I’ve always believed in keeping things exciting, and with Tom, my husband, that’s never been hard. Our open marriage thrives on trust, communication, and a shared appetite for pleasure. When I met Tiffany, my new friend with her sharp wit and stunning curves, I knew she’d fit right into our world. She was freshly divorced, carrying that mix of freedom and hunger in her eyes, and after a few glasses of wine one night, I let slip about Tom’s talents—his generous endowment and his unmatched skill at going down. Her curiosity was instant, and I couldn’t resist teasing her with the idea of hooking up with him. What’s a good friend for if not to share the fun?

When Tiffany mentioned her sticking door, I saw my chance. I sent Tom over to her place, toolbox in hand, knowing he’d be his usual charming, gentlemanly self. I didn’t tell him I’d spilled our little secret to her—she deserved the thrill of surprising him. Later that evening, I got a text from him, checking if he could spend the night. My pulse quickened. I knew exactly what was unfolding. But I had a better idea. “Come home,” I texted back, “and bring Tiffany with you.” The thought of the three of us together sent a thrill through me.

When they arrived, the air was already electric. Tiffany’s cheeks were flushed, her crop top and shorts clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. Tom’s eyes sparkled with that mix of pride and mischief I love. I kept my expression neutral, savoring the tension as I led them to our master bedroom. I wanted to see how this would play out, how Tiffany would handle the heat.

I started with a simple question, locking eyes with Tom. “Did you cum inside her?” His smirk confirmed it, his voice low and honest as he admitted, “Yeah, babe, I did. Tiffany was… pretty damn enthusiastic.” I turned to Tiffany, her big, gorgeous tits still heaving from whatever they’d been up to. “How was it?” I asked, my tone calm but curious.

Her response was pure fire. “It was fucking amazing. His dick is so big.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Tom’s got a gift, and I love watching it work its magic. “He’s got a knack for making women happy,” I said, stepping closer to her, my voice teasing. “You want to stick around and see what else we can get up to together?”

Tiffany’s eyes lit up. “Yes, I’m game for some fun.”

That was my cue. I turned to Tom, my voice firm. “Pull your pants down and sit.” He obeyed, that wicked grin of his flashing as he dropped his jeans and sat on the bed, his cock already hard. I moved to him, my hands finding his balls, massaging them as I teased, “Damn, boy, your balls are sweaty!” The scent of him, mixed with the heat of the moment, was intoxicating.

Tiffany didn’t hesitate, dropping to her knees beside me, her lips wrapping around his cock as I worked lower. The sight of her sucking him, her moans muffled, sent a jolt through me. Tom groaned, his hands gripping the bed, clearly overwhelmed by the two of us. After a few minutes, I stood, pulling Tiffany up with me. I tugged her shirt off, revealing those perfect, sweat-slicked tits, and told her to strip the rest. She complied, her body bare and ready, the air thick with anticipation.

Then I took control. I pushed Tiffany onto the bed, pinning her arms down with a strength that surprised even me. “Tom, take her,” I ordered, my voice sharp. He didn’t need telling twice, positioning himself between her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he pressed in.

Tiffany played coy, teasing, “Do I get a choice?”

I leaned in, my grip tightening. “No,” I said firmly, loving the way her eyes flashed with excitement at the game.

Tom thrust into her, slow at first, then harder as she squirmed, testing my hold. “No’s not an option tonight,” I purred, pressing her wrists harder. “You’re ours.” I nodded at Tom. “Harder.” He growled, his pace turning relentless, the bed creaking under his force. Tiffany’s moans grew louder, her body arching as she played the reluctant part, but I could see the pleasure in her eyes.

She tried to wrestle free, but I was ready, my grip like iron. “Nice try, Tiffany, but you’re not getting away,” I said, my voice dripping with control. “Tom, make her squirm.” He obeyed, his thrusts brutal, his hands spreading her thighs wider. She fought a bit more, each wiggle only making the moment hotter. “You’re ours,” I whispered, biting her ear lightly, urging Tom to keep going.

Tiffany’s resolve cracked. “I’m loving it,” she gasped, her body trembling under us. I smirked, loosening my grip just enough to trail my fingers down her arms, kissing her neck as Tom kept pounding. “Good girl,” I murmured. “Tom, keep giving it to her—she’s earned it.”

The intensity built, Tiffany’s moans turning into loud cries as she started to cum, her body shaking under Tom’s relentless thrusts. “That’s it, cum for him,” I urged, my voice sultry as I held her in place, watching her unravel.

Tom’s eyes burned with lust, his rhythm faltering as he growled, “Fuck, Tiffany, I’m cumming!” He spilled inside her, his groans mixing with hers, the room filled with the raw sound of their release.

As he pulled out, I couldn’t resist. I moved between Tiffany’s legs, my tongue diving in to taste the mix of her and Tom, licking every drop of his cum from her. She moaned softly, still catching her breath, as I worked for a few minutes, savoring the intimacy of the moment. When I finished, I crawled up beside her, and we all collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and spent, the air heavy with the afterglow.

The room was quiet, just our ragged breathing filling the space. Tom broke the silence with a hoarse chuckle. “Well, damn, Tiffany, that was one hell of a night.”

I smirked, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm. “Yeah, Tiffany, you’re a fucking champ. Ready for a breather, or you already thinking about round three?”

She panted, still catching her breath, and I could feel the heat radiating from her. I glanced at Tom, his eyes still hungry, and knew we weren’t done yet. This was just the beginning for us three.