Chapter 10: The threesome
Chelsea grabbed Sarah by the wrist as they walked into her bedroom where the sleeping naked Sam was.
“What sexy way should we wake him up?” She said in a sultry whisper as they entered the bedroom. Sarah, still in Chelsea’s own bridal robe looked at her best friends scrub clad body. “I don’t yet, chels. But I think you’re gonna need a quick change.” Sarah said with a soft smile.
Chelsea, still holding Sarah's wrist, nodded and walked over to her dresser. Sarah watched as Chelsea changed, feeling a surge of desire as she saw her best friend's toned body on display.
Sarah watched as Chelsea quickly changed from her work scrubs into a beautiful boudoir wedding dress. Chelsea moved with practiced ease, slipping out of her scrubs and standing for a moment in just her satin panties. She then reached for the delicate lace and soft tulle dress, lifting it over her head and letting it fall gracefully into place. The dress, available in blush, ivory, and white, clung to Chelsea's form, accentuating her petite, toned body. The lace details and soft tulle added an ethereal quality to her appearance. Chelsea opted for the blush color, which complemented her complexion perfectly.
As she adjusted the dress, Chelsea glanced in the mirror, ensuring every detail was perfect. She looked breathtaking, the dress highlighting her natural beauty and confidence. Sarah couldn't help but admire how effortlessly Chelsea transformed from her professional work attire into this stunning, flirty ensemble, leaving her feeling a mixture of awe and envy. Her perky tits on display thru the fabric.
Chelsea walked back over to Sarah, a playful smile on her face.
"How about we wake him up like this?" she said as she dropped to her knees and began to lick Sarah's cummy legs like she was beer drinking from a glass. Sarah's eyes widened in shock and excitement as she watched Chelsea lick, suck, and taste Sam's cum from her body. Chelsea teased and tortured Sarah, using her tongue, lips, and fingers to drive Sarah wild with desire.
“I can’t believe this is Sam’s cum.” Chelsea said in a sultry voice as she looked up at her best friend, suppressing jealous feelings.
She simply couldn't deny this taboo lust. “And you smell like his cum too.” Chelsea said, smelling Sarah’s scent.
Sarah, unable to hide her own struggle between morality and the mounting pleasure she was beginning to crave, nodded slowly. "Yes, I do.”
Chelsea stepped closer, grabbing Sarah by the waist and pulling her towards the bed. "Let’s go wake my hubby, my little slut," Chelsea said, a hungry gleam in her eyes.
Sarah shivered in anticipation as Chelsea pushed her onto the bed, crawling over her on all fours. Sam stirred at the movement, his eyes fluttering open as he sleepily looked up at the two women above him.
Chelsea licked her lips and grinned wickedly.
"Well, hello there, sleepyhead. Wanna join us?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she ran a hand over her body, tracing the curves and contours of her breasts.
Sam's eyes widened in shock and confusion as he looked from Sarah to Chelsea, taking in their disheveled hair, tear-stained faces, and his own cum smeared all over Sarah's thigh.
"What is going on?!" Sam said thru a sleepy haze, sitting up in bed and trying to make sense of the situation.
Chelsea smirked,
leaning down to whisper in his ear, "I think you know exactly what's going on, don't you?"
Sam looked at her, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.
Chelsea's gaze shifted to Sarah, who was lying on the bed beside him. "Sam," Sarah said softly, her voice thick with guilt. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but I need to tell you something."
Sam's brow furrowed as he listened to her. As the words left Sarah's lips, the realization of what had happened hit him like a punch to the gut.
He looked from Sarah to Chelsea, with a mix of shock and betrayal crossing his face, before turning his gaze back to Sarah.
"Did you...did you two..." he said, his voice trailing off as he struggled to finish his sentence.
Chelsea, still straddling Sam's chest, nodded slowly, her eyes locked onto his as she answered.
"We did," she said in a low, sultry voice.
"And we'd like you to join us."
Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was torn between shock, betrayal, and a burning curiosity.
"But...how? Why?" he stammered.
