Scarlet’s Afterglow

scarlet's pov

We lay there, tangled in Lena's bed, our bodies slick with sweat and still humming from the wildness we'd just unleashed. Her muscular frame pressed against me, her skin flushed pink across her toned arms and broad shoulders, beads of perspiration glistening along the curve of her collarbone. Her big tits rested soft and heavy against my side, nipples still dark and taut from my mouth, rising and falling with her slowing breaths. Her thick ass curved into the sheets, a faint red mark from my grip blooming on one cheek, her legs sprawled strong and lazy, the muscles relaxed but flexed just enough to hint at her power. My own body felt gloriously wrecked—my full breasts tender, their pink tips sensitive from her sucking, my hips and thighs soft and warm, my blonde hair a damp mess sticking to my neck and chest, my pussy still pulsing faintly between my splayed legs.

I traced lazy circles on her stomach, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath her smooth skin, her warmth seeping into me as she held me close—one strong arm draped over my waist, her red hair fanned across the pillow like a wildfire tamed for now. "That was…" I started, my voice hoarse, a grin tugging at my lips.

"Fucking insane," she finished, her husky laugh vibrating against me. She kissed my shoulder, her lips soft and lingering, tasting the salt of my skin. "You're still a goddamn storm, Scarlet."

I shifted, nestling deeper into her embrace, our sweaty bodies sticking together in the best way. "Lena," I said, my tone softening, "I want Marcus in this—somehow. He's my heart, you know? He gave us this, let you move in, let me have you. I don't want him left out."

She propped herself up on one elbow, her big tits shifting with the motion, her green eyes searching mine. Her face was flushed, a sheen of sweat on her brow, but her smirk was gentle now. "Yeah? How you thinking that works? He's your husband—I get that. I'm not here to steal you. What's on your mind?"

I bit my lip, my fingers brushing her nipple absentmindedly, making her shiver. "I don't know exactly. Maybe he's part of it—not in bed, unless he wants that, but… close. Like, he knows everything, feels included. Maybe watches sometimes, or we talk about it after, all three of us. He loves me to death, and I love him back. You're my fire, but he's my home. I want you both in my world."

Lena nodded, her red hair sliding over her shoulder, her muscular arm flexing as she pulled me tighter. "I can work with that. He's a good guy—fuzzy's grown on me, you know? All that hair and heart. I'd be okay with him being around, however you want it. Watching, talking, whatever. Long as I've got you, I'm good." Her voice was rough but sincere, her body still radiating heat against mine.

I grinned, then leaned in, kissing her slow and deep, tasting the aftermath of us. When I pulled back, I added, "There's something else. Marcus—he's got a thing for you. Your body, I mean. I've caught him staring—your tits, your ass. Gets all red and flustered. He's into you, even if he'd never admit it straight out."

Her smirk widened, a wicked glint in her eyes as she glanced down at herself—her big breasts still flushed, her thick ass pressed into the bed. "That so? Fuzzy's got taste. Can't blame him—these girls are hard to miss." She cupped her tits, jiggling them playfully, then laughed. "If he's lusting, that's fine by me. Makes it easier, right? He's not threatened, just… curious. Maybe we tease him a little, see where it goes."

I laughed too, my body shaking against hers, my own breasts swaying with the motion. "Yeah, maybe. I'll talk to him—tell him we're good, that you're in, and see how he wants to play it. He's secure with us, but knowing he's got a green light to look… might loosen him up."

She kissed me again, her strong hand sliding down to squeeze my ass, her sweaty skin sticking to mine. "You've got a wild life, Scarlet. Lucky for me, I'm along for the ride."

