Pete's strong, sweaty hand clamped around my dick, manhandling the throbbing fuck stick and ramming the head right against the fleshy gash of Emma's cunt. Let me tell ya’ man, my cock was huge, pumped, a fuckin’ weapon. The head of my hard rod was rammed against the soft folds of Emma's little, wet cunt. And fuck me sideways if it wasn't a sight to make you bust a nut.

My dick was monstrous in its arousal, swollen beyond belief and throbbing with an intensity that could rival a friggin’ jackhamma’. It was as if every vein had been pumped with molten lust, each ridge standing out like the corded muscles on a bodybuilder's bicep. Aroused by the two of ‘em, Pete’s touch and Emma’s sluty beauty, it became more than just a part of me—it transformed into a weapon of pure desire.

The sheer size was daunting, even for me; it felt bigger than ever before. I couldn’t help but marvel at the beastly length and girth that jutted from my hips like some effin’ pornographic Excalibur. It was hard enough to hammer nails and thick enough to make even the most seasoned slut salivate in anticipation.

Every beat sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, making my knees buckle slightly under the weight of pure carnal delight. My cock was not just huge—it was colossal—a fucking testament to raw male power.

Her juices were already leaking out, glistening around the swollen lips, a goddamn invitation. I could feel the hot, wet slickness waiting to swallow me whole. Pete's fingers dug into my shaft, a possessive grip that told me he was loving this shit as much as I was. "Get in there, Gabs," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Split that bitch open and pump your load deep into her fuckin’ hole."

With one slow push I’m buried balls deep. My body gets to movin’ to the hammering of my heart, cock pumppin’ in and out, slow and deliberate. Long strokes that dig deep into her, a dance of flesh and desire that sends shivers to my soul. Her wet heat wraps around me, the velvety smoothness of her pussy sending jolts of animal pleasure through my veins.

"God, Emma," I groan out, the words rough and raw from my throat. "You're so friggin' tight." I can't help but let loose a sinister chuckle as I feel her clench around me in response. "Feels effin' amazing," I add with a smirk, pumping harder now, my cock finding its rhythm in her wet heat.

Emma’s moanin’, loud and unfiltered, and her tits bounce with every savage thrust. It’s a fuckin’ sight, man—a symphony of obscene motion and wet, slapping noises, every jolt making her whole body ripple. Her nails claw at the sheets, knuckles turning white, and she doesn’t even try to muffle the raw animal sounds coming out of her throat. Each time I bottom out, her tits jiggle wild and out of control, nipples glistening with a sheen of sweat. The whole bed shudders under us, every spring and headboard moaning right along with her

And Pete’s gruntin’ beside us, running his warm hands over me, pinching my nipples. He’s watching us, his eyes burning with desire. He kissed along my shoulder, up to my ear, whispering, "Fuck yeah, Gabs," his voice thick. "Fuck her good."

He lands a palm on my thigh, then runs it up to my chest till he’s cradling my skull as his mouth latches on to mine and we swapped spit. His tongue was a fucking invader, storming my mouth and obliterating any coherent thought in its path. The world shrunk down to the white-hot pleasure buzzing at the top of my head.

His kisses just turned into some animalistic shit—longer, grinding, sloppy wet—and I found myself gasping for air. I pressed myself against him, our sweaty bodies melted together. His lips moved over mine as if he were already balls deep inside me—greedy, biting kisses that were all teeth and tongue.

In between our hot lip-locking, Pete managed to rasp out words that sent another jolt through me. "Fuck, I love seeing you with Emma," he growled against my lips. "The way you go..., at it..., it's fucking hot."

Emma's voice echoed through the small room, a symphony of raw desire. "Oh God," she gasps out, her words punctuated by the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath us. "Your cock... it feels so fucking good." The words tumble from her lips in a heated rush, lost somewhere between a moan and a plea. Her body arches up to meet mine, every movement an affirmation of the pleasure coursing through us both. Emma's breathy whispers fill the air as she continues to voice her carnal enjoyment, "Don't stop... please don’t stop."

My cock was hard as a rock, throbbing with a building pressure. It felt like my chest was going to burst, every breath a struggle. "FFFFuck..." was all I managed to groan out, my voice thick. Emma's pussy lips, slick and swollen, were wrapped around my dick, each slow stroke sending shivers down my spine. It was torture, pure heaven and absolute hell all mixed together. The friction was driving me insane, making me want to come so badly I could taste it.

