The Arrangement

Emma had been obsessively refreshing her messages for three full days. Her heart raced every time the page reloaded, hoping for something real amid the usual flood of spam.

She had posted her ad on AdultFriendFinder — the world’s largest adult dating site, known for connecting open-minded people seeking casual encounters, hookups, threesomes, and very specific arrangements just like hers. Unlike mainstream dating apps, AFF was unapologetically direct: millions of members worldwide posted exactly what they wanted, no judgment, no games. It was the perfect place for couples exploring fantasies or singles looking to join in without strings.

Her ad was straightforward, almost clinical in its honesty:

30F, married, seeking confident single woman (25–35) for ongoing arrangement. You sleep in our bed. You fuck my husband while I watch. You can touch me if you want. I will probably touch myself. Serious replies only. Face pics appreciated but not required upfront. Discretion guaranteed.

Emma chose AdultFriendFinder specifically because of its reputation for attracting bi and adventurous women open to couples’ fantasies — often called “unicorns” in the lifestyle. The site’s massive user base, detailed search filters, and explicit profiles meant she could find someone who truly matched her desires instead of wading through vague Tinder swipes or awkward Reddit threads.

Most replies were predictable garbage: men pretending to be women, dick pics, couples wanting full swaps, single guys begging to be the bull. Then came Riley.

Riley’s message cut through the noise instantly — short, confident, and exactly on point:

“28. Bi. Attached photo. I like being watched. When can we meet?”

The attached selfie showed a brunette with a sly half-smile, dark eyeliner framing sharp eyes, full lips, and that effortless confidence that made Emma’s stomach flip. No nudity — just a low-cut top hinting at curves and promise. It was the kind of photo that screamed she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

They moved to texting within hours. Riley was refreshingly blunt. She asked the questions that made Emma’s pulse quicken:

• “Do you want me to kiss him slowly in front of you first, or go straight for his cock?”
• “Do you get off more watching him fuck me hard, or hearing him moan your name while he’s inside me?”
• “After he comes in me, will you sit on my face so I can feel you taste us both?”

Emma answered every one honestly. Her clit throbbed with each reply she typed. The conversation felt electric, raw, and dangerously real — all thanks to the platform that had brought them together so quickly.

They agreed on a Friday night. Emma booked a neutral Airbnb twenty minutes from home — a modern place with a huge king bed and a full-length mirror facing it, perfect for watching every angle. She told Nathan only the essentials: “I found someone on AFF. She’s coming over. You’re allowed to do whatever she wants. I just want to watch — at least at first.”

Nathan’s eyes darkened with that familiar hunger that still weakened her knees after six years. “You sure about this?” he asked, voice low, already visibly hard.

“I’ve never been more sure,” she whispered.

Riley arrived at 8:17 p.m. in a slinky black slip dress that barely reached mid-thigh, no bra — her nipples already peaked and visible through the thin fabric. She smiled at Emma first — slow, knowing, appreciative — then turned to Nathan like she was sizing up exactly how to unravel him.

“Hi,” Riley said, voice husky. “You must be the wife who likes to watch.”

Emma could only nod, mouth dry, thighs already pressing together.

Riley stepped inside, kicked off her heels, and moved straight to Nathan. No hesitation. She slid her hand up his chest, under his shirt, nails dragging lightly. Then she kissed him — deep, filthy, tongues tangling like they’d been lovers for years.

Emma sank into the armchair in the corner, legs trembling. She didn’t touch herself yet. She wanted the ache to build, to savor every second of this fantasy she’d found through AdultFriendFinder.

Riley broke the kiss, glanced back at Emma. “You’re prettier than your pictures.” Then she dropped to her knees, opened Nathan’s jeans, and took him into her mouth — no teasing, just wet, eager suction. Nathan groaned, fingers in her hair.

Emma’s hand drifted between her legs almost involuntarily. She was soaked.

Riley pulled off with a wet sound, spit connecting her lips to him. “She’s already touching herself,” she told Nathan, amused. “You weren’t kidding.”

He looked at Emma, eyes glazed. “She loves when I tell her how tight you feel.”

Riley laughed softly. “Then tell her.”

He did — describing every sensation while Riley stroked him and hiked her dress up, revealing no panties. Emma shoved her own panties aside, circling her clit frantically.

Riley climbed onto the bed, straddled Nathan facing Emma for the perfect view, and sank down slowly, taking every inch with a soft, obscene moan. “Fuck… he’s big.”

Emma whimpered, fingers plunging inside herself to match their rhythm.

Riley rode him harder, breasts bouncing, guiding Nathan’s hand to her clit. When she came — thighs shaking, pussy clenching visibly — Emma shattered seconds later, eyes locked on where they joined.

Riley lifted off, turned, crawled toward Emma. “Want a taste?”

Emma nodded.

Riley straddled her face. Emma licked greedily — tasting them both, salty and perfect. Riley ground down, moaning.

Nathan watched, stroking himself, then pulled Emma onto her knees and slid into her from behind while she licked Riley clean.

Riley kissed Emma deeply, tasting herself. “He’s going to come inside you while I watch. Fair’s fair.”

Emma came hard, clenching around Nathan, crying into Riley’s mouth. He followed, spilling deep with a groan.

They collapsed — sweaty, tangled, Emma in the middle, Riley’s leg over hers, Nathan’s arm across them both.

After a long, sated silence, Riley murmured against Emma’s neck: “So… next weekend?”

Emma laughed breathlessly. “Yeah. Next weekend.”

She already knew she’d be back on AdultFriendFinder tomorrow, refreshing messages. Just in case Riley ever wanted to bring a friend.

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