Chelsea leaned forward and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. “Don’t worry so much love. Why? Because I want you both. Why? Because I want to see your face when you fuck my best friend after years of jerking off to her pictures and swiping her panties from the laundry,” she replied, her voice dripping with venom.
Sam's eyes narrowed, and he felt a surge of anger coursing through his veins. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had always fantasized about sarah, but he never thought he'd actually have a chance with her, especially not like this. He was about to explode with a mix of emotions, but he knew he needed to maintain control.
He sat up, but chelsea pushed him right back down. His cock growing stiff as he looked at Sarah. He studied the lingerie the women wore.
The lace on the bridal robe was still visible on Sarah's breasts as she stood across from him. Chelsea, now completely dressed in her wedding gown, had replaced her lace lingerie with a sheer, black thong that matched her garter belt.
Sam's eyes trailed up and down their bodies, taking in the sight of Chelsea's pert, perky tits peeking out of her cleavage, and Sarah's round, full breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her robe.
Chelsea pulled the sash on Sarah’s robe.
It opened, revealing her naked body. Sam’s eyes widened as he saw his wife and best friend, both naked and aroused, standing before him.
“Are you sure about this, Sarah?” Sam asked, his voice shaky.
Sarah took a deep breath, looking at him with a mix of sadness, guilt, and lust in her eyes. “I think I am, Sam.
I want this. I want to feel you both.” Sarah said, her voice hoarse with emotion. She reached out to touch him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
Sam's heart clenched in his chest as he then looked over at his wife, Chelsea. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The two women he loved most in the world, both standing before him, waiting for him to make his move.
Chelsea leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I want you to fuck both of us, Sam. I want to feel you inside me while you're inside Sarah. I want us to be one."
Sam's mind reeled as Chelsea spoke those words. The taboo and forbidden nature of the situation sent a rush of excitement coursing through his veins.
He had never been with two women before, and certainly not his wife and best friend.
His cock throbbed with anticipation as he reached out to touch each of them, pulling Sarah closer and running his other hand over Chelsea's bare thigh.
"So, you both want this?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through him.
Sarah nodded. "Yes," she whispered, her pupils dilated with desire.
Chelsea leaned down and brushed her lips against Sam's. "Yes, Sam. I want to watch you fuck my best friends cute tight pussy.” Chelsea said, her voice husky with betrayal and lust.
Sam looked from Sarah to Chelsea, his eyes roving over their naked bodies as he imagined the two of them together. He couldn't resist the call to power, the opportunity to claim both of them as his own.
He leaned over and wrapped his arms around Sarah, pinning her wrists above her head as he nipped at her neck. He heard her moan in pleasure, feeling her squirm beneath him as he teased her with his hips.
Chelsea reached down between them and grasped his cock, guiding it towards Sarah's slick entrance.
With one swift thrust, Sam buried himself inside of her, his balls slapping against her ass as she cried out in pleasure.
As he started to move, Chelsea let go of his cock and began to fondle his balls, feeling their weight as they swung back and forth with each thrust.
She reached down with her other hand and began to work her clit, feeling the slick wetness of Sarah's pussy dripping down her fingers.
the gravity of what was happening set in on Chelsea. Her husband of 4 years was now balls deep in her best friend.
Watching them, Chelsea moaned as she rubbed her own clit, feeling her own wetness beginning to coat her fingers. She had never imagined she would be watching her husband fuck her best friend like this, but she couldn't deny the way it made her body feel.
Sarah felt something unique too. The power in the room had shifted. It was her who was now in control.
"Oh yeah, Sam. That's it. Fuck her harder," Chelsea encouraged, her voice dripping with desire as she watched her husband sliding in and out of Sarah's soaking wet pussy.
Sarah moaned as she felt Sam's cock hitting deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer and meeting every thrust with one of her own.
"God, you feel so good, Sam," Sarah gasped, sweat dripping from her body as her climax approached. She turned to Chelsea, remembering all the twisted fucked up things Chelsea had made her say. Now it was Sarah’s turn - she was going to cuck her best friend Chelsea. And get really dark with it.
