Threesome Trilogy (part 1) - the surprise

I first met my wife in the golden haze of our college days. From the moment our eyes locked, magnetic sexual chemistry ignited between us, a spark that refused to fade. Our weekends became a ritual of indulgence—drinks, dinner, and nights that transformed into intimate explorations. We ventured into the uncharted territories of desire, discovering that our cravings aligned perfectly. Every act and every kink became a shared journey, a testament to our insatiable hunger for each other.

Yet, there was one fantasy that lingered in the shadows of my mind, a tantalizing thought I was hesitant to voice: the threesome. To me, it was the epitome of eroticism, a dynamic that promised an unparalleled sensual experience. My ex had flirted with the idea, weaving it into our dirty talk, but it remained a fantasy, never materializing into reality. My girlfriend, now my wife, never spoke of it, but I sensed a latent curiosity within her.

One sun-drenched Saturday afternoon, I arrived home to a scene that would forever be etched in my memory. My girlfriend and her friend were lounging in the pool, margaritas in hand, their laughter carrying on the warm breeze. They had reached that delightful stage of tipsiness, where inhibitions melted away, and everything seemed possible. Their tight bikinis clung to their glistening bodies, revealing tantalizing glimpses of cleavage and curves that made my pulse quicken.

As I joined them, the air crackled with a newfound energy. Flirtation flowed freely, and soon, they were playfully probing my sexual preferences. My girlfriend, ever the provocateur, teased, “Well, you may just have to watch and see what he likes.” Their giggles were infectious, and I found myself caught in the whirlwind of their allure.

I retreated to the kitchen to mix another round of cocktails, leaving them to their whispers as they changed upstairs. The silence from the bedroom piqued my curiosity, and I decided to investigate. As I approached the bedroom door, slightly ajar, I heard soft, breathless giggles. My heart raced with anticipation.

Pushing the door open, I was greeted by a sight that took my breath away, stopped my heart, and erected my manhood. They were on the bed, touching and kissing, lost in each other’s embrace. My girlfriend’s eyes met mine, a silent invitation that spoke volumes. This was her plan, her fantasy brought to life. I undressed slowly, savoring the moment as they continued their exploration.

I joined them on the bed, my hands deftly removing their clothes. Their bodies responded to my touch, soft moans escaping their lips as my fingers traced the wet heat between their legs. The sight of them kissing, their tongues entwined, was a vision of pure eroticism. I buried my face between their thighs, my tongue dancing over their clits, reveling in the symphony of their pleasure.

My girlfriend’s friend took over, her mouth replacing mine on my wife’s slick pussy lips. I watched, mesmerized, as my wife’s eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy. She reached for me, her hand wrapping around my throbbing shaft, her lips closing around it with a fervor that made me groan. The sight of her friend’s tongue working its magic on her only heightened my arousal.

“Baby, she eats me so well,” my wife moaned, her voice a sultry whisper. It was clear this was her deepest desire, to be worshipped by another woman. Her friend paused only to murmur, “Your boyfriend has a nice big cock,” her eyes locking with mine, a wicked smile playing on her lips. My girl, lost in the throes of pleasure, urged me, “Go fuck her; she needs it hard and deep.”

With an enthusiastic nod of assurance, I positioned myself behind her friend, her thick, inviting curves beckoning me. Her friend was back to her snack and stuck her massively thick cheeks in the air, holes itching for a stretch. Her tight little asshole was like a small button within her smooth mound of ass. I grazed her asshole as I went for one quick pussy kiss before I unleashed myself on it.

I gripped her thick hips with hand fulls of “side ass” and found my position mounting her from behind. I slid the full extent of my cock into her, something my girl struggled to do right away. I slid into her with a slow, deliberate thrust; her moan muffled by my girl’s pussy. The sensation was intoxicating, her tightness enveloping me as I began to fill and stretch it. My girlfriend watched, her eyes bright with lust, as I pounded into her friend, each thrust pushing her deeper into my girls pretty pussy.

My girlfriend was watching me as I stretched her friend when she began to cum. She was thinking about what her friend was feeling while making her friend taste her perfect puss, and she went into a feral orgasm. Her back arching and twisting as she grasped her friend’s head to hold between her legs. With a few screams, she climaxed and let her friend slowly kiss her.

They swapped positions without a word, and suddenly, I was standing behind my girl’s drenched, creamy pussy as she began to eat her friend. This was the first time she had ever eaten a girl, and I was so hard watching it happen. I had just been eating that pussy, too, and knew what she was tasting. I was now pounding my girlfriend, even tighter than her friend, when I knew this would send me over the edge.

Her friend watched with almost palpable intensity; she kept saying how beautiful my girlfriend is and how hot it was to be her first. Each thrust brought my lover closer to the edge, and the naughtiest glint in her friend’s gaze only heightened the electrifying atmosphere. As the crescendo of pleasure approached, her friend leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper that dripped with desire.

“Baby, you are the sexiest, most perfect pussy licker; I’m going to cum on your face,” she purred. Her eyes then locked onto mine with a command that was impossible to ignore, “And you,” she continued, her gaze searing into me, “cover your sexy girlfriend with your load. Pound that ass and cover it.”

The room seemed to vibrate with the symphony of our shared ecstasy. My lover’s moans evolved into a primal scream, her body convulsed as she succumbed to waves of orgasmic bliss. The intensity of her climax sent ripples through me, and I could feel her tightness grip me.

With a guttural groan, I pulled out, positioning myself over my lover’s perfect, trembling form. My release was volcanic, the first powerful jets of my essence arching through the air, splattering across her back and her friend’s belly.

The sheer volume of my release was a testament to the afternoon’s unrestrained, carnal indulgence. Her friend, still writhing in pleasure of her own climax, looked up at me with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger, her body a canvas of our shared, fiery passion.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, laughter bubbled up, a joyous release of tension. Her friend had never seen a shooter like that, and my girlfriend just said, “Yeah, he likes to make a mess.” We dressed, our bodies still humming with the afterglow, and made our way to the kitchen for a well-deserved snack. The memory of that afternoon lingered in our dirt talk, a reminder that our desires, no matter how wild, were always best-explored hand in hand.