I am Angie, a 26-year-old woman with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. My husband, Rob, had a unique proposition for me – to offer myself to his best friend, Eric, and let him have his way with me. I was hesitant at first, but the thought of being used by another man sent shivers down my spine. I agreed, and Rob set up a night for Eric and me to meet at a luxurious hotel suite.
I felt my heart pounding as I waited for Eric in the dimly lit suite. I wore a revealing red dress that hugged my curves and accentuated my ample cleavage. When Eric walked in, his eyes roamed over my body, and I could see the hunger in them.
“You look stunning, Angie,” Eric said, his voice low and husky. He approached me, tracing a finger along my collarbone, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
“Thank you, Eric,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m all yours tonight.”
Eric leaned in, capturing my lips with his. Our kiss was slow and sensual, our tongues intertwining as we explored each other’s mouths. He tasted like whiskey and desire, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
As we kissed, Eric’s hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned into his mouth, my body aching for more.
Breaking the kiss, Eric led me to the bed, pushing me down. He knelt between my legs, hiking up my dress and exposing my lacy black thong. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal my wet pussy.
“You’re so wet for me, Angie,” Eric growled, licking his lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to lick my clit. I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking against his face. Eric chuckled, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive flesh.
“You like that, don’t you, slut?” he said, his voice dripping with desire. “You like it when I lick your pussy.”
“Yes, Eric,” I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair. “Please don’t stop.”
Eric obliged, his tongue lapping at my pussy like a man possessed. He slipped two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot. I cried out, my body trembling as an orgasm rocked through me.
But Eric wasn’t done with me yet. He stood up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“I want you to ride me, Angie,” Eric said, his voice strained. “I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
I straddled him, positioning his cock at my entrance. I sank down onto him, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. I moaned, my head falling back as I began to ride him.
“Fuck, Angie, you feel so good,” Eric groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “Ride me harder, baby.”
I did as he commanded, bouncing up and down on his cock. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, along with our moans and gasps.
Eric sat up, wrapping his arms around me. He flipped us over so he was on top. He pounded into me, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as I came again.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me,” Eric growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum.”
With a final thrust, Eric buried himself inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot cum. I moaned, my body trembling as another orgasm washed over me.
We lay there for a moment, catching our breaths. Eric pulled out of me, and I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy.
“You did good, Angie,” Eric said, kissing me softly. “You’re a good slut wife.”
I smiled, feeling satisfied. I had pleased my husband and his best friend, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
