Double Date Cravings: Swapping Partners for anal in the Stockroom

I still get wet just thinking about that night, the way the air felt thick between the four of us from the second we sat down. I’m twenty-four, Jake’s been my boyfriend for almost two years, solid and sweet and hung like he was built for exactly the kind of filthy shit we were about to pull. Mia and Tyler were the new couple we’d been circling for weeks—both twenty-six, both stupidly hot, both way too open about what they wanted. Tyler especially. He’d looked at my ass the first night we all grabbed drinks like he was already calculating the angle of entry, and he’d never bothered hiding it. “You’ve got the kind of ass that needs stretching,” he’d said once, casual as ordering another round, and Jake had just laughed and squeezed my thigh under the table like he was already green-lighting whatever came next.

We were at that dim little Italian place downtown, the kind with red booths and a back hallway that smelled like garlic and possibility. The guys were talking baseball or stocks or whatever bullshit kept their mouths moving while Mia and I kept locking eyes across the table. She had this wicked little half-smile, dark hair falling over one shoulder, and every time she shifted I caught the flash of her thighs under that short skirt. I knew she wanted Jake. I’d seen the way she watched him when he stretched, the way her tongue touched her top lip. And me? I couldn’t stop picturing Tyler’s thick cock splitting me open from behind while Jake watched. The fantasy had been living rent-free in my head for days—swapping, pure and simple, my ass for her pussy, everything out in the open.

I crossed my legs tighter under the table and felt the dampness already starting between them. Mia’s foot brushed mine, deliberate. She didn’t pull away. Jake’s hand slid higher on my thigh, fingers tracing the edge of my panties like he could smell how turned on I was. Tyler just stared at me over the rim of his glass, that hungry look that said he already owned the next hour of my life. By the time the check came I was throbbing so hard I could barely sit still.

“We should find somewhere quieter,” Mia said, voice low and silky. “Just us. Talk.”

Jake’s eyes met mine and I gave the tiniest nod. We all stood like it was the most natural thing in the world, laughing too loud, making some excuse about needing air. The hostess barely glanced up as we slipped past the bathrooms and down the narrow corridor that led to the stockroom. The door was unlocked—thank fuck—and we piled inside, hearts hammering. It was dim, lit only by a bare bulb swinging from the ceiling, stacks of cardboard boxes and crates of wine creating little alcoves of shadow. The air was cooler back here, dusty, private. The second the door clicked shut behind us the tension snapped.

“Okay,” I said, my voice already husky. “We’re all thinking it. Say it.”

Tyler didn’t waste a second. He stepped right up to me, big hands settling on my hips, thumbs digging into the curve of my ass. “I’ve wanted this ass since the night we met. Wanted to watch it bounce while I bury every inch in it. Jake knows. He’s cool with it.”

Jake was already behind Mia, arms wrapped around her waist, mouth at her ear. “And I’ve been dying to feel how wet that tight little pussy gets when you’re being watched. Tell them, baby.”