"You're so fucking wet, Emma," I whispered. Her juices were oozing onto my cock, coating it in a thick, sticky layer of her cunt. It felt hot and slick, and the smell... The smell of cum mixing with her sweet, musky scent was intoxicating. It was primal, driving me absolutely fucking wild. I was so close, I could feel it bubbling up inside me, a volcano about to erupt.

Emma jerked beneath me, a loud moan escaping her lips. My hand found her throbbing clit, rubbing it gently but persistently. She arched against me, whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips.

After teasing and tormenting her for what seemed like an eternity, it’s time to end it, ya know? Not that I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ this sweet thing till the sun comes up. Need that angle just right, get this fuckin' monster buried deeper in that tight little pussy of hers. And don't even get me started on how bad I wanna’ suck Pete's dick right now. So I moved Emma's legs, got us all locked up in a scissor grip, and my fuckin’ cock’s jamming real deep inside her. She lets out this fuckin' gasp, eyes flutter open, and whispers my name – 'Oh, Gabs' – like a fuckin' siren. Man, the way she says it... makes my fuckin' balls ache.

Emma's all fucked up, man. Ya shoulda’ seen that slut.

Now I'm slippin’ my dick in and out of her, nice and deep, slow and steady. But one dick ain't enough for this slut. I need Pete's meat in my mouth. “Get your ass up, Pete,” I growl, “I wanna suck that fuckin' cock dry.”

Pete wasted no time hauling himself up beside me, his cock hard and dripping with precum. I reach out, wrapping my hand around his shaft, feeling the silky smooth skin. "You've got a nice cock, Pete," I say, my voice husky. I lean forward, taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip. He groans, his fingers tangling in my hair.

From below, Emma's eyeballing us, her eyes wide with lust and curiosity. I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock, her hips grinding against mine. "God, Emma, you feel so friggin' good," I murmur, my mouth still wrapped around Pete's cock.

Pete starts to move, slowly fucking my mouth. My spit is spilling out, covering his dick, dripping down over his balls onto Emma. I can feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, can taste the saltiness of his precum. I look up at him, our eyes meeting. He smiles down at me, his eyes filled with heat and desire.

I pull back, releasing Pete's cock with a pop. "You taste so effin' good, Pete," I say, grinning up at him. I turn to look at Emma, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with passion. "And you, Emma, you feel incredible. So wet, so tight."

I get back to business, grinding against Emma, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Those sweet wet sclep, sclep, sclep... fuck sounds mix with our breathing and our moans. I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I reach out, wrapping my hand around Pete's cock again, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

"Gabs," Emma gasps, her body tensing beneath me. "I'm close, so close."

I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock, can feel her body trembling. I thrust harder, deeper, my hand moving faster on Pete's cock, my mouth sucking harder.

"Fuck, Gabs," Pete groans, his body tensing. "I'm gonna cum."

I look up at him, our eyes meeting. "Cum in my mouth, Pete," I say, the words spit out comically cock-in-mouth gurgled. "I want to taste you."

His fat cock head bounced a little, shaking yes, while his body was vibrating like a live wire. I suck him off, my mouth a hungry vacuum, just as he hits the edge. His load blew out like a motherfuckin’ geyser, a delicious, salty wave of jizz that filled up my throat. I gulp it down, mindless and instinctive, the raw, primal hit sending shivers of pure, animalistic pleasure through me. Hot damn, that was good!

Jesus Christ, it’s like a goddamn explosion hits me outta fuckin’ nowhere. A raw, animal roar tears outta my throat along with the last bits of Pete’s jizz, flowing from my cock flled mouth, dripping down from my chin onto me. My whole body goes into a goddamn spasm, and my fuckin’ brain just shuts the fuck off and explodes, man. There’s just pure, scorching heat and this insane fucking pleasure ripping through me. Every goddamn pulse just shoves me deeper into Emma's sopping-wet pussy.

This ain't no gentle breeze, it's a fucking hurricane up my spine. Starts as a goddamn twitch at the base of my cock, then BOOM! Fucking inferno. My muscles clench so tight they’re gonna fucking snap, every nerve ending screaming for release like a goddamn banshee. World shrinks down to just this goddamn fuck-fest, this one goddamn point of pleasure that feels like it's gonna rip me apart, piece by goddamn piece.

Then it hits - wave after wave of pure bliss crashing over me with relentless force. My cock throbs within Emma's pussy, each spasm sending jets of hot cum deep inside her welcoming depths. My vision blurs, and for one glorious moment, there's nothing but the raw intensity of our shared carnal desire.

