I’ve always been obsessed with the thrill of a threesome – the excitement, the intimacy, the sheer carnal pleasure of it all. And I’ve never been picky about who joins me in the fun. Married couples, friends with benefits, you name it – as long as there are three of us, I’m a happy woman.
My latest conquest was the Johnsons. Mark, a ruggedly handsome guy in his mid-30s, and his wife Lisa, a stunning blonde in her late 20s. They both had this air of innocence about them, which I knew would soon dissipate in the heat of passion. And boy, was I right.
We met at a trendy cocktail bar downtown, where I duly seduced them both with my raven hair, piercing green eyes, and a killer smile. Before the night was over, we’d slipped away to Lisa and Mark’s cozy suburban home, the promise of a threesome fueling our every move.
I wasted no time, stripping off my clothes and letting my curves define the space between us. Lisa trembled as I pressed my body against hers, my hands roaming her smooth skin with a hunger that left no inch untouched. Mark, ever the gentleman, watched with a mix of desire and surprise, his eyes locked on the show unfolding before him.
“Go on,” I whispered to him, my breath hot against Lisa’s ear. “Make me forget my own name.”
And forget her own name Mark did, plunging into Lisa with a ferocity that made me gasp. She arched her back, her moans music to my ears as I nibbled on her neck, my fingers toying with her breasts. It was like nothing I’d experienced before – raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating.
I turned my attention to Mark, begging him to fill me, to claim me as his own. He obliged, and as he buried himself inside me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. The sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that threatened to consume me whole.
Lisa, not to be left out, caught hold of my hair and pulled me into a searing kiss as Mark began to thrust harder, his grunts mingling with her cries. I lost myself in the chaos, a slave to the passion that coursed through every vein.
As we climaxed together, the world around us melting into a haze of sweat and satisfaction, I knew this was just the beginning. The Johnsons and I had a long, sordid history of threesomes ahead of us – and I couldn’t wait to explore every twisted corner of that dark, delicious world.
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