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Cheating Wives Threesome With A Stranger : Erotic Sex Story : Part 6

The other friend follows… and stays. She locks the door and watches her best friend get fucked hard against the sink, then joins without a word.

The sixth week the lies didn’t even feel like lies anymore.

I told Daniel I was staying over at Maya’s because her sister was going through a rough patch and we needed a long night of wine and talking.

He believed me. He always did.

He kissed me soft at the door, told me to be careful, and I walked out of our house already throbbing, bare under a short black dress, thighs slick before I even reached the car.

Maya opened the door naked except for the same black heels. Her cunt was already wet, a thin shine down the inside of one thigh.

She didn’t speak. She just took my hand and led me straight to the bedroom.

He was waiting. Naked. Hard. Cock heavy and flushed, the head already glistening. He pointed at the floor in front of the bed.

“Hands and knees. Side by side. Asses up. Faces down. Now.”

We dropped. Shoulders pressed together, knees spread wide, backs arched.

I could feel the cool air on my open cunt, the slow drip of my own wetness already starting to run down my thighs.

Maya’s breathing was shaky beside me.

He walked behind us. Slow. Silent.

One big hand landed on my ass, squeezed hard, then slid between my legs and pushed two fingers straight into me with no warning.

I gasped, hips jerking.

“Still soaked for stranger cock, married girl.”

He pulled his fingers out, wiped them across my lower back, then did the same to Maya.

She moaned low and filthy when he pushed inside her.

“Good. Both of you dripping. Keep those holes open.”

He knelt behind me first.

The blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, dragged up and down through my folds, collecting slick. I pushed back without thinking.

“Say his name while I take what’s his.”

“Daniel — ”

He slammed in to the root. One brutal thrust that forced the air out of my lungs in a broken cry. “Ahhhh — fuck — yes — ”

He didn’t ease in.

He just started fucking me hard and deep, hips slamming against my ass, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Every stroke dragged against that swollen spot inside me until my arms shook.

“Louder. Let your husband hear how good another man’s cock feels stretching the cunt he comes home to every night.”

“Daniel — ahhhh yes — Daniel — it’s so fucking deep — oh god — ”

Maya’s hand slid under me, fingers finding my clit, rubbing fast and filthy while he pounded me.

I turned my head and watched her face, eyes half-lidded, mouth open, watching his cock disappear into me over and over.

He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked my head up so I was forced to look at the wall while he used me.

“Tell her. Tell your best friend how it feels.”

“It feels — ahh — so much thicker than Daniel’s — he’s splitting me open — fuck — I’m going to come — ”

He fucked me through the first orgasm without slowing.

My cunt clenched hard around him, pulsing, soaking his cock and balls while I sobbed Daniel’s name into the sheets.

He kept thrusting, forcing the orgasm longer, until I was shaking and dripping down my own thighs.

Then he pulled out wet and moved behind Maya in one smooth motion.

“Your turn. Say it.”

“Ryan — ”

He buried himself in her with the same mean thrust.

Maya’s whole body jerked forward and a raw, broken moan tore out of her throat. “Ahhhh — yes — fuck — Ryan — oh my god — ”

He fucked her harder than he’d fucked me. Deep, punishing strokes that made her tits swing and her voice crack.

I stayed on all fours beside her, watching his glistening cock slam in and out of my best friend’s married cunt, watching the way her hole stretched around him, the wet sounds, the way her thighs trembled.

“Talk to me,” he ordered, still pounding her. “Tell me what your husband doesn’t know.”

Maya’s voice came out ruined between thrusts.

“Ryan thinks — ahh — I’m at home waiting for him — he has no idea his wife is on her knees getting her cunt ruined by a stranger — fuck — it’s so deep — Ryan — Ryan — ”

I reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit the way she’d done for me.

She came with a sob, pushing back onto his cock, crying her husband’s name while her pussy fluttered and leaked around him.

He didn’t come. He pulled out of her, still rock hard, and switched back to me without wiping.

“Again. Side by side. I want both of you open and talking.”

He fucked me for a while — long, deep strokes that made me drool onto the sheets — then switched to Maya, then back to me.

Every time he pushed into one of us he demanded the name. Daniel. Ryan. Daniel. Ryan.

The words overlapped, filthy and desperate, while the wet slap of him using our cunts filled the room.

At one point he made us turn our heads and kiss while he fucked me from behind.

Maya’s tongue slid into my mouth, messy and hungry, tasting the moans I was making for another man.

