"I won't be... intruding on someone else's private life?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of caution and desire.
"It was actually their idea," I clarified. Sarki caught my eye and offered a knowing, wicked smile; she had clearly picked up onthe frequency of our conversation. "We can head back to my suite and see where the night takes us."
"I’m bringing a couple of bottles of this champagne with me," Elisa declared with a grin, as Vanessa signaled the waiter for the check.
"Wait, you actually want to sleep with me?" Sarki asked with a drunken laugh, feigning a look of pure disbelief. "With Elisa, I get it. She’s far too hot to resist..."
She earned a playful slap on the shoulder for that, but the humor didn't break the tension. I watched as Elisa’s gaze traveled from Vanessa back to me, her eyes lingering with a heavy, wordless promise.
"No, you and Sarki. Are we clear?" Elisa clarified with a smirk. I nodded, and she offered a satisfied smile. Sarki caught my eye, her expression knowing and playful.
"That’s only because she secretly wanted to marry both of us," Sarki joked, making Vanessa laugh. I handled my half of the bill and slid the card reader over to Sarki, who took care of the rest.
As we stood to leave, I caught Elisa whispering something low and hushed into Vanessa’s ear. Once we were in the car, I took the front seat, leaving the three of them in the back. I couldn't see them directly, but the sounds were unmistakable—the soft rustle of silk, the intake of breath as Sarki kissed Vanessa, followed shortly by Elisa doing the same.
The driver caught my eye in the rearview mirror, offering a knowing grin. "Looks like it’s going to be quite a night," he remarked.
"The best," I agreed, returning the smile.
I fired off a quick text to Kelsey, trying to summarize the chaotic, beautiful energy of the moment. After two messages of pure laughter, she sent an audio file. "Turn up the volume," she texted.
I hit play, and Kelsey’s voice filled the car, smooth and commanding:"Hello, Sarki. Elisa. Take good care of my girls tonight. We really must all meet as soon as possible. Merry Christmas."
In unison, the three of them shouted back their holiday wishes, then went right back to their whispered exchanges and shared kisses. I stayed on my phone for a final moment with Kels. She sent one last photo, she was standing in a vast, opulent room that looked hauntingly empty without her presence.
K. Calama:"I’ll see you in three days."
We spilled out of the elevator and into the suite like a hurricane of laughter. The second the door clicked shut, Vanessa was already popping the cork of the champagne in the foyer. She took a long, unrefined swig straight from the bottle before pressing it into my hands. I followed her lead, the cold bubbles sharp against my throat, and passed it along to Elisa and Sarki.
I was more than tipsy—I was dangerously relaxed. I started a random playlist, but Vanessa immediately snatched my phone, replacing it with something dark, slow, and heavy with bass. With Sarki’s help, she reached for the zipper of her own dress. As the silk slid away, she climbed onto the sofa, and I found myself completely mesmerized by the sight of her.
She was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black panties.
Elisa stepped toward me, her lips parting as if she were about to say something, but I was too far gone to wait. I closed the distance, kissing her with a frantic intensity that she immediately returned. In that moment, the fact that she was married to my best friend didn't matter. The lines hadn't just been blurred; they had been erased.
We were both drowning in it. As I moved to her neck, I caught a glimpse over my shoulder: Vanessa was perched on the edge of the sofa while Sarki, having discarded her shirt, was already between her legs.
I fumbled blindly for the zipper on Elisa’s dress, but my patience snapped. I gave up on the hardware and simply hiked the fabric up, pinning her against the wall. She let out a low, muffled moan at the impact, her eyes fluttering shut before she opened them to offer me a challenging smile.
"This damn thing won't come off," I growled against her lips, still clawing for the zipper.
She turned, pressing her front against the wall and arching her back to give me better access. I finally found the pull, and the moment the tension gave way, the dress pooled at her feet. I froze for a split second, taking in the sight of her in lace thigh-high stockings.
"Damn it, Elisa," I breathed, the air leaving my lungs.
Elisa let out a sharp moan the moment my hand found her—she was burning up, slick and ready. The room was already filled with a chorus of ragged breaths and cries, and at this point, it was impossible to tell whose was whose. She turned back to me, biting my lower lip with a desperate hunger before stalkingacross the room, wearing nothing but her high heels, toward the sofa where Sarki was still buried between Vanessa’s legs.
"On your knees, Sarki," Elisa commanded, and her wife obeyed without a second's hesitation. I pulled my dress over my head, discarding it as I watched Sarki’s trousers being tugged down to her ankles. Elisa moved behind her, her fingers finding their way inside her wife while her eyes remained fixed on Vanessa, who was watching the whole scene with a dark, wicked grin directed straight at me.
I moved toward Elisa, my blood humming with adrenaline. I grabbed a handful of her hair, not gently, and pulled her back until her heat pressed firmly against my hips. She arched her spine, throwing her head back against my shoulder as she whispered, "I've wanted this for so long... God, you’re so hot, Megs."
I didn't make her wait. I slid my fingers through her dampness, penetrating her deeply with two fingers. She cried out, a loud, unrestrained sound that mingled with the others, as the scent of expensive champagne and the salt of our shared sweat filled the air of the suite.
Vanessa is the first to come, and soon after, she gets up and tells Sarki to kiss her wife. She does as she's told, and I see Vanessa sit down with her legs spread and start masturbating while watching us.
I get up and make them stand with me. Sarki pulls Elisa toward her when she sees that her pussy is no longer filled with my fingers.
"Bed," Elisa says breathlessly when she breaks the kiss with Sarki and looks at me over her shoulder. They walk to the bedand I stop in front of Vanessa, reach out my hand, and she takes it to get up. I hold out the bottle of sparkling wine after taking a sip and she repeats the gesture. As soon as she sits down in the armchair in the bedroom, she opens her legs for me and pours a little sparkling wine on her clitoris.
