Our Valentine’s Day began quietly at home with a few drinks to set the mood. She emerged from the bedroom already dressed provocatively—a tight leather skirt hugged her hips, sheer fabric draped over a delicate lace bra, and nylon-clad legs that seemed to stretch on endlessly. From the moment I saw her, my desire surged. She knew exactly how much I adored seeing her dressed like that.
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We’d shared three threesomes before—two FFM and one MFM—but that had been more than a year ago. Since then, our conversations had been filled with tantalizing pillow talk and watching videos of confident hotwives embracing their pleasures. She often teased me about how much better she’d be at it, how expertly she could give head. “How good do you think I’d be if I were the woman in that video?” she’d ask. We both knew the thrill it would bring if the chance ever arose.
After starting the evening with drinks, we headed out for dinner, enjoying a few more cocktails. When she excused herself to the bathroom, I quietly opened the app on my phone. I had a few matches I hadn’t pursued yet, but one man, someone I knew she’d be intrigued by, replied enthusiastically, ready to meet later that night. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
Once we were back home and drinking again, she confessed how turned on she was, whispering dirty fantasies to me. That’s when I shared the surprise: our guest was on his way. Her eyes widened. “Wait… are you serious?” she asked. I confirmed. After a brief pause, she smiled, “If he’s coming over, let’s see how the night unfolds.”
About twenty minutes later, he arrived. We cracked open drinks and settled into easy conversation. When he stepped away to the bathroom, I turned to her, quietly asking if she truly wanted to go through with this. Without hesitation, she let out a breathy, “Yes.”
In the privacy of the bedroom, she immediately took me on her knees, her mouth moving slowly and deeply along my length—a clear sign she was truly aroused. Then she shifted her attention to him, taking in his impressive nine-inch cock, deepthroating him with a skill that left spit dripping down her chin. She alternated between us, giving mouth to both, her hand stroking mine whenever she buried her mouth on him. Twenty minutes passed with her devoted to pleasuring us, her eyes locked on his face as he marveled at her incredible oral talents.
He asked to taste her, and she lay back, letting her head hang off the bed’s edge. He buried his face between her thighs as he eagerly licked her, while I plunged deep into her throat. She took me fully, gagging and moaning around me as he lavished attention below. Eventually, I withdrew, moved between her legs, and took her hard while she continued nursing him.
We switched places. He rolled on a condom and entered her, slow and steady. After a minute, she glanced back and confessed her dislike for condoms, craving the bare feel. Without hesitation, he pulled out, discarded it, and slid back in bare. She moaned—a long, shuddering sound that sent chills down my spine. He flipped her onto her stomach, pounding deeply while she gagged on me. Then he shifted her onto all fours. She bounced eagerly, taking every inch with a moan that grew louder than I’d ever heard. Her tight, perfect ass jiggled with every deep thrust.
We kept exchanging roles—me inside her as she sucked him, him lifting her effortlessly and thrusting mid-air, driving his thick cock deep while she clung to him, climaxing hard. Afterward, she straddled him, riding his length with passion as I stood behind, watching her perfect ass bounce and smacking it rhythmically each time she came. She loved the attention.
I took her again while she choked on him. Then he pressed her back into doggy position, his strong hands slapping her ass harder and harder while I filled her mouth. He asked how much she was enjoying it; she moaned around me, pushing back eagerly.
We switched yet again. I fucked her missionary as she tirelessly tried to take him deeper, gagging and drooling, hungry for every inch. Then he took her doggy once more. While I filled her from behind, I asked where she wanted us to release ourselves.
She looked up, her face marked by saliva and raw desire, and declared that she wanted it all over her—she deserved every drop. I pulled out and stood over her, while he remained buried inside her, still fucking slow and deep. Together, we stroked ourselves and came, thick ropes of cum covering her forehead, cheeks, open mouth, and tongue. He emptied himself further, still buried within her, until her glowing face was dripping and coated in our release.
She stayed on her knees, taking it all in, her eyes glazed with that perfectly fucked and satisfied expression. Time had slipped away, but by night’s end, she radiated pure joy—face still messy, leather skirt pushed up, nylons ruined, completely spent and blissfully happy.
It was, without a doubt, the best Valentine’s Day we’d ever shared.
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