"How does it feel, Sam? To finally have what you wanted for so long?" Sarah said, her voice dripping with venom. "Was it worth it, fucking your wife's best friend while she watches?"
Sam paused, his body tensing as Sarah's words hit him like a slap to the face. He knew he had always been attracted to Sarah, but he had never intended for things to go this far.
"Sarah, I'm sorry," he began, but she cut him off.
"Don't apologize. Fuck me harder boy. Look at your sad worthless whore of a wife there. She wishes you got this hard for her.” Sarah said, staring into Chelsea's eyes as she spoke.
Chelsea's chest heaved with each breath as she listened to Sarah's words. The cruelty behind them stung - Chelsea had always loved her husband, adored him actually - and at the same time, the arousal coursing through her body was like a wildfire, burning out of control. She had never felt so turned on, so aroused before.
Sam paused once again, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back his climax. “Admit it Sam. My pussy feels better than hers.” Sarah blurted out, breaking the tense silence.
Sam's eyes widened with shock and his cock throbbed as he instictively slammed deeper into Sarah with a grunt.
"Yeah, baby, that's right. Show her how a real woman takes your cock," Sarah continued, relishing in the dirty words as they flowed out of her mouth.
Chelsea's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding to Sarah's words. She felt a sudden gush of wetness between her legs, and she knew that she was soaked.
Sam grunted as he thrust deeper into Sarah, his balls slapping against her ass as he lost control. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the way it made him feel. He had never been this hard, this turned on before.
Sarah reveled in the power she held over Chelsea and Sam.
She had always been the quiet, reserved one in their friendship, content to let Chelsea take the lead in everything. But now, as she watched Chelsea writhe on the bed, her face flushed with arousal, Sarah felt a rush of empowerment.
She lifted her hips, meeting Sam's thrusts with equal force. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him hit her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She cried out, her fingers digging into Chelsea's thigh as she felt her climax building inside of her.
“you wanna see me kiss your husband huh you dirty whore, chels?” Sarah moaned as she felt Sam's pelvis grinding against hers, his cock digging deeper into her pussy.
Chelsea bit her lower lip, her hands roaming over Sarah's breasts as she nodded eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Then kiss him, you little slut. Kiss your husband as he fucks your best friend’s sweet sloppy pussy.”
Sam watched as Chelsea leaned in, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.
“Sam tell your whore wife how long you’ve wanted me…” Sarah hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
Chelsea pulled away from him, her eyes narrowed. “What did you say to me?” she demanded, her voice low and dangerous.
Sarah smirked, “You heard me, slut. Your husband has wanted to fuck me since the first day he met me.”
Chelsea's face paled, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she leaned up, pulling Sam deeper inside her with her legs. To Chelsea’s shock, their sex was becoming more lovingly.
“Tell her Sam. Degrade her.” Sarah said , her voice dripping with venom.
Chelsea stared at Sarah, wide-eyed and shocked.
“Sarah, NO! Please, I don’t want that.” Chelsea pleaded.
Sarah’s eyes flashed with heated determination, and she wasn’t about to let Chelsea off the hook that easily.
“That’s where you’re wrong, chels. Now beg for Sam to cum deep in my womb” Sarah said as Chelsea's eyes widened with shock at what she just heard. She felt her own tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t want to feel this way. She didn’t want to feel so used, so abused, but she couldn’t deny the rush of arousal she felt coming from Sarah.
Sam, unable to resist Sarah's request, grunted and sped up his pace, slamming harder and harder into Sarah as he felt his orgasm building.
Chelsea overcome by lust, began to beg for her own dirty depraved cucking.
"Please, Sarah. I want to watch you cum all over my husband's cock." Chelsea moaned as she rocked her hips back and forth, meeting Sam's thrusts as he fucked Sarah harder and faster.
Sarah smirked at Chelsea's words, feeling a surge of power coursing through her veins. She had never been in this position before, never felt so desired, so wanted. And as Sam's thrusts grew harder, her pleasure building to a fever pitch, she knew she was about to experience something she could have never imagined.
