My Husband Shared Me:A New Year Filthy Threesome

I woke up on New Year’s Eve with my p***y soaking wet and aching for c**k. The lace panties I wore to bed rubbed against my swollen c**t with every shift. I reached over to Jimmy’s side of the king-sized bed, but it was cold and empty again. Ten years of marriage, and this was what it had come to. I had sent the kids to his parents for the weekend. I planned a romantic dinner, lit candles, and bought new red lingerie. But Jimmy came home late and passed out on the couch. Again. I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. My hand slid down my stomach and cupped my needy cunt. I circled my c**t slowly as I thought about how boring our s*x life had become. Jimmy was sweet, but too vanilla. 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, looking nervous but excited. “Lily-Rose… we need to talk.” I sat up and pulled the sheet over my breasts. “About what? You ditching me again?” He swallowed hard. “No. About what I want for us tonight.” His eyes darkened. “I want to watch you get f****d by another man.” My heart raced. “What?” “I’ve been fantasizing about it for months,” he said. “Seeing you used, stretched, and filled with another man’s c*m while I watch.” He stepped closer, already hard in his pants. “I arranged it. A biker named Jax. Rough. Hung. He’s coming at 10pm.” My p***y clenched hard at his words. Dirty. Filthy. Exactly what I craved. I stared at him, fingers still teasing my c**t under the sheet. “You’re really serious?” “Dead serious.” His voice turned husky. “He’s going to ruin you tonight, Lily.” I pushed the sheet down so he could see my body in the red lingerie. My full breasts strained against the fabric. “You really want this? Another man stretching your wife’s tight p***y while you watch?” Jimmy groaned and rubbed his erection. “f**k, yes. I’m so hard just thinking about it.” I bit my lip as heat flooded my core. “Then tell me more. What’s he going to do to me?” Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to my hand as I slipped two fingers inside my dripping cunt. “He’s going to bend you over, slap your ass red, choke you while he pounds you deep. He’ll 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 and f****d myself faster. The idea of a dangerous biker ruining me in front of my husband pushed me close 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 grew ragged. “Then I’ll watch you become his dirty little slut for the night.” The clock read 9:45 pm. My body was on fire. At exactly 10pm, a heavy knock echoed through the suite. Jimmy looked at me, eyes wide with lust and nerves. “That’s him.” I stood up on shaky legs, my soaked panties clinging to my p***y, and walked toward the door. I opened it. Jax filled the entire frame tall, broad-shouldered, covered in dark tattoos that ran up his neck. Leather jacket, tight black shirt stretched over his powerful chest, and a predatory smirk that made my knees weak. “Well, f**k,” he growled, voice deep and rough. “Your husband wasn’t lying. You really are a needy little w***e tonight.”