*This celebrity fiction is not based on real events and is for entertainment purposes only. All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 or older. This content is for mature audiences only.*

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Later that same day, I found myself knocking on the door of the resort’s honeymoon suite booked to Callum Turner and Dua Lipa. After watching her blow him and take his load in her mouth during a shower. 

This didn’t feel real. And why was I here? Because we were discussing voyeur and exhibitionism. Potentially an agreed upon expansion of what’s already happened. I was really, really hoping I was going to be allowed to be an audience of one for them. Their sacred honeymoon suite becoming a most intimate theatre.  

Callum opened the door after my knuckles wrapped a polite, gentle three. I knew I was expected. I was right on the agreed upon time for room cocktails and a discussion not suitable for my bar. 

“Fynn. Glad you made it.” Callum’s trademark tilted smirk was in place. I knew he could smile, but I saw it in pictures with Dua more than without her. And I loved that for them. 

I shook Callum’s hand this time, and he subtly pulled me in. I had to wonder how much he and Dua talked about what would happen before I arrived. 

Callum closed the door behind me. And locked it. “What’s your personal favorite, Fynn? Gin or vodka?” 

Callum was a host, but it was a little relieving to see he didn’t have a minibar in their room. I won’t tell others how to live, but I wouldn’t want to spend my honeymoon blasted and not remembering it. I didn’t want to be so in the cups I couldn’t get it up for my beautiful wife. 

“Nothing wrong with a proper gin and tonic,” I said easily. 

A crack of a pleased smile formed on the stoic older man. “Trying to drink like us Brits, eh?” 

I laughed back. “Only because you don’t have beers like we do back home in Germany. I’m no stranger to a good Gin Basil Smash, but I wouldn’t expect you to have fresh greens in your luggage.” 

“You’re quite correct, unfortunately. Perhaps more fine resorts should have herb beds in strolling distance.” 

He was cheekier than I expected. Admittedly, I knew far more about Dua than I knew about Callum. But I was beginning to see how the two of them got on so well. 

There was a cold tumbler in my hand moments later. The first sip tells you a lot about the crafter. I didn’t rear my head back with a rush of pine to the back of my throat. But I didn’t have to ask him if there was any gin in it. Perfectly moderated. A man that liked a drink but didn’t like a drunk. 

“Can I ask where the dearly beloved is?” I tried to stay conversational, friendly, and not creepy. I thought I knew why I was here. If Dua wasn’t around, this might get weirder than I knew I signed up for. 

Callum smiled. Truly this time. With his own drink in hand, he flicked his head and led me to another door in the spacious suite. It wasn’t the bedroom because I could see it open from where I stood. 

That meant it was the bathroom. 

Callum turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open.  

Warm light and the scent of a floral bubble bath rushed out before my eyes could take in what the magnificent view was going to be.  

The door swung wide. The pearl white of a deep tub with brass lobed feet. Sheer luxury. What was more luxurious still, was the naked body of Dua Lipa inside, hidden by bubbles. A chilled glass of white in her hand.  

“Good afternoon, Fynn.” My name leaving her mouth in a purr was enough to make my cock twitch. I wished I had gotten it on a recorder. “Finding everything to your liking?” 

What a deliciously loaded question. 

“I find the accommodations to be more than I deserve, actually.” 

Dua and Callum smiled together, sharing a look. “And humble, too? Oh, I like him,” she said in that posh, velvety voice. 

“Shall we continue our discussion from earlier?” Callum asked. He raised his glass to his lips. “We’re in a more private space now, and we can speak freely.” 

I took a long breath and exhaled. “I’m completely out of my bounds here,” I admitted. 

I was a humble bartender, watching international sensation Dua Lipa soaping herself up with her husband standing next to me. 

“Fynn. Take your cock out. If you’re going to see us, we should see you. This is your one chance for Dua to touch it. Because once we start, she’s mine.” 

I flicked my tongue across my suddenly dry lips. This was quite a bit different from my other guest hook ups so far. Having another man in the room really changed the dynamics, and it caused a little stage fright. 

“Come here, Fynn. Don’t be shy,” Dua coaxed, moving to rest her elbows on the tub. I could see part of her back, her hip, breaking through the suds. But nothing explicit. Such a tease. 

I shuffled forward, Callum’s hand on my middle back. Encouraging. Guiding. They had definitely talked about what would happen. This was all planned, and I walked into it. 