Spent, I yank my head back, Pete’s fat cock slipping from my lips. I glance down at Emma, her cheeks all rosy, eyes glazed over with that blissful look. I smirk, my own body still buzzing from the way we just came together. Damn, that was good.

"Holy hell," I breathed, a low chuckle rumbling in my chest. "Never thought I'd be sucking some dude off while fucking a babe." I swipe some cum from my chin a suck my fingers clean.

Emma giggles, her tiny body still shaking beneath me. She’s got this dreamy blissed out look and she struggles to spit out a few words. "And I never thought... I'd be watching... my man... get sucked off by a guy... while I’m... fucked," she says, her voice filled with amusement.

I look up at Pete, his face filled with satisfaction and something else, something softer. "And what about you, Pete?" I ask, grinning. "What did you think?"

He smiles down at me, his eyes filled with warmth. "I thought it was fucking hot, Gabs," he says, his voice soft. "I thought you two were fucking hot."

A warm feeling just spread through me when he said that shit—a deep feeling of everything be right and nasty. I've embraced something new with them tonight, something I never thought I'd experience. And I fucking loved it. Inside, I’m over the top, looking forward to whatever comes next.

I pull out, my cock glistening with cum and Emma's juices, and I can't help but smile at the friggin' mess we've made. Emma's sprawled out on the bed, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looks absolutely wrecked, and I can't help but feel a swell of pride at that. Pete's standing there, his cock still hard, glistening with my spit and his cum. His eyes are wide, his chest heaving.

"Fuck, that was hot," he murmurs, running a hand through his hair. I grin up at him, then look down at Emma.

"You okay, Emm?" I ask, my voice soft. She nods, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

"More than okay," she murmurs, her voice breathless. I grin, then motion for Pete to come closer.

"Come on, Pete," I say, my voice low. "Let's make her feel even better."

He raises an eyebrow but comes closer, his cock bobbing slightly as he moves. I shift down, my face level with Emma's pussy. She's swollen, red, and glistening with our combined juices. I glance up at Pete, who's watching me intently.

"Ever done this before?" I ask him, a smirk playing on my lips. He shakes his head, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks.

"Um, nope," he admits.

I grin, then turn back to Emma. "Spread your legs, Emm," I murmur, my voice harsh and low. She complies, her legs falling open to reveal her pussy. I can see her clit, swollen and begging for attention. I lean in, my tongue darting out to flick against it. Emma gasps, her hips jerking slightly.

I look up at Pete, who's watching with wide eyes. "Come on, Pete," I say, my voice low. "Lick her with me."

He held back for a beat, then plunged down next to me, his tongue shyly poking out to taste Emma's cum oozing slit. My gut’s telling me that Pete’s not into this as much as I am.

Emma groans, her hips giving an involuntary jerk, like she’s begging us to get at her. I gave a wicked little laugh and began feasting, my tongue teasing her sensitive nub.

Pete? That dude’s just half-assing it on her cum-smeared pussy lips. Man, I tell ya’, this slut’s wasted on that limp dick!

Emma’s moans filled the room like a filthy melody, her hips squirming and thrashing as the two of us worked her pussy. I can feel Pete's tongue brushing against mine, sending a jolt of filthy excitement coursing through me. This is so effin' hot, so nasty, so fuckin’ awesome!

Her body’s tight, straining towards our tongues as we edge her closer and closer. I can feel her clit throbbing against my tongue - a wild little beast in heat. “Oh fuck,” she gasps between ragged breaths, her nails raking down my back painfully. “Oh God, Gabs... FUCK... Pete...” Her body convulses wildly beneath us; pussy juice splatters across my face with each thrust of her hips. “I’m gonn... I’m gon... I’m g...”

Outta’ nowhere, Pete yanks at my hair, hard, like he’s been dying to do it all night, and jams my face straight into Emma's sopping pussy. I get a noseful of her, and my mouth’s crammed full of slick, salty heat before I even get a chance to gasp. Pete’s hand is tight in my hair, fingers digging in, using my head as a fuckin’ battering ram. I swear my tongue is shoved halfway up Emma’s cunt, and she lets out this high-pitched, unhinged squeal that comes straight from her friggin’ toes.

The taste is insane—salty, sweet, tangy—and it’s strong. Fuck, man, I get off on this filthy shit! My jaw aches, but I don't stop; I want to see how far she’ll go before she tears a hole in the mattress or cracks the fucking headboard. As Pete pins me down, Emma fucks my face, trying to mash me even deeper into her.

