11-02-2025, 11:41 AM
My wife fucked with three guys - part 2
My wife and I had been craving something wild, something that would set our love life on fire. Kerala had been whispering sweet promises of kinky adventures, and we were eager to let it seduce us.
We checked into a resort that promised to cater to our every whim, a place where the walls had seen more than their fair share of passionate escapades.
After a long day of playing in the salty waves, we returned to our suite, buzzing with excitement. My wife disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me to finalize our little plan. I stepped out, feeling the cool evening air kiss my skin as I ventured into the night. It didn’t take long before I found the club where desires were traded like currency.
I met a man, a stud, whose muscles rippled with every movement, and his eyes gleamed with the kind of hunger that matched my own. I laid out our desires and he promised to bring two more like him to our room.
I hurried back to the resort, heart racing like a wild stallion. I picked up a scrap of red lingerie, something that would make my wife’s curves look like a sculpture of pure lust. When she emerged from the bathroom, I handed it to her with a knowing smile.
She slipped into the sheer fabric, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Then, as if on cue, the doorbell chimed, and I knew our night was about to begin.
Three studs stood before me, their smiles hungry and their eyes devouring the sight of my wife in her crimson attire. They stepped into the room, and I could feel the tension coil around us like a serpent ready to strike. We shared a few laughs and sipped on beers, the anticipation building like a crescendo.
“Ready, baby?” I whispered, my hand brushing against her cheek. She nodded, her breath hitching as she understood what was about to happen.
I guided her to the center of the room, my hands trembling slightly with excitement. I attached the handcuffs to her wrists and secured them to a hook above the door.
The first stud stepped forward, a whipping flogger in hand. He began to paint strokes of pain and pleasure across her body, starting with her back, moving down to her round, firm ass. She moaned, her body arching into the sensation.
Harder?” he asked, and she nodded eagerly. He obliged, each strike leaving a pink welt on her alabaster skin. Another stud approached, slapping a slapper against his palm, the sound echoing through the room.
He took aim at her nipples, watching them tighten and peak with each hit. The third stud hovered, his cock thickening with every moan that spilled from her lips.
The air grew heavy with lust as the first stud passed the flogger to the second, his eyes never leaving my wife’s bouncing breasts. The new wielder took over, his strokes more forceful, more demanding. She gasped, her body a symphony of pain and pleasure. The slaps grew more insistent, the slapper leaving a rosy blush across her flesh.
Please,” she whimpered, and I knew she was ready. “Tie me to the bed,” she said, her desire spiraling out of control. They complied, laying her face down on the soft mattress, her wrists and ankles secured. The first stud knelt between her legs, his cock thick and eager. He began to rub it against her ass, teasing her, building her anticipation.
The second stud took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the tight bud of her anus.
"" Such a pretty little hole,” he said, and I watched as he slicked it with lubricant. Then, with one swift thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her. My wife’s eyes widened, and she let out a guttural cry that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t resist anymore; I had to join them.
The studs took turns filling her, each one taking their time, savoring every inch of her tight, welcoming body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and moans. I picked up the flogger again, eager to feel the power it brought.
Next part to be continued...
Tg : hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
My wife and I had been craving something wild, something that would set our love life on fire. Kerala had been whispering sweet promises of kinky adventures, and we were eager to let it seduce us.
We checked into a resort that promised to cater to our every whim, a place where the walls had seen more than their fair share of passionate escapades.
After a long day of playing in the salty waves, we returned to our suite, buzzing with excitement. My wife disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me to finalize our little plan. I stepped out, feeling the cool evening air kiss my skin as I ventured into the night. It didn’t take long before I found the club where desires were traded like currency.
I met a man, a stud, whose muscles rippled with every movement, and his eyes gleamed with the kind of hunger that matched my own. I laid out our desires and he promised to bring two more like him to our room.
I hurried back to the resort, heart racing like a wild stallion. I picked up a scrap of red lingerie, something that would make my wife’s curves look like a sculpture of pure lust. When she emerged from the bathroom, I handed it to her with a knowing smile.
She slipped into the sheer fabric, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Then, as if on cue, the doorbell chimed, and I knew our night was about to begin.
Three studs stood before me, their smiles hungry and their eyes devouring the sight of my wife in her crimson attire. They stepped into the room, and I could feel the tension coil around us like a serpent ready to strike. We shared a few laughs and sipped on beers, the anticipation building like a crescendo.
“Ready, baby?” I whispered, my hand brushing against her cheek. She nodded, her breath hitching as she understood what was about to happen.
I guided her to the center of the room, my hands trembling slightly with excitement. I attached the handcuffs to her wrists and secured them to a hook above the door.
The first stud stepped forward, a whipping flogger in hand. He began to paint strokes of pain and pleasure across her body, starting with her back, moving down to her round, firm ass. She moaned, her body arching into the sensation.
Harder?” he asked, and she nodded eagerly. He obliged, each strike leaving a pink welt on her alabaster skin. Another stud approached, slapping a slapper against his palm, the sound echoing through the room.
He took aim at her nipples, watching them tighten and peak with each hit. The third stud hovered, his cock thickening with every moan that spilled from her lips.
The air grew heavy with lust as the first stud passed the flogger to the second, his eyes never leaving my wife’s bouncing breasts. The new wielder took over, his strokes more forceful, more demanding. She gasped, her body a symphony of pain and pleasure. The slaps grew more insistent, the slapper leaving a rosy blush across her flesh.
Please,” she whimpered, and I knew she was ready. “Tie me to the bed,” she said, her desire spiraling out of control. They complied, laying her face down on the soft mattress, her wrists and ankles secured. The first stud knelt between her legs, his cock thick and eager. He began to rub it against her ass, teasing her, building her anticipation.
The second stud took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the tight bud of her anus.
"" Such a pretty little hole,” he said, and I watched as he slicked it with lubricant. Then, with one swift thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her. My wife’s eyes widened, and she let out a guttural cry that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t resist anymore; I had to join them.
The studs took turns filling her, each one taking their time, savoring every inch of her tight, welcoming body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and moans. I picked up the flogger again, eager to feel the power it brought.
Next part to be continued...
Tg : hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
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