My husband shared me with his cousin—and I loved every second

Lucas had that look in his eye—the one that meant trouble, the kind I fucking love. We were sitting in the living room, wine in hand, when his cousin Miguel walked in. Eleven years in Ireland had left him with that rugged, weathered look, his beard a little grayer but his shoulders just as broad. Divorce had hung over him like a shadow, but tonight? Tonight, Lucas was gonna make sure he forgot all about it.

“You should relax, mate,” Lucas said, clapping Miguel on the back. “Minerva here’s got a way of making men forget their problems.” He winked at me, and my cunt throbbed. I knew exactly where this was going.

Miguel laughed, but his eyes flicked to my tits, then lower. “That so?”

I licked my lips. “Why don’t you find out?”

Lucas didn’t waste time. He pulled me onto his lap, his hands rough on my thighs, fingers slipping under my skirt. “She’s got the tightest little cunt, cousin. And she loves to share.”

Miguel’s breath hitched. I could see his cock straining against his jeans. Fuck, he was big.

I didn’t wait. I crawled over to him, my tits swaying, and unzipped his fly. His cock sprang out, thick and already leaking. “Mmm, someone’s eager,” I purred before taking him deep.

Lucas groaned behind me. “That’s it, baby. Show him how good you suck cock.”

I did. I sucked Miguel like I was starving for it, my tongue swirling around his head, my lips tight as I swallowed him down. He tasted salty, masculine, and I moaned around him, loving the way his hips jerked.

Then Lucas was behind me, yanking my panties aside and shoving two fingers into my soaked pussy. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled. “You love this, don’t you? Love being our little slut.”

I whimpered around Miguel’s cock, nodding. Because I did. I fucking loved it.

Miguel pulled me off him, his grip rough. “Turn around,” he ordered. “I wanna see that ass.”

I obeyed, presenting myself like the good whore I was. Lucas spread my cheeks, and I heard Miguel’s sharp inhale. “Christ, she’s perfect.”

Then his tongue was on me, licking slow, wet stripes over my arsehole. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the couch. “Oh fuck—!”

Lucas laughed, slapping my arse. “Told you she’d do it. She’ll let you fuck her anywhere.”

Miguel didn’t hesitate. He spit on my hole, then pushed a thick finger inside. I cried out, my body shaking. “Yes, yes, fuck—!”

Lucas lined his cock up with my pussy and slammed in, making me scream. Then Miguel was there, his cock pressing against my arse. “You ready for this, Min?”

I nodded frantically. “Please—fuck me, both of you—!”

And they did.

Miguel pushed in slow, his cock stretching me wide, while Lucas fucked my pussy hard. The pain was sharp, delicious, and I came almost instantly, my body clamping down on them both.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Miguel groaned, his hands bruising my hips.

Lucas leaned over me, biting my shoulder. “Take it, baby. Take both of us like the greedy slut you are.”

I did. I took every inch, every thrust, until Miguel was pounding into my arse like a man possessed. Lucas matched him stroke for stroke, my pussy gripping him tight.

Then Miguel pulled out, flipping me onto my back. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, and I did, just in time for him to spill his load across my tongue. Lucas followed, filling my pussy until it dripped down my thighs.

We were a mess—sweaty, spent, and fucking satisfied.

Miguel collapsed onto the couch, grinning. “Best fucking welcome home ever.”

Lucas kissed me, deep and possessive. “Told you she was good.”

And I was.

Because when it comes to cock, I’m fucking perfect.