Emma’s got my face jammed in her drenched pussy and she’s bucking so hard against my tongue, it feels like she wants to rip my fuckin’ head off and plant it right inside her. I hear nothing but the squelch of her cunt and this desperate, animal grunting from all of us—all the civilized shit’s been blown away by the hot wind of pure, rabid lust. Pete yanks my head back, then drives my mouth to her clit so hard my nose gets flattened on her mound. I taste her everywhere: slick and salty, her sweat and ours, and the tang of three orgasms mingling on my lips.

That slut face fucked me hard, and it wasn’t long when— BOOM—she comes hard, a scream ripping from her effin’ throat, raw and untamed. Her pussy clamps down on my tongue, shivering and twitching, and I can feel the pulses in my jaw, in my neck, in my fuckin’ soul. She’s got me locked up, using my face to ride out every last wave, and I’m loving every second.

“Fuck, Emm,” Pete groans, his voice thick with lust. “You’re so goddamn hot, babe. Bet you want his whole head up there, don’t you?”

Emma just screams again, her body doing this full-body seizure as she cums, and it’s so hot my own cock twitches even though I just blew a load. There’s something about her letting go like that, no pretense, no shame—just raw need. I love the filthy way Pete talks, the way he gets off on calling her names while she’s losing her mind. I want to keep licking her, want to see how far she’ll go, how many times she’ll come before she passes out or starts crying or fuckin’ bites me. My tongue keeps working, lapping up every drop, and Emma’s got both hands now locked in my hair, holding my mouth over her soaking, spasming cunt.

Pete’s face is right beside mine now, and I can feel his lips brushing my ear: “Don’t let up, Gabs. She needs it.” And he’s right—Emma’s not done, not at all. She’s writhing, humping, grinding so hard the headboard’s rattling against the wall like a kid banging a drum set. The room smells like sweat and sex and tangled desire. My tongue is numb, my jaw’s starting to ache, but I don’t stop.

“Fucking—oh—god—yes!” Emma’s voice is shrapnel, tearing through the air. I shift position and suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue, and she goes off like I stuck a live wire in her. She’s making this guttural, choking sound, like she can’t even get enough oxygen to scream anymore. She starts to shake—not just a quiver, but a friggin’ earthquake, her whole body rolling through aftershocks.

Fuck, man, I can hardly breathe, but I ain’t stoppin’. I love getting used like this—like I’m their fuckin’ fuck toy! I ain’t stoppin’! My tongue was lapping her wet pussy raw, til I was sure she was seeing stars, and that sweet-filthy taste was seared onto my mouth. I want to see how much messier I can make her.

My tongue is going wild in Emma's cunt, scraping and sucking every drop of cum and juice, and for a second I forget the whole world—forget Pete hunched next to me, forget the small, sweaty room, forget my own aching cock twitching under me. There's only Emma—her taste, her heat, the way her thighs clamp around my ears and the sharp little cries she lets loose every time the tip of my tongue nails her clit. Every muscle in my body is straining, my hands locked on her shaking hips, my face slick with her and sweat. I keep going, animal, greedy, chasing the next wave, determined to lick her fucking dry.

My jaw is numb, my nose mashed up in her, my face is a mess, and my eyes are nearly glued shut from the splash of her last orgasm. I don’t even realize Pete’s hand creeping into my hair, not until he grabs a fistful and yanks my head back like I’m a dog on a leash. The sudden pull almost snaps my neck, and for a split second I’m stunned—just hanging there, mouth open, saliva and pussy juice strung between my lips and her raw, quivering slit.

I’m gasping, my face drenched, cum and spit and pussy juice all over my chin and dripping down my neck. I blink a few times, dazed, and look up. Emma’s flat on her back, arms flung out, her hair wet with sweat, and her chest heaving like she’s run a marathon. Pete just locked eyes with her, his grin holding a mix of pride, raw hunger, and something kinda nasty and messed up.

Emma throws her head back, her hair a mess, a sheen of sweat covering her skin. “More,” she begs, her voice hoarse. “Give me more, you bastards.”

“You got it, darlin’,” I say, shifting my position slightly to get a better angle. Her pussy’s slick and hot, and I’m lapping at her like a goddamn thirsty dog.

Pete’s snaked up beside her, going to town on her tits, squeezing and twisting them, sucking them, biting them, and his cock is hard as a rock, bouncing against her thigh.

