The glossy photograph landed on the coffee table with a soft slap. Six women, from the neck down, stared back at Jay. Well, the backs of them, anyway.“Okay, hotshot,” Lilly said, her hazel eyes sparkling with a secret amusement. She perched on the arm of the sofa next to him, her petite, athletic frame leaning into his side. “Rank ‘em. Who has the sexiest body?”Megan, their brunette friend, lounged in the adjacent armchair, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, Jay. Give us your honest professional opinion.” Her tone was a little too innocent.Jay chuckled, picking up the photo. “A test? Really?” He studied the six anonymous forms. Different heights, different shapes, all feminine and alluring in their own right. His eyes lingered on two. One was a vision of compact, powerful grace—a narrow waist that flared into strong, perfectly sculpted hips and a firm, round ass that looked like it was made to be gripped. The sort of body that could pin him to a wall and have him thanking her for it.The other was all lush, feminine curves. Softer, with hips that promised a delicious handful and an ass that was a masterpiece of generous, inviting perfection. A body that screamed comfort and decadent sin in equal measure.He pointed to the first. “This one. No question. That athletic build is just… fuck. Powerful. Sexy as hell.” His finger then moved to the second. “And this one. God, those curves. That’s a ‘stay in bed all Sunday’ kind of body right there.”He set the photo down, a confident smirk on his face. “Those two. Hands down. The others are nice, but those are the ones I’d want to do some very naughty things to.”The silence that followed was thick and charged. He looked from Lilly’s barely-contained glee to Megan’s outright predatory grin.“Is that so?” Lilly purred, sliding off the armrest and into his lap. Her small hands framed his face.“Very naughty things?” Megan echoed, rising from her chair with a fluid, deliberate grace that suddenly seemed far more significant. She came to stand before him, her gaze dropping to his lap.Lilly leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “You have excellent taste, husband.” She nipped his lobe, sending a jolt straight to his groin. “Because you just picked me…” She nodded toward the photo. “…and you just picked her.”Comprehension dawned, hot and immediate. A surge of pure, undiluted lust tightened his stomach. He’d chosen his wife and her best friend. And he’d told them exactly what he wanted to do.Game on.Megan didn’t wait. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers making quick work of his belt buckle and the button of his jeans. The sound of his zipper going down was unnaturally loud in the tense quiet of the room. Lilly’s hands were on his chest, roaming, as she kissed a hot trail down his neck.“We thought we’d give you a… sample,” Lilly whispered against his skin.His cock, already hard and eager, sprang free into the cool air, only to be enveloped a second later by the shocking, wet heat of Megan’s mouth.Oh, fuck.It wasn’t a slow tease. It was a claiming. She took him deep, her head bobbing with a practiced, hungry rhythm that had him seeing stars. His head fell back against the couch as a guttural groan was torn from his throat. He could feel the silken pull of her lips, the flicking dance of her talented tongue along his sensitive underside, the way her throat relaxed to take him deeper.Lilly moved, shifting so she was kneeling on the couch beside him, one hand tangling in his blonde hair, her other guiding his face to hers for a deep, searing kiss. He could taste her excitement, her permission, her shared desire in the slide of her tongue. He was surrounded, consumed by them.He was trapped in a perfect, erotic vice. Megan’s relentless suction below, Lilly’s demanding kiss above. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing him rapidly toward the edge. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself deeper into Megan’s throat, and she groaned around him, the vibration nearly making him come undone right there.Lilly broke the kiss, her hazel eyes dark with desire. “Not yet,” she commanded, her voice husky. “We have plans for that.”Megan pulled off him with a soft, wet pop, her lips glistening. She grinned up at him, her own breathing ragged. “Yeah, we’re not nearly done with you.”In a fluid motion, they both stood. Hands—Lilly’s small and strong, Megan’s slightly larger—pulled him up from the couch and guided him toward their bedroom. Clothes were a blur, discarded in a trail of urgency. A shirt here, jeans there, until they all tumbled onto the large bed in a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths.He was on his back, and they were on him. Megan straddled his face, her taste exploding on his tongue—musky, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. He licked and suckled her, his hands gripping her strong thighs as she ground against his mouth, her moans echoing his own. Below, Lilly was taking him into her mouth again, her techniques a contrast to Megan’s—softer, more teasing, but just as devastatingly effective.The world narrowed to sensation. The taste of Megan on his tongue. The feel of Lilly’s lips on his cock. The scent of their arousal, the sound of their pleasure. He was hurtling toward his climax, a freight train with no brakes.Lily felt it first. She released him with a gasp. “He’s close.”In a synchronized move that spoke of prior planning, they shifted. Megan swung off his face, and both women kneeled on the bed on either side of his hips, leaning over him. They pressed their faces together, cheeks touching, their eyes locked on his.“Now, Jay,” Lilly panted. “Do it. Now.”It was all the permission he needed. His hand wrapped around his aching length, stroking once, twice—a rough, frantic friction that pushed him instantly over the precipice.With a raw, guttural cry, his release erupted. The first hot, pearlescent stripe landed across Lilly’s cheekbone and the bridge of her nose. The next splashed across Megan’s lips and chin. He kept coming, painting them, marking them, his entire body shuddering with the force of his orgasm as he spent himself across their beautiful, expectant faces.He collapsed back onto the mattress, breathless, spent, watching them through hazy, pleasure-drenched eyes.Lilly turned her head slowly, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her glistening face. She caught a drop of his come on her fingertip and brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste it. Megan did the same, her eyes never leaving his, her expression one of pure, unadulterated conquest.Lilly’s voice was a low, promising whisper. “So… you wanted to do naughty things?”

