Chapter 1: The Tempting Threads 🔥
Ellie had always figured she was the girl next door type—cute enough, with a smile that lit up rooms and eyes that sparkled when she laughed. But sexy? Nah, that word never stuck to her like it did to the vixens in those steamy novels she devoured in secret. That all shifted when Jenny crashed into their lives like a sultry storm. Jon and Jenny worked side by side at the firm, trading jokes over coffee and late-night deadlines, and somehow, the three of them morphed into this unbreakable trio amid their circle of fresh-out-of-college hustlers. Dallas nights were alive with bars, beaches in dreams, and that electric buzz of being young, employed, and free as hell.
Jon and Ellie? They were the first to tie the knot, Vegas-style, quick and dirty after a whirlwind romance that started at some crowded party. She wasn’t drawn to his looks at first—tall, lean, blonde as a California surfer, not the dark, muscled guys she usually eyed. But damn, his kindness hooked her, and then that first kiss? It was fire. They tumbled into bed, exploring like it was the end of the world. His long limbs wrapping around her, the way his pale skin flushed under her touch—it was addictive. He worshipped her curves, her taste, the way she arched into him during those marathon sessions.
Jealousy should’ve been Ellie’s shadow with Jenny around. Jon’s “work wife,” they called her, and she owned it. Jenny was a knockout—Colombian-Mexican firecracker with dark, piercing eyes, full lips that curved into a lip-bite smile that screamed trouble. She knew her power since fifteen, turning heads wherever she went, but “the one” always slipped away. Nights out ended with the three of them buzzed, crashing at Ellie and Jon’s place, Jenny in the guest room, laughter echoing till dawn.
It was Jenny who flipped the switch on Ellie’s self-image. Sexy. Desired. Not just by Jon in their bed, but out there, under club lights or beach sun. Jon had this Hawaii business trip looming, and Jenny insisted on shopping help. “You need to slay, girl,” she said, dragging Ellie into boutiques that smelled of fresh leather and perfume, the air humming with pop beats from overhead speakers.
Dressing rooms became confessionals. Jenny shoved outfits at her—dresses dipping low, clinging tight, baring skin Ellie would’ve hidden. “Look at you,” Jenny murmured, her olive fingers brushing Ellie’s waist as she zipped a sundress. Ellie’s breath hitched; Jenny’s body was a revelation up close. Slim, small breasts perky without a bra, flat stomach leading to that dark patch teasing between her thighs when she changed without a shred of shame. Ellie caught herself staring, heat pooling low as Jenny’s touch lingered, tying strings on a bikini that barely qualified as clothing.
Ellie had worn two-pieces before, sure, but this? Thin triangles of red fabric, strings whispering against her skin like promises. Jenny’s was blue, matching her eyes almost, nipples poking through like invitations. The mirror fogged with their shared breaths, the scent of Jenny’s citrus lotion mixing with Ellie’s vanilla body wash. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” Jenny whispered, her voice husky, fingers grazing Ellie’s hip. Ellie felt it then—a flutter, electric, straight to her core. Like when Jon stripped for her, but sharper, forbidden.
That night, dinner was tacos and margaritas at a spot downtown, the air thick with cumin and lime, laughter spilling over clinking glasses. They skipped the clubs—packing awaited—but back home, wine flowed like sin. Bags rustled on the living room floor, carpet soft underfoot. Jenny pulled out the blue cocktail dress first, all silk and seduction. “Try it on, Ellie. For us.”
Ellie slipped away, heart pounding, emerging to silence. The dress hugged her breasts, neckline plunging, back bare to her dimples. Jon’s eyes darkened, his lean frame shifting on the couch, a bulge already straining his jeans. Jenny whistled low. “Damn, Jon, your wife’s a goddess. You blind or what?”
They bantered, wine loosening tongues, until Jenny demanded the bikini show. “Fair’s fair,” Ellie shot back, and they vanished to the guest room, giggles muffled. Jon changed too, into board shorts and a tee, feeling ridiculous but buzzed. The girls returned in towels, the air charged, like before a storm.
“No shirt? Lame,” Ellie teased, dropping her towel slow. Red strings framed her breasts, just enough cover, ass cheeks peeking. Jenny followed, blue barely containing her, nipples hard points. Jon’s cock twitched, visible through thin fabric. He sat quick, wine burning his throat.