Dua’s dark eyes looked up at me, and white veneers flashed as soft lips curled back. “Hi there,” she said softly. Her hands reached out and undid the tie of my trunks.  

Since we had agreed to meet only an hour ago, I stayed at the resort and didn’t go home just to come back. 

With an easy tug, Dua pulled down my trunks and underwear in one quick go. My semi-hard cock bobbed out a bit, and she smiled. 

“Can I?” Her hand was close, fingers opened. Her soft tanned skin was wet, slick with bubble bath. I knew it would feel amazing. 

I looked at Callum. I wasn’t going to answer before every thought behind his eyes was clear. 

He nodded, his eyes on his wife’s face, on her excitement. Not me. I was just some guy, and he was about to let me be his wife’s plaything for a brief, glorious moment. 

“We should talk while Dua plays,” Callum said. He watched his wife wrap her hand around my cock and start to glide it over my skin easily. Totally composed. 

“Ground rules?”  

Callum nodded. “But after seeing your restraint in the shower house, I feel like you already know how this should work.” 

I swallowed as Dua leaned forward, tongue out, and licked up a pearl of precum from the weeping tip of my cock. 

“No touching. When it’s you two, it’s just you two. I just want to watch, but-” I licked my lips as Dua closed her eyes and slid her mouth over me. “Fuck,” I exhaled. “I want to hear you two tell each other how good the other feels. I want to hear how good you both feel.” 

I clasped my hands behind my back, letting Dua and Callum know that I was hands-off, that this was a gift for me. 

I felt Dua relax her throat as her husband pushed her further. Her eyes opened, already trained on me, and I groaned. 

“Are you ready, doll? Feeling properly warmed up?” Callum asked. He moved her head fast, making her gluck but not quite choke on my cock. And then he let her off. 

Dua smiled coyly and wiped some spittle from the corner of her mouth. “Quite warmed. You have a lovely cock, Mr. Fynn. But I’m glad to only be taking my husband’s.” 

I chuckled at that. ‘Mr. Fynn.’ She was so fucking sexy, but still so cute. Even as she rose out of the water, finally showing me her fantastic body. 

I gave her space, stepping back as Callum handed her a towel. “The bedroom?” It was a safe bet as to where this party would be moving. 

Callum nodded, taking a towel off the shelf above the toilet. Instead of simply handing it to Dua, he took the liberty of drying her off himself. 

I leaned against the doorway and watched, my cock still out. It was like another level of Voyeurism. I wasn’t just watching the sex, the main event. I had a front row seat of the intimate moment, the prep. The connection that made what I was about to witness so special. 

“You’re really okay with just watching, aren’t you?” The words that left Dua’s mouth weren’t laced with doubt, but with pleasant surprise, maybe. 

“Yes ma’am,” I said. My eyes were transfixed on Callum’s hands as he took his time moving the fuzzy white towel over his wife’s tanned legs. He caressed her lovely form as much as he focused on drying her.  

It was bewitched devotion. I loved it for both of them. I loved it because I was allowed to see it.  

“Schön [Beautiful],” I whispered.  

Dua had closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her face held a pleased smile as Callum carefully dried between her legs. He was going to get her devastatingly wet in another way in just moments. But this pampering, this worship, seemed like part of their foreplay. 

“There’s another towel if you want to help, Fynn.” 

Callum’s offer was genuine, but this was a husband-and-wife moment of connection. “I appreciate it, but I’ll just watch.” My voice was already stuck in my throat as Dua and Callum looked at me knowingly. 

Once the woman of the hour was perfectly dried, Callum playfully spanked her full ass, sending her forward. She took my hand as she sauntered out of the bathroom, and I dutifully followed. 

I watched her swaying hips, hypnotized, until she let go of my hand at the foot of the bed. 

Dua climbed on and crawled across the sprawling king bed, ass wriggling and all of her on display.  

Callum was just out of my periphery, but I could feel him next to me. “We don’t have a chair in here,” he said. “But maybe a seat on the side of the bed for our esteemed guest? You’re doing us a favor in not reporting us to the resort. We want your payment paid in full.” 

I stayed standing as Callum’s whole attention turned to his completely nude wife on the bed. She was splayed across the upper center of it, running her dainty toes up the inside of her other calf. Her delicate fingers locked over her head, pulling her small and adorable tits higher on her frame. 

My mouth watered as Callum undid the buttons of his white shirt slowly, giving Dua a show. The way she licked her lips and purred showed both of us how much she wanted what was happening.  