When he switched to her I kept kissing her, swallowing every broken “Ryan” she sobbed against my lips.

He finally settled behind me again, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

“Both of you. Open your mouths. I want to hear the names when I fill one of you.”

Maya and I stayed on all fours, asses up, cunts dripping, faces turned toward each other so we could watch.

He slammed into me one last time and started truly fucking — hard, deep, relentless.

The headboard banged the wall. My tits swung. My voice broke.

“Daniel — ahhhh yes — Daniel — fuck me — use your wife’s cheating cunt — fill me — ”

Maya’s fingers were back on my clit, rubbing filthy circles. “Come in her,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine.

“Pump my best friend’s married hole full.

I want to watch it leak out of her while she still tastes like Daniel’s name.”

He groaned low and slammed deep one final time. I felt every thick pulse — hot, heavy, flooding me.

My orgasm hit at the same second, cunt milking him, squeezing every drop while I sobbed Daniel’s name into the sheets.

He kept thrusting through it, forcing more cum deeper, until it started leaking out around his cock in thick white streaks that ran down my thighs.

He pulled out slowly. A heavy rope of cum followed, dripping onto the floor between my knees.

Maya was already there. She pushed my thighs wider, stared at the mess leaking from my used hole, then leaned in and licked.

Long, greedy strokes of her tongue cleaning every drop, pushing inside me to get what was left, moaning while she did it.

When she finished she crawled up and kissed me hard, feeding me the taste of stranger cum mixed with my own cunt.

He wasn’t done. He moved behind Maya, still half-hard, and pushed back into her slick, open hole.

He fucked her slower this time — deep, rolling thrusts — while I held her cheeks spread and watched his cock slide in and out of my best friend’s married cunt.

“Ryan — ” she whimpered with every stroke. “Ryan — ahh — yes — ”

He came again with a low groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her.

I watched her hole pulse around him, watched the cum start to leak out the second he pulled free.

I cleaned her the same way she’d cleaned me — tongue deep, greedy, swallowing every drop while she shook and moaned her husband’s name into the mattress.

Afterward we collapsed together on the ruined sheets, skin slick, thighs sticky, the air thick with sex and the smell of cum.

He stood at the foot of the bed looking down at us, cock still glistening.

“Next week,” he said quietly, voice rough, “I want both of you on your backs. Legs spread. Knees to your chests.

I’m going to fuck one of you while the other holds her open and talks dirty about the husband who’s waiting at home.

Then I’m going to switch. And when I come, I’m going to pull out and paint both of your married faces.

You’ll lick each other clean afterward. Understand?”

Maya’s fingers trailed through the mess still leaking out of me. She looked at me, eyes dark, lips swollen.

“We’ll be here,” she whispered.

I spread my legs wider so he could see how used and full I still was, cum dripping out of the cunt my husband thought belonged only to him, and answered the only way left.

“We’ll be here.”

The seventh week I didn’t even bother with a complicated lie. I told Daniel I was going to Maya’s again. Same excuse.

Same soft kiss at the door.

He smiled like he always did, told me to have fun, and I walked out of our house already soaked, wedding ring still on my finger, nothing underneath the thin dress except the constant throb that had become part of me.

Maya met me at the door wearing only her heels and her own wedding ring. Her cunt was already shiny.

She didn’t speak. She just took my hand and led me inside.

He was waiting in the bedroom, naked, cock hard and heavy against his stomach. He looked at our hands — at the gold bands — and something dark flickered in his eyes.

“On your backs. Knees to your chests. Hold yourselves open. I want to see those married holes ready for me.”

We obeyed. Legs folded back, hands spreading our cunts wide, wedding rings glinting under the low light.

He walked between us, stroking his cock slowly, looking from one dripping slit to the other.

“Maya. Hold her open for me. Talk to her about Daniel while I use what’s his.”

Maya shifted, knelt beside my head, and reached down. Her fingers hooked into my folds and pulled me wider, exposing everything.

The cool air hit my open cunt. I was already leaking onto the sheets.

He lined up and pushed in slow this time — inch by thick inch — until he was buried to the hilt. I moaned long and broken.

“Ahhhh — yes — ”

Maya’s voice was low and filthy right against my ear.

“Daniel thinks that cunt is his. He comes home and slides into it every night thinking he’s the only one who’s ever stretched it like this.

Look at you. Taking stranger cock so deep while your best friend holds you open for him.”

He started fucking me in long, deep strokes.

