Couple Foursome Stories Novels & Stories

Angel says, elbowing him to cheer him up, "Maybe we can find another set of best friends and fuck them at the same time again." "I fear that was a one in a lifetime type of luck," Eros laughs and lifts his fist so Angel can bump it. I just stare at them with my mouth hanging open, "What? You've never had a foursome with a friend?" "No," I spit out, looking from Angel to Eros a few times, "When did that happen? And why? How?"

She went on embarrassedly, "I mean this is only your fifth time doing this this year?" "Never done this before today and already you can't imagine only once a month?" teased Sara. Erika just looked embarrassed. Peter came to her rescue, sort of. "I said four couples, I didn't say four times. Deb and Paul, and Wendy and Francis both were reciprocal visits." "Wendy and Francis Hofstedder?" both Erika and I exclaimed, looking at each other. Our looks told us that our reaction was part shock... and part recognition that we DID in fact know another couple more than hot enough to consider. All four of us laughed at once.

She had been a virgin when I first met her, what are the chances she met someone else right after me and got pregnant. She never told me. Hell, I didn’t even know her last name back then. Neither did she know mine. I never bothered to go after her that night, I mean what could I have said to her, she had met my wife, now ex wife and lala had made sure to scare her away, I never thought our paths would cross again, I hoped but that was all. But now, she was here. In my building. Applying for a job in my company, and I was engaged to someone else. Someone new who is not even my ex wife. A lot can happen in four years. Clearly.

Their story becomes a testament to the enduring power of love. In the end, the beginning of a romance is just the start of an incredible journey. It's a journey that holds the promise of continued growth, shared dreams, and a love that stands the test of time. As the story unfolds, the couple discovers that their love story is a beautiful tapestry, woven together from countless moments, shared dreams, and unwavering commitment. And they continue to write their love story, one chapter at a time, knowing that the best is yet to come.

As nightfall approached, I anxiously fiddled with my dress, waiting for Marc to enter the room as he had promised. Earlier, there had been a heated argument among his wives, with Jade, the third wife, who claimed that she was told she would be the last. Blair, on the other hand, couldn't bear the thought of sharing her husband with another woman more beautiful than her and demanded that I be kicked out. Rona simply insisted that Marc sends me packing without offering a reason. As a maid led me to the bedroom, I already knew that my time here would not be easy. Never in my twenty years of existence did I imagine that I would end up marrying a man with three wives and becoming the fourth.

“Can I get you another drink?” Shaking my head, I answered her smile with one of my own. “No, I’m fine. I’m actually waiting for someone, and he’s running a little late. I was wondering if …..” The blonde’s smile cracked. Her eyes darted around at the milling people that stood laughing and joking in groups around the bar. “Don’t tell me, you hooked up with a biker last night and was hoping to run into him again tonight.” She sighed heavily. “Look, honey, I don’t want to burst your bubble but these guys.” She gave a nod that seemed to encompass the whole room. “They don’t do relationships. They don’t come back for seconds. Do yourself a favour and move on. No good has ever come from chasing a

“Everything okay?” I let out a breath. “Let’s just say I met some... interesting people by the pool.” “Interesting how?” “Just this weird couple in an open marriage.” “An open marriage?” He shakes his head. “People are wild.” “Wild doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I laugh. “I just want to spend time with you without getting dragged into someone else’s drama.”

Blake sighed, already knowing he’d be stuck with people he didn’t want to work with. Mr. Dawson ignored the complaints, picking up a sheet of paper. “I’ve already assigned the groups, so listen up.” Blake leaned back in his seat, waiting. The teacher started listing off names, and then— “Group four: Blake, Catherine, Charlie, Amelia, Jake, and Lisa.” Blake stiffened. Charlie let out a low whistle. “Well, this just got interesting.” Blake’s eyes flickered toward Amelia, who was sitting two rows ahead. She had a neutral expression, but he saw the way her fingers curled slightly against her desk.

Jared exclaimed. I laughed hard, snuggling closer to Justin. The whole group was seated at Everett’s and Xyla's mini sitting room at their palace. "Yeah! I have always wondered about that too. I mean, they were the first to found love, and now, every single couple here is married and they are not!" Jessica exclaimed, agreeing with Jared. "Oh common, we weren't the first to fall in love. Caroline and Jackson, were already a thing. Even Xavier and Jared were already rolling in the sheets." I defended.

Maybe not as often as when we were younger, but the important thing is that warmth is maintained. Dwi really satisfies me in bed, since with him I have learned many things in love, maybe my husband used to be a hooker, as well as my past failures or life that used to be naughty. Oh well, we've buried all the past memories together, let's all be stories. Now only with my husband, Sintia and Dwi together spend the night, carve dreams, reach goals, sail the ocean of love and household. I kissed my husband and I whispered sweet words in his ear.