"Harder, Sam. Fuck me like I’m your wife. Show her what she's missing.”
Sam’s eyes widened, unsure of how to respond to Sarah's unexpected demand. But Chelsea was already nodding eagerly, urging him on.
“Yes, Sam, show her how you fuck me. How hard you make me cum.”
With a deep growl, Sam began to pound into Sarah, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room as his cock pistoned in and out of her slippery pussy.
“Chelsea - put your wedding ring on me.
I want to wear it while Sam fills me up with his big cock,” Sarah gasped, feeling her climax fast approaching.
Chelsea, her mind hazy with desire and a strange mix of excitement and jealousy, did as she was told. She reached over to her bedside table, found her wedding ring there, and slipped it onto Sarah’s finger. Sarah grinned, feeling the metal band warm against her skin.
Chelsea leaned forward, brushing a lock of sweat-dampened hair from Sarah’s forehead. “Tell me you love this.
Tell me you love watching me cum on your husband's cock,” Sarah demanded, her voice dripping with malice.
Chelsea moaned as she watched Sam's thick cock pistoning in and out of Sarah, the sound of their flesh slapping together growing faster and faster. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the way it made her feel.
“I love it, Sarah. I love watching you fuck my husband.
I love seeing the way your body moves under his, the way you writhe and wriggle in sheer ecstasy. The way your breath hitches, the way you moan, it’s like a symphony of pleasure. I love watching your eyes roll back in your head, lost in the throes of ecstasy. I love seeing you blush, as if overcome by embarrassment at the filthy things we’re doing to you. I love watching the way you claw at him, as if desperate for more. I wish it was you that was married to him, leaving me just to be your cucky slave.
"Oh god!" Sarah cried out, as Sam thrust harder and deeper into her. She looked up at Chelsea, watching her tease her own nipples with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other, biting her lip as she watched Sam and Sarah.
"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," Chelsea whispered, her breath hitching as she felt her body falling apart. She never thought she'd ever be into something like this, let alone suggest it. But now that it was happening, she was finding it impossible to stop herself. She began to say dirty taboo self depraving things to herself to get herself even wetter as she watched Sam fuck Sarah, his bare chest glistening with a layer of sweat.
Chelsea looked up at Sarah, her bright green eyes locked with hers. "Oh god, Sarah. Your pussy feels so good." Chelsea moaned, her breath hitching as she felt herself getting close to the edge.
Sarah gave Chelsea a wicked grin, then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her wife's neck. She pulled Chelsea's lips to hers and kissed her deeply as Sam pounded relentlessly into her. “Talk dirty, Chels. Say how much you love watching your husband fuck me. Get dirty and really fucking gross and fucked up, babe. I wanna hear it.” Sarah said looking into Chelsea’s eyes.
“I want the dirtiest, filthiest words from that mouth of yours.”
Chelsea’s breath hitched, and she felt her cheeks grow hot at Sarah’s words. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the way they made her body feel. The thrill of this new sensation coursed through her veins, leaving her trembling with anticipation as she watch Sam continue to pound Sarah. Deep down, Sarah cucking her was turning her on to no end.
As Chelsa's mind raced with the filthy words Sarah had demanded her to say, she moaned, pulling Sam closer to her.
Sarah watched, her body quivering with excitement as Chelsea's cheeks grew flushed and her breathing became ragged, the lust in her blue eyes burning hotter with each passing second.
"Yes, Sarah," Chelsea moaned, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck and pulling him in for a filthy kiss. "I love watching my husband fuck you so hard.
I love seeing his big cock disappear into your tight little pussy, and I love watching you ride him like a filthy little slut." Chelsea said, her voice dripping with dirtiness as she ran a hand over her own breasts.
Sam's eyes grew wide with lust as he listened to Chelsea's words. He had never heard her speak like this before, and the taboo nature of the situation sent a rush of excitement coursing through his veins.
