She was a sultry siren, her raven hair cascading down her bare shoulders, framing a face that promised sinful pleasures. Her eyes were dark pools of desire, daring me to plunge into the abyss with her. The room hummed with anticipation, a palpable energy that was more than just the heat from our bodies.
We began by exploring each other's bodies slowly, like two cats sniffing out their boundaries before playing. Her nipples were tight little buds, begging for attention as they poked through the thin fabric of her lace bra. I leaned in and took one into my mouth, suckling gently until it became a deep red. She moaned softly, encouraging me to continue.
I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Her thighs were smooth, almost hairless apart from a tiny patch above her sex - a private forest that called out for discovery. I traced the curve of her hip, moving lower until my fingers brushed against her wetness. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily towards me.
I pulled away from her breast, standing up to pull off my shirt. My dick was hard and pulsing, aching for release as it strained against the fabric of my pants. I unzipped them quickly, letting them fall to the ground as we stood there, naked and vulnerable before each other.
She reached out with trembling fingers, stroking my cock through its denim prison. It sprang free at her touch, standing erect and proud like a sentinel guarding our secret. She looked into my eyes then, her own smoldering with desire. "You're beautiful," she whispered, running her hand up and down the length of me.
I stepped closer to her, pressing our bodies together. Our lips met in a fervent kiss that was more a clash of need than any gentle caress. She tasted sweet and spicy all at once, her breath hot against mine as she sought deeper contact. Her hands found their way between us, groping for my balls, stroking them tenderly before moving back to my erection.
She broke away from the kiss suddenly, looking around the room with wide eyes. "I want you inside me," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
I nodded, guiding her towards the bed. She fell onto it with a bounce, spreading her legs wide open to give me full access. I hesitated for just a moment, savoring the sight of her dripping wet pussy before me. Then, without warning, I plunged into her depths, filling her completely in one thrust.
Her gasp echoed through the room as my cock hit bottom, sending shudders of pleasure radiating out from where we joined. She arched her back, lifting herself off the bed to meet each stroke with a fervor that matched mine.
We fucked hard and fast, our bodies slapping together in rhythmic crescendos of passion. Her moans grew louder as my thrusts became more urgent, each one driving us closer to the edge of ecstasy. I could feel her tightening around me, her muscles gripping me so tightly that it was all I could do not to explode right then and there.
But we weren't done yet. Not by a long shot. She reached up with trembling hands, grasping at my hair and pulling me down towards her face. "Kiss me," she whispered hoarsely, her eyes pleading for more.
I complied eagerly, our mouths melding in a dance of desire that seemed to last forever. Her tongue darted into my mouth, exploring every crevice before withdrawing, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake.
We continued this way for what felt like hours, lost in each other's bodies and the sensations they provided. Then, all at once, she shuddered violently beneath me, her orgasm washing over her in waves that threatened to drown us both.
It was too much, too soon. I felt myself begin to swell inside her, my own release building rapidly towards its peak. With a final, gasping cry, I pulled out of her, leaving a trail of slippery fluid as we separated.
He came into the room then, his presence announced by the soft click of a door closing behind him. He was tall and lean, his body taut with muscle and promise. She looked up at him, fear and desire mingling in her eyes as she took in his naked form. "I want you too," she whispered, reaching out to touch him tentatively.
He stepped forward slowly, running his hands over her body until they settled on her breasts. They were larger than mine, firm and inviting under his fingers. She moaned softly as he teased her nipples with deft strokes that sent shivers coursing through her body.
Then it was my turn again. I knelt before him, taking his cock into my mouth without hesitation. It tasted salty and musky, a contrast to the sweetness of hers. As I sucked on him, licking and teasing at the underside until he groaned in pleasure, she turned her attention back to me.
She straddled me then, lowering herself onto my still-erect penis with an ease that belied the passion we'd just shared. He stood behind us both, watching as she rode me hard and fast, each movement bringing her closer to her second orgasm of the night.
When she came again, it was a powerful explosion that shook our entire world. She screamed out loud, her body trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her. I could feel myself beginning to swell inside her once more, the sensation growing more intense with each passing moment.
He moved forward then, pushing himself against me until his cock was nestled between us. We were all three joined together now, a tangled mess of limbs and desire that defied explanation. He began to thrust slowly at first, building up speed as our moans filled the room.
Soon enough, he too was coming, his body shuddering violently as he spilled himself inside her. She clawed at my back, her nails digging into me as she tried to hold on to the sensation for just a moment longer. But it wasn't enough; none of us could bear to let go so soon.
We lay there for what felt like an eternity, our bodies still tangled together even though the initial passion had waned. We were all sweaty and sticky, covered in the evidence of our debauchery. But we didn't care; all that mattered was the memory of those scandalous nights spent exploring the world of hotwifing.