Scott had been messaging his fiancé, Darcie, all night. He knew she was drunk, and possibly a little high. He didn’t mind, she always was more willing to let loose when she had taken the edge off a little bit. Scott knew deep down inside that Darcie desired more, he knew that she occasionally dreamed of fucking other men and women, but she was too nervous to pursue those fantasies herself. He knew she was a few drinks in when she started sending him messages about two of her colleagues. There was Darren, a tall and skinny goth boy with lip rings, and Brook, a short girl with a thick ass and perky tits. She started messaging about Brook first—he knew that would come first she was more willing to talk about her fantasies of other women—she first started talking about how hot she looked in her dress before mentioning she wanted to kiss her; things only got more explicit from there. She started talking about her revealing dress and how wet it made her. Scott knew she was a lot more loosened up when Darren started being mentioned. She kept mentioning how she was looking beneath the belt to see if she could get a glimpse of how big his cock was. She messaged him later and said she could tell Darren wasn’t wearing any underwear and she could see the outline of his cock… and it was big, very big. The next message he got was from the restroom where she told him she had to go touch herself, she told Scott she wanted to invite Darren so she could suck his big cock but was too nervous to approach. Scott turned on by what he was getting, told her to get an Uber, and get home quick, he would take care of her.