They sank onto the couch, Ellie sandwiched, skin prickling from their warmth. Jenny’s thigh brushed hers, soft and firm. “What do you think, Jon? Ellie’s tits in that top—perfect handfuls, right?”
Jon swallowed. “Yeah… perfect.”
Ellie flushed, but fired back, “Jenny’s body? God, those nipples could cut glass.”
Fair play turned bold. Jon grumbled about being shirtless alone. Ellie downed her wine, untied her neck strap. Breasts spilled free, pink nipples tightening in the cool air. Jenny matched, small dark areolas framing peaks. “Happy?” Jenny purred.
“Very,” Jon rasped, erection throbbing.
The room smelled of wine and arousal, faint musk rising. Ellie leaned in, lips brushing Jenny’s soft. Jenny deepened it, tongue invading, hand sliding up Ellie’s thigh to cup a breast, thumb circling the nipple. Ellie moaned, the sound raw, vibrating through them.
“Is this okay?” Ellie gasped, turning to Jon.
He nodded, hand on his bulge. “More than.”
Jenny’s mouth trailed Ellie’s neck, sucking a nipple, wet heat sending shocks to Ellie’s pussy. Ellie explored back, pinching Jenny’s firm tips, the taste of salt on her skin.
They tumbled to the carpet, Ellie over Jenny, kissing down to those breasts, licking slow circles. Jenny arched, fingers in Ellie’s hair. “Fuck, yes…”
Ellie ventured lower, over the bikini bottom, damp fabric against her lips. Untying strings, she exposed Jenny’s slick folds, dark curls framing pink. The scent was heady, musky-sweet. Ellie kissed inner thighs, then parted, tongue flicking the clit. Jenny gasped, bucking, breasts heaving.
Jon watched, stroking his cock through shorts, tip leaking. “God, you two…”
Jenny’s eyes locked on him, pleasure coiling as Ellie’s tongue delved, finger sliding in, warm and tight.
Chapter 2: Flames of Forbidden Flesh
The carpet burned against Jenny’s back, but the fire was inside, Ellie’s mouth a revelation—soft laps turning insistent, sucking her clit like it was candy. Taste exploded on Ellie’s tongue: tangy, addictive, Jenny’s juices coating her chin. Jenny’s moans filled the room, low and guttural, mixing with the wet sounds of Ellie’s feast.
Jon’s hand freed his cock, average but thick, veined and pulsing, pre-cum glistening in the lamplight. He knelt behind Ellie, untying her bottoms, exposing her ass, pussy dripping. He kissed her neck, salty skin, cupped a swaying breast, pinching the nipple hard. Fingers dipped into her wetness, two sliding easy, curling to hit that spot.
Ellie moaned into Jenny, vibrations pushing her closer. “Fuck me,” Ellie begged, voice muffled.
Jon gripped her hips, cock nudging her entrance. He thrust in slow, groaning at the clench, hot and velvet. Jenny watched, eyes wild, as Jon filled Ellie, balls slapping. Their rhythms synced—Ellie’s tongue thrusting like Jon’s cock, fingers pumping.
Jenny shattered first, orgasm ripping through, thighs clamping Ellie’s head, cries sharp: “Oh shit, yes! Don’t stop!” Waves pulsed, soaking Ellie’s face.
Ellie lifted, panting, Jon’s thrusts relentless, stretching her. She rubbed her clit frantic, the dual assault—his cock, her fingers—building fast. “Cum with me,” she whimpered.
Jon growled, slamming deep, spilling hot inside her as she clenched, screaming her release. They collapsed, a sweaty tangle, breaths ragged, scents mingling: sex, sweat, satisfaction.
Minutes passed, hearts slowing. Ellie stood, legs shaky, grabbed their hands. “Bedroom. Now.”
She led them, hips swaying, cum trickling down her thigh. In the king bed, sheets cool against heated skin, she peed quick, returning to find them facing, space for her. She crawled between, kissing Jenny soft, then Jon fierce, tasting herself on him mixed with Jenny’s essence. Curled to Jon, his hand on her breast, Jenny’s in hers, sleep claimed them fast.
Morning light filtered through blinds, birds chirping outside. Shower hummed. Jon stirred, cock half-hard from dreams. Ellie slipped out, padding to the bathroom. Peeking, he saw them under spray, water cascading over curves.
Ellie beckoned, grinning at his tented boxers. “Join us.”