Chelsea continued her dirty talk, this time getting even more embolden to say filthy, gross, taboo, Disgusting, depraved, kinky things out loud.
.
"God, I love watching your cock split Sarah wide open. I love the way she begs for more, her moans getting louder and louder as you thrust deeper into her. I love seeing the way her eyes roll back in her head, lost in the throes of pleasure.”
Sarah moaned as she listened to Chelsea speak, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge with each word that left her lips.
She loved this twisted, perverse dynamic they had stumbled upon, and as she looked into Chelsea's eyes, she knew that she wasn't alone.
Sam felt his balls tighten as he listened to Chelsea's filthy words. He could feel himself getting close, and as he watched Sarah grind her hips against his, he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer.
"You're such a dirty little whore, Chelsea," Sarah said, her voice dripping with malice and desire as she continued to ride Sam's cock. “Keep talking dirty to us, bitch.”
Chelsea pressed her fingers into her soaking cunt, watching her husband plow her best friend. Now it was Sarah’s turn to start saying dirty, cucky, taboo things.
“Sam baby tell your bitch cucked wife how tight and perfect my pussy feels. Tell her how much hotter it is to fuck me. Tell me how much you love my body more than her whore body.” Sarah demanded, her voice thick with lust.
Chelsea gasped as Sarah's filthy words pushed her past the breaking point. She felt herself clenching around nothing, her pussy spasming as her orgasm tore through her like a freight train.
Sam grunted, his cock swelling inside of Sarah with each pulse of Chelsea’s pleasure, pushing himself deeper into Sarah’s body. He began to say exactly what Sarah asked.
him to, his voice filled with lust and domination.
“God, your cunt feels so tight, Sarah. She’s so much hotter, so much wetter than my stupid whore wife, Chelsea. Your body is perfect. So much better than that chubby whore wife of mine.” Sam said, feeling his orgasm build as he thrust harder and harder, his cock slick with Sarah’s juices and his own precum. His words driving both Chelsea and Sarah mad with ya ok pleasure. Sam continued speaking dirty, getting even more dark and depraved - letting the hotness of cucking his wife with her best friend blind him with pure pleasure.
“
How does it feel, Chelsea, to know that my cock is deeper inside Sarah than it’s ever been inside you?”
Chelsea blanched as she heard her husband's words - the truth of his fantasies laid bare between them in the most raw and explicit way. But even as the pain of betrayal washed over her, a strange, dark curiosity took root. Could she really submit to this? Could she be pushed to the limits and beyond, just to see what truly filthy words escaped her mouth?
“Yes, Sam. Fuck Sarah harder.
Show me how much you love her tight little pussy compared to mine.”
Sarah groaned, feeling her body tighten around Sam as he began to grunt and push deeper, his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. She watched as Chelsea's chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Do you hear that, Sam?" she whispered, reaching down to grab Chelsea's hand. "Your wife is begging for you to fuck me harder. Little wifey Chelsea wants to see you spill your seed in my hot cunt. And I want it Sam. I want your cum in my pussy and womb. Cause I think we’re both gonna think it’s so hot when we watch her eat it out of me.” Sarah looked up at Sam, her eyes shining with lust as she spoke.
Chelsea gasped at Sarah’s dirty words, her mind reeling as she realized the full implication of what Sarah was suggesting. Sarah had always been the prude vanilla one in their friendship, yet she could tell something deep had been awoken inside of her. It all made Chelsea feel so hot. Her pussy soaking, burning with a white hotness, and her hormones flowing from the taboo like she had never felt before. She knew that she shouldn’t be feeling this way. Sam had always been a fine husband, but this fucking pushed her to a new level of hotness. She let it happen more - she wanted more. chelsea responded to Sarah’s dirty talk.
“Sarah oh my god take my husbands cock. Just like that baby. I wanna suck his cum out of your perfect tasting pussy. Take my place baby. You’re so much sexier than me. I’m just a cheap whore who wants to be used. He deserves really woman as sexy and perfect as you. I always knew he stole your panties and wanted you not me. Oh my god Sarah he looks so hot inside you. He should be your husband not mine ine.” Chelsea's words were a mix of shame and arousal, and it was clear that Sarah's dirty talk had awoken something deep within her.
