Welcome to the Innocent World

The music kept pounding through the air, a steady beat that pulsed like a heartbeat, mixing with the raw, wild energy of the club.

All around us, people were lost in it—fucking on tables, against walls, a tangle of bodies and moans that made the place feel alive and unhinged.

Afa and I were still sprawled on the couch-bed, her naked body pressed against mine, when the couple from the crowd—the woman in the red one-piece and her husband—stood there on stage, looking at us with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Afa shifted against me, smirking as she glanced at them.

"Oh yeah? Enjoyed the show that much?" she teased, her voice light and mocking, her head tilting playfully as she sized them up.

The woman in red blushed hard, her cheeks turning pink under the club lights.

"Yes," she admitted, her fingers clutching the hem of her tight one-piece, tugging at it like she was trying to steady herself.

Her eyes kept flicking to me, lingering longer than they should've, and she bit her lip, a hungry little move that didn't go unnoticed.

I propped myself up a bit, one arm still around Afa, curiosity kicking in.

"So, what is it you want?" I asked, my tone easy but sharp, trying to figure out where this was going.

The woman's blush deepened, and she shifted her weight, glancing at her husband before looking back at me.

"My husband wants to talk to you, Austin," she said, her voice soft but edged with something bold, like she was testing something.

I sat up straighter, pulling Afa closer against my side as I nodded at the guy.

"Yeah, sure—what's up?" I said, eyeing him. He looked good—lean muscles, dark hair, a solid build. If I'm a 10, he's an 8, easy. I couldn't help but wonder what he had on his mind, standing there all calm and collected next to his flustered wife.

He cleared his throat, stepping forward a little, his hands loose at his sides.

"So, uh… my wife here," he started, nodding toward her with a small smile, "she wishes you—Austin—would fuck her."

I blinked twice, the words hitting me like a curveball, and then a giggle slipped out before I could stop it. "Wait, what?" I said, laughing as I rubbed a hand over my face, still processing. "You serious?"

"Yeah," he said, shrugging like it was no big deal, though his grin showed he knew how wild it sounded. "She's been drooling over you all the time—figured I'd let her have her fun if you're game."

Afa snorted beside me, her smirk growing as she leaned into my shoulder. "Well, damn," she said, glancing between them. "That's one hell of a proposal. You sharing now, huh?"

The woman giggled nervously, still biting her lip as she clutched her dress tighter. "I mean… only if you're okay with it," she said to me, her eyes locked on mine, practically begging.

I shook my head, still chuckling, and looked at Afa. "What do you think, babe? Should I take her for a ride?"

Afa grinned, playful as ever teased, nudging me. "She's cute—go for it."

The woman in red beamed at Afa, her voice shaky but grateful. "Thank you… so much, Afa," she said, her hands still fidgeting with the hem of her tight one-piece, her blush spreading down her neck.

Afa smirked, sliding her hand down to stroke my dick right there in front of them, her touch slow and deliberate.

"You'll be having my man," she said, her tone sharp and commanding, staking her claim even as she gave permission. "Don't forget that."

"Ahh…" I moaned softly, caught off guard by how gentle her fingers were against my still-sensitive skin. The sensation rippled through me, making my knees twitch as I tried to play it cool.

The woman curled her lips into a sly smile, her eyes glinting as she watched Afa's hand move.

"Sure, I'll take real good care of him," she purred, her hands sliding up to grope her own chest, squeezing her boobs through the fabric like she was already imagining it. "Promise."

I turned to her husband, raising an eyebrow, still processing this whole setup. "So, what about you, man?" I asked, curious. "What're you gonna do while this goes down?"

He shrugged, casual as hell, leaning back a little. "She wants me to watch, so that's what I'll do," he said, his voice steady, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "I'm good with it."

I blinked, disbelief hitting me for a second, then smirked. "You're a rare one," I said, shaking my head. "Didn't see that coming."

The woman giggled, stepping over to her husband and planting a quick, eager kiss on his lips. "This is why I love you the most," she said, pulling back to look at him, her voice soft but sure. "Why I married you—you get me like no one else."

He smiled, brushing a hand over her cheek. "Your happiness is my happiness, babe," he replied, his tone warm.

"Thanks, hon," she said, squeezing his arm before turning back to me, her eyes lighting up as she walked over.

Afa and I stood up from the couch-bed, our naked bodies still slick with sweat and the mess of the night.

"Come here baby.." I slid my arm around the woman's waist, pulling her into a hug, her body pressing soft against mine.

She leaned in close, sniffing my neck, her breath warm against my skin as her eyes fluttered half-shut.

"You smell so good," she murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation as she looked up at me. We locked eyes, trading sultry smiles that said everything without words.

"Hehe…" she giggled, a nervous little laugh breaking the tension as she pressed herself closer, her hands resting light on my chest.

"Let's make this a fun day, shall we?" I said, letting my hands roam down to her ass, squeezing the curves through her one-piece, feeling the heat of her under my palms.

"Sure thing," she replied, her smile widening as she tilted her head, inviting me in. "I've been waiting for this all night."

"Guess we better not disappoint," I teased, giving her ass another playful squeeze as Afa smirked beside us, watching it all unfold.