A Little Push

Vicki and Alice sat close on the couch, knees touching. Ben walked through, jacket over one shoulder, smelling like he just stepped out of the shower and into the street. His eyes caught Alice. She didn’t look away. Vicki noticed. She always noticed. When Ben shut the door behind him, Vicki grinned like a cat about to knock over something expensive. "You two are about to fuck if no one stops you." Alice laughed, tried to play it off. Vicki wouldn’t let her. "Ben won’t make the first move. He’s soft like that. Thinks loyalty’s a straight line." They kept talking until the plan took shape. No more hints. They’d push him across it themselves. Later that night, Ben’s keys hit the counter. Vicki met him in the hall with a strip of black cloth in her hand. "Want to try something filthy?" she asked. He nodded before he thought it through. She tied the blindfold tight and led him to the bed. He never heard the door open again. Never noticed the second body slide onto the mattress. All he felt were hands working open his belt, soft and sure. Alice’s mouth replaced Vicki’s, sucking him slow, no hesitation. His breath went rough. His hips rose to meet it. When they tugged the blindfold off, Ben blinked hard at the sight of Alice between his legs and Vicki watching from the side, lips parted, touching herself. The shock lasted maybe two seconds. Then he grabbed Alice’s hair, pulled her down harder, and growled for Vicki to get on his face. The three of them crashed together without brakes, wet and urgent, nothing left to hold back.