The summer night buzzed with possibility, the air charged with the kind of heat that made you crave something reckless. Rae and I had been toying with the idea of a threesome for months, her curiosity about another woman—or man—sparking a fire in both of us. We’d set up a profile on an adult swingers site, our photos showcasing our bodies—me, 27, lean and hungry; her, 23, all curves and mischief. The profile was clear: we wanted someone to join us, to fuck Rae while I watched, maybe more. The thought of sharing her, of seeing her lose herself in pleasure, sent a thrill through me, equal parts arousal and unease. I’d catch myself stroking to the idea late at night, imagining her moans, her body arching under someone else’s touch.

Tonight, we were out at the hotel where we first met, a place thick with memories of our early days. Rae was in her element, flirting with strangers, her tight dress clinging to every curve as she played the pokies. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, but my mind wandered to the fantasy we’d been chasing. On a whim, I texted an old mate, someone I knew was open-minded, and arranged for him to meet us at our place in an hour. My heart raced as I slipped back to Rae, her laughter filling the air as she sipped her drink.

“Babe,” I whispered, leaning close, “we gotta go. I’ve got a guy meeting us at home.”

Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and excitement. “Really?” she said, her voice low, testing me.

In the cab, I slid my hand between her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her. “I got us a guy for a threesome,” I murmured, my fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She went quiet, but the look in her eyes—horny, daring—told me everything I needed to know.

Back home, we poured drinks, the tension building as we waited. When he arrived, a tall guy with a confident grin, we kept it casual at first, chatting over whiskey. But Rae’s eyes kept flicking to him, her lips parting slightly, and I knew she was ready. I excused myself briefly, and when I returned, Rae was already leading the charge. “Let’s head to the bedroom,” she said, her voice sultry. “He can watch for now.”

We set up a chair by the bed, and Rae and I started slow, our hands roaming each other’s bodies. I peeled off her dress, kissing her neck, her breasts, as she moaned softly. I glanced at him, already seated, his cock out, stroking himself as he watched. My stomach twisted—arousal and a pang of jealousy warring inside me. “No sucking him, okay?” I whispered to Rae, my voice tight. “I’m not ready for that.”

She nodded, but her eyes gleamed with mischief. I sucked on her nipple, feeling her body respond, but then she spoke up. “Can he join us?” she asked, her voice thick with desire. I hesitated, then waved him over, my heart pounding.

He moved to her other side, his mouth finding her breast, and Rae’s moan deepened, her hand gripping the back of his head tightly. She was loving it—too much, maybe. I pulled her pants down, desperate to reclaim her, and buried my face between her thighs, licking her pussy with a hunger that bordered on possessive. She was wet, so wet, and her slutty moans as he sucked her nipple sent a jolt through me. I was jealous, but fuck, it was hot watching her give in like this.

We shifted, and I caught sight of her hand on his cock, stroking him slowly. My eyes flicked up, and there it was—his cock in her mouth, her lips stretched around him, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. I froze, a mix of shock and arousal hitting me hard. I bit her clit lightly, trying to pull her attention back, but she only moaned louder, sucking him deeper. Jealousy burned in my chest, but my cock was rock hard, betraying how much it turned me on.

She pulled back, turning to me with a wicked grin. “You’re enjoying this,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence, before kissing me deeply, her tongue tasting of him. It was filthy, and it drove me wild. She pushed me onto my back, climbing over me. “Fuck me from behind,” she told him, her eyes locked on mine. “And you,” she said to me, “just hold me.”

I wrapped my arms around her as he slid into her from behind, her body rocking with each thrust. She was relentless, pushing back against him, her pussy dripping as she took his cock. I felt her juices on my skin, her moans vibrating through me. Then, a pinch on my nipple—his hand, testing me. I shook my head, muttering, “Sorry, mate, I’m straight.” He nodded, backing off, and I focused on Rae, on the way she was losing herself in this.

She was a vision—slutty, uninhibited, fucking him like she couldn’t get enough. Her pussy clenched around him, her body trembling as she pushed harder, chasing her release. When he came, groaning, pulling out to spill across her back, she looked so satisfied, so powerful. He slipped away to the bathroom, and I didn’t hesitate. I slid into her, her pussy still slick from him, and fucked her hard, whispering, “Did you love it? His cock in you?”

She moaned, nodding, her eyes wild. “So fucking good,” she gasped. He returned, watching us, and Rae’s gaze flicked to him, hungry for more. But he had to go, leaving with a grin and a promise to come back. “You two are fucking sexy,” he said, and then he was gone.

Alone, we collapsed into each other, my mind a tangle of jealousy and arousal. “You sucked him,” I said, half-accusing, half-turned on. She just smirked, pulling me into her again. I fucked her hard, reclaiming her, but the images wouldn’t leave me—her lips around his cock, her body shuddering under him. It broke something open in me, a craving I didn’t expect. Even now, eighteen years later, the memory of that night gets me hard, the mix of jealousy and desire burning just as bright.