Emma pulls Pete to her before clamping her legs around my head, yanking me right into her. This time, man, she’s got no fuckin’ mercy. Her hips are a force of nature, shoving my face deeper into her wet, hungry pussy. I’m drowning in her, my mouth full of her desperate heat, and she’s so fucking lost in it. Her pussy’s wide open, and I’m loving every filthy, goddamn second of it. Emma’s gone wild, like a bitch in heat, and her cunt’s so wet I can barely keep up. And I just lose myself in her slippery, soaking wetness, working my magic on her again, seeing how far this fucking whore will go to wring herself dry.

She’s got both hands locked in my hair, tighter than a vice, and her hips are rolling so hard I’m seeing stars. My tongue is her prisoner, stuck in her slick, quivering heat, and I’m lapping her sweet mess like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. She’s cumming again, and fuck, man, I can’t believe I’m still hard. I’m dizzy and raw and she’s not slowing down. She’s like a fucking animal, her pussy devouring me.

“Cum, Emma, cum for us,” Pete growls, and his voice is low and urgent, like it’s coming from someplace way down deep. She lets out a scream so wild it fuckin’ shreds the air, and she loses it. She fucking loses it. Her pussy explodes, drenching my face in her hot, slick, juice, and I’m doused in it, soaked to the bone. I’m dripping with her, with all of her, and it’s fucking perfect. She’s given me my favorite kind of mess, and I’m drinking every last drop.

I pull back, grinning up at Pete. His face is flushed, his eyes wide with excitement. I can't help but snicker, a low, devilish, dirty sound. "Fuck, that was hot," I growl, my voice breathless.

Pete grins down at me, his eyes filled with warmth. "Fuck yeah..." he agrees, his voice soft. He swipes his rough hand over his wet mouth. "it was."

“Holy shit,” she pants, a lazy grin spreading across her face. “Pete...” She reaches down for him. “Come here, hon.”

Pete curled up next to her, Emm, sprawled on the bed, all limp and shit, eyes all dreamy like, little satisfied smirk on her face. Fuckin' A. We totally just tag-teamed that pussy. Me and Pete. Double-dipped the goddamn thing. And look at her, all blissful after we both ate her out. Slut loved it. I can practically taste her cum still. Fuckin’ right. We fuckin’ did that. Together. I’m still stroking my cock, picturing myself going down on her again.

Emma and Pete curled up and cuddled, covering each other with wet kisses. I stand up, my body aching, my cock already starting to stir again. But I know I need a break, and so do they. They need some time together. I look around the room, my eyes landing on the door.

"I, uh, I'm gonna go clean up," I say, my voice soft. Pete nods, his eyes filled with understanding.

"Yeah, man," he mumbles, his voice gentle. "Take your time."

“Right,” I mutter, then slip into the bathroom. My body feels like it's been abused, but in the best possible way. Achy, yeah, but that's the price you pay for some nice, long, fuckin’. My mind's a whirlwind of afterglow – the way Emma moaned, Pete's grip on my cock, the way our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

I splash cold water on my face, jolting myself back to reality. In the mirror, my eyes are still wide with that post-fucking glow, cheeks flushed like I've been running a marathon. Happy? More like euphoric. I grin like a friggin’ Cheshire Cat, the kind that's seen stuff, ya’ know? Things that would make a nun blush.

Like a fuckin’ ninja, I slink out of the bathroom, leaving the bedroom door slightly open. I figure they're probably still tangled up like a pile of laundry, enjoying the afterglow in their own way. No need to interrupt the magic—so, I make my way to the living room, collapsing onto the couch. I can hear the soft murmur of voices from the bedroom, and I can't help but smile. They're gettin' their groove on, and I'm here, chilling, enjoying the sweet sound of their pleasure. Win-win.

My eyes flutter shut, the afterglow still buzzing through me. Pete's cock, thick and throbbing, replays in my head, with the memory of its taste still lingering on my tongue. Emma's moan, a raw, animalistic sound, echoes in my head, a perfect counterpoint to the slick, sloppy sounds of their bodies grinding together. Damn, it was hot. So filthy, so depraved, so utterly, perfectly wrong.

I know I should probably go home, but I don't want to. I want to stay here, in this moment, with them. I want to explore this new side of myself, this dirty, sexy, confident side. I want to see where this journey takes me.

Apparently, I blacked out. Next thing I know, I'm jolted awake by the pitter-patter of tiny feet. My eyes flutter open, and there she is – Emma, looking like a goddess after a good workout, wrapped in a ridiculous little robe, hair a complete disaster. Talk about a post-coital glow-up. Man, she was a sight for sore eyes.

