The Threesome with My Girlfriend and Her Ex Turned into an Orgy
I thought I would share her with a man for one night, but when she opened the door and I saw the other woman, it was already too late to back out.
I thought I would share her with a man for one night, but when she opened the door and I saw the other woman, it was already too late to back out.
She was asleep in bed. I left the bathroom with my towel knotted around me, crossed the hall, and found him waiting as if he knew I’d come looking for him.
When she opened the apartment door and looked us up and down, I understood that our fantasy was no longer just dinner-table talk.
I invited him to our table to help my husband, but when he closed the door, I knew I had let the enemy into our bed.
I went upstairs to the bathroom with one of them, never imagining I’d leave trembling, satisfied, and still burning all over.
My friend closed the door, looked at the men in the living room, and said that anyone who wanted to fuck should step forward. I was already wet before it began.
We traveled to reunite, but a few drinks, a steamy dance, and a confession ended with us fucking without restraint.
They took me to the office wearing a collar, and when I saw the men around the table, I understood exactly what they had prepared me for.
He didn’t ask me to stop. He asked for a place behind the half-open door, in silence, to watch what he no longer knew how to give his own wife.
I crept barefoot down the hallway while he slept, determined to give my husband the cuckolding he wanted so badly—but on my terms: he’d never know he already had it.
I told her she set the limit. What I didn’t expect was how much I would enjoy standing aside and watching others discover her.
We asked for the massage together so we wouldn’t be separated. What we didn’t know was that those four extra hands planned to stay until dawn.
We’d been seeing each other for six months as friends, never daring to do anything. That night, while we spun the bottle, I realized they wanted a lot more than our company.
When Renata opened her eyes and found Damián’s bed empty, she knew the night was not over for anyone in that house.
I’d been turning the idea over in my mind for weeks, but nothing prepared me for what I felt when the first unknown hands traced my skin in the dark.
She chose her clothes thinking of him, not her husband. That night she would stop being a faithful wife and become, for an entire weekend, another man’s woman.
We’d come to rekindle our relationship and ended up naked in front of two strangers in a cove only we knew that morning.
Her eyes shone in the dimness, fixed on me over her companion’s shoulder. She didn’t know me, but her gaze had already stripped me bare.
Lucía always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás waited on his knees with a cage between his legs.
When he told me he had bargained my price sitting at the bar, I should have been outraged. Instead I felt my cunt quiver imagining the scene.