Three Men And Me: A Group Hotwifing Fantasy

Skewered. There was no other word to describe it. I was skewered. Skewered and loving every second of it.

With my back pressed to the man below me, I groaned between my teeth as a second man slid down my throat, spit dribbling down my face. A third man had my legs over his shoulders, his hands tight on my thighs as he took me hard, fast and deep.

And the best part of all of this? Not one of these men was my husband.

Not that my husband didn’t know just what was going on. Of course he did. Not only because I tell him everything, but because he had set the whole thing up, just for me. For our anniversary. In fact, he was seated across the room right this very moment, watching as the three men—his best friends—had their way with me.

Happy Anniversary, honey , I thought as my entire body began to tremble. I’d never known such aching pleasure before.

And we were just getting started…