How long we’d been playing was beyond any of us. Had it been 15 minutes? Three hours? None of us knew. All that I did know was that I was beyond aroused. My body was spent, exhausted, but my mind was reeling, ready for whatever came next.

I was on my back when she crawled up my body, stopping to draw each nipple into her mouth. My hand reached for her and twisted into her hair, pulling her the rest of the way to my mouth. I needed to taste her lips.

She shifted, settling her weight on top of mine, our legs intermingled, each with the other’s thigh pressed between our own.

My fingers roamed her skin, down her back, until I reached her ass, one hand gripping while the other smacked her tender flesh. She cooed against my lips, her teeth nipping as her pussy pumped against my thigh, grinding until I was covered in her scent.

The bed creaked as Sir climbed on from the bottom, tired of watching and ready to come back and play. He knelt between her knees and gripping her hips, pulled her onto all fours. His hand came down quick on her ass. Once. Twice. Three times the sound rang through our room and I watched as she arched back, looking for more.

He moved, pushing her knees further apart, and she nugged forward, applying even more pressure on my pussy. I watched her eyes close in ecstasy as his hard cock slid into her wetness. He pushed. Then slowed. Pushed. Then slowed.

Beneath them both, I felt his thrusts almost as much as she did. A low moan started in her throat, and as his fucking increased, my hand fisted in her hair, twisting her head back and to the side.

“Cait,” my name slipped from her lips as my mouth reached for her neck. I started moving against her, sliding up and down her thigh. Sandwiched between me and M, it was like she was getting fucked by both of us.

With one hand still in her hair, I pulled her down to me, teeth clashing with every one of M’s thrusts. “Cait,” she whispered again, “It feels so fucking good.”

My tongue flicked across her bottom lip. “Do you like it when he fucks you?” I asked, sucking it into my mouth.

“Uh-huh,” she gasped, dropping her upper body against mine as his pace increased, his fingers digging into the tender skin of her hips. My hand snunk between our bodies until it reached her pussy, stretched wide around my husband’s cock.

“Does his cock feel good?” My words were gruff, my fingers pulling her tight lips, stretching them even more. I pushed one inside her, squeezing between her pussy and his cock.

“Mmm-huh,” she was bucking, her body thrusting against us both. Her thigh was soaked with my juices, my cunt grinding up and down as M rode her from behind.

My fingers moved to her clit, hard and swollen as I rolled it between thumb and finger. My teeth found her ear, pulling it into my mouth while M’s hand pressed her down, pinning her on top of me. With my lips on her ear, I said, “I love watching him fuck your tight little pussy.”

“Fuck, Cait,” her lips met mine and as I worked circles on her clit, M fucked her harder. With each of his thrusts, her leg pushed against my dripping pussy.

His pace increased again, and her head fell beside me. Between her moans and the feel of his cock in her cunt on my hand and the thrusts and the bodies, it was enough to throw me over the edge. My orgasm crashed over me, splashing fluids all over her and the bed.

That set M off and he started fucking her with abandon on the brink of his own climax, which spurred her’s. When she clamped down, her pussy spasming around him, it was too much. “I’m going to cum,” he called out, his thrusts deep and fast.

Before he could pull out, she gasped between her own peaks, “Don’t go. Cum inside me.” I heard his growl and knew he was there.

As they both rode out their orgasms, I felt her fluids drip onto me. We slowed, and they collapsed on the bed, the three of us covered in cum and sweat. Curling around one another, we drifted off to sleep, satisfied and exhausted.


Disclaimer: All three participants involved in this threesome are fixed and were STD tested before the incidence. Practice safe sex people. It saves lives.


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