Jay picked two women from a photograph and described what he wanted to do with them. It turns out, the women he picked were his wife, Lilly, and her friend, Megan. They gave him a sample of what was to come, with Megan giving him oral sex and Lilly kissing him, before leading him to the bedroom.

The glossy photograph landed on the coffee table with a soft slap. Six women, from the neck down, stared back at Jay. Well, the backs of them, anyway.

“Okay, hotshot,” Lilly said, her hazel eyes sparkling with a secret amusement. She perched on the arm of the sofa next to him, her petite, athletic frame leaning into his side. “Rank ‘em. Who has the sexiest body?”

Megan, their brunette friend, lounged in the adjacent armchair, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, Jay. Give us your _honest_ professional opinion.” Her tone was a little too innocent.

Jay chuckled, picking up the photo. “A test? Really?” He studied the six anonymous forms. Different heights, different shapes, all feminine and alluring in their own right. His eyes lingered on two. One was a vision of compact, powerful grace—a narrow waist that flared into strong, perfectly sculpted hips and a firm, round ass that looked like it was made to be gripped. The sort of body that could pin him to a wall and have him thanking her for it.

The other was all lush, feminine curves. Softer, with hips that promised a delicious handful and an ass that was a masterpiece of generous, inviting perfection. A body that screamed comfort and decadent sin in equal measure.

He pointed to the first. “This one. No question. That athletic build is just… _fuck_. Powerful. Sexy as hell.” His finger then moved to the second. “And this one. God, those curves. That’s a ‘stay in bed all Sunday’ kind of body right there.”

He set the photo down, a confident smirk on his face. “Those two. Hands down. The others are nice, but _those_ are the ones I’d want to do some _very_ naughty things to.”

The silence that followed was thick and charged. He looked from Lilly’s barely-contained glee to Megan’s outright predatory grin.

“Is that so?” Lilly purred, sliding off the armrest and into his lap. Her small hands framed his face.

“_Very_ naughty things?” Megan echoed, rising from her chair with a fluid, deliberate grace that suddenly seemed far more significant. She came to stand before him, her gaze dropping to his lap.

Lilly leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “You have excellent taste, husband.” She nipped his lobe, sending a jolt straight to his groin. “Because you just picked me…” She nodded toward the photo. “…and you just picked _her_.”

Comprehension dawned, hot and immediate. A surge of pure, undiluted lust tightened his stomach. He’d chosen his wife and her best friend. And he’d told them exactly what he wanted to do.

