I will publish more romantic and erotic parts to refresh my stories, sometimes I will put things with r18 but the important thing is that you can read chapters calmly, let's be honest r18 always makes us want to masturbate or fall into that, so my idea is always to refresh a little thanks and I hope to find more people who love what I publish I am a big fan of netorerase or cuckolding but where there is more control and enjoyment without resorting to humiliation, I love this genre and I want to make it comfortable.
The familiar scent of fries and burgers hung in the air as Liam, Chloe, and Marcus found a secluded booth at McDonald's. It was late afternoon, the golden light of the setting sun streaming through the window, painting the scene in warm hues. They'd just finished a long study session, and the easy camaraderie between them was palpable.
"This is exactly what I needed," Chloe sighed contentedly, taking a bite of her burger. "My brain feels fried, pun intended."
Marcus chuckled, nudging her playfully. "Mine too. But at least we're here now, right?" He leaned closer to Chloe, his eyes sparkling with a familiar mischief. "You know, Chloe, even when your brain is fried, you're still the brightest star in the room."
Chloe giggled, a sweet, happy sound. "Oh, stop it, you!" But her smile widened, and she playfully poked his arm. Liam, across the table, was already feeling that familiar warmth spread through him. He loved these moments, loved watching the effortless flirtation between his girlfriend and his best friend. He took a sip of his drink, his gaze fixed on them, an active and delighted observer.
Marcus's hand, almost instinctively, found Chloe's cheek, his thumb gently caressing her skin. He leaned in slowly, his eyes locking with hers, a tender invitation. Chloe met his gaze, a soft blush spreading across her face as she instinctively poked out the tip of her tongue. Marcus accepted the offering, gently extending his own tongue to meet hers. It was a soft, warm dance of tongues, a series of tender, open-mouthed kisses, their faces close, almost melded together in a bubble of shared affection. Liam watched, his heart swelling with a unique joy. He saw the pure delight in Chloe's eyes, the unbridled affection in Marcus's, and it filled him with a profound sense of rightness.
"Mmm, you taste even better than a milkshake," Marcus whispered, pulling back just an inch, a playful grin on his face.
Chloe giggled, her cheeks now a deeper shade of pink. "And your kisses are definitely more satisfying than fries!"
They both laughed softly, wiping their lips with napkins. Then, Chloe turned to Liam, her eyes shining with love and complicity. She reached across the table, taking his hand firmly. "This is our little secret, isn't it?" she whispered, her voice full of tenderness. "Our beautiful, open secret."
Liam squeezed her hand back, his heart overflowing. "It is, my love. All ours."
As they sat there, finishing their meal, Chloe, with a natural grace, extended her left hand to Marcus, who immediately took it. Liam held her right hand. It was a silent, powerful affirmation of their unique dynamic, a tender cuckloading that felt nothing short of perfect for Liam. He felt connected to both of them, a part of a beautiful, unconventional triad of affection.
The ride home was filled with comfortable silence, punctuated by occasional soft laughter. Once they pulled into the driveway, Marcus turned to Chloe, his face alight with affection from their afternoon. He leaned over and gave her a long, contented kiss, a final, joyful embrace after their shared moments. "Thanks for a great afternoon, Chloe," he murmured, his voice husky with warmth. "You're truly one of a kind."
Chloe smiled, her eyes heavy with sleep. "You too, Marcus. Always."
By the time they stepped inside, the long afternoon had clearly caught up with Chloe. She yawned widely, swaying slightly. "I think I'm done for the day," she mumbled, leaning against Liam.
"You certainly are," Liam said with a gentle laugh, wrapping an arm around her. He looked at Marcus. "Hey, there's an extra room down the hall if you want to crash here tonight. No need to head back just yet."
Marcus nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks, man. I appreciate that."
Liam helped Chloe settle into bed, pulling the covers over her. She was already drifting off, a soft, content sigh escaping her lips. He slipped in beside her, pulling her close, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. He knew Marcus was just down the hall, and for Liam, there was a profound peace in knowing that the two people he cherished most were safe and sound under the same roof. He held Chloe tight, her soft breathing a lullaby. This was his love, unconventional and deeply fulfilling, a tender embrace of shared joy and understanding.