The wet sound of it filled the room. Every thrust made my tits bounce and my wedding ring flash.

“Louder,” he ordered. “Say his name.”

“Daniel — ahhhh fuck — Daniel — ”

Maya kept talking, fingers still spreading me.

“He has no idea his wife is on her back with her knees at her chest, getting her married hole ruined.

He’ll kiss you later and taste nothing. He’ll never know how full you are right now.”

The stranger reached down, rubbed my clit hard while he pounded me, and my first orgasm slammed through me so fast I cried out.

“Daniel — yes — ahhhh — ”

He fucked me through it without slowing, forcing my cunt to milk him while Maya held me open and whispered more filth.

Then he pulled out, glistening, and moved between Maya’s thighs.

“Your turn. Hold her. Talk about Ryan.”

I shifted, grabbed Maya’s thighs, and pulled her open the same way.

He slammed into her in one hard thrust. Maya’s back arched and a raw moan tore out of her.

“Ahhhh — Ryan — fuck — ”

I leaned close to her ear, voice thick. “Ryan thinks this pussy belongs to him. He has no idea how wet you get for another man’s cock.

No idea how deep it goes when someone else is using you.

Look at your wedding ring while he fucks you. Tell him how good it feels.”

“Ryan — ahhhh yes — it’s so fucking deep — Ryan — ”

He fucked her harder, the headboard slamming the wall.

I kept her spread, watching his thick cock disappear into my best friend’s married cunt over and over, watching the way her hole stretched and gripped him.

He switched back and forth for a long time — fucking one of us while the other held the open cunt and talked dirty about the husband waiting at home.

Daniel. Ryan. Daniel. Ryan. The names overlapped with moans and the wet slap of skin.

Then the twist came.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Daniel’s name lit up the screen.

The stranger looked at it, then at me, and smiled slow and mean.

“Answer it.”

I froze. He didn’t stop thrusting. He just kept fucking me deep and steady while Maya held my legs open.

“Answer it. Speaker. And you stay nice and sweet for your husband while I use his wife’s cunt.”

My hand shook as I hit accept and put it on speaker.

“Hey, baby,” Daniel’s voice came through, warm and ordinary.

“Just checking in. You girls having a good night?”

The stranger slammed into me harder. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood and forced my voice to stay soft.

“Y-yeah… we’re good. Just… talking. Drinking a little.”

Maya’s fingers tightened on my thighs, holding me wider so he could go deeper.

He rubbed my clit in tight circles while he fucked me, and I had to swallow a moan.

Daniel chuckled. “Don’t stay out too late. I miss you already. Love you.”

The stranger leaned down, mouth against my ear, and whispered so only I could hear:

“Tell him you love him while I fill this cheating cunt.”

My voice cracked but I kept it sweet. “I love you too, baby. I’ll… I’ll be home soon.”

He didn’t come yet.

He just kept fucking me through the entire conversation — deep, filthy strokes that made my eyes water — while I talked to my husband like nothing was happening.

Maya watched, eyes dark, still holding me open, whispering under her breath so Daniel couldn’t hear:

“That’s it. Talk sweet to him while another man breeds his wife.”

When the call ended I dropped the phone and a broken, filthy moan tore out of me.

“Ahhhh — Daniel — fuck — yes — ”

The stranger pulled out of me, moved to Maya, and fucked her just as hard while I held her open and made her say Ryan’s name over and over.

Then he came back to me one last time.

“Both of you. Mouths open. Tongues out.”

He stroked his cock fast, glistening with both of us, and came in thick, heavy ropes across our faces.

Hot cum landed on my lips, my tongue, my cheeks, my wedding ring.

Maya got the same — stripes across her mouth and chin.

We didn’t wait for the order. We turned to each other and licked.

Tongues sliding over skin, cleaning every drop, kissing with his cum between us while he watched.

Afterward we lay there, faces sticky, cunts still leaking, wedding rings still on.

He looked down at us, still half-hard.

“Next week,” he said quietly, “I’m bringing a friend. You’ll both be on your knees when we walk in.

You’ll suck us together. Then we’ll take you at the same time — one in each married cunt.

And when we come, you’ll thank us by name while your husbands’ names are still in your mouths. Understand?”

Maya’s fingers trailed through the mess on my thigh. She looked at me, eyes heavy, lips shiny with cum.

“We’ll be here,” she whispered.

I spread my legs a little wider so he could see how used I still was, and answered the only way left.

“We’ll be here.”