Romans & histoires Wife Threesome Sex Stories

Her moans of pleasure filled the room, driving me to go harder. “Yes, fuck me rough! I love it!” she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. As I focused on Sherry, I added a fourth finger to her throbbing pu**y and kept going. Allison positioned herself above me, guiding her pu**y to my lips. I began using my tongue on her while I fingered Sherry. It was a lot of work, but I found myself able to multitask. If anyone had told me I could find myself having some sort of a lesbian threesome, I wouldn't have believed, but look at me, having the best time of my life.

My brow furrowed in rage, but the dummy in front of me is simply too stupid to understand. "It's great to have sex with two guys. One will be in the front, the others in the back, and we will all snap while fucking like there's no tomorrow, and you will scream my name." He declares, advising… Gush. Only God knows who's advicing about threesome erotic sex. As I breathe in, I force myself not to let my breath out because letting my breath out will turn me into a murderer. "Of course, I'm going to pay you five hundred million dollars for your services." He added.

They filmed nothing Mark’s rule but the memories burned into her. One particularly intense night, they had her in the oversized shower. Jax held her up against the tiles, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. Marcus stood behind, sliding into her ass at the same time. Mark fed her his cock from the side, stroking her clit until she came so hard her vision whited out and milk sprayed from her nipples in thin streams. The three men filled her simultaneously, then watched as cum and water ran down her trembling thighs. “You’re getting so full,” Marcus murmured, rubbing her belly. “Carrying three and still hungry for more cock. Such a good shared wife.”

Camille reached down and rubbed her daughter’s clit while Thabo pounded her, their bodies hot, sticky, and trembling. The prolonged, filthy threesome lasted for hours — Thabo rotating between their mouths, pussies, and even fucking their tits while they kissed and licked each other’s cum-filled holes. The rich scent of wine mixed with the sharp, musky smell of sweat and sex as the mother and daughter came repeatedly, their bodies shaking and squirting together. By the end, both women lay trembling on the table, covered in layers of sweat, bruises, and thick cum, their holes gaping and leaking. Isabella looked at her mother with hazy, adoring eyes. “Maman… we both belong to him now.”

We did more positions as they tried to release all their loads in my mouth, inside my pussy, my chest, all over my body. That night wasn’t the last time we had a threesome. It continued for the rest of our stay on that island. Even after we came back home, we were still doing it. Sometimes it’s only me and Mortel. Sometimes it’s me and Roscoe, and most of the time the three of us. To keep ourselves healthy and clean, we were having a regular check up and made sure that everything was under control. A month later… I was looking at the pregnancy test as the two lines flashed on it. I gulped and shook my head, tears started to roll down my eyes.

It was our dirty little pact to keep our dicks and cunts satisfied, soaked, and sore. But marriage fucked that up. No more random dicks wrecking my cunt unless Drey’s there — watching, stroking, joining in. Threesomes became our nasty little ritual —cum-drenched orgies with the private chef, the plumber, the immigration agent, even the fucking mayor. Drey’s deep in politics, so our bed’s been a cum-soaked playground for every powerful bastard we meet. I fucking loved it — every brutal thrust, every animal grunt, every stranger’s rough hands slapping my juicy ebony ass red.

She suggested, grinning from ear to ear, knowing very much that was an impossible suggestion. "No, can't do. I like boys, not that I like them, I like the sex they offer. Especially the ones with the big dicks." "Remember that delivery guy we had a threesome with the other day? He was so huge. I found it difficult to walk for a week!" "Same here!" "Gross, you guys had a threesome? Can't we have a normal conversation without sex?!" Riri complained with a weary groan. "No. You know we are always here to help if you have any questions about sex."

I turned away, feeling a bit awkward, but because I was close to them, I could still hear their conversation. "Fvck, I had a great threesome last night! The twins were so fvcking wild in bed!" "Hey, be careful with threesomes; the girl might have a disease!" "I know when a girl is clean or not; I don't fvck a prostitute, dude, and I am clean, you idiot!"

It had been even longer since Bob had fucked his wife eagerly enough to leave her feeling it the next day. Teasing her husband about having a bisexual threesome with Freddie had worked like a charm. Bob had gotten so horny and excited, even after their youngest daughter had just made him cum, and for the first time she thought one of her dirtiest and most secret fantasies might actually come true. Although Bob had had his cock in her pussy when he said he'd do the threesome with Freddie so she couldn't be sure if he would really follow through.

After she ended the call, the other guy took her mouth without wasting time. He held her head and moved deep while the first guy banged her harder from behind. Lia was caught between them, her body used from both ends in a raw threesome. They groaned with pleasure, their hands all over her. She followed every silent demand with shame burning inside. Tears fell freely, but she didn’t fight. They were too strong, too dangerous, and she had no escape. They kept switching, taking turns in every position they wanted, fucking her like she belonged to them for the night. The bed creaked loudly. Their bodies slapped against hers. Lia cried through it all, disgust thick in her throat, yet she obeyed