Sarah groaned as she felt Sam's dick hitting her G-spot, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She looked down at him, his eyes closed in pleasure as he pounded into her tight pussy, before turning back to Chelsea.
"Do you want to taste us, Chels?" Sarah asked, her voice low and seductive. “Go lick and kiss his cock as it pounds my perfect soaking pussy, bitch I know you like watching him fuck me, and I want to feel your wet lips kissing his shaft and my clit as I make him cum deep inside me.”
Chelsea couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but her body reacted on its own accord. She crawled over to Sarah, their eyes locked in a fierce hunger as she leaned down to kiss Sam's cock covered in Sarah's wetness. The taste of Sarah's pussy mingled with the sweat and musk from Sam's body, and Chelsea felt a shiver run down her spine. She positioned herself to lick and kiss Sam’s shaft and Sarah’s pussy as they made passionate love.
She found her tongue darting out to taste their mixed fluids and her hands moving to caress Sam’s balls. With every flick of her tongue, Sarah’s pleasure grew as she felt Sam's cock swell in response to Chelsea's skilled tongue.
Sarah couldn't contain her moans and whimpers as Chelsea worshipped her pussy and Sam's cock. The sight of her best friend's mouth on her husband's shaft, licking and sucking as he pounded into her, sent waves of pleasure through Sarah. She pushed the back of Chelsea’s head further into their sexes as they slapped together She felt herself get wetter, slicker, as their moans grew louder, more heated.
Sam's grunts grew deeper, his balls drawing up tight, and Sarah knew he was close. She looked down, her eyes meeting Sam's as he thrust harder and faster. She couldn't believe how hot this had all become, the way her and Chelsea were sharing him in this primal, almost unholy way. It was as if they had formed some sort of twisted unbreakable bond. Then she saw something else. The light caught the twinkle on Chelsea’s left hand. Chelsea’s wedding ring had always been something Sarah envied. It put the dull plain one mark had given her to shame, and deep down Sarah always wished for a ring as pretty as the one Sam had given Chelsea for their wedding. In a moment of blind lust, Sarah reach down to Chelsea’s finger, sliding it off her as Sam continues to pound her, Chelsea licking both of them. Chelsea, pulled her head up from Sarah’s actively being fucked sex, face dripping with sweat and cum to see Sarah place the ring on her own finger.
The look on her face was pure lust, and Sam’s grunts signaled his own pleasure as her body tightened around his cock.
"Yeah, that's right, you fucking cum inside of me. Fill my pussy up, Sam. I want to feel your cock pulse and spasm deep inside me, your hot, sticky cum filling me up so good.” Sarah moaned, looking at the ring on her finger, and then back at Chelsea as they shared a smile. “Say it Sammy. Say you want me to be your wife - not her.” Sarah demanded, her voice dripping with malice and possession.
Sam grunted, his orgasm close to exploding through him like a freight train as he buried himself inside Sarah, so close to orgasm. “I want you to be my wife, Sarah,” he gasped, still thrusting shallowly as aftershocks wracked his body. “I want you as my wife. Not this slutty bitch. Sarah. Please.” Sam begged.
“propose to me. Now” Sarah commanded. “Say my name with your last name. Then cum for me, hubby.”
Sarah hissed, relenting a little in regards to her open display of dominance over Chelsea.
But she was still determined and she would not show any signs of weakness.
From behind her, she felt Sam gripping her hips in a death-grip, as he pounded the fuck out of her tight pussy, his hot cum building up inside him.
“Yes, Sammy. That’s right. You belong to me now, baby. I want you to say it again. Propose to me. And say my new full name with your last name ," Sarah demanded again, her voice dripping with malice and dominance. "Chelsea, help him out here. Encourage my new husband to do as he's told, my dear." Sarah's eyes flashed wildly, her mouth curved upwards in a sinister smile as she felt her climax nearing.
