My Husband Shared Me:A New Year Filthy Threesome

Chapter 5: Full Filth

Jax carried me like I weighed nothing and threw me onto the king-sized bed. My body bounced on the mattress, legs splayed, p***y still throbbing and leaking from the first creampie. Before I could catch my breath he was on top of me, spreading my thighs wide and slamming back inside in one powerful thrust.

“Fuuuuck!” I screamed, back arching hard. He was still rock-hard, stretching my c*m-slick walls perfectly.

“Look at your wife,” Jax taunted Jimmy, who sat in the corner, c**k already hardening again. “She’s creaming all over my c**k like a desperate w***e. This married p***y is ruined for you now.”

He wrapped one strong hand around my throat and pounded me with deep, punishing strokes. Every thrust hit that spot that made my toes curl and my vision blur. His heavy balls slapped against my ass. The wet, filthy sound of him f*****g his own c*m deeper into me filled the suite.

I came hard within minutes, p***y clamping down and squirting messily around his shaft. Jax didn’t slow. He flipped me roughly into doggy, fisted my hair like reins, and yanked my head back as he destroyed me from behind.

“Again,” he growled, spanking my already red ass. “c*m on my c**k again, slut.”

I did. Over and over. My body shook as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down my face, mixing with smeared makeup and spit. I was lost—completely addicted to the way this dangerous biker used me.

“Beg for my c*m,” Jax demanded, grip tightening in my hair and around my throat.

“Please c*m inside me!” I screamed, voice raw. “Fill my married p***y! Breed me! I want it leaking out all night!”

With a deep, animalistic roar he buried himself to the balls and exploded. Thick, hot ropes flooded me, pulse after pulse. There was so much it immediately pushed out around his c**k, dripping down my thighs onto the sheets as he kept thrusting, forcing every drop deeper.

He still wasn’t done.

He pulled out slowly, his massive c**k glistening with our mixed juices. A thick river of c*m poured from my wrecked hole. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down.

“Clean your mess, whore.”

I obeyed eagerly, taking him into my mouth. I sucked and licked every drop—tasting my own creamy p***y mixed with his thick c*m—moaning like the filthy cumslut I had become.

Jimmy, now fully hard again, crawled closer on the bed, eyes full of shame, lust, and something darker.

“Can I…?” he asked weakly.

Jax smirked, still stroking my hair as I worshipped his c**k. “f**k her c*m-filled p***y, cuck. Feel what a real man left inside your wife.”

Jimmy didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind me and slid into my sloppy, c*m-dripping hole. The feeling was incredibly dirty—my husband’s familiar but smaller c**k pushing another man’s load deeper, mixing with Jax’s seed. Obscene squelching sounds filled the room with every thrust.

“Oh god…” Jimmy moaned, voice breaking. “It’s so wet… so full…”

I moaned around Jax’s c**k, taking him deeper while Jimmy f****d me. The humiliation burned, but the pleasure was stronger. Two men using me at once—my husband cleaning up the mess of the man who had just claimed me.

Jax laughed darkly. “That’s it. Share your wife properly. Push my c*m deeper into her.”

They found a rhythm—Jax f*****g my face while Jimmy pounded my c*m-filled p***y. I came again, screaming around Jax’s thick shaft, body shaking between them.

Outside, fireworks began exploding across the city skyline. Midnight. The New Year had arrived.

I was a complete wreck—c*m-covered, throat sore, ass bright red, p***y swollen and leaking. My tiny black dress was long gone, torn somewhere on the floor. I looked exactly like the filthy hotwife I had fantasized about becoming.

Jax pulled out of my mouth and looked down at me with dark satisfaction, stroking his c**k slowly.

“Happy New Year, slut,” he growled. “This is only the beginning of the night.”

As the fireworks lit up the room, his phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. His expression shifted from smug pleasure to something colder. He reached over, read the message, and his jaw tightened.

“s**t,” he muttered.

Jimmy froze mid-thrust, still buried inside me. “What now?”

Jax looked at both of us, c*m still dripping from my chin. “My rivals just found out where I am. They’ve got people in the hotel. The snowstorm is getting worse—roads are completely blocked. We’re not just stuck until morning anymore.”

He glanced down at me, possessiveness flashing in his eyes.

“And they’re coming for blood. Which means you two…” He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Just became my leverage. Welcome to the real New Year’s party, married slut.”

Jimmy pulled out of me, panic mixing with the afterglow on his face. I lay there between them—body used, mind spinning, p***y still throbbing with Jax’s c*m—realizing the night had just turned far more dangerous than any of us expected.

The fireworks continued outside.

Inside the suite, a deadly new storm was closing in.