Surprise Threesome with My Fiancé’s Ex: Raw Heat at Home

Clock hits 6 PM. I’m Cathy, ready to ignite my life. Red thong bites into my wet pussy already. Matching bra strains against my full tits. Short red skirt hugs my ass, black blouse teases cleavage. Heart pounds. Pussy throbs. I plate hot canapés, nerves electric.

Doorbell buzzes. Sandra. Fuck, she’s hotter than pics—jean mini-skirt, jean jacket barely hiding her white bra and thong. We sip air thick with lust, prepping champagne. I bend for a dish. Her hand snakes under my skirt, finger slips into my thong, teases my slick folds. ‘Sandra! Incorrigible bitch.’ ‘You turn me on too much. Start with me?’ I moan, legs weaken. Doorbell whistles again.

The Approach

Hide her in kitchen. Fix thong, skirt. Open to Fred, my fiancé. He spots three flutes. ‘Expecting someone?’ I blush, kiss him. ‘Not anymore. Sandra, come out!’ She struts in. Fred’s jaw drops, eyes devour her. Like a kid in a candy store. Relief floods me. No jealousy yet. We sink into low table, champagne bubbles, canapés crunch. Stories spill—his old friends, exes, bars. I rediscover him. He eye-fucks Sandra.

She excuses herself. Fred pulls me close. ‘How’d you pull this? You’re amazing.’ ‘You ain’t seen nothing.’ I whisper to Sandra: ‘Give him a taste. I’ll watch.’ Five minutes tick by in kitchen. Doubts creep: What if he falls back? Nah, trust them. Both mine tonight.

Back in living room. Fred slouched on couch. Sandra straddles him, jacket open, tits heaving in white bra. Tongues battle. His left hand strokes her back, right hikes her skirt, gropes firm ass. Heat surges through me. She offers tits to him, licks lips at me. I lean over, kiss her deep over him. His tongue laps her cleavage. I offer my fantasy on a platter.

Bend further. His hand rips open my blouse, unhooks red bra. Tits spill free. I strip skirt, down to thong. She sheds jacket. He tongues her navel. We yank her skirt. Then attack his clothes. Cock springs hard. Tongues duel it. Grows thicker. I kiss him fierce, she sucks deep.

She fingers my ass crack. ‘She’s soaked, Fred. Eat her.’ He flips me on couch back, spreads legs. Tongue dives past thong, laps my dripping cunt. I yowl. She blows him still. Minutes of bliss—his tongue in me, hers on cock. She kisses my back, unhooks me fully.

He stretches on couch. I mount his face. She backs onto his dick, thong aside. I guide her. She moans impaling. Curves back, neck on my tits. I pinch hers, hand on his sweaty chest. She screams, cums, pulls off.

The Explosion

Naked now. I ride him facing her. He eats her pussy. We kiss violent. He bucks. ‘Gonna cum!’ I explode, lift. Cock spurts on my tits. She cries watching. Exhausted sighs.

‘Fred’s tired. Regonflons-le.’ She licks cum off my tits, shares in sloppy kiss. Fingers my pussy hard. I gasp. His cock twitches back.

Upstairs. Doggy on bed. He slams my soaked cunt. ‘Harder!’ Sandra kneels front. I tongue her ass, clit. She rubs herself. ‘Fuck her ass, Fred!’ He switches, pounds her tight hole. I suck her nipples. Triple orgasm. Cum sprays us. Collapse, tangle, sleep.

Fred wakes 6:10 AM, sneaks out. Kitchen later. Sandra in black shorty, tits bare. ‘Fuck Cathy out?’ Hand on my crotch? No—on his. Kitchen fuck: bent over table, pussy then mouth. He cums guilty.

I wake. She’s sexy sleeping. Slip on white cotton panties. But pussy leaks. She pulls me back. Slow kisses, tits rub, hips grind. Panties off. Cunts grind wet. Mutual screams. Nap. Shower fuck. Brunch turns sex. Finally, goodbye. Void hits. Crave tomorrow.

Evening. Fred home beat. Alone with me. Relief? We cuddle. ‘Loved it?’ ‘Divine.’ Lies swirl. Fuck on couch reaffirms ‘love.’ But obsessions linger. Sandra’s gone—stranger again. Calm returns. For now.