I’d been posting confessions here for a while. Most replies were either bots or trolls, but every so often, someone genuine slipped through. Someone who actually felt the messy, horny truth in what I wrote.
That is how I met Kate. Her first message was simple:
“Your stories are sooo hot.”
I almost ignored it, convinced it was fake. But she was real. Very real. A petite British woman with a wicked sense of humor and a filthy imagination. Soon we were trading fantasies that made my pulse race. She told me her biggest dream was a threesome with another couple.
It felt impossible. We lived in different countries. But the distance only made things hotter. Messages turned into photos, then into late-night confessions. My wife was in on it from the start. She teased me constantly, adding her own ideas to our chats, and enjoying Kate’s eagerness just as much as I did.
Then luck stepped in. I won a work reward trip, three nights in Europe, and my wife was coming with me. I texted Kate immediately.
“Breakfast together? Too wild?”
Her reply came in seconds.
“Tell me where and when.”
The first morning, Kate was already waiting in the hotel restaurant. She was even prettier than her photos, barely 5'1", with a playful smile and curves hidden under a simple dress. She looked both nervous and excited.
Breakfast was a blur. Mimosas, teasing glances, my wife’s foot sliding up her calf under the table. Kate bit her lip so hard I thought it might bleed. Then my wife leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Kate’s cheeks flushed bright red, and she excused herself to the restroom.
I looked at my wife. “What did you say?”
She smirked. “Told her to take off her bra and panties. Want to see if she listened?”
When Kate came back, her eyes sparkled with mischief. My hand slid up her thigh under the table. No panties. And she was soaked.
“She passed,” I whispered.
My wife sipped her drink slowly. “Good. Let’s go upstairs.”
The second the hotel door closed, my wife shifted gears. Confident, dominant, hungry. “So, you’re the little vixen who’s been tempting my husband?” she asked.
Kate’s answer was quiet but bold. “Not just him. I want both of you.”
My wife sat on the bed and spread her legs, her dress riding up. “Show me then. Make me cum before he even touches you.”
Kate knelt without hesitation. Watching her tongue slide over my wife’s pussy, hearing the raw moans that came out of my wife’s throat, nearly undid me. My cock was hard enough to hurt, but I waited. My wife came first, gripping the sheets and crying out.
Then she turned her head and grinned. “Your turn. Sit on the couch. Kate, ride him.”
Kate climbed into my lap and sank down on my cock. She was so tight, her petite body moving with slow, desperate rhythm. Her moans in my ear made me want to explode.
My wife leaned back on the bed, watching with that wicked smile. “Do you feel how good she is? Don’t you dare finish until I say so.”
The command held me on edge until she finally called Kate over, pulled me to my feet, and let me release in the filthiest way imaginable. Kate and my wife took turns devouring me with lips and tongue, tasting me, sharing me, kissing each other in between.
When it was over, we collapsed in a messy, sweaty pile of sheets and skin. Three bodies. Three countries. One unforgettable morning.
And that was only the beginning.