All persons in this story are over 18 and are consenting adults. I originally wrote this for a married couple I was talking to at the time. Nothing ever occurred from such relationship, but if anything would have, this is the ideal. I started talking to them through another social media, where my user is rocky_balboner, hence the title.
Enjoy!
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The food was good, that's not why I wasn't eating. The atmosphere, too, was pristine. Almost as if you planned everything down to the T, to make this night perfect for us. All three of us. This isn't the first time we've met, but it is the first time that we all are aware of what is going to be occurring after dinner, too. We've all talked about it, too, who wants to be fucked first, who wants to eat the other person's pussy first, you know. The usual for threesomes. At a mere glance at your wife, I can tell she is wet judging by the way she blushes when she makes eye contact with either of us or by the way she hasn't stop grinding her thighs together, as though she needs more friction. Not that I blame her. I agreed to no sexually activities for a week before our meet up, no matter how much you all teased me.
Audio videos of you fucking her, narrating how she feels on your dick, hearing her whimpers as you rearrange her insides, by the end I was ready to combust. Her and I? We were noticeably turned on and ready. You, however, were cool a cucumber as though two women desperate for your dick was a usual Saturday night. I have no idea how you didn't feel pressured with the two of us having sex with our eyes and our anticipation for the night ahead. Judging by your occasional smirk whenever you locked eyes with one of us, you were well aware of how ready we really are. The most either of us could say was how beautiful we found the other and how excited we both were for tonight. Taking pity on your wife and I, after a good hour and a half of a "dinner" that didn't include any eating, you called for the check.
After a fight to pay the check, in which I lost with no dignity-I fully expect my ass to be reddened at some point tonight-the next hurdle in starting the evening's activities would be the seating arrangement in the car. I was a fan of getting to taste your wife's pussy, but I was also a fan of throating your dick on the way. I also would've loved watching the two of you masturbate each other in the rearview as I drove. Tough decisions but I wasn't the one in charge tonight. The rearview mirror was at the perfect angle for your wife to see the absolute mess I was making in sucking your dick. She was able to see the hand your hand fisted in my hair, controlling my rhythm, forcing me down further, before allowing me to come up for a second of air. There was no loud music, either, which allowed her to hear the erotic sounds of you fucking my throat, I wasn't in charge of this blowjob, not in the slightest, and I wasn't complaining. Prior to meeting up, my desires to be completely owned, to be nothing but a fuckdoll there for pleasure were discussed, multiple times. When you pulled my hair, hard, to get me off your dick and onto your balls, my pussy gushed and your wife let out a very audible moan. There was no question if I liked rough or not, and you were going to take full advantage of it.
The car ride had to have been about 20 minutes to the hotel, not that I was able to count much, in which I spent with my mouth either around your cock or your balls. Although you didn't cum, god knows how, I was still able to get a taste of your precum and it was worth being your cumslut for however long you would have me. When we finally arrived and parked, I didn't want to let go of your dick. After a few pulls of my hair and a couple of smacks on my ass, I reluctantly withdrew and took your wife's hand in help to exit the car. I kept ahold of her hand after I fully emerged, only to pull her close to me to kiss her, share the flavor of your dick and balls with her. We were in a somewhat private parking structure, so when I started to grope her breasts and grab her ass as we sucked each other tongue's, there were no witnesses other than you. Not that you were complaining. By the time you grabbed our chins to stop us, my hands had started to move up her dress and she was kneading my breasts. The pout we both gave you for stopping us made you chuckle unapologetically.
"We aren't inviting anyone else to our evening tonight ladies. I already checked in earlier, we are a corner room on the top floor. Now move your pretty asses. I don't want to wait another second," you commanded us. Seeing as how we both had a voice kink, one that your voice hit in just the right spot, there were no arguments from either of us. Your wife and I weren't allowed to stand next to each other in the elevator, nor were we allowed to touch you. When we whined, too, a simple look was all it took for us to be quiet and left to our fidgeting. By the time the elevator arrived at the top floor, a mere five floors, it felt like we had been waiting an eternity. The amount of pussy juice dripping down my thighs was almost comical, if not a tad humiliating. Not wanting to get another look, no matter how much the dom in you turned us on, we followed you to our room.