Rebecca and George were lounging on their plush living room couch, sipping glasses of rich red wine. The fire crackled and popped in the background, casting a warm glow over the room.
Rebecca, her long auburn hair cascading down her shoulders, turned to George with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, I've been thinking..."
George raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."
"Well," she began, tracing her finger along the rim of her wine glass. "I've been having this fantasy. A threesome, with Donna."
George nearly choked on his wine. "You're kidding, right?"
Rebecca chuckled. "No, I'm quite serious. I want to see Donna dominate you, physically. I want to see her overpower you, make you submit."
George's brow furrowed. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that."
Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're afraid of a little competition."
"It's not that," George protested. "It's just..."
Rebecca cut him off. "I thought you were a man, George. I thought you could handle it."
George's competitive streak flared. "Fine. I'll do it."
Rebecca grinned. "That's the spirit. I'll call Donna right now."
She pulled out her phone and dialed Donna's number. After a few rings, Donna answered.
"Hey, Rebecca. What's up?"
"I have a proposition for you," Rebecca purred. "Are you free tonight?"
Donna's interest was piqued. "I might be. What's the proposition?"
"A threesome," Rebecca said bluntly. "With George."
Donna laughed. "Now that's an interesting idea. I'm in."
Rebecca hung up the phone and turned to George. "Donna will be here soon. We should discuss the details."
Donna arrived a short while later, dressed in a tight black leather jacket and skinny jeans. She sauntered into the living room, her eyes locked on George.
"Well, hello there, George," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "I've heard a lot about you."
George stood up, trying to assert his dominance. "And I've heard a lot about you, Donna."
Donna chuckled. "Oh, I doubt that. But I'm happy to fill you in."
She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs. Rebecca sat down next to her, a wicked grin on her face.
Donna turned to George. "So, Rebecca tells me you're up for a little physical competition."
George nodded. "That's right."
Donna raised an eyebrow. "Really? I find that hard to believe."
George bristled. "Why do you say that?"
Donna gestured to her own muscular frame. "I'm a personal trainer, George. I know a thing or two about strength and endurance. I doubt you can keep up with me."
Rebecca encouraged the banter. "Oh, come on, George. Don't be afraid to show off your skills."
George hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. Let's do it."
Donna grinned. "Excellent. I challenge you to a wrestling match, George. Loser strips down to their underwear."
Rebecca clapped her hands together. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
George and Donna stood up, facing each other. Donna was a good head taller than George, and her muscles rippled under her shirt.
They began to wrestle, grunting and straining against each other. Donna easily overpowered George, pinning him to the ground.
Rebecca cheered her on. "Yes, Donna! Show him who's boss!"
Donna stood up, George still pinned beneath her. "Well, George? Are you ready to strip down?"
George's face was flushed with embarrassment, but he nodded. He slowly began to undress, revealing his toned chest and abs.
Donna chuckled. "Nice try, George. But I'm not impressed."
She easily lifted George overhead, his naked body on display. Rebecca was turned on by the display of strength.
Donna playfully taunted George. "You're completely vulnerable now, George. How does it feel?"
Rebecca joined in. "Yeah, George. How does it feel to be completely dominated?"
George was turned on by the humiliation, his cock beginning to harden.
Rebecca noticed. "Oh, look at that. George is enjoying this more than he let on."
Donna grinned. "I think it's time we take this to the bedroom."
The three of them retired to the bedroom, the real fun about to begin.
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