My girlfriend and I have been together for about four years. Since the beginning of our relationship, she’s always been open about her fantasies—one of the biggest being the idea of getting fucked by multiple guys at the same time. Early on, we explored this fantasy with roleplay and toys, but over time, she took things further, posting sexy pictures online and chatting with strangers about what they would do to her. I loved how turned on it made her, knowing that all these guys just wanted to use her like a fucktoy.
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Things continued like this until one day, she sat me down and told me she wanted to make it real. She confessed that she had already created a dating profile and wanted to find a guy willing to fuck her with me. I was stunned at first. I had been enjoying and even encouraging her online persona, but bringing it into real life was a whole different step. The more I thought about it, though, the hotter it sounded—the idea of her getting to live out her gangbang fantasy, held down and used by multiple men. And so, I agreed.
She started looking for someone who fit the bill: hot, chill, understanding that this was just a hookup, and most importantly, willing to wear condoms since she wasn’t on birth control. Within a day, she had found someone who checked all the boxes—let’s call him Jordan. Handsome, experienced with threesomes, and incredibly buff. My girlfriend and I both go to the gym regularly, but this guy looked like he could bench press both of us with ease. We agreed to meet him for drinks at a bar near our place to see if the chemistry was there.
When the night finally came, we were both nervous. It felt like the excitement of a first date that we desperately wanted to go well. We arrived early, ordered drinks, and waited. When Jordan walked in, I immediately saw my girlfriend’s face go red as she squeezed my hand tight. In person, he was even more attractive than his pictures—confident, charming, the kind of guy who just commanded attention. We spent an hour and a half drinking, talking, and laughing, though my girlfriend could barely hold eye contact with him without blushing. At one point, when he got up to use the restroom, he casually squeezed her thigh, almost making her spill her drink. As soon as he left, I asked, “So, what do you think?”
“He’s great!” she said, her face still flushed. “In fact, I think we should close our tab and invite him over for a nightcap.”
I agreed, and when Jordan returned, so did he. We paid our bill and walked the short distance to our place, his hand around my girlfriend’s waist the entire time.
Once inside, I poured everyone another drink. Jordan and my girlfriend sat together on the couch, while I took the recliner nearby. She was clearly becoming more comfortable, leaning against him, her hand resting on his thigh. Our conversation turned more sexual, and soon, she was showing him the pictures she had posted online. He eagerly browsed through them, occasionally giving her a hungry look.
I excused myself to use the restroom, and when I returned, she was straddling his lap, passionately kissing him while grinding against his torso. I watched for a moment, a swirl of arousal and jealousy building inside me. Eventually, I cleared my throat and suggested we move things to the bedroom. They both smiled in agreement. In one smooth motion, Jordan stood up and threw my girlfriend over his shoulder, making her yelp in surprise. Her skirt flipped up, revealing the lacy panties she had chosen for him and the prominent wet spot between her legs. He smirked. “Lead the way.”
In the bedroom, he tossed her onto the bed effortlessly. She bounced with a giggle, looking up at him with a desire I had rarely seen. She practically ripped her top off, exposing her perky breasts, which he immediately cupped and sucked. I joined in, kissing her as she moaned against my lips. But soon, her focus was entirely on him. She reached down, rubbing his crotch, her breath hitching as she felt the size of him. When he stripped down, her eyes widened, scanning his broad chest, defined abs, and finally, his massive, throbbing cock.
I never considered myself small, but Jordan was nearly twice my length and significantly thicker. My girlfriend was mesmerized. She took him in her hands, stroking him, then leaned in, licking the tip before attempting to take him in her mouth. She barely got past the head before pulling back, gasping for breath, spit dripping from her lips. “You’re so fucking big,” she moaned, looking up at him with pure lust.
I tried to keep up, stripping down as well. But when I pulled off my underwear, my own cock was still soft. My girlfriend barely noticed. She was too focused on Jordan, who had pulled out a condom and was rolling it onto his thick shaft.
She turned back to me, wrapping her fingers around my limp cock. “Get hard so I can suck you while he fucks me,” she whispered in my ear.
Her dirty talk helped, and I finally started to get hard. A few strokes later, and she took my length into her mouth, sucking as Jordan positioned himself between her legs. He spat in his hand, rubbed it on the tip, and then slowly pushed inside her. She gasped, her lips falling off my cock as she turned toward him, gripping his chest, trying to adjust. He gave her a moment before taking her hands, pinning them above her head, and pushing the rest of the way in.
She let out a moan unlike anything I had heard before. Legs wrapped around him, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he filled her completely. He set a steady rhythm, pinning her beneath him, and I could only watch. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t compete. My girlfriend was being pounded in a way I never could. Desperate to do something, I grabbed my phone and ran to the bathroom, trying to find porn to get myself hard enough to rejoin them. But the sounds of their bodies slamming together were too distracting. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get hard.
I sat there, listening as she moaned and begged for more. Then, through her moans, I heard something that sent a chill through my body.
“Please cum inside of me!”
I froze. I rushed back to the door just in time to see Jordan thrust deep one final time, groaning as he emptied himself inside her. My stomach dropped as I watched his cock slowly slide out, followed by a thick, white load spilling onto our bed.
My girlfriend reached down, rubbing her fingers against her used pussy with a satisfied smile. “Thank you,” she breathed, never breaking eye contact with him. He leaned in, kissed her one last time, then stood up to get dressed. “You’d better clean up and check on your boyfriend. Call me if you ever want to do this again.”
I backed away, retreating to the bathroom, numb from what I had just witnessed. I couldn’t believe she let him do that… but I also couldn’t believe how hot it was.
A few minutes later, after Jordan had left, my girlfriend came to check on me. Fresh out of the shower, she smiled. “Did you have a good time?”
I gulped. “Of course, babe. I’m just glad you had fun. Hopefully next time, I’ll be able to join in more.”
“I hope so too,” she said with a smirk. “Because I definitely want to have him back.”