Threesome

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 wife, Andrea, is still a knockout at 35. Dark, burning red hair, green eyes, great skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She’s as close to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After we were married, I realized how much she liked to wear nothing or as little around the house as possible. And I loved it.

One day I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the same time as the newspaper boy. He’s a nice, handsome guy about 18 and we said hello and he gave me the paper. At the same time I opened the door, and there was Andrea, staring naked! The paperboy got a huge grin on his face when his eyes took in my wife’s big body. Andrea slammed the door and the newspaper boy left with a big smile on his face.

My company had put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my course, very nice of them I thought. My course was just around the corner, twenty of us were introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my colleagues were just not my type’s life seemed to revolve around their job, I enjoyed my work, but I had other interests. At the end of the first week I missed Peter my husband, I also missed sex that was very sexy, something I couldn’t do without. Saturday I did some shopping and did sightseeing, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the crew of the course. That night I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, cut low, short, and it clung to me like another skin. I have no problem with stockings my brown looked good enough on his own, just some nice high heels court shoes to finish the look. I ate at the hotel restaurant before I moved to the cocktail bar, it must have been popular if it was quite busy. I sat at the bar and ordered myself a Daiquiri, looking around the room I noticed one or two attractive boys who were very attractive to me. There were also one or two other women, clearly well dressed with their husband or boyfriend, I turned out to be the only one on their own. I’m thinking of drinking my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.

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.

Sit in my backyard, have a cold beer, the doorbell goes. Get up, I’ll only answer to find a shimmering blonde with surprising green eyes standing in my doorway. I feel a rise in my pants!

“Is the lady of the house inside?” she says sweetly.

“No, but what can I do for you?” I’m responding.

“My name is Fawn, I’m the new Avon Lady, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

Leslie and I had a party for some friends. Leslie is 24, 5'9" slim, but shaped, very sexy with long blonde hair bright blue eyes and 34B perky tits and fantastic legs and ass. She often blinks with her tits after a few drinks and we even had a threesome recently with my friend Steve when we fucked her for hours. She had felt a little guilty in the cold light, but soon she got over it when I assured her again.

When I was 19, my father packed us, took us to Connecticut to attend my cousins’ wedding. I hadn’t seen the family since I was five. The wedding went fine. After the reception, everyone went back to my uncle’s house to continue the party. At the reception I had some other cousins I never met. Kathy, Kevin and I stole a bottle of wine and snuck up to drink it. We found an empty bedroom and started our own party.

Which happened when I was 25 years old. At that time I taught at a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite slim, and has been told I have very nice boobs and a chic ass. I’ve noticed a man staring at my ass, even dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also pretty tall… 5 feet 10 centimeters.

On the day of this story, I escorted a few dozen children from my school to the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC. We were visiting from outside the city and arrived the night before. We arrived early… After waiting for the museum to open, we continued, which I have always regarded as ’the beginning’ of art - the display of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of the Madonna, of Christ, and apostles or saints have been my inspiration to my childhood.

We were at McDonald’s talking while she was eating her double cheeseburger. We talked about everything from George Straight concerts and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a guard, to things that we’ve all been through. He was a perfect gentleman to compliment her with her napkins for the catch-up that dripping out of her hamburger. Finally after a while he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she reacted quickly with yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.