Mfm

John’s Valentine’s gift wasn’t chocolates—it was Paul. My husband’s wicked grin promised what his email delivered: a silver-fox stranger’s number, his deep voice already curling molten in my ear when I called. Your fantasy, babe. One week later, I’m sipping martinis in a hotel bar, sheer stockings whispering beneath a skirt short enough to make Paul’s eyes burn. His fingers stroke my thigh, slow and possessive, while John watches—loves—every filthy glance exchanged. “There’s a room upstairs,” Paul purrs, his grip tightening. Yes.

John’s growl seals my fate—“Go for it”—before I glide to room 109, my thong soaked, hips swaying. Paul’s mouth claims mine the moment the door shuts, his thick fingers tearing lace aside to plunge into my dripping cunt. “Fuck, you’re desperate,” he rasps, shoving me onto the bed. I ride his cock raw, beg him to take my ass, scream as he fills me, owns me, marks me with cum slicked across my trembling skin.

Returning to John, my smudged lipstick and shaking legs tell him everything. His fist twists in my hair, cock stretching my throat as he drives us home…but will our hunger for Paul end here—or has Valentine’s Day just unlocked something far darker?

My husband has always been kinky in the bedroom and wants to try new things. We lived in Germany when he was in the army and had seen many different kinds of sex films. One night in the bedroom after watching some videos, we were on the bed… He started eating my pussy. It felt great as usual, but he then suggested something totally off the wall-he asked me if I thought I’d enjoy 2 guys doing me at the same time. It sounded so like the wall that I broke into him and said, “No, you’re crazy… But deep in my head, it excited me. He stopped talking about it and we just did our thing… sex as usual.