The tent in Callum’s slacks told Dua and I that he was firmly accepting this arrangement. Maybe he was even reveling in the chance to fuck his internationally desired wife in front of another man. How many times had he been told he was a lucky man? 

Callum removed the crisp white shirt from his broad shoulders and let it heap on the floor. He walked around the side of the bed, standing in front of his wife as she rolled onto her side.  

Dua’s profile, the lines of her body were exquisite. Like she was made for sex. Like she was made for being seen and desired, loved and touched.  

My breath caught as Callum’s hand reached out and cupped her soft breast. She sighed as his thumb brushed her dark nipple. 

Dua’s hands reached out and undid her husband’s belt. As she opened his slacks, he removed the belt from the loops. He didn’t drop it but held it. Was the black leather strip to be just a visual prop? Was it about to become a tool? 

The British femme fatale reached into her husband’s slacks and pulled out his thick, rigid cock. He was fully hard, a drop of glistening precum at the eye of the head. Instead of licking it up, she collected it with her thumb and rubbed it over her bottom lip. 

Fuck. A groan slipped right past me. The married couple smiled together, but they didn’t break eye contact with each other. 

Dua’s eyes stayed glued on her husband’s as she leaned forward just a little and smooched the crown of his cock. “I can’t wait to have this beautiful dick stretching my throat again, then gaping my pretty pink pussy.” 

I was glad I didn’t put my cock back into my shorts because it was straining and impossibly hard watching these two. My prick was pulsing, twitching with need as Dua’s lips parted just enough. It would have been terribly uncomfortable if I tried to contain it. 

Callum rolled his hips forward and his cock slid between his wife’s precum-slicked lips. He groaned as her tongue pushed out under the weight and lapped up. 

“Oh my God, babe. You’re mouth.” His praising words were as worshipful as the way she took him in. His head fell back as Dua languidly moved her neck back and forth.  

Spit spilled from the corners of Dua’s mouth and ran down to her chin. She didn’t do anything to stop it. She didn’t take him deeper. Just kept pleasuring that sensitive first third. 

Callum’s low hums of approval were all the validation Dua needed as she licked and sucked around him. The slurping sounds were dirty and obscene, and we all loved it. 

“I love your mouth, baby, but I haven’t used mine on you yet.” 

“Oh. Fuck.” Dua purred after letting Callum’s cock breathe. “Yes. Please.” She wiped her mouth on her forearm and turned to face me.  

Shit. Dua Lipa was going to look me in the fucking eyes as her husband ate her out from behind. 

Callum growled and spanked Dua’s round ass, making her gasp and shudder forward. Her little tits jiggled, and I bit back my own sigh.  

I finally took Callum’s kind offer to sit on the bed.  

Dua’s hand found mine, and she held on as Callum got into position behind her. She squeezed. “I can feel your breath on my ass, babe.” Dua panted. Her words were addressed to Callum, keeping up the ruse of me not being here at all. 

Being held onto, having Dua look at me but seemingly looking through me while I heard her husband’s tongue lap at her pussy made this so much fucking hotter. I felt like a ghost.  

“Oh my God!” Dua’s head dropped, and her breathing deepened. 

I could hear Callum licking her. I pictured his broad, thick tongue brushing up and down her shiny pussy lips like he was painting a masterpiece. 

“That feels so good, babe. Don’t stop. Please.” Dua craned her back, lifting her head. She grabbed the back of Callum’s head and pushed him flush against her. His nose pressed against her ass and his groaning, his breathing, deepened. “Yes! Fuck me with your tongue! Push it right into me! Fuck!” 

I looked down to see what my own situation was as Dua cried out for more of Callum’s tongue. I don’t think I had an erection this strong since Ashley. Watching Dua and Callum in the shower was great. But now? I was on the bed with them. Dua was death gripping my hand while Callum buried his face in her. There was no better seat than this. 

“Oh God! I’m coming already! I’m so fucking wet!” Dua was crying real tears. “Yes! Right there! Suck my fucking clit! God! God!”  

I looked over the sexy curve of Dua’s arching back. Callum’s eyes. I saw Callum’s eyes peaking at me over his wife. His fingers were hooked into her hips, leaving light dimples around her otherwise tanned flesh.  

He was ravenously eating Dua’s cunt, pushing her from the first to the second orgasm. I could hear from my place by Dua’s head how wet the situation at the back was between Dua’s gush and Callum’s saliva. I could only imagine what that sloppy fucking feast looked like. 

