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I was reading an old story on here, and it reminded me of the first time my fiancée and I experimented with bringing a third into our relationship, together (not just her on her own). I’m not one for the humiliation aspect of cuckoldry, but I really enjoy seeing my fiancée enjoy herself, and I’m absolutely fine with not stepping out of our relationship solo. I don’t know why I felt the need to include that, but here we are. Anyway…
A bit abo, we decided to take a vacation to see one of her favorite artists: Bad Bunny. It had been exactly what we needed. Sun, Bad Bunny blasting through the night, zero care for work things, piña coladas and margaritas.
Erin (fiancée) looked incredible in that tiny black dress. Back home she was always the picture of conservative elegance, but the moment we left our city behind, something typically shifted in her: her inner slut comes out. The dress hugged her body like a second skin, the hem barely covered the curve of her ass and the neckline plunged so low that one wrong move would spill everything out. She was not wearing a bra and knew exactly what that did to me, and we both enjoy it, because typically I won’t keep my hands off her.
The night of the concert we had met a really fun group of younger individuals: Three girls and three guys, all in their mid to late twenties. One guy, Carlos, stood out immediately. He was friendly and easy going and very easy to talk to. I could tell Erin took a quick liking to him, which is unsurprising as she’s generally easy to get along with as well. As Bad Bunny started coming on, and the liquid couraged was coursing through our veins, he pulled out some Molly and started to distribute it to his friends quite casually. Erin and I had been no stranger to shrooms but Molly was a drug we hadn’t dabbled with as the comedown lasts quite a bit longer when you’re almost 40…that said, we in fact had done a tad bit of shrooms earlier in the day. He casually offered us some Molly…we looked at one another, shrugged and figured why the hell not, we’re on vacation after all..we’ll drink through the comedown tomorrow haha.
I’m not sure if it took us longer to feel the Molly because we already had a slight buzz from the shrooms OR because we were quite gratuitous in our drinking, but when it hit us, it hit us beautifully. Intensely. Warmly. Everything was bright, her skin so soft, and we were all just best friends.
We danced with the whole crew, shared drinks, and laughed until our sides hurt. By the end of the show we were all best friends. When they invited us to the club afterward, Erin squeezed my hand and gave me that mischievous little smile. We never do this at home, she said. Lets go for it. And we did.
Inside the club the heat and bass were overwhelming, but, Erin was on fire. She ground against me, her body moving like liquid. The Molly turned every touch into sparks and I was getting hard feeling her sweaty skin, smelling her, seeing her just glow and grasping at her tight little body. Her shirt was riding up, barely covering her ass, and her tits, small and perky, were nearly spilling out for all to see. And all were seeing. At one point I briefly stepped out of my high as I noticed a group of men eyeing her from afar. At this point I should mention we were in MX, a separate country. That said, as Carlos and his friends were all natives, I did feel more comfortable and let myself fall back into the peaks and valleys of my high.
Eventually the noise got too much and she leaned into my ear. “I need a breather. Lets go outside for a minute.”
We slipped out the back door into the dimly lit alley. It was around 12:30 a.m and the club’s music reduced to a heavy thump behind the brick wall. The cool night breeze felt incredible on our overheated skin. Only a couple of people were out here, and they soon wandered back inside. To my surprise, Erin had grabbed Carlos’ hand alongside mine, so he had no choice but to follow us out. He was a tad caught off guard, but saw it as an opportunity for a quick smoke. He offered us a cigarette, but either of us smoke, and we reassured him we didnt mind.
Carlos and I leaned against the outer brick wall, enjoying the cool sensations against our sweaty backs, while Erin continued to enjoy her roll, grinding against me as though we were still inside.
Carlos lit his cigarette and took a slow drag, clearly enjoying the fresh air. But Erin could not stop moving.
Even while we were having a perfectly normal conversation, she was dancing like a complete slut. She swayed her hips in slow, erotic circles, pressing her ass back against me, then bent forward at the waist so the short dress rode all the way up. The hem bunched around her waist, completely exposing her perfect ass and the tiny black lacy thong that disappeared between her cheeks. She arched her back and rolled her body to the muffled beat and her tits strained against the low neckline of her dress.
The cool breeze made her skin crawl.with goose bumps, but she kept going. Sultry, uninhibited, lost in the Molly glow. It was like she had forgotten we were not alone, OR, and more likely…she just did not care.
At this point, I’m not sure what came over me, but I couldn’t resist any longer…While she was bent over in front of me, still chatting and laughing with Carlos like nothing was happening, I reached down, hooked my fingers into the front of her dress, and tugged it down.
Her small, perky tits spilled free into the night air. Her nipples were already tight and pink and the dress was now nothing more than a thin band of fabric wrapped around her torso save for her ass, which was bare except for the thong.
Her tits were completely out and she just kept dancing, grinding back against me, swaying, moaning softly under her breath. She didn’t skip a beat.
Carlos had been mid sentence, but I noticed him shift uncomfortably. He tried to adjust the obvious bulge in his jeans with his free hand and attempted to hide it while still holding his cigarette in the other. He cleared his throat and kept talking, but his eyes kept drifting to Erin’s exposed body. It was actually endearing that he tried to ignore that I basically just exposed my slutty fiancée, Erin, to not only him, but to whomever was out in that alley (in retrospect, I’m glad it was just us).
