Unexpected Threesome

My name’s Jake, and my wife, Emily, and I are your average couple. After seven years together, we figured it was time to shake things up in the bedroom. I’m 5’9”, 170 pounds — not ripped, but I keep in shape — with a solid, straight seven inches that I’ve never had complaints about. Emily’s a knockout: 5’3”, 110 pounds, with firm hips and perky breasts, her standout feature being those large, pointed nipples that add an extra spark.

It all started when Emily came home from a girls’ night, buzzing with stories about her friends — thirty-something women who lived unapologetically, juggling two or three lovers at a time. I’ll admit, it piqued my interest. I knew a couple of these wild friends of hers by reputation, and though I’d never crossed paths with them, the idea lit a fire. So, I decided to spice things up. Off I went to an adult store, loading up on toys — dildos, lube, a few costumes — and came home grinning, ready for some fun. For months, we went all out: I used a strap-on with her, took her from behind, doubled up with toys, tied her up, and worked her with a thick nine-incher. It kept us going for half a year, but eventually, the thrill faded. Emily stopped lighting up like she used to, and we slipped back into routine.

Then came a twist of fate. At a company party, I met Ryan, a new guy at work. He was sharp, easy to talk to, and brought his wife, Claire, along. We hit it off, chatting about everything from our jerk of a boss to the women in the office. By the end of the night, we were both buzzed, and Ryan offered me a ride home. Claire drove since we were in no shape to, and somehow, I didn’t notice we’d pulled up to their place instead of mine.

They invited me in for coffee, and I said sure, no big deal. Next thing I know, Ryan and I are on their couch, sipping whiskey over ice. I had no clue what was coming. Claire stepped out in sheer lingerie — her full, juicy breasts practically spilling through the bra, a neat patch visible under lace panties. I was floored. Before I could process it, she straddled me like it was nothing, her lips crashing into mine. That kiss — deep, electric — burned itself into my memory.

My pants tightened instantly. I ran my hands over her chest, her tongue diving into my mouth, her scent soft and intoxicating. My fingers slid down her thigh, brushing the edge of her panties, then slipping them aside to stroke her. She was already soaked, and my arousal hit overdrive. I pulled back mid-kiss to check on Ryan. There he was, sprawled in an armchair, pants down, working a massive tool—nine inches, he’d later brag — giving me a nod like it was all good. No hesitation left — I laid Claire back, yanked off her panties, and buried my face between her legs. She was dripping, and I lapped her up, hands kneading her breasts. She grabbed my head, pressing me hard against her as she shuddered through a climax.

I stood, shedding my pants. Claire glanced at Ryan, then dropped to her knees, freeing me from my boxers. She teased the tip, ran her tongue along the shaft, and took me in. Three minutes, and I was done, spilling into her mouth. I sank onto the couch, still rock-hard. She swallowed, climbed onto me, and lowered herself onto my length. I thrust up — or maybe she rode me — lost in the rhythm.

Ryan joined in, perching on the couch back, his giant length dangling near my face. Claire leaned over and sucked him while I kept going. The sight nearly pushed me over again, but I held off, suggesting a switch. Ryan flipped her onto all fours and plunged in deep — she yelped at the suddenness. I slid in front of her, and she took me in her mouth again. Ryan pounded away, his heavy rhythm echoing with slaps against her. Then she climbed onto him, facing me, and beckoned me to her back door. I’d done that with Emily solo, but never with another guy involved.

Ryan paused as I eased into Claire’s tight rear, feeling his girth pulsing through the thin divide. We found a groove — slow at first, then faster, deeper. Within minutes, Claire froze, trembling, fists clenched, lip bitten as a massive orgasm ripped through her. That tipped me over — I came hard, filling her up. Ryan pulled out, stroking furiously in front of her face. I stayed behind, still inside, as he unleashed a torrent — some even splashed me.

We collapsed on the couch, catching our breath, each lost in the aftermath. It was my first time like this, and honestly, I kept picturing Emily in Claire’s place, Ryan’s monster buried in her. But that’s a story for another day…

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