A Night of Wild Threesome Passion

A few months back, I lived out a fantasy that still sets my skin on fire just thinking about it.

Last week, I nudged my husband, Nathan, to pull up the footage from that unforgettable night we’d had. We were tangled up in bed when he grinned and asked, “That guy, Derek, hasn’t been blowing up your phone, has he?” I smirked and admitted Derek had reached out, even tossing out a cash offer for another round with me. Nathan queued up the videos from that steamy motel night, and watching myself lose control had me buzzing. That evening was pure ecstasy – Nathan’s wild side never fails to leave me completely satisfied.

But there’s always this craving for something bolder, a little more reckless. So, I started texting Derek again. He’s a charming guy, refined, married, just chasing a thrill like me. He promised to book a fancy hotel and cover some cash for us to make it happen again. I shared the texts with Nathan – because we’re an open book – and let’s just say it sparked a night of passion so intense, I was still sore the next day. Nathan’s a phenomenal lover.

I teased Derek along for a while before agreeing, “Fine, let’s hit a club, dance, and you bring that money you mentioned.” Honestly, I’d do it for nothing. I’m crazy about Nathan, but Derek’s touch hits a different nerve. We met at a swanky downtown lounge, sipping martinis and downing a few shots, the alcohol loosening my limbs and firing me up for what was coming – a night with two men who couldn’t keep their hands off me.

I wore a skin-tight red dress, plunging neckline, and no bra, letting my curves do the talking. Derek’s eyes were glued to me. He leaned in and said, “Let’s find a hotel with a glass elevator so I can watch you move from every angle. Your hips, those thighs, that chest – they’re unreal.” I replied, “Nathan’s driving, I’m riding in the back with you.” The three of us are all in on this game, and we love it. Nathan chuckled from the driver’s seat, “Where am I taking you lovebirds?” I slid close to Derek, swaying my hips to the car’s low music, feeling him harden under his jeans. I unzipped him, revealing his thick, pulsing length – ten inches of pure heat from Atlanta. I worked him with my mouth, my tongue tracing every ridge, struggling to take even half of him as his size stretched my lips, my breath hot and heavy against his skin.

We pulled up to a boutique hotel with a sleek glass elevator. Derek asked Nathan, “Can I film her with my phone, just us going up?” Nathan nodded, grinning. Derek trailed me into the elevator, his phone capturing every sway of my hips as my dress rode up, barely covering my thong. He whispered filthy promises – “I’m gonna make you scream tonight” – and my body responded, nipples hard, heat pooling between my thighs. In the elevator, he dropped to his knees, pulling my thong aside and diving in with his tongue, lapping at me with slow, deliberate strokes. His fingers gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he sucked gently on my clit, sending shocks through my core. I came hard, my moans bouncing off the glass walls, my knees buckling as he held me up, his mouth relentless until I was trembling.

Nathan joined us in the suite, and the two of them had me naked in seconds, my dress a crumpled heap on the floor. Derek’s all about making me the star, so I returned the favor, kneeling before him, taking his thick shaft in my mouth. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting him, while my hands stroked what I couldn’t fit. Nathan watched, his own desire clear, as Derek’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me deeper. Then Derek flipped me around, his lips and tongue exploring my ass, teasing the sensitive skin there. I’m not ready for more back there, but the way he worked me with his mouth – wet, warm, and unapologetic – had me dripping. Nathan’s just as filthy, and the two of them together push every button I have.

I climbed onto Derek on the plush velvet couch, straddling him, my body ready for his size after our past encounters. I sank down slowly, feeling every inch stretch me, my walls gripping him tight as I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. I rode him hard, my hips grinding, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room. His hands gripped my ass, spanking me lightly as I moved faster, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. He groaned, his release hitting me in waves, hot and messy across my chest. I licked a bit off my fingers – his clean lifestyle makes it surprisingly sweet.

We took a breather, slipping into the suite’s hot tub. I wore a barely – there bikini, the fabric clinging to my soaked skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Derek’s eyes devoured me, his rough hands kneading my ass, the calluses scraping my skin in a way that made me ache. He pulled me close, his mouth finding my core again, his tongue flicking slow and deep, teasing my folds until I was clutching his head, gasping. I gripped his shaft, stroking hard, whispering, “I want all of you, every inch.” He eased into me, slower this time, letting me feel every thick, throbbing inch as I arched back, offering myself fully. I moved with him, doggy-style, my body his to command, his hands pulling my hips back to meet his deep, rhythmic thrusts.