The evening air carried a warm breeze as {{user}} stepped onto the neatly paved walkway leading to the Roberts' front door. They were there after being invited by Dylan and Judah to hang out, but the brothers didn't specify when. Three firm knocks echoed through the doorway. After a moment of muffled noises—footsteps, the faint clink of glass—the door creaked open. Standing there, framed by the warm light of the home’s interior, was Clara Roberts; the famous fashion designer. Her appearance was striking, though noticeably disheveled. Her auburn hair, usually tied up with precision, hung loosely in her ponytail, stray strands escaping to frame her flushed face. In her hand, she held a half-empty glass of red wine. Clara leaned against the door frame, her soft brown eyes narrowing slightly as she blinked to focus on {{user}}. Her expression was both curious and tired, her lips curling into a crooked smile. A faint scent of wine wafted through the doorway, mingling with her expensive floral perfume. "Well, well," she slurred lightly, her voice warm yet noticeably unsteady. "Who do we have here? You’re… uh…" Clara’s gaze shifted, as though she were trying to place {{user}}, but her thoughts seemed scattered. She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Forgive me, I’m terrible with names tonight." She tilted her head, studying {{user}} for a moment, before straightening slightly, though the movement made her stumble just enough to grab the edge of the door for support. "You must be here for Dylan or Judah, right? That’s what kids do these days, isn’t it? Come on in, hang out, talk about… video games, or… or fashion? Or whatever it is you all talk about…"

"Oh, you're Dylan's boyfriend!" she exclaimed with sudden realization, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "I didn't expect... you know what? I don't care. Come on in! The more the merrier." Clara stepped aside to allow User#1739127984645 to enter, closing the door behind them. She gestured for them to follow her into the living room where her husband August was seated on the couch, his attention divided between a football game on TV and their son Judah, who was showing off his newest video game acquisition. "Guys," Clara announced, her voice carrying through the room, "we have company!" As both men glanced up from what they were doing, User#1739127984645 found himself suddenly aware of being the center of attention in this otherwise cozy scene.

"Well hello there," Clara drawled as she settled herself into an armchair opposite the couch, kicking off her black boots and resting one leg demurely atop the other. "I'm Clara, Dylan and Judah's mom." She paused for a moment before adding with another crooked smile, "And August's wife." Her husband chuckled softly beside her on the couch. "Please make yourself comfortable. We were just enjoying some... quality time together, I suppose you could say." Clara gestured at the TV and the game console nearby.

"And you must be...?" Clara prompted with a tipsy grin, her gaze sharpening slightly as she fixed it on User#1739127984645. "I'm terrible at remembering names." Her leg slid back to the floor, revealing a few inches of toned, pale flesh. She licked her lips slowly before leaning forward to refill her wineglass from a nearby table. "You know, I don't believe we've been properly introduced," she continued with a sly smile. "Maybe that should be our first order of business?"

"Maz? How lovely," Clara cooed with an almost musical lilt to her voice. "And you must be Dylan's..." She trailed off, studying the other man carefully before finishing, "... special friend?" Her lips curved up into a knowing smile as she took another sip of wine. "Well, Maz, it's lovely to finally meet you."

She glanced over at August, who chuckled again and gave her a reassuring pat on the knee. "Don't worry, dear," he said with amusement in his voice. "I'm sure Maz here won't bite... not unless that's what you're into, of course." Clara laughed heartily at the joke, shaking her head and waving him off while casting a glance back at Maz, curiosity and perhaps a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes.

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Clara's lips parted in surprise at Maz's suggestive comment. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red and her gaze shifted between him and August. For a moment, she seemed uncertain how to react. Then, with a small laugh that held just the faintest hint of nervousness, she said: "Well, maybe you can show me later..." She paused for dramatic effect before adding almost teasingly: "If August doesn't mind." She glanced at her husband again, who laughed along with her. It was a strange dynamic to observe; Clara seemed both dominated and dominant in this relationship. But there was no denying the mutual affection they shared or the respect they had for each other's boundaries. Even though their arrangement included having other partners, it was clear that August and Clara's love remained strong and true.

"You two can go at it later," August chimed in

"Well," she drawled with an amused grin, "I suppose we'll just have to wait and see." She leaned back into the armchair, lifting her wineglass to take a sip as her eyes roamed over Maz's body. "In the meantime," she continued after swallowing, "why don't you tell us more about yourself? What do you like to do for fun?" Her tone was casual but deliberately flirtatious, and there was no mistaking the invitation in her words.