The walk-in steamed, fitting three tight, bodies slick. Jenny soaped Ellie’s back, hands lingering on ass, fingers teasing crack. Ellie returned, lathering Jenny’s small tits, thumbs on nipples, eliciting a hiss.
They turned to Jon, Ellie at front, Jenny behind. Soap suds foamed, hands everywhere—Ellie’s on his chest, tracing pecs, down to abs; Jenny’s on his back, nails scraping lightly, then ass, squeezing. The slide of skin, bubbly and warm, was torture.
Lower: Ellie gripped his cock, stroking firm, thumb over slit. Jenny’s hands joined, one cupping balls, rolling gentle. “How’s that feel?” Ellie whispered, voice echoing off tiles.
Jon moaned, head back. “Like heaven… fuck.”
Rinsed under hot spray, he faced Jenny, her nipples diamond-hard, eyes hungry. Out, towels rough on skin, back to bed. Jon centered, Ellie whispering, “We’re spoiling you first.”
Jenny kissed his nipple, sucking, teeth grazing. Ellie claimed his mouth, tongue dueling, hand pumping his shaft. Jenny licked south, stomach muscles twitching under her tongue, salty from shower.
Ellie held him to Jenny’s lips. “Suck him, Jenny. Make him beg.”
Jenny engulfed the head, warm mouth sucking, tongue swirling pre-cum. Ellie joined, licking shaft, balls, their mouths meeting over him in sloppy kisses. Jon bucked, groans deep, close so many times they edged him merciless.
They climbed up, bodies pressing, kisses raining—neck, lips, ears. Jenny fed him her breast, nipple in his mouth, bitten gentle. His fingers found her pussy, soaked, two plunging in, thumb on clit. She rode his hand, moaning into his shoulder.
Ellie watched, legs spread, fingers circling her clit, juices slicking thighs. “Fuck her, Jon. I want to see.”
He blinked, stunned. Jenny straddled, guiding him in slow, stretching around his girth. “God, you’re thick,” she gasped, sinking fully, clit grinding base.
She rode hard, breasts bouncing, hand on her nub. Jon pinched nipples, sucking when she leaned. Ellie fingered faster, the sight—Jon’s cock disappearing into Jenny—fueling her fire.
“I’m close,” Jon warned.
“Cum in me,” Jenny demanded, walls fluttering.
Ellie urged, “Do it. Fill her.”
Jon erupted, ropes hot inside, Jenny climaxing with a wail, collapsing. They turned to Ellie, paused mid-touch. Jenny dove between her legs, tongue lapping cum from Jon still on her folds? No, fresh hunger. Fingers curled inside, tongue on clit.
Jon kissed Ellie, then breasts, sucking hard. She tasted Jenny on him, pulling him to her mouth, sucking clean to hardness. Jenny kissed up, and Jon entered Ellie missionary, deep thrusts.
Jenny’s hand felt the join, slick, then rubbed Ellie’s clit. Overload: tongue, cock, fingers. Ellie screamed, orgasm crashing, milking Jon dry again.
Spent, they lay tangled, breaths syncing.
Chapter 3: Echoes of Ecstasy Unbound
Coffee brewed, bitter and strong, steam rising in the kitchen as sunlight danced on counters. Jenny dressed reluctant, kissing them both lingering. “Last night… morning… unreal.” Door clicked shut, leaving Jon and Ellie buzzing.
Packing for Hawaii, clothes folded with memories— that bikini now packed with promise. Jon paused, boxers tenting again. “You okay? With Jenny and me?”
Ellie smiled, pulling him close, hand cupping his ass. “More than. Watching you in her? Hot as fuck. Made me want you more.”
No jealousy, just deeper bond. Strength in their love let this bloom.
Weeks blurred, work and hangs, but tension simmered. Next girls’ night? No, full trio invite. Jenny’s place this time, sleek apartment overlooking city lights, air scented with incense and her perfume—jasmine, intoxicating.
Drinks: tequila shots, lime sharp on tongues, salt stinging lips. Laughter turned flirty, Jenny in a sheer top, no bra, nipples teasing. “Remember Hawaii packing? We need a redo.”
Ellie wore a short skirt, no panties, breeze teasing her bare pussy. Jon in jeans, already tight. They danced in the living room, bodies grinding to bass-heavy beats, sweat beading.
Jenny pressed to Ellie’s front, Jon behind, sandwiching. Hands roamed—Jenny’s up Ellie’s shirt, pinching nipples; Jon’s down skirt, fingers finding wetness. “You’re soaked,” he growled in her ear.
