My Husband Shared Me:A New Year Filthy Threesome

Chapter 1: The Frustrated Wife

I woke up on New Year’s Eve with my p***y soaking wet and aching for c**k.

The lace panties I’d worn to bed rubbed against my swollen c**t with every shift, sending sharp sparks up my spine. I reached for Jimmy. His side of the bed was cold and empty—again.

Ten years of marriage, and this was what it had become.

I’d sent the kids to his parents. Planned dinner. Lit candles. Bought new red lingerie. He’d come home late and passed out on the couch.

Again.

I groaned and slid my hand down my stomach, cupping my needy cunt. My fingers circled my c**t as I thought about how painfully vanilla our s*x life had gotten. Jimmy was sweet. Safe. Missionary, a few grunts, and done in five minutes.

I needed more.

I needed to be f****d like a w***e.

The door creaked open.

Jimmy stood there, nervous and already hard. “Lily-Rose… we need to talk.”

I sat up, pulling the sheet over my breasts. “About what? You ditching me again?”

He swallowed. “No. About what I want for us tonight.” His eyes darkened. “I want to watch you get f****d by another man.”

My heart slammed. “What?”

“I’ve been fantasizing about it for months. Seeing you used. Stretched. Filled with another man’s c*m while I watch.” He stepped closer. “I arranged it. A biker. Rough. Hung. He’s coming at ten.”

My p***y clenched hard. Dirty. Filthy. Exactly what I’d been craving.

I stared at him, fingers still teasing my c**t under the sheet. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” His voice was husky. “His name’s Jax. Big guy. Tattoos everywhere. Criminal record. Doesn’t give a f**k about rules. A friend said he’s exactly what you need.”

A shiver ran through me. My n*****s tightened against the lace. For months I’d been getting off to rough porn—bikers, gangsters, men who took what they wanted. And now my husband was handing one to me.

I pushed the sheet down, letting him see me in the red lingerie. Full breasts, curvy hips, thick thighs on full display.

“You really want this? Another man stretching your wife’s tight p***y while you watch?”

Jimmy groaned, palming his c**k. “Yes. f**k, Lily… I’m so hard just thinking about it.”

I bit my lip. “Then tell me more. What’s he going to do to me?”

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes locked on my hand as I slipped two fingers inside my dripping cunt. “He’s going to bend you over. Slap that ass red. Choke you while he pounds you deep. Make you scream things you’ve never screamed for me. And when he fills you up… I want to see his c*m leaking out of you.”

I moaned, f*****g myself faster. The thought of a dangerous stranger wrecking me while my husband watched pushed me right to the edge.

“What if I like it too much?” I whispered. “What if I beg him to f**k me harder than you ever could?”

Jimmy’s breathing turned ragged. “Then I’ll watch you become his dirty little slut for the night.”

The clock read 9:45.

At exactly 10:00, a heavy knock hit the door.

Jimmy looked at me, eyes wide. “That’s him.”

I stood on shaky legs. My soaked panties clung to me as I walked to the door. Heart hammering.

This was it.

I opened it.

Jax filled the entire frame—tall, broad-shouldered, dark tattoos snaking up his neck and down his arms. Leather jacket. Tight black shirt stretched over a powerful chest. Predatory smirk that made my knees weak.

His eyes raked over my body like he already owned it.

“Well, f**k,” he growled. “Your husband wasn’t lying. You really are a needy little w***e tonight.”

He stepped inside without waiting. His presence sucked the air out of the room. Jimmy hovered behind me, breathing fast.

Jax gripped my chin firmly, tilting my face up. “You wet for me already, baby?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

He smirked and slid his other hand straight between my thighs, cupping my drenched p***y through the lace.

“Good. Because I’m gonna wreck this married cunt tonight.”