“B-babe!” The word stumbled and bubbled from Dua’s mouth. Her arms gave out, and her face hit the thin white duvet. “Oh my God! I’m coming! I’m coming again!”  

One hand left Dua’s hip and hid behind her ass, but Callum’s face stayed where it was. And his eyes narrowed. 

Dua gasped and her jaw fell wide open. Her back shot off the bed, and she was in a push-up position again. “Oh! Fuck! That’s my ass! You’re eating me out! With a finger in my ass!”  

I swallowed hard as Dua squeezed my hand like she was giving birth. She was moaning lowly, her body trembling as Callum breathed in and out through his nose. But his tongue never stopped. His finger kept going. 

Callum’s eyes were hungry. Daring. Daring me to stop watching the show they were putting on.  

I had a feeling he would take all of Dua’s holes in front of me. Like they had to give me the whole tour since this was my one chance to see them. 

I would have felt bad, had this not been the hottest thing I had ever seen. Had Dua not already had two orgasms. This was some of the most intense sex I had ever seen, and Callum wasn’t even inside her yet.  

“Please babe. I need a break!” Dua was begging after I watched her survive her third orgasm by her husband’s tireless mouth. 

When he came up from Dua’s pussy, his face was soaked. Shining in Dua’s love for him. But his finger was still slowly moving in her tight asshole. 

“Fynn, be a mate and go to my black leather travel bag, will you?” Callum directed as he ran a hand over Dua’s back. She was developing a fine, thin sheen of sweat that made her glow in the afternoon light. 

“Callum, what is he getting?” Dua asked. She sucked in deep breaths and brushed her hair away so she could watch me. 

My cock bobbed in front of me as I crossed the room. Dua’s breath remained low as Callum kept moving his finger in her. 

Dua moaned and I looked over my shoulder to see her biting the duvet. I couldn’t see what Callum was doing from my angle. I didn’t need to. I could hear the wet, sloshing sounds coming from her cunt as Callum explored it with his fingers. 

I crouched down and unzipped the leather travel bag, the sounds of soaked pussy and moaning being my background music. 

The entire bag was a playground; lube, restraints, blindfolds, and toys. 

“The powder-blue Princess vibrator, please.” Callum’s voice was a knowing thrum. 

Dua made a sound somewhere between a coo and a hum. “That’s my favorite. The perfect intensity. Sleek with the little licking tongue.” 

“She loves that the ridge head slips just fine into her ass, too.” Callum’s smile wasn’t crude or predatory. It looked proud. Like he loved that he knew what his new darling wife liked, and that he loved giving it to her. 

Dua shivered. “God, he’s right.” 

I returned to the bed and handed Callum the sleek and curved vibrator. He smiled when I handed him a bottle of water-based lube. It wasn’t asked for, but it’s common sense. 

I took my seat back on the bed next to Dua. She surprised me with a smile and a wink. And then she spit directly on my cock. 

“Touch yourself, Fynn. I want you to come before you leave this room.” She got me started with three strokes of her soft hand, and then she was back to all-fours. 

Callum popped the cap of the lube and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. His hand hid behind his wife’s hips. 

Dua gasped as I stroked myself so close to her. “Oh! Callum! Your finger feels so good pressing on my ass like that!” 

I loved the strategic dirty talk the happily married couple employed. The communication let the other know what worked but also told me what was happening. If I couldn’t exactly see what was going on, the sensual narration let me paint the mental picture. 

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Fuck my needy little cunt with the toy while you finger my ass!” Dua’s arms shook and she cried out as I heard the mechanical buzzing of the toy. 

Callum had inserted the little sky-blue vibrator in her before turning it on.  

“I love when you fill both my holes, babe! Sh-shit!” Dua gritted her teeth and pushed her hips back, taking the whirring toy and Callum’s finger deeper. “Fuck! Yes! Oh! T-two fingers in my ass?” 

I grunted and felt my cock twitch in my fist. As I opened the top and let my cock head breathe, Dua spit on it again.  

My hand shuttled over myself slick and easy as Dua threw her head back. 

As Dua rolled her eyes towards the heaven Callum made her feel, Callum slipped his fingers out of her ass. 

One of Callum’s skilled hands kept fucking Dua’s pussy with the manically buzzing toy. The other hand grabbed the leather belt. 

I worried he would get too rough for my liking. 

But then he draped the belt over Dua’s muscled shoulder.  

