It was that next Friday night and Maddy and I were snuggling on the couch together getting stoned. Such was our preferred method of stay-in style weekends. We'd gone out a number of times throughout the week. We specifically wanted to talk in public about our crazy new obsession with Tom.
We'd spent that whole week having all sorts of amazing sex. We'd been riding the insane high of our first threesome with our sexy neighbor and his specific way with us.
Maddy and I had both submitted to him in ways we hadn't expected. We'd called him Daddy. We'd cum harder than we'd ever cum before...with him in control. It was a brand new feeling to be reckoned with.
We couldn't get him off of our minds. We used him in all of our sex talk. We came fantasizing about what he was going to do to us next. Or where we would possibly go with this. It was the best sex of our lives. His cock became the absolute totem of our sexual proclivity.
We had just settled in to watch a dumb comedy when my phone screen lit up with a text alert.
It as from Tom.
I looked at the phone and Maddy could see who it was from. She instantly popped up beside me from where she had been lounging, clad in comfy, booty shorts and a small gray t-shirt. She always looked cute.
"Oh fuck...he's texting us." I had to goofily laugh. I'd never seen her so instantly excited during our entire time together. It was both thrilling and hilarious to watch her this pumped up by something.
She slapped my knee excitedly.
I opened up the thread and felt my own pulse quicken. We both knew what we hoped it would say.
The text read:
"Would Daddy's sluts like to service two, big cocks tomorrow night? I told my friend Eric all about you two, and he said he'd love to see if you really live up to your reputation. He doesn't believe that I met a COCK-hungry couple living right down the hall from me in this very building."
"OH. MY. GODDDD." Maddy intoned as she looked at me. Her hand clutched at my leg as she squirmed.
"Yeah. Wow. Fuck." I responded. I was getting hard already in my sweats as I read and re-read the text. He was offering us up as his toys.
We both looked at each other for a moment, as if daring the other person to speak first.
"Sooo...?" She asked finally, a clear intention in her curved tongue.
"Sooo..." I responded, even as I felt an inescapable smile rising up inside to match her demeanor.
"Does that sound sexy to you, baby?" She asked me, and her hand moved up to fondle my cock. "Would you wanna do something that naughty with your own wife?"
I was fully hard. I wasn't even going to pretend to defer here. It DID sound hot to me. I couldn't believe how hot it sounded. It was also just the way that he spoke to us. Calling us his sluts. Telling his friends about us. That was hot to me too. He liked fucking us.
"Yeah, I'm really turned on right now," I responded to her.
"So we would get to be slutty...for TWO, big cocks, baby," she kissed me when she said this, and now she sat up to side straddle one leg. I was already very hard and she was saying all the right things again.
"Yeah, fuuuuuck. Can you imagine how many dirty things we could do?" I said to her now, my hand pushing beneath her shorts to rub her slit. She was wet. She moaned softly.
"Text him back and tell him that we are totally free and would LOVE to be good little sluts for him." She bit my ear when she said this, and I felt her grinding on my hand as I slipped my fingers inside her tight pussy.
I texted Tom back quickly and the date was set.
"7:00 PM, tomorrow. I want you both to take three shots back-to-back and smoke a bowl right before you come over. I want you both to feel tipsy and loosened up. I want Maddy to wear her most revealing skirt and her sluttiest underwear, and I want Bobby to wear the gift I left outside your door. You have to both understand...once you walk inside my apartment, you will both instantly be my sluts for the night, and you'll do whatever I tell you to do, yes?"
I looked at Maddy as I read his text aloud. She was breathing lighter as I got through each word. I could see her chest filling with excitement.
"Yes, Daddy." I said as I typed out the text back to him while staring at Maddy, and sent it; though I instantly wondered what he meant by "gift." Maddy was way ahead of me. She had bounded up from our couch to the front door to find a simple, black package that had been left there. She scooped it up and brought it back over to us on the couch. We turned on a lamp on the nearby side table and she urged me on.
I slowly undid the box which had been tied with a black rope, and then pulled open the leaves to find black tissue paper inside. I pulled out a tiny, piece of fabric. It was burgundy and lacy...when I held it open Maddy gasped.