My best friend knows how I feel about her boyfriend. I don't even try to hide it, and neither does he. We've flirted and slept together, and she's always been into it, even encouraged it, but I feel like something has changed. As her boyfriend and I get closer, I feel like she's becoming colder. Like she thinks I'm stealing him, and that's not true. I needed to make sure she knew.I managed to get alone with her and started a conversation. I was surprised when she said she was totally fine. I was shocked and grabbed her hand. I wasn't being flirtatious or provocative; I genuinely wanted to know her opinion. She told me, honestly, that she loved seeing us together. That she liked the intensity that arose between us during sex. She kept talking and started fidgeting in her chair. I realized she was getting aroused just talking about it!
I arrived at the hotel entrance and soon received your message on WhatsApp with the room number. I called the elevator and got off on the floor I wanted, and when I got to the door I knocked twice. I didn't wait long, because the door opened. First time we'd met... You tried to hug me... I stopped you.If you want me to stop, just say "blue" until that moment happens, and I'll just do what you ask.You nodded, bit your lip, lowering your head, but your eyes remained on me. I took a blindfold I had and placed it over your eyes. I took your hand and led you to the bed.
He arrived, we opened the door, and he greeted me with a handshake. She was wearing a sheer black dress. She looked beautiful at 5'6" and had a slim body with small breasts and a perky butt. Her breasts were exposed by the sheer baby doll, but her panties still held a surprise. He went over and gave her a tight hug, even lifting her slightly off the ground. He slid his hands down her body and rested them on her waist while she hugged him around the neck. She even asked if he wanted anything: a drink, food. But he replied:
We've always been intense. From the beginning of our relationship, sex was never just about pleasure—it was about power, surrender, and control. And it was in one of those late-night conversations, over wine and lust, that we decided she would be the dominatrix this time. I would stay by her side, training her, showing her how to guide, how to command, how to possess another person. And together, we would go deeper.
We've always been intense. From the beginning of our relationship, sex was never just about pleasure—it was about power, surrender, and control. And it was in one of those late-night conversations, over wine and lust, that we decided she would be the dominatrix this time. I would stay by her side, training her, showing her how to guide, how to command, how to possess another person. And together, we would go deeper.
Well, the year was 2023, when I went out with a group of friends, and I ended up meeting a girl called Larissa, Larissa was brunette, 1.60, black hair that reached a little below her shoulders, a toned body, average butt and small breasts.After that, we went to my house and had an after-party, we drank, and around 5:30 everyone left. About 3 days went by and I ran into her in the college hallway, so we talked for almost an hour, and then she invited me to a party she was having that weekend, and I accepted.
My husband's name is Cadu, he's 34 years old and we are very much in love, we always talk openly about various subjects, besides being a couple we are very good friends and we have maintained this over the years.For months I've had the fixed idea that you need a threesome to spice up your relationship.I once asked him what he thought about having sex with two women at the same time, he gave a little smile and replied that he had never thought about it.
What I'm about to tell you isn't a fictional story; it happened in reality. Although my 25-year marriage was going smoothly, sexually, it was as cold as Siberia. My wife and I maintained only formal dialogue, for public consumption. In bed, we rarely had any kind of contact, such was the disinterest on both sides. Our sex life prior to this period was quite conventional. Although we had sex fairly frequently, we didn't engage in more daring practices. Oral sex was as conventional as it gets, and anal sex was out of the question. It was missionary sex with very few variations. Despite everything, I never imagined my wife would cheat on me. It didn't seem like her. She didn't display any traits of a fiery, sex-hungry woman.