The Agreement

Rose wasn't crazy about inviting her best friend Jessica into bed for a menage-a-trois with her boyfriend, Neil. So Neil proposed an agreement to convince her: Rose could sleep with any man she wanted, just once, no strings attached.

Truthfully, Rose didn't think she'd ever take Neil up on that offer. After all, she'd only considered one man for such an arrangement: Neil's best friend, the strong-but-silent Hunter. And when the two buddies drifted apart, Rose pushed the idea out of her mind completely.

But years later, when Neil invites the dashing-as-ever Hunter to stay the weekend, Rose finds herself in a whirlwind of forgotten emotions and desires. Does the agreement still stand? Could it even work? Is this just a terrible mistake, or exactly the spice their relationship needed?

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This 9,200+ word story contains themes of erotic romance, partner sharing, threesome, soft rope and wax play, and a hot-wife willing to try anything!

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EXCERPT:

Rose scooted closer. Her bare breasts pressed against Hunter's back. Her nipples hardened on his warm flesh, tingling sweetly. Hunter breathed in sharply, roused from his slumber. Rose nestled in closer, letting her breath warm the nape of his neck.
"Hey sleepy. It's me, Rose."
"Rose?" Hunter's voice was hoarse and shocked. "What are you doing here?"
"Shh. It's okay. Neil knows."
"Neil knows what?"
His voice was groggy, and he was clearly confused. Rose thought he might even still be asleep. She knew that there was at least one way to calm a confused man and get his attention ...
Rose put her hand between his pecs, stroking his thicket of chest hair. It was sprinkled with beads of his sweat. She sighed, finding that very sexy. She slid her hand down. Down, over his muscled abdomen. Her hand went down further and took a detour, sliding her fingers over his chiseled oblique muscles. "Mmm, he's so sexy," she thought.
She dragged her hand back to the middle of his torso, slightly under his belly button, and was surprised when her hand brushed up against his erect member.
"Oh!" she whispered in delight. "He must be big," she thought.
Hunter hadn't moved or responded to her caresses in any way. She let her fingers settle on his shaft. She loosely gripped it and gently tugged it, up and down ... up and down.
Hunter exhaled deeply through his nose. "Does he like this? Is he awake? Does he have any idea what is happening?" she wondered.
"Hunter," she whispered. She wriggled her body closer to his, spooning his body with hers, pressing her flesh into his, basking in his warmth. Still she jerked him slowly. "Hunter."
Hunter exhaled again. "Rose," he whispered back.
Even with Hunter's manhood in her grip, Rose felt an awkward hesitation. A fear of rejection. There was no telling, after all, if he'd even want her. Or maybe he would want her, but would choose not to complicate his friendship with Neil? Would Hunter even believe that Neil was truly okay with this?
"This is hard for me to explain, but ... Hunter, I've always been attracted to you. I know you're probably concerned what Neil wou–"
Hunter suddenly turned around and pressed himself on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. She gasped in surprise.
"Don't talk," he said. "You don't have to explain yourself."
His face neared hers, and they seemed destined for a kiss. But Hunter paused and seemed to take her in. Was he smelling her? Drinking her essence? Rose gasped, feeling powerless. Her bottom lip quivered. Maybe that's what Hunter was waiting for – he descended upon her mouth and gently took that trembling lip between his. He massaged it with his big lips, calming and soothing it until it was still.
One small, single kiss, and Rose felt her stomach flutter in excitement. The nerve above her upper lip seemed to swell and tingle. Rose could swear she smelled and tasted something slightly metallic, like the frenzied, charged air after a lightning storm. Rose hadn't felt that way after a kiss in years. She moaned into Hunter's mouth.
Hunter paused and pulled back an inch. "I've wanted you since the day I met you."
"Hunter," she whispered, staring into his eyes. His hands stroked her hair. She loved his body weight on top of her, making her feel so protected and comfortably squished all at once.
"I'm yours tonight, Hunter," she nodded as she spoke, letting him know that she meant it. "Take me however you want me."