Dua reached up, took the end, and wrapped it around her throat. Callum took the end she held out as far as he could. 

The dirty, ravenous couple had turned Callum’s simple and stylish belt into a leash and a collar. 

Callum pulled the belt and Dua gasped. Her back arched further, and her whole body shook. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Babe! I’m coming again! God!” Dua’s arms quivered, her throat rested on the belt as Callum held her up. “You fuck me so good, Callum. Fuck. I love you.” 

Callum leaned in and pressed a kiss to her long black hair between her pinched shoulder blades. “I love you, too. But I’m going to fuck you in front of Fynn like I hate you.” 

The growl from my own throat was hidden under Dua’s moan. Her husband slid his lubed fingers out of her ass.  

He took the toy out of her, letting her holes breathe for a sweet moment. It glistened in the setting sunlight leaking through the thin curtains.  

The first time I ever wanted to lick or suck something remotely cock shaped. 

Before the thought could go too far, Callum rested the toy across the valleyed swell of Dua’s ass. He was up on his knees, cock in hand. 

And then he was in her.  

Dua shot up even more, back dramatically arching. She braced on one arm and reached under herself. 

My eyes followed her hand. Slim, educated fingers found her clit and ran over, under, and around it vigorously. 

“Yes! Just like that! Fuck! Fuck me, Callum!”  

Callum loosened up on the belt a little and Dua’s face fell back to the duvet. The dirty little angel gave as good as she took, pushing her hips back onto her husband’s cock as she rode her own hand. 

I had to pace myself as well. Callum had just introduced his dick, and I didn’t want to blow in my hand when he had just started. 

Dua’s own stamina, her ability to take orgasm after orgasm without being too sensitive for her husband’s cock was admirable. She was insatiable, wanting everything Callum wanted to give to her. 

And Callum wanted to give Dua everything. I saw it in his eyes as he slowly slid out and then pushed back in. As she lost all her air, he gave her all of him. 

“I know you’ve already had a lot. But don’t push me out. We’re not done yet, honey.” Callum’s gravely words made Dua roll her eyes again. Callum’s pace was slow on the drawback, but fast and punishing on the thrust. 

Every time Callum’s cock buried deep, Dua shuddered and let out a little gasp or squeal. Like she could never quite catch her breath. 

Callum showed his sadist-ecstatic genius by taking the vibrator again and applying a fresh coat of lube to it. He was happily buried in one of her holes, which left one choice. 

Dua gave me a spit refresher into my own hand just before she felt the silicone cock head press against her ass. “Are you going to-” 

She didn’t get to finish the question before her jaw dropped and the buzzing started again. “Fuuuuuck…” drawled from her gorgeous mouth. Her hips jerked on their own. Nothing else but fried and overused nerve endings. “Right there. Anywhere. I’m close. No bones. Just fucking wet.” 

I groaned and pushed my hips into my hand as I watched Dua Lipa, one of the hottest women ever, get her brains fucked out of her. She was a voracious reader and wrote her own songs. There were a lot of brains to fuck out. 

“I’m close, babe.” Callum slowed down even more. He was a master of pacing. Push in, hold it deep inside of her. So slowly pull out. Let her feel just the tip. Then slide back in. 

I don’t know how long he fucked her like that; keeping her on the edge of blissfully full and painfully empty. 

Every now and then he’d speed up, drive into her all over again to make her weak. And then he’d slow it back down to make her beg for more punishment while stopping himself from spilling into her. 

But I didn’t know what was more punishing; battering her tight British pussy or making her beg for the beating. Dua was an elegant bird, but behind a closed door, she was anything but afraid to get ruffled and messy feathers. 

Dua was nearing her end. Her hand came up from under her body, and three of her fingers were utterly soaked. “Fynn?” She held her glistening fingers up in offering. 

“Go on,” Callum said, his voice in his throat and his strained veins from controlling himself around them. “She tastes so good.” His mouth still had a light sheen that gave his review even more credibility. 

I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and welcomed Dua’s slick fingers inside. I wrapped my tongue around them, sucked them gently and moaned with her wickedly addictive taste quickly burning into my mind. My hand flew up and down my magnificently hard cock as I lavished her fingers until the last hint of nectar was gone. 

“Lecker [Delicious],” I said when Dua withdrew her fingers. I smacked my lips together, and Dua spit on my cock one last time. Callum and I were both close, and she knew it. 

“Honey, do you want to finish Fynn with your hand? He’s been such a good mate to us this evening.” 

