After two weeks of being with Ella, I had gotten used to sleeping over at her place and waking up to an orgy or a party; usually both. We had an open relationship, meaning I didn't care if she slept with others, but she still had to make time of me, so if she was a part of an orgy, I didn't mind. I probably would join in. Though, it would always be women at the parties, never men. I knew Ella was bisexual, so I knew that she had men over before I came along.
One evening, I walked in Ella's home to see he being fucked, by a dark haired man, on the kitchen counter. She was enjoying it, too, which somewhat hurt. It looked like she enjoyed it more than being with me. With my great timing, the two came and finished up. The boy left to a different room, and I never saw his face.
Ella walked over, pulling down her dress and playing with her fresh-fucked hair. "My, oh, my." She licked her lips. "You haven't met Neo, have you? Holy shit, he's a good fuck. I think I should leave you two alone and let you see what develops. How about it?"
I was shaking my head violently. "I don't even know him- and he's completely naked!" But damn, that ass is fine. No! You love Ella. Ella. Ella... Neo, please.
Ella pouted. "Please, Immy. I can watch if you want!" She added excitedly.
To see her so happy, I agreed to one. "You leave, if it works, then you can watch next time." I smiled as she flung her arms around me. "He's such a good fuck, believe me. And he- oh, just... yeah." She looked me up and down. "Are you sure you're ready?"
I nodded. "Go ahead, now, Ella. I'll call you when you can come back."
"Oh, I'll cum alright." She winked, laughing along with me, pecked me on the cheek, and locked the front door behind her.