Erin turned her head…lips brushing my ear. Her voice was low and dripping with lust. “I want to suck your cock right now”.
I swallowed hard, heart hammering. Out here?
She smiled that wicked vacation smile. Yeah. Why not? He’s already seen so much anyway.
Then she glanced over at Carlos, who was still trying and failing to casually adjust himself again. Her eyes sparkled with that Molly fueled boldness. Actually. Maybe I should thank our new friend first. He’s been so sweet all night. She looked back at me, biting her lip. What do you think, babe? Want to watch me suck his cock instead? The way she asked. Not “should I suck his cock”…but, “want to watch me suck his cock”, which was a call back to some of the filthy things I say to her in fantasy. But this wasn’t fantasy. This was real. Very real.
The words sent a hot rush through me. This was one of the first times we had ever gone this far with someone else. We had dabbled with the idea of including a third a few times over the years. Usually when we were really drunk or on shrooms. *But* it had always stayed in the realm of dirty talk and fantasy. Nothing had ever actually happened. That is… until tonight. On this vacation, with the Molly hitting just right and Erin in full uninhibited mode, it was suddenly unraveling right in front of me.
I nodded, voice rough. Yeah. Go for it. Do it.
Erin turned toward Carlos with a sultry sway, still dancing slowly, tits bouncing freely. You okay with that? she asked, voice sweet but dripping with heat.
Carlos froze for a second, cigarette halfway to his mouth. His eyes widened. Wait. What? he said, clearly surprised. He looked at Erin, then at me. Is that really okay? he asked her softly. His voice was shy, almost hesitant, like this was the first time anything like this had happened to him. Then he turned to me. Are you sure that’s okay? he added, his cheeks flushing a little under the dim alley lights.
I gave him a small nod. Its all good, man. Go ahead.
Carlos swallowed hard. He took a deep drag of his cigarette. Okay, he said quietly, still sounding nervous but clearly excited. His hands fumbled a bit with his belt and zipper, but Erin took over. She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his neck, undoing his belt with ease, and pulling his underwear down ever so slightly.
His cock sprang free, hard and thick, already leaking a little at the tip from how long he had been watching her.
Erin dropped to her knees right there on the cool concrete. She looked up at him once, then turned her head so her eyes met mine again. That eye contact hit me hard.
It was intimate and dirty and full of shared excitement. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and took him in slowly. A soft, wet moan vibrated from her throat. She started sucking him with long, eager strokes, her head bobbing steadily. Her tongue swirled around the shaft as she went deeper, cheeks hollowing each time she pulled back.
Her tits swayed and bounced with every movement. One of her hands stroked what she could not fit in her mouth while her other hand reached back to grip my thigh, pulling me closer. At this point, I thought she’d pull my cock out as well, but that was not the case. She was focused on Carlos, but wanted to make sure I was somehow included. It was sweet.
As she worked him, her hair started falling forward into her face. Carlos seemed unsure what to do with his hands. He was not really thinking about holding her hair back for her. Maybe it was because he had just been smoking and did not want her hair to smell like cigarettes, even though he had been smoking right next to us the whole time. Or maybe he was just caught off guard by how fast this was moving. He kept one hand awkwardly at his side while the other rested lightly on her shoulder. At some point he had ditched the cigarette. Maybe he was nervous to touch her head as to not cross a boundary, despite the fact that her mouth was around his cock? Ha.
His breathing grew heavier.
Erin kept going, sloppy and enthusiastic. Wet sucking sounds filled the quiet alley. She took him deeper, gagging softly when the head hit the back of her throat, then pulling back to lick along the underside before diving down again. Her saliva coated his cock, making it shine in the low light. Every so often she would pull off just enough to gasp for air, her lips shiny and swollen, and look straight at me with that same heated stare. Then she would dive back down, taking him as deep as she could.
Carlos started breathing faster. His hips twitched a little, like he was fighting the urge to thrust. I could tell he was getting close. His hand tightened slightly on her shoulder but he still did not move her hair out of the way. Without thinking, I reached down and gathered Erins hair in my fist, pulling it back gently so it stayed clear of her face. She moaned louder around his cock when she felt my hand in her hair, the vibration making Carlos groan.
Oh god, he whispered, voice shaky. I think Im going to finish.
Erin did not pull away. If anything she sucked him harder, her head moving faster. I held her hair firmly, watching every second. Suddenly Carlos stiffened. His cock pulsed in her mouth as he started to come. Erin gulped audibly, swallowing each thick spurt as it hit the back of her throat. She kept her lips sealed tight around him, eyes watering slightly but locked on mine the whole time. I could hear the wet swallowing sounds clearly in the quiet alley. She took every drop, milking him slowly until he was finished.
When she finally pulled off, a thin string of saliva and cum connected her lower lip to the head of his cock for a moment before it broke. She licked her lips, still looking up at me with that satisfied, glassy-eyed vacation smile. Her tits were still out, dress bunched around her waist, and her thong was visibly soaked between her legs.
The night air felt charged around us. The distant bass from the club mixed with our heavy breathing. Erin was lost in it, giving this younger guy head in a public alley like it was the most natural thing in the world on our vacation. And I had just held her hair while my fiancée swallowed his load. I was hard as a rock, which ultimately led to part two.