My Husband Shared Me:A New Year Filthy Threesome

Chapter 2: The Revelation

Jimmy stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed, looking both ashamed and painfully turned on.

“I’ve been jerking off for months thinking about this,” he admitted, voice shaking. “Watching another man take you. A real man. Someone who’ll f**k you the way I never could.”

I stared at him, fingers still lazily circling my swollen c**t under the sheet. Anger never came. Instead, a dark thrill shot straight through me. My p***y clenched hard around nothing.

“You really want that?” I whispered.

“Yes.” His hand went to the front of his pants, rubbing the obvious bulge. “Jax is coming at ten. I rented this suite just for tonight. He’s done this before… ruining married women while their husbands watch.”

My breathing grew heavier. I pushed the sheet aside and spread my legs wide so he could see everything. My p***y was swollen, glistening, dripping onto the sheets.

“Then prove it,” I said, voice husky. “Eat my p***y while I think about his c**k stretching me.”

Jimmy dropped to his knees like he’d been waiting for the order. He buried his face between my thighs and licked me with desperate, messy hunger. I gripped his hair and ground against his mouth.

“Imagine him slapping my ass,” I moaned, feeding him the fantasy. “Calling me a w***e. f*****g me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

He groaned into my cunt and sucked harder. His tongue flicked my c**t fast and sloppy—the way I needed it when I was this worked up. I closed my eyes and pictured Jax: rough hands, thick c**k, zero mercy. Bending me over. Destroying my married p***y while Jimmy watched from the corner.

“f**k… yes,” I gasped, hips bucking. “Bigger than you. Harder than you. He’s going to fill me with c*m you could never give me.”

Jimmy whimpered against my c**t. The humiliation in the sound only made me wetter. I came hard and fast, thighs shaking around his head as I flooded his mouth.

When the aftershocks faded, I pushed him back and stood.

By 9:00 I was dressed like the slut I planned to be.

A tiny black dress that barely covered my ass. No panties. Red lace bra visible at the low neckline. Sky-high heels that made my legs look endless. Smokey eyes and deep red lipstick.

Jimmy couldn’t stop staring.

“You look like a total fucktoy,” he said, voice rough.

I smirked, turned slowly, and bent over in front of him. The short dress rode up, fully exposing my bare, glistening p***y and ass. I reached back and spread myself open for him.

“Good,” I said. “That’s exactly what I want to be tonight.”

Jimmy groaned, openly stroking his c**k through his pants.

I straightened, poured a glass of champagne, and took a slow sip. My heart was pounding with wicked excitement.

The clock was ticking.

In less than an hour, Jax would walk through that door—and everything would change.