I nestled into her, my mind already drifting to Marcus—his hairy warmth waiting down the hall, his love anchoring me as Lena's fire burned bright. We'd figure it out, the three of us, bodies and hearts tangled in a way I never dreamed possible.

marcus pov

I'm up early, like always, frying bacon in the kitchen, the sizzle filling the air with that greasy, comforting smell. My hairy chest itches under my old tee, my boxers loose around my stocky frame, ass hair prickling as I shift on bare feet. I didn't sleep much—knew Scarlet was with Lena last night, heard the muffled moans through the walls. Didn't bother me like I thought it would. I love her to death, my six-foot blonde goddess, and she loves me back. Letting her have this—have Lena—feels right, even if it's still sinking in.

The door down the hall creaks open, and I glance up. There they are, stepping out of Lena's room, a sight that stops me cold. Scarlet's first—her blonde hair a wild tangle, her full tits barely contained in a thin tank top, nipples poking through, her shorts riding low on those soft, curvy hips. Her skin's flushed, a glow I know too well from our own nights, and she's got that smug, satisfied grin. Then Lena—fuck, Lena. Her red hair's a mess, spilling over her muscled shoulders, her big tits swaying free under a loose shirt, dark nipples faintly visible. Her thick ass fills out tiny shorts, flexing with each step, her strong legs gleaming with a sheen of sweat. I catch myself staring—her curves, her power—and feel my face heat up, my hairy hand gripping the spatula tighter. Scarlet smirks at me, catching it, but doesn't say a word.

"Morning, babe," Scarlet says, sliding up beside me, her warm body brushing mine as she kisses my cheek. Her beard scratches her, and she smells like sex—hers and Lena's. It stirs something in me, not jealousy, just… heat.

"Morning, fuzzy," Lena adds, leaning against the counter, her smirk wicked. Her voice is rough, like she's still catching her breath from whatever they did. She crosses her arms, pushing her tits up, and I glance—quick, guilty—before forcing my eyes to the bacon.

"Morning," I mutter, flipping a strip, my voice gruffer than I mean it. "Sleep okay?"

Scarlet laughs, soft and knowing, her hand resting on my hairy arm. "Yeah, you could say that. You good?"

I nod, setting the spatula down, turning to face them. "Yeah, I'm good. Heard you two—thin walls. Didn't bug me. Glad you're… you know, happy." I scratch my beard, feeling the weight of their eyes—Scarlet's blue, Lena's green.

Lena steps closer, her muscled frame relaxed but commanding. "You're a rare one, Marcus. Most guys'd be flipping out. Scarlet said you're cool with this—us. That still true?"

"True," I say, meeting her gaze, then Scarlet's. "I love her. She's my world—taught me everything, first girl I ever touched. If she needs you too, I'm not gonna stop her. You're part of her, and now you're here. I'm okay with it."

Scarlet slides her arm around my waist, her soft curves pressing into my hairy side. "We talked last night—after. I want you in this, Marcus. Not just on the sidelines. Maybe you're close—watching, talking, whatever feels right. You're my home."

My chest tightens, love and something else—curiosity—mixing in me. I glance at Lena, her big tits shifting as she breathes, her ass a damn distraction. "Yeah?" I say, voice low. "I could… be around. Watch, maybe. Talk after. I don't know how it works, but I trust you."

Lena grins, leaning on her elbows, her shirt dipping to show more cleavage. I look—can't help it—and Scarlet's smirk grows. "Works however we make it," Lena says. "I'm not stealing her—love her too much for that. But I'm in, fuzzy. You wanna watch, I won't mind. Might even like it."

I flush, my hairy neck prickling, but I nod. "Alright. We'll figure it out. Day by day." I pause, then add, "You two looked… good coming out. Happy. That's what I want."

Scarlet kisses me again, deeper this time, her tongue brushing mine, and I taste her—still hers, even with Lena's scent on her. "We are," she says, pulling back. "And you're part of it."

Lena grabs a piece of bacon, her strong fingers nimble, and winks at me. "Guess we're a team now, huh?"

"Yeah," I say, grinning despite myself, my eyes flicking to her tits one last time before I turn back to the stove. "Guess we are."