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Technically we didn’t stay at the club much longer, so in that sense the title is misleading, but I felt it made sense for posterity to Pt. 1, . Also, I typed this in mobile and for that reason “M” in Molly is capitalized…Apologies.
The Molly was still running through our veins, and the energy from the alley still had us rolling fairly hard. Erin’s cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and every glance she gave me carried a somewhat glassy, satisfied sparkle; like she was proud of what had just transpired for her (and, well, for me, too).
At this point, Erin had decided it was time for us to head back to our hotel, so we said quick goodbyes to the group. As we headed out Carlos followed closely, yet sheepishly behind, looking awkward and still a little flushed.
“Hey… you guys going back to your hotel?” he asked quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. He sounded unsure and so shy even though Erin had just had a mouthful of his cum not ten minutes prior.
Erin gave me a quick mischievous look before turning to him. “Yeah, we are. Want to come with us for a bit? No pressure at all.”….(“*Funny*” I thought to myself. We hadn’t even discussed this or had any check-in whatsoever. What if I wasn’t ok with it? What if I felt this should have stayed a fantasy? Sometimes that’s how these things should remain. A fantasy. We discussed it later and she chalked it up to the molly+shroom+alcohol combo and agreed it was out of line. Regardless, we’ve been aligned since ;). )
Carlos hesitated, shifting his weight. “I mean… are you sure? I don’t want to impose or anything.”
I put a hand on Erin’s lower back and nodded. “It’s cool, man. Come hang out if you want.”
He finally smiled shyly and joined us for the short walk back. The cool night air felt refreshing, but the tension between the three of us was palpable. Erin stayed close to me, occasionally brushing against Carlos too, still riding the ups and downs of our high.
The moment the hotel room door clicked shut, Erin turned to both of us with that wicked vacation smile. She kicked off her heels and peeled the wrinkled black dress off in one smooth motion, letting it pool at her feet. She stood there wearing nothing but her tiny black lacy thong, tits out, body glowing under the soft lights.
Carlos’s eyes went wide. He stayed near the door, looking nervous. “Wow… you look incredible,” he said softly. “Are you sure this is okay? I’ve never done anything like this.”
I replied that neither have we, and this was a first for us as well. He replied “really? Even what happened at the club?”. I nodded yes, finding it humorous he seemed to interpret that this was a regular thing for Erin and I as well. I couldn’t blame him, as it all seemed so frictionless.
Erin stepped closer and gently took his hand. “It’s more than okay. We want you here.” She glanced at me, then back at him. “Actually… would it be alright if you recorded us with his phone? Just so we can watch it later. Your face won’t be in any of it unless you want it to be. We can keep the camera focused on me and my fiancé the whole time.”
Carlos blinked, surprised, but the idea clearly turned him on. He rubbed his neck again, cheeks flushing. “Yeah… I think that’d be okay. As long as my face stays out.”
I pulled out my phone, opened the camera app, and handed it to him. “Here. Film whatever you want of her. Get the good stuff.”
Erin smiled wide and kissed me hard before moving to the bed. “Baby, show him how you reclaim your little slut fiancée while he films.”
The memory of her on her knees in the alley, swallowing Carlos while I held her hair, had me completely riled up. Even with the Molly still flowing, I was rock hard and pent-up. I needed to remind her exactly who she belonged to.
I grabbed Erin by the waist, bent her over the edge of the bed, and yanked her thong down her thighs. Without teasing I thrust straight into her soaked pussy, burying myself deep in one hard stroke. She cried out and gripped the sheets as I started pounding her roughly, destroying her pussy with long, forceful thrusts. The wet slapping sounds filled the room. Carlos stepped closer, holding the phone steady and filming from the side, his eyes glued to the action.
While I fucked her I looked over at him. “Don’t be shy, man. Get a better angle if you want.” He moved nearer, phone focused on Erin’s bouncing tits and the way her body jolted with every thrust.
Erin moaned loudly, pushing back to meet me. “Yes, baby… fuck your little slut harder. I sucked his cock so good in that alley. I took every inch and swallowed his whole load while you held my hair.” She turned her head toward the camera, voice breathy. “You liked my mouth, didn’t you? Tell him while you’re recording.”
I couldn’t believe her. She knows how much I love dirty talk. How much I love her “hotpast” stories. And she’s actively recruiting this guy to satisfy *my* fantasy. What a gem.
Carlos swallowed, voice shy but clear. “Yeah… it was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
I kept slamming into her pussy for a while, then pulled out and pressed against her tight little asshole. I worked my way in, then fucked her ass with the same rough rhythm.
Erin gasped and pushed back eagerly. “Use all my holes. Reclaim me after I was such a dirty slut for him”.
I looked at Carlos. “Make sure you gets it all on video so we can watch this later.” I loved how slutty she was being and absolutely understood this was a rare opportunity to do *whatever* I wanted to do to her.
I switched between her dripping pussy, her tight ass, and her eager mouth over and over. Each time I moved to a new hole she moaned louder. Carlos kept filming, occasionally zooming in but always keeping his own face out of frame. At one point Erin reached over and stroked his cock over his pants, slowly, while I pounded her from behind. He groaned softly but stayed focused on the phone.
Her dirty talk kept coming between gasps. “I loved sucking his cock… it was so thick. I want to bring a third into the bedroom for real next time. I want you both to spit-roast me… one in my mouth and one in my pussy. Or maybe both of you using my ass while the other fucks my throat.”
Those words drove me wild, but I wasn’t ready for that just then…in retrospect, I wish I had been, as he would have been an ideal third to bring in for a MFM.
I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and drove back into her pussy hard and deep. Carlos moved beside the bed, pointing the camera down to capture every thrust. Finally I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard, filling her up while she trembled and moaned beneath me. I truly wish I had given her a facial.in that moment…and most guys will understand that conundrum, ha.
As I pulled out, my cum started leaking from her. Erin looked up at the camera with a satisfied, glassy smile. “That’s my fiancé reclaiming his little slut,” she whispered breathily, while circling her clit.
She wasn’t finished. She turned to Carlos, voice soft and coaxing. “You can finish again if you want.” He hesitated, still shy, but she gently pulled him closer and slowly took.his cock out and took him into her mouth for a little while, sucking slowly while looking toward the phone.
When he got close she pulled off and let him stroke himself until he came across her tits with a quiet groan. Carlos made sure the camera caught it, keeping himself out of frame.
Afterward Carlos seemed overwhelmed but happy. He handed the phone back with a shy “Thank you… that was incredible,” cleaned up quickly, and left.
Once the door closed it was just Erin and me again. She curled against my chest, naked and glowing, cum still streaked across her tits and leaking from her pussy. She kissed my neck softly. “I really loved that. Being your dirty little slut in front of him… and then you destroying every hole while he recorded it all. I meant what I said. I want to bring a third in for real sometime. Getting spit-roasted sounds so hot.”
I held her close, running my fingers through her hair as the city lights glowed through the window. The night had started at a Bad Bunny concert with new friends, but it ended with my fiancée acting like a total slut on camera and then getting thoroughly reclaimed by me while she talked about wanting even more.
Vacation was far from over, and this already felt like only the beginning.