my tank top, cupping my breasts and teasing my hard nipples as I moaned softly. "Fuck, that feels good," I whispered, keeping it real and breathless. We moved to the couch, and I helped him out of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his chest. I unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock, which was already thickening in my hand. Stroking him slowly, I could feel Dan outside the door and I felt his eyes on my entire body.
Trisyan pushed me back onto the cushions, sliding off my jeans and panties, his fingers exploring my slick folds. "You're so wet already," he murmured, easing one finger inside me, then another, pumping with a steady rhythm. I spread my legs wider, letting him take the lead while staying attuned to the door—Dan had to be listening, perhaps touching himself to the sounds. "Don't stop," I urged, my hips moving against his hand. When I couldn't hold back, I guided him inside me, feeling his thick cock fill me in that satisfying, familiar way. We fucked at a natural pace, then harder, the couch creaking as I wrapped my legs around him. "Yes, just like that," I gasped, knowing Dan was likely out there, jerking off to our rhythm.
It didn't take long for me to cum, my pussy tightening around him as the pleasure hit, raw and intense. Trisyan followed shortly after, releasing inside me, and we lay there afterward, breathing heavily with the rain still whispering outside. I smiled to myself, thinking about Dan finishing up his own way. It's our dynamic shared kink, and it always leaves me craving more!