Dua looked over her shoulder and nodded. I hoped she bit her lip in that sexy, bashful way she had. 

I removed my hand and leaned back on the bed as Dua took over. 

“Come on, Fynn. Come all over my hand while my husband fills me up.” Her unfocused jerks were still the greatest thing I had ever felt. The biggest celebrity crush of my entire life was distractedly pulling my near-erupting cock as her shiny new groom punched his dick into her cervix. 

“Your last chance if you’d prefer me do it myself.” I tried to be a soldier. Tried to last as long as I could. But my Spartan effort did have a human limit. 

“N-no sir.” Dua stuttered as Callum fucked her too hard for either of them to think clearly. The small but perseverant Princess vibe still held in her asshole. Callum could no doubt feel the vibrations against his cock through that thin barrier of flesh. “Do it. Come all over my fingers. It’s okay.” 

With that last angelic permission, I leaned back further. My head hit the mattress, and I came with a groan. 

“Yessss,” Dua hissed. “Yes! Look at all this cum.” I couldn’t see her face through the white strobing light flooding my eyes. But I hoped she was smiling. 

“Oh! Shit! I feel you throbbing inside me, babe!” Dua continued. “Are you going to cum for me, too? Fill me up with that hot, gooey… fuuuck!” 

Callum wasn’t a talker when he came. He folded over, pressing his chest to his wife’s sweaty back as he came. The grunts leaving his mouth were deep, claiming, and primal.  

It wasn’t a sound someone could just think to make. It came from his chest and his balls as he unloaded his second round of swimmers that day. 

“Mmph. Fuck.” Callum’s breathing was ragged and deep as he humped the last bit of his lust into Dua. 

“Fuck. That was good.” Dua giggled as she laid there, spent and cum filled. 

“Babe, I’m going to pull out of you slowly, okay?” 

The way Callum communicated even these little things made my heart swell for them. 

He turned off the vibrator still in her ass first, and slowly, carefully, slipped it out. 

The little moan, the way Dua’s eyes popped open, was so fucking hot. Her hands gripped the duvet as Callum successfully removed the cock shaped head completely. 

It came out clean. 

“Your pussy next,” he whispered huskily into her ear. 

“Okay.” Dua nodded and took my hand again with her clean one. She squeezed and I squeezed back as her husband extracted himself. She shuddered, her mouth open, and she gasped when left totally, completely empty. 

“Fuck. That was good,” she moaned.  

Callum was up, glistening cock swaying as he marched for the bathroom. He came back a moment later with a roll of towels.  

I stood up and swallowed, my cock messy and cum-slicked. “I suppose it’s that time.” I had no idea how to remove myself from a situation like this gracefully. 

Dua looked at me from the bed as Callum handed her a towel sheet. She licked my cum off her hand as she put the sheet down next to her. My heart stopped as she reached between her legs and finger-foraged for her husband’s deposit. She licked him off her hand as well. 

“If you would care to use our shower, Dua and I will take one after you. Then perhaps the three of us can go to dinner?” 

I blinked at Callum’s offer. It was kinder than I had any right to expect or hope for. 

“You’re not chasing me out with a broom now that the deal is done?” 

Dua laughed. “Aren’t business deals usually celebrated with drinks and dinner?” She smiled cheekily. “Unless you don’t want to be seen at your place of work brushing elbows with my husband and I.” 

“Buying dinner after sex is a new one.” I laughed at my joke. They didn’t. “I mean, sure. If you two will have me.” 

Callum smiled. “Great. And Fynn… thank you. For not reporting us. For respecting boundaries. For not pushing anything further than we were comfortable with.”  

The words were genuine, and I smiled. “I’m glad we all had a good first experience with this situation. It felt like a once in a lifetime experience for me. You two are well… the first couple I’ve ever been so strongly pulled to watching. You’re both incredibly attractive, but… you have a love that calls to other romantics. Even dirty ones that like to watch.” 

That did get a smile from them. 

That did get a smile from them. 

“I’m not sure this is something we’ll recreate with anyone else,” Dua said. “I was incredibly horny. Embarrassed when you caught us, but that made me hornier. However… there’s something about you, Fynn, that made it feel safe and all right. This might just be a happy memory for us. And at no point did you ask for any video, photos or proof that this ever happened.” 

“You’re a top mate, Fynn. We’ll be happy to have a picture with you at dinner. I think we’d all like to remember this. And… Dua and I do love Ibiza. I think we’ll come back some day.”