"Hey, sleepy head," she says, her voice soft. I squint, grin up at her, stretching slightly.

"Hey," I murmur, my voice still thick with sleep. She sits down on the couch next to me, her body warm and soft against mine.

"You okay?" she asks, her voice gentle. I nod, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Yeah," I say, my voice soft. "I'm more than okay."

And it's true. I am more than okay. I'm happy, content, satisfied. I'm exploring a new side of myself, a side I never knew existed. And I can't wait to see how far this shit goes.

“How about you and Pete?” I ask.

“We’re good,” she says. Then her face lights up, she giggles, and she’s off, endless words coming at me. “Hell, we’re more than good, Gabs! That was amazing! I mean, I never... That was so much better...”

Eventually, she had to stop for air. She ran a hand over my chest and then, all coy like, asks, “Can you stay the night?” with big doe eyes looking down at me. And then, “Please, Gabs.”

I looked up at Emma, her eyes filled with warmth and desire. And I know, in that moment, that everything is going to be okay. More than okay. It's gonna’ be wicked awesome!

“Um, sure,” I say.

"Woohoo," she squeals, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I’ll get you some sheets.”

I watch her ass bounce as she walks away. My cock stirs.

A few minutes later, she’s back. Me? Sprawled on the couch, slowly working my growing erection, not bothering to stop. Her face is a picture of pure amusement. “Jesus, Gabs,” she breathes, “You're a walking, talking sin, aren't you?”

She tosses the sheets on the coffee table and comes over. “Good night, Gabs. Thanks for tonight. We’ll see you in the morning.” She gives me a light kiss. She pulls back, looks down at me, running a hand over my bare chest. She bends back, kisses me harder, our tongues flicking together, and pulls back, saying “Goodnight, Gabs.”

The taste of cum lingers on my lips. Did she suck off Pete, I wonder? I look up to watch her go. Pete is standing in the doorway, cock in hand, lookin’ like a porn star. Questions ricochet through my spinning head. Had he been watching the whole time? How much did he see? What’s he thinking?

Emma falls into his arms and they kiss, long and hard. They turn, and walk away, disappearing into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

The faint smell of fucking and sweat was hanging in the air. I took a deep breath of that shit, then crashed back down on the couch. Fingers curling around my shaft, I replay the whole damn thing in my head. This ain't no cheap porno, baby. This is the real deal. The place is eerily quiet now, except for the fridge humming in the kitchen. Moonlight's doing a weird shadow puppet show on the walls. My body is sticky, and my hardening dick is crusted over with cum and pussy juice. I can't believe what just happened. I can't believe what I just did. Damn! - I feel so fuckin’ alive, man!

My mind is racing, replaying every friggin' moment. Emma's soft moans, Pete's firm grip, the taste of their skin, the scent of their desire. It's all a jumbled mess of sensation and emotion. I shift slightly, the couch cushions squeaking softly beneath me. I look down at my body, tracing the lines of my muscles, still tensed from exertion. There are faint red marks on my skin, reminders of eager hands and hungry mouths.

I can't help but grin, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across my face. I did it. I friggin' did it. I had a threesome. I had sex with a man. I had sex with a woman. I had sex with both of them, together. It's like my wildest fantasies came to life.

My grin fades as I think about what this means. About who I am now. I've always known I was bi, but this... this was something else. This was raw and primal and real. This was me, embracing every part of myself, every desire, every need. This was me, unafraid and unashamed.

Soft noises from the bedroom cut the silence. Soft moans, stifled giggles, and the gentle rhythm of... well, you know. My heart swells at the sound. They're in there, together, messin’ around, happy. Me? I'm out here, officially the third wheel, but weirdly content. It's like we're some trippy, screwed-up love triangle, and I'm the... eager spectator, I guess? Strange how life works, huh?"

Tons-a-shit’s flyin’ through my head. What the hell is going on in Pete's head right now? Does he actually think I'm worth more than a cheap thrill? Or am I just another notch on his bedpost? And Emma... goddamn, that girl was on fire. But what's the fallout gonna be? Is she gonna ghost me faster than you can say 'morning breath'?

I shut my eyes, a little 'oof' coming out of my mouth. Whatever the hell's next, I know one thing for damn sure: I ain't the same old me no more. I'm leveled up, man. I'm finally the real deal. And that shit? That's worth holdin' onto, no matter what kind of bullshit life throws my way.

With that thought, I drift off to sleep, a small smile playing on my lips. Cock in hand, getting harder, my filthy mind racing...