Couple Foursome Stories Novels & Stories

"FOUR" The word four became such a strange and shocking word. Kel was so confused he thought he heard wrong so he asked again. "FOUR ?? Doctor are you sure of what your saying cause my wife was pregnant with twins and not quadruplets." "Well Mr Ross turns out the CT scans were wrong, Mrs Ross was indeed pregnant with quadruplets and not twins."

“You’re embarrassed at the thought of being with the four of us, aren’t you?” Is he serious? Of course, I am! Society spits in the eyes of promiscuity. How can they expect me to sleep with all four of them? Individually, or all at once? “We’re quadruplets,” Alex mentioned. “Sharing is second nature to us.” My words just wouldn’t come out, not quite knowing how to respond to that. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Lucas rasped as if he knows what I was thinking.

“You guys are on board with this?” Amelia nodding, “Sure, we have a healthy sex life and have had an occasional threesome, plus you are both attractive, so why not?” “I see. And you are okay with me banging your woman?” he says addressing Ryan. He shrugs nonchalantly, “Sure, I’m good. Besides, she's going home with me afterward, and don’t forget how a foursome works, we all get something out of the deal.” He says smiling then looks straight at me. I feel a lump forming in my throat as I fight the urge to run from the room.

Joe adds, and I know why they are good for each other, obviously they are a nosy bunch. But even I am leaning in for whatever he would cook up next. “The story of our first kiss…” he sucks in a breath, and I can tell he is doing this deliberately, getting everyone’s attention and keeping it was his favorite thing. I pinch myself to stop my eyes from rolling. “I kissed him first obviously.” He rolls his eyes like that was supposed to be obvious. Harper is shooting hearts out of her eyes now. The entire group is just listening to my husband telling our stories like they were something extravagant.

I clutched my knees and stared at the floor. Phoenix didn’t say anything at first. I knew he was shocked, but he hid it well. He rubbed a hand over his face before finally looking at me, his eyes softer than before. “Finley already told me. Yeah, it’s an anomaly. Almost unheard of—for a wolf to have more than one mate. Four? That’s insane. But…” He trailed off, like he was weighing his words.

Like he was reading from a report. Five years with a woman named Claire. Engaged. Happy, he thought. Then the video. Her moaning another man’s name in their bed. She sent it to him. He left the next day. Took this posting to get away from everything. From women. From trust. From feeling anything at all. Cara listened. Really listened. Her thighs were pressed so tight together under the table it almost hurt. She was wet. Actually wet just from the way he looked at her while he talked about his pain. The quiet strength in his voice. The way his hands flexed on the counter.

I told them what they needed to know about me and the introduction ended after me. So far, there are ten couples joining Ex-Factor. Trenton and I, Ethan and Allyson, Mark and Patty, Sam and Leticia, Ryan and Vicky, Allan and Macy, Gabriel and Tori, Vincent and Kate, Zyke and Natasha and last but not the least, Paul and Alice. Five ex-married couples and five ex-couples are fighting for three million. We started eating lunch and we were ushered behind the curtain. We were paired and fell in line so our entrance can be recorded. We were briefed once more and we were reminded that our actions and words will be recorded, but they will edit out scenes that are unnecessary.

I sneered and probed cautiously, “Have you gotten permission from Ms. Jefferson’s husband to marry her?” There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of someone swallowing. “Stop eating, you little glutton! My good friend here says you’re married. Explain yourself!” Huffed in displeasure, Tiffany Jefferson said in muffled speech, “My husband… is none other than my darling Fabian. That useless fool… still treasures that fake marriage license like it’s gold!” Fueled by desire, Fabian tossed his phone aside and pulled Tiffany into a passionate embrace.

. All of us." They looked at me. I thought about going back to normal. To just Ryan. To pretending I didn't want Jake, didn't want this freedom. "I'm scared," I admitted. "Of what?" Jake asked gently. "Of it not working. Of losing all of you." "You're not going to lose us," Mia said firmly. "We're best friends. No matter what." "But what would it even look like? Four people together?" "However we want it to look," Ryan said. "We make our own rules." "We could get a place together," Jake suggested. "Big enough for all of us." "We'd have to be careful," Mia added. "Not flaunt it. But yeah. I think we could make it work." My heart was pounding. This was insane. Four people in a relationship tog

My husband replied, and I huffed mirthlessly. As if reading about their relationships on various blogs wasn't enough, I had to listen as my husband fucked his business partner turned mistress. Just how fulfilling could my life get. “I-It's squeezing me so perfectly, I don't want to stop,” April continued. “I think I might need to lie down at this point. It's taking all my energy.” “Mine too,” Francesco replied. I was too stunned to utter a word as I listened to their dirty ramblings coupled with grunts and pants.