My Husband Shared Me:A New Year Filthy Threesome

Chapter 3: The Biker Arrives

At exactly 10:00 p.m., a heavy knock hit the door like a gunshot.

My heart slammed so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. The champagne glass trembled in my hand. I set it down before I dropped it.

Jimmy jumped up from the armchair, face pale, c**k still straining against his pants. He looked at me one last time—terror and desperate arousal fighting in his eyes.

“This is it, Lily-Rose…”

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. My tiny black dress felt like nothing. No panties. My p***y was already dripping down my inner thighs from the earlier orgasm and hours of aching anticipation. n*****s hard against the red lace. I felt like a lamb being offered to a wolf.

Jimmy wiped his palms on his pants and opened the door.

Jax stepped inside like he owned the entire building.

He was massive—easily 6’3” of solid muscle. Broad shoulders strained against a worn black leather vest left open over a tight dark shirt. Thick tattoos covered his arms and crawled up his neck. A short, rough beard framed a hard jaw. Dark, piercing eyes locked onto me immediately and stayed there.

He scanned me slowly: sky-high heels, long legs, the short hem that barely covered my ass, full breasts, and finally my face. A predatory smirk tugged at his mouth.

“So this is the horny little wife who needs her cunt wrecked?”

His voice was deep, gravelly—smoke and whiskey. A fresh rush of wetness slid down my thighs.

“Yes,” Jimmy answered weakly. He backed away without being told and sank into the armchair in the corner. His hand was already fumbling with his zipper. He pulled out his average, throbbing c**k and wrapped his fingers around it.

Jax kicked the door shut with his boot. The sound was final.

He crossed the room in two strides. Leather, smoke, and raw masculine scent hit me. Without a word, his huge hand wrapped around my throat—firm, not choking yet—and yanked me forward. My soft body slammed against his hard chest. I gasped, fists grabbing his vest.

His other hand shoved under the hem of my dress. Two thick, rough fingers plunged straight into my soaked p***y with zero warning.

“Fuuuuck,” he growled against my ear. “She’s dripping like a cheap w***e. This married cunt is starving.”

My knees buckled. His fingers were so much thicker than Jimmy’s—stretching me, filling me, curling hard against my G-spot on every thrust. His calloused thumb found my c**t and rubbed it in brutal, fast circles.

Obscene wet sounds filled the suite as he finger-f****d me. My juices ran down his wrist and dripped onto the carpet. Every hard thrust made my t**s bounce in the low-cut dress.

“Listen to that sloppy p***y,” Jax laughed darkly, tightening his grip on my throat just enough to make me lightheaded. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you? Dreaming about a real man destroying this hole while your pathetic husband watches.”

“Y-yes…” My voice broke. “Please… I need it.”

He glanced at Jimmy without slowing down. “Look at your husband, slut. He’s stroking that tiny d**k like a desperate cuck. This is what gets him off—watching me play with his wife.”

Jimmy’s hand flew faster. His face was bright red with shame, but he couldn’t look away. Pre-c*m glistened on the tip of his c**k.

I was already close—embarrassingly close. Months of frustration. Weeks of filthy fantasies. And now this stranger’s thick fingers were wrecking me in front of my husband. My walls clenched hard, sucking him deeper.

Jax felt it and laughed. “Already gonna c*m? Pathetic. I haven’t even taken my c**k out yet.” He slammed his fingers harder, thumb punishing my c**t. “c*m for me, w***e. Show your husband how much better a real man makes you feel.”

The orgasm hit like a freight train. I cried out, body shaking as my p***y gushed around his fingers. A little squirt soaked his hand and the front of his vest. Vision blurred. Toes curled hard in my heels.

He didn’t stop. He kept pumping through it, drawing every wave out until my legs gave out completely. I sagged against him, held up only by the hand around my throat and the fingers still buried inside me.

Finally he pulled them out with a wet sound. They were glistening, completely drenched. He shoved them straight into my mouth.

“Taste how desperate you are,” he ordered. “Suck them clean like the filthy slut you are.”

I moaned and obeyed, sucking and licking every drop. The taste of my own arousal mixed with the salt of his skin made me even wetter.

Jax watched with dark satisfaction, slowly f*****g my mouth with his fingers. “Good girl. Your husband picked well. This mouth is going to look perfect wrapped around my c**k later.”

He pulled free and wiped the last of my spit across my cheek. Then he slapped my face—light, stinging, just enough to remind me who was in control.

“Take off that dress,” he commanded, stepping back. “Slowly. I want to see every inch of the married w***e I’m going to ruin tonight. Keep the heels on.”

My hands shook with adrenaline and lust as I reached for the hem.

Jimmy whimpered in the corner, stroking slower now, savoring it.

Jax crossed his arms over his massive chest and watched me like a predator about to devour its prey.

This was only the beginning.