During my early twenties, my girlfriend and I lived in different cities, meeting once every week or two, mostly on weekends. I would usually visit her at her apartment—her own little sanctuary while she pursued her university studies. Our weekends were a whirlwind of clubbing, dancing, and passionate lovemaking that left us both utterly spent. We shared an open relationship, comfortably discussing our deepest desires and fetishes without inhibition.
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Together, we’d explore various kinds of adult content, commenting on what we might want to try. Threesomes, especially involving two men and one woman, frequently sparked our imagination. She had a particular fascination with cumshot scenes, which excited her so much that she suggested I hold off on climaxing between visits to amplify our pleasure when reunited.
Before long, the idea of experiencing a threesome became something we seriously entertained. We agreed on a few ground rules: our third partner should be well-groomed and possess a larger endowment than mine—not because she demanded it, but because I was curious to see her with someone bigger. We spent months searching for the right person, though circumstances repeatedly prevented it from happening.
One weekend, I arrived late at her place, and we prepared for a night out with her university friends. The club resonated with laughter, music, and a generous flow of drinks. After more than ten days without release, anticipation coursed through me—this night promised endless passion. By chance, we met a towering guy who immediately connected with our energy.
Though clearly drawn to my girlfriend, he respected our boundaries until she disclosed our open arrangement. Initially hesitant, a few more drinks dissolved his reservations, and he agreed to join us back at her apartment.
Neither of us could quite believe how things unfolded, fueled by alcohol and daring. At her place, a final drink dissolved the last shreds of doubt. This man—a massive athlete with an impressive member—sat back on the couch as she straddled his lap, their lips locking sensually. Watching them unfold their chemistry, my cock grew rock hard.
She took him into her mouth with eager determination, though his size challenged her. As I sat nearby, painfully aroused and clutching my own hardness at the base to stave off the inevitable, she slowly disrobed. Then, mounting him, she turned so I could see her from behind as he entered her for the first time. Her body undulated with his thrusts, sinking down fully three times.
That was the moment I lost control. A cascading release exploded through me, ropes of cum spurting in their direction, though neither of them seemed to notice amid their own ecstasy. Even after climax, my cock remained sensitive and eager.
The intensity of watching them together drove me wild. We’d agreed beforehand on our limits, though she pushed boundaries I hadn’t imagined she would, and I couldn’t have been happier for it. The acts they shared felt astonishing and unforgettable.
We ensured protection was used, though in a heated moment, she boldly requested he go raw, sliding inside her without the condom. To keep this tale focused and leave some stories for later, suffice it to say she asked if he would climax in her mouth—and, well, I’ll leave that to your imagination.