Chelsea looked on at her best friend in surprise, but then a wicked smile spread across her face as well. But before Chelsea could say a word, Sam complied with Sarah’s command.
“Sarah, my love, I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping this tight little pussy. I want to cum inside you every single day, making you pregnant with my child.” He growled, his eyes wild with lust.
“Sarah Austin. I want to divorce Chelsea and make her your lesbian pussy bitch. Sarah Austin, I want you to take my last name
Will you fucking marry me, Sarah?”
Sarah felt her climax shudder through her as Sam thrust himself deeper inside her pussy, her muscles gripping him tightly as he spilled his seed into her womb. She could feel Chelsea's hot breath on her thighs, her tongue trailing up to lick at the mix of their juices.
“Yes, Sammy, I'll be your wife,” Sarah gasped, reveling in the feeling of Sam's body still pulsing inside of her, his load filling her up. All three of them cumming at once.
, their moans echoing throughout the bedroom as Sarah looked down at her new wedding ring.
Chelsea couldn’t believe what had just happened. She felt her own orgasm hitting her like a freight train. It seemed to shatter the world she had known as she watched Sam and Sarah together, so in tune with each other, so lost in their own pleasure.
Chelsea's mind raced with filthy thoughts, which was a surprise as she always prided herself on her image as the confident, sexually adventurous one in the friendship, but maybe she had been wrong.
Maybe her sexuality was deeper, darker than that, and this whole situation was precisely what she needed to explore those untapped desires.
"Sam... gonna fill Sarah up with my cum," Chelsea heard her husband whisper as his thrusting picked up speed. Her heart raced as she watched the image of her best friend, her friend husband, the sight of the ring, and the fact that she was the one making this fantasy a reality washed over her.
"Oh god, yes! Fill her up, Sam!" she shouted, hearing the dirty words come out of her mouth for the first time.
Sam grunted, his cock pulsing inside Sarah as he emptied the last of his load, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. Sarah moaned at the sensation, reaching down to press Chelsea's face tighter against their wet sex.
"Again, Chelsea," she demanded, but her request was answered with a sharp gasp instead. Sam pulled out of Sarah halfway, his swollen cock slick with their combined juices. He grabbed Chelsea by the back of her neck, yanking her up so she straddled Sarah.
"Get down and lick my cum from my wife," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
This was the first time Chelsea had ever seen Sam be so dominating in bed, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She took a moment to adjust, as just had just heard her husband of four years refer to her best friend as ‘his wife’
- a proclamation that still stung in her mind.
But as she looked down at her best friend, Sarah, laying beneath her, their eyes met and it was clear that she had no regrets about what was happening. Sarah was glowing with pure, orgasmic bliss. Sam's wetness dripping from her pussy stained the bed sheets underneath.
Chelsea let out a deep sigh, still processing her new reality - before leaning down to obey Sam's filthy command.
She pressed her still quivering lips to Sarah's well-fucked pussy, tasting the mix of their juices, the taste of her husband's cum buried deep within her best friend. Her mind raced as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation of obedience. Sarah moaned softly as Chelsea began lapping at her clit, licking away every drop of their shared orgasm from her pussy.
Sam had collapsed onto the bed next to them, his cock still slightly soft from the intensity of the moment. but he was already beginning to harden once again, watching the sight of Chelsea tending to Sarah. "Jesus, just watchin' you two makes my dick hard," he growled, reaching down to stroke himself.
Sarah gasped as Chelsea's tongue found her clit again, nipping gently with her teeth before returning to the rhythmic movements that made her want to scream. She was working desperately to suck all of her husbands cum from Sarah’s pussy. As she did, she climbed on top of Sarah to 69.
“You’re such a dirty little hubby, Sam,” Sarah moaned as she watched her him stroke himself in front of her face. “You love fucking your wife’s best friend, don’t you?” she asked, her voice dripping with malice and lust.
Sam grunted in response, his hand moving faster on his cock. “Yeah, I love fucking both of you,” he said, his breath heavy. “But right now, I want to watch my wife eat her best friend’s pussy while I stroke my cock.