Ellie spun, kissing Jenny hard, tongues battling, while Jon watched, stroking through denim. To the bedroom, king bed waiting, sheets black silk.
Clothes shed frantic: skirt hiked, Jon’s jeans yanked. Jenny on her back, legs spread, pussy glistening. Ellie straddled her face, lowering onto waiting tongue. “Eat me,” she commanded.
Jon’s cock, hard and leaking, he rubbed on Jenny’s thigh, then entered her slow, groan echoing. The bed creaked, rhythms syncing—Ellie’s hips grinding on Jenny’s mouth, wet slurps; Jon’s thrusts deep, balls slapping ass.
Taste flooded Jenny: Ellie’s sweet nectar, mixed with Jon’s musk as he pounded. Sight: Ellie’s breasts bouncing, Jon’s abs flexing. Touch: cock filling, tongue probing. Sounds: moans, skin on skin.
Ellie came first, flooding Jenny’s mouth, cries muffled. Jenny followed, clenching Jon, who pulled out, spraying hot across her stomach, pearly ropes.
Ellie licked it off, sharing in a cum-slick kiss with Jenny. Jon joined, cock in Ellie’s hand, stroking to hardness.
Positions shifted: Jenny on all fours, Jon behind, slamming hard. Ellie under, 69 with Jenny, tongue in her ass while Jon fucked. “Deeper,” Jenny begged, pushing back.
Ellie’s fingers in Jenny’s pussy alongside Jon’s cock? No, she rimmed, tongue circling tight ring, dipping in. Jenny howled, orgasm ripping, squirting on Ellie’s face.
Jon flipped Ellie, ass up, entering rough, hand fisting hair. Jenny watched, fingering herself, then joined, tongue on Ellie’s clit from below. Double assault: cock stretching, tongue lashing.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Ellie wailed, pussy spasming. Jon unloaded, pulling out to finish on her back, hot drips.
They collapsed, bodies sticky, air thick with sex. But hunger lingered. Jenny fetched toys from nightstand—vibrator, thick dildo, lube glistening.
“Ever double?” she asked, eyes wicked.
Ellie nodded, eager. Jon lubed the dildo, easing into her ass slow, burn turning bliss. Jenny strapped on the vibe, entering her pussy, dual fill. Jon in Jenny’s mouth, thrusting gentle.
Ellie rocked between, stuffed full, pleasure coiling insane. “Harder… fuck me like sluts!”
They did, vibes humming, moans symphony. Orgasms chained: Ellie first, squirting around toys; Jenny next, swallowing Jon’s load; Jon last, painting Jenny’s tits.
Hours passed, exhausted, cuddling under sheets, whispers of more.
Chapter 4: Depths of Carnal Surrender 💋
Hawaii trip came, paradise with undertones. Beaches golden, waves crashing salty, but their villa? Private, pool lapping softly. First night, bikinis on— the ones from shopping, strings begging untie.
Dinner: fresh fish, rum punch sweet on lips. Back, under stars, pool lights glowing. Jenny wasn’t there, but texts hinted future visits. Alone, they role-played.
“Imagine Jenny here,” Ellie murmured, hand in Jon’s shorts, stroking slow.
He groaned, fingers in her bikini bottom, circling clit. “Sucking you while I fuck her.”
They stripped, water cool on hot skin. Ellie against pool edge, Jon entering from behind, water splashing. Her moans echoed, hand between legs rubbing. He reached around, pinching nipples.
“Faster,” she demanded, ass pushing back.
He obliged, slamming, until she came, walls milking. He followed, filling her, cum mixing with pool water.
Next days: hikes sweaty, bodies brushing; beach fucks hidden, sand gritty on skin. But Jenny’s shadow loomed. Back home, she waited, boyfriend-free again.
Reunion: their place, blindfolds ready. Jenny arrived, blindfolded first, led to bed. Ellie and Jon undressed her slow, kisses trailing—Ellie’s on breasts, sucking nipples till hard; Jon’s on thighs, tongue teasing pussy.
“Guess who,” Ellie whispered, voice husky.
Jenny moaned, “Both… gods.”
Blindfold off, she saw them naked, cocks—wait, Jon’s hard, Ellie’s strap-on gleaming. No, pure flesh. Jenny pulled Ellie down, scissoring legs, clits grinding, wet slides