I Invited My Fiancé’s Ex for a Wild Threesome – Raw and Unfiltered

Clock hit 6 PM. I was ready, heart pounding. Red thong, matching bra pushing my tits up. Tight red skirt, black blouse. Felt sexy as fuck, pussy already tingling. Baked mini quiches, phone buzzing with flirty texts from Fred. ‘Can’t wait to fuck you.’ Smell of my perfume mixing with oven heat. Doorbell. Sandra. Holy shit, hotter than pics: denim mini-skirt, jean jacket barely hiding white bra, thong peeking. We prepped drinks, her hand slips under my skirt, finger teasing my wet slit through thong. ‘Fuck, Cathy, you’re soaked. Let’s start without him?’ I moan, almost cave, then whistle at door. Hide her. Fix skirt. Open for Fred.

He spots three champagne flutes. ‘Expecting someone?’ I blush, kiss him. ‘Not anymore. Sandra, come out!’ She struts in. Fred’s jaw drops, eyes hungry like kid in candy store. We sip bubbly, devour quiches. He spills stories – old friends, exes, clubs. Tension thick. Sandra excuses herself. Fred grabs me. ‘You’re amazing. How?’ ‘You ain’t seen nothing.’ I whisper to Sandra: ‘Get him warmed up.’ Leave them five minutes. Peek back: her on his lap, jacket open, tongues battling. His hands on her ass, skirt hiked. I watch, jealous then horny. She offers tits to him, licks lips at me. I join, kiss her over him. He pauses, stares. Pure fantasy fuel.

The Build-Up: Tension Before the Fire

I strip blouse, skirt. Just red lingerie. Help yank her skirt. We attack his clothes. Cock springs out, hard. Tongues duel on it, swelling. I kiss him deep, she sucks. Her fingers tease my ass. ‘She’s dripping, Fred. Eat her.’ He flips me on couch back, spreads legs, tongue dives past thong into my soaked pussy. I yowl. She blows him. Swap: she grinds on his face, I impale on cock. Moans everywhere. ‘Fuck yes!’ She arches, neck on my tits. I squeeze her boobs. She cums hard, pulls off. Naked now. I ride reverse, he licks her. Cum hits – I squirt, he blasts on my chest. She laps it up, fingers me to edge.

Upstairs. Doggy on bed, he slams my pussy. ‘Harder!’ I eat Sandra’s ass, she fingers clit. ‘Fuck her ass, Fred!’ He switches, pounds her tight hole. She screams, I suck her nipples. Triple orgasm, cum sprays us. Collapse, sleep tangled.

The Explosion: No Holds Barred Orgy

6:10 AM. Fred wakes, sneaks out. Kitchen coffee. Sandra in black thong, tits bare. ‘Cathy’s out cold.’ Hand on his crotch. ‘Fuck me now.’ He caves. Pins her to table, yanks thong, rams pussy. She twists hips, bites lip. Swallows his load. He leaves guilty.

I wake, see her sleeping sexy. Slip on cotton panties. Join bed. Slow kisses, tits rubbing. Fingers push panties aside, clits grind. ‘Oh god!’ Mutual cum, showers, breakfast fuck, goodbye. Empty ache.

Evening. Fred home beat. Alone, relief? Cuddle. ‘Loved it?’ ‘Divine.’ Probe feelings. He swears loves only me. Nude on couch, prove it. Slow deep fuck, cum together. Doubts linger. Her scent haunts him. Mine too. Crave round two.