Our Wild 4th of July BBQ Turned Into Something Else [F27] [M28] [My perspective] [real story]

So, this 4th of July, my husband [31M] and I [27F] had a buddy [28M] over for a chill BBQ at our place. The plan was simple: grill some burgers, crack open some beers, and watch the fireworks light up the night. But, as you’ll see, things took a spicy turn.

We were having a blast, but we ran out of beer mid-party. No biggie—me and our friend volunteered to hit the store while hubby kept the grill going. Now, a bit of context: we’ve had a threesome with this friend before, and he’s totally in the loop about our open lifestyle. He’s game for anything, and let’s just say the vibe between us was electric from the start. On the way to the store, we were holding hands, flirting hard, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him—brushing his arm, grazing his back, you name it. The tension was building, and we were both eating it up.

Back home, we plopped on the couch, beers in hand, and I cozied up to our friend, getting touchier by the minute. Hubby was right there, smirking like he knew exactly where this was headed. After a bit, I got up and said, “Hey, come check out some new outfits I bought.” I led our friend to the bedroom, leaving hubby in the living room. My plan was just to tease him a bit, maybe show off a dress or two, but the second we were alone, things escalated fast.

He pulled me close, kissing me deep, his big hands roaming all over me. My shirt hit the floor, and I was feeling him up through his pants, both of us lost in the heat of it. That’s when hubby walked in—caught me on my knees, working our friend’s cock with my mouth. He didn’t say a word, just slid into his usual chair in the corner (yep, we call it the “cuck chair”) and watched, eyes locked on us.

Our friend took charge, lifting me up for a heated makeout before bending me over the bathroom counter. He slid into me, and it was intense—the kind of fucking that makes you forget your own name. After a few minutes, he carried me to the bed, laid me down, and went to town, playing with my tits while driving me wild. I was moaning, he was groaning, and hubby was filming from the corner, barely keeping it together.

Then our friend switched things up, lying on the bed’s edge. I knelt between his legs, sucking him off slow and deep, staring into his eyes the whole time. The connection was unreal. He grabbed my head, taking control, and face-fucked me for a solid ten minutes—drool was everywhere, dripping down my chin onto my chest. I was in heaven.

He pulled me up, bent me over the bed, and went at it doggystyle, no holding back. I was throwing it back just as hard, my ass clapping so loud I swore the neighbors heard. It went on for like 20 minutes, and I came multiple times, each one hitting harder than the last. Finally, he pulled out and shot his load across my ass and back—hot as hell.

We left hubby in the chair to process and hopped in the shower together. For another 15 minutes, we cleaned each other off, hands wandering, stealing kisses, and keeping the vibe going. When we finally rejoined hubby, the fireworks outside were nothing compared to what had just gone down.

Later that night, hubby was so turned on we fucked three times, and I couldn’t resist telling him how much better our friend was at pounding me. It drove him wild. Safe to say, this 4th of July was one for the books.