_Game on._

Megan didn’t wait. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers making quick work of his belt buckle and the button of his jeans. The sound of his zipper going down was unnaturally loud in the tense quiet of the room. Lilly’s hands were on his chest, roaming, as she kissed a hot trail down his neck.

“We thought we’d give you a… sample,” Lilly whispered against his skin.

His cock, already hard and eager, sprang free into the cool air, only to be enveloped a second later by the shocking, wet heat of Megan’s mouth.

_Oh, fuck._

It wasn’t a slow tease. It was a claiming. She took him deep, her head bobbing with a practiced, hungry rhythm that had him seeing stars. His head fell back against the couch as a guttural groan was torn from his throat. He could feel the silken pull of her lips, the flicking dance of her talented tongue along his sensitive underside, the way her throat relaxed to take him deeper.

Lilly moved, shifting so she was kneeling on the couch beside him, one hand tangling in his blonde hair, her other guiding his face to hers for a deep, searing kiss. He could taste her excitement, her permission, her shared desire in the slide of her tongue. He was surrounded, consumed by them.

He was trapped in a perfect, erotic vice. Megan’s relentless suction below, Lilly’s demanding kiss above. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing him rapidly toward the edge. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself deeper into Megan’s throat, and she groaned around him, the vibration nearly making him come undone right there.

Lilly broke the kiss, her hazel eyes dark with desire. “Not yet,” she commanded, her voice husky. “We have plans for that.”

Megan pulled off him with a soft, wet pop, her lips glistening. She grinned up at him, her own breathing ragged. “Yeah, we’re not nearly done with you.”

In a fluid motion, they both stood. Hands—Lilly’s small and strong, Megan’s slightly larger—pulled him up from the couch and guided him toward their bedroom. Clothes were a blur, discarded in a trail of urgency. A shirt here, jeans there, until they all tumbled onto the large bed in a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths.

He was on his back, and they were on him. Megan straddled his face, her taste exploding on his tongue—musky, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. He licked and suckled her, his hands gripping her strong thighs as she ground against his mouth, her moans echoing his own. Below, Lilly was taking him into her mouth again, her techniques a contrast to Megan’s—softer, more teasing, but just as devastatingly effective.

The world narrowed to sensation. The taste of Megan on his tongue. The feel of Lilly’s lips on his cock. The scent of their arousal, the sound of their pleasure. He was hurtling toward his climax, a freight train with no brakes.

Lily felt it first. She released him with a gasp. “He’s close.”

In a synchronized move that spoke of prior planning, they shifted. Megan swung off his face, and both women kneeled on the bed on either side of his hips, leaning over him. They pressed their faces together, cheeks touching, their eyes locked on his.

“Now, Jay,” Lilly panted. “Do it. _Now_.”

It was all the permission he needed. His hand wrapped around his aching length, stroking once, twice—a rough, frantic friction that pushed him instantly over the precipice.

With a raw, guttural cry, his release erupted. The first hot, pearlescent stripe landed across Lilly’s cheekbone and the bridge of her nose. The next splashed across Megan’s lips and chin. He kept coming, painting them, marking them, his entire body shuddering with the force of his orgasm as he spent himself across their beautiful, expectant faces.

He collapsed back onto the mattress, breathless, spent, watching them through hazy, pleasure-drenched eyes.

Lilly turned her head slowly, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her glistening face. She caught a drop of his come on her fingertip and brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste it. Megan did the same, her eyes never leaving his, her expression one of pure, unadulterated conquest.

Lilly’s voice was a low, promising whisper. “So… you wanted to do naughty things?”

In this tale, a man is presented with a challenge by his wife and her friend to pick the sexiest bodies from a photograph.

When he chooses them both, the women decide to reward his honesty with a night of intense, passionate sex.

The story explores themes of bisexuality, group sex, and the dynamics of a married couple inviting a third party into their bedroom.

The narrative delves into the intense, erotic pleasure of a man being pleasured by two women simultaneously, and the thrill of being surrounded by their intimate touches and tastes.

The story culminates in a powerful, shared orgasm, leaving the characters spent and satisfied.

Body Rankings Ignite Forbidden Threesome Pleasure

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