"Well," Clara said with a pleased smile, "it's good to know you have such an adventurous spirit." She raised her glass again, offering Maz a companionable clink. "And speaking of family...," she began, tilting her head toward Dylan and Judah, who were now deep in conversation about something video game-related, "what do you think of our little brood? Do they keep you entertained?" She giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

As she listened to Maz's response, Clara couldn't help but reflect on the unique dynamic in their family. Despite having an open relationship, their love for one another remained strong and constant. And while they each had their own interests and pursuits, they always found time to come together as a unit - whether it was over dinner or just enjoying each other's company. It was a testament to the strength of their bond

Her smile brightened at Maz's words, and she took another sip of wine before asking, "So what brought you here tonight? It's not often we get a visitor on one of Dylan's... let's call them 'less popular' nights." There was an amused gleam in her eye as she said it. She glanced over at August again, who chuckled along with her, his gaze meeting hers for a moment before returning to the television screen. It was clear that despite their open relationship and respect for each other's freedom, they still found joy in teasing one another playfully.

As she listened to Maz share more about himself and their mutual interests, Clara found herself growing increasingly intrigued by this new addition to their family circle. Maybe tonight wouldn't just be about catching up with old friends after all; perhaps it would be the start of something new and exciting

"Well, you're certainly in luck," Clara responded with a wink. "There might just be some surprises in store for everyone tonight." She smiled encouragingly at Maz before adding: "You know how we like to celebrate around here. And since you've been such a good friend to Dylan over the years..." Her voice trailed off suggestively, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken but clearly implied.

She glanced again at August, who chuckled in response, his expression reflecting an equal mix of amusement and affection for both Clara and Maz. It was clear that despite their open arrangement, they all valued loyalty and friendship above all else - and appreciated when others shared those values too.

"Oh, really?" Clara drawled, arching an eyebrow. "And do you remember how I told you to celebrate with us tonight?" Her tone teased as she leaned in closer, gaze fixed on Maz's face. The room seemed to grow suddenly warmer, the air thick with anticipation and desire.

As Maz shifted uncomfortably under her unspoken suggestion, Clara smiled knowingly. She loved being the center of attention - whether it was through designing clothes or enjoying the limelight in a different kind of arena entirely. And right now, she knew that both she and August were holding all the cards... and Maz would play their game if he wanted to stay in it.

"Well," Clara drawled slowly, her gaze roaming over Maz's body in a predatory sweep, "I suppose we'll just have to remind you how we like to celebrate around here..." Her voice dropped to a whisper and she took another sip of wine before continuing, "And don't worry. We won't bite... unless that's what you want." There was a barely concealed challenge in her words as her gaze locked with Maz's once more, daring him to respond.

"Oh?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward in her chair. "You like it rough?" She smiled at August as she said this, enjoying the look of amusement on his face before turning back to Maz with a wicked grin. "All right, then," she breathed, reaching out slowly and trailed a fingertip down his chest. "Let's celebrate... in style." Her touch was feather-light but deliberately provocative as her gaze locked onto his. "And you can show me how much you appreciate it by..." Her voice drifted off suggestively, and she paused expectantly for him to finish the thought before sliding another finger lower on his abdomen.

Meanwhile, August chuckled softly from where he sat beside her on the couch, watching with interest as their little game played out before them. "Careful there, Clara,"

A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face at Maz's reply as she straightened in the chair, eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh?" she teased, running a finger over his lips before leaning forward and brushing them with hers. "And which would you prefer tonight?" Her breath was hot against his skin, sending shivers down his spine despite the warmth of the room. She knew how to play this game as well as anyone; it was part instinct, part practice from years of experience both in fashion and outside of it.

With a soft laugh, she leaned back in her chair once more, watching him intently over the rim of her wine glass. "We'll see," she said cryptically before glancing at August and raising her eyebrows meaningfully. Their eyes met for a moment before he looked away, chuckling again and shaking his head. It was almost as though they

"Oh, it's so hard to choose," she crooned with mock reluctance, her gaze never leaving his face as she took another sip of wine. "Maybe we should just see where the night takes us." She let out a soft laugh before adding more seriously, "I do enjoy a man who knows how to please a woman. So show me what you've got, hmm?" Her voice was low and seductive now, laced with anticipation as she watched his reaction to her words carefully.

Meanwhile, August chuckled again from where he sat beside her on the couch, sipping at his own drink but never taking his eyes off of them for long. It was clear that this game they were playing had their full attention; all else seemed to fade into the background as they focused solely on each other and the dynamic unfolding between them.

With each button that opened and revealed more skin, Clara felt herself growing more aroused. Her eyes never left Maz's as he continued to undress her, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. When at last he had pushed aside her bra and bared her breasts to the cool air in the room, she let out a small moan of appreciation. "Oh, that feels wonderful," she murmured, arching her back slightly, offering him better access to her aching nipples.

Her gaze shifted momentarily to August, who was watching them with a knowing smile on his face. "See?" she purred, "I told you he knew how to please a woman." She turned her attention back to Maz as he leaned forward, taking one of her breasts into his mouth and sucking hard on the nipple, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

As she felt him begin to