You like that idea, Chelsea?” Sam asked, his eyes on Chelsea's face.
Chelsea swallowed hard, still unsure of what was happening, but her body was responding in ways she couldn't deny. She met Sarah's gaze, who flashed her a knowing smile before nodding her agreement.
Sam licked his lips, a phone and a corrupt impulse tugging at his being as he watched the two women. He stoked his hardness firmly, watching the way Sarah's tongue worked between Chelsea's thighs. Sarah pulled back her face from between Chelsea’s sex, pussy juice and drill everywhere, she turned her head to face Sam “I thought I was your wife now?” She said tauntingly holding up her ring finger which bore Chelsea’s wedding ring.
Sam growled, his hand still tightly gripping his cock. “Fuck, you’re getting me so hard, Sarah. I thought I was your husband now?” he asked, his eyes locked on the sparkling diamond on her finger.
Sarah grinned wickedly. “You are, Sammy, and I want you to cum all over both of us. I want to see your cum all over my new wedding ring and my best friend covered in your seed.” Sarah moaned as she looked down at Chelsea, watching her continue to eat her pussy like a starving woman.
“Chelsea baby - is that okay that I’ll be marrying your husband now?” She teased to her best friend who eagerly lapped away at her pussy.
"How does it feel, my sweet little slut? You like that I’m going to replace you as Sam’s wife?”
Sarah asked, her voice dripping with confidence and lust. She pulled Chelsea's face tighter into her pussy, groaning as she felt the other woman's tongue flicking eagerly at her clit.
Chelsea whimpered, her mind reeling with a mix of shame, confusion, arousal, and something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She was torn between the thrill of being dominated by her best friend and the overwhelming feeling of being replaced in the arms of her husband.
She pulled back from Sarah's pussy, her lips sticky and swollen, and looked up at Sarah with a conflicting expression.
"Sarah," she whispered, unsure of what to say. But before she could continue, Sarah silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss.
As they kissed, Sarah's hands roamed over Chelsea's body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, feeling the softness of her skin beneath her fingers. Chelsea moaned into the kiss, feeling herself getting more and more turned on by the second.
She could feel the heat radiating off of Sarah’s body, and the taste of her own pussy on her tongue was overwhelmingly arousing.
Sarah broke the kiss, looking down at Chelsea with a sly smile. “I think it's time for you to fulfill your promise, hubby,” she said, her voice dripping with malice and desire.
Sam growled, his hand moving furiously on his cock as he watched Sarah straddle Chelsea’s face, her perfect pussy just inches away from Chelsea’s mouth.
"You fucking cumslut," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Watch her, baby. Watch as she goes down on her.” His eyes wild, he continued stroking himself in time with Sarah's rocking hips.
Sarah moaned, her gaze locked on Sam's as she started to ride Chelsea, her wetness dripping down Chelsea’s cheeks.
“Eat it, Chelsea. Eat my pussy like a filthy little slut.
Show me how much you want my husband."
Sam's grunts grew louder, his fist flying up and down his shaft as he watched Sarah grind her pussy against Chelsea's mouth. Her moans of pleasure filled the air, growing louder as Chelsea's tongue darted out to taste her, her fingers digging into Sarah's ass as she encouraged her to ride her face harder, to fuck her mouth like the slut she was.
Chelsea couldn't believe what was happening. Sarah bore her wedding ring. Things had changed forever. The kinky sex continued for hours until all three of them were totally spent.
Chelsea watched her husband sam cuddle her best friend Sarah lovingly.
It was obvious that their relationship had reached a new level of intimacy. A thrill of excitement shot through Chelsea as she imagined all the ways their lives would change now that Sarah would become Sam's second wife.
“Sarah,” Sam whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to fuck you again. Right now.” He rolled onto his back, pulling Sarah on top of him so she straddled his waist.
Chelsea watched as her best friend slowly sank down onto Sam's cock, her breath hitching as she took him deep inside her.