That night, I shared a secret desire with my girlfriend. She’d already been with several men I’d told you about before, each encounter thrilling in its own way. But I was craving something fresh—something stirring, daring, and completely new.
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We lay tangled together, chatting about her past lovers. Before me, she’d been with a man she still kept in touch with occasionally, their bond cordial and familiar. She even had a few videos on her phone—intimate moments where he passionately took her and she eagerly pleased him. When she learned of my fantasy about her being with other men, she showed me those clips, and my arousal skyrocketed.
That evening, as we relaxed in bed, I suggested something bold. “I want him to fuck you,” I whispered. I caught the spark of intrigue in her eyes, tinged with a hint of nervousness. I imagined him taking her just like in the videos—fucking her from behind, making her moan, and filling her mouth with his climax.
She reached out to him, and soon after, they met for drinks. Though nothing happened that night, the anticipation only built. Days later, while I was away again, he was supposed to come by in the evening. That very morning, she’d already been with another man. Two different men in a single day—it was intoxicating just to think about.
I’d bought her a new bodysuit for the occasion—scarlet, sheer, clinging to every curve, with a daring thong back. I wanted her to greet me home wearing it, her skin gleaming with traces of their passion.
That night, as I sat in a café, a message arrived—a photo. She perched on the edge of the bed, hands wrapped around his hard cock, teasing her lips. My pulse thundered. Unable to resist, I slipped into the restroom, unzipped, and let myself go, the thrill nearly overwhelming as I spilled inside the stall. My heart raced as I breathed deeply, knowing this was only the beginning.
Without cleaning up, I headed to my hotel room, peeled off my clothes, and lay back, eager for more news. The silence was heavy until finally, a call woke me in the morning. They had just finished—sex in the shower, their favorite way to end a night.
“His taste hasn’t changed,” she chuckled softly over the phone.
“What about the bodysuit?” I asked, craving every detail.
“He drenched it in cum—guess it was the highest praise,” she replied, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “It was amazing to come on a familiar cock again. I missed how thick he is.”
That man was the fourth to take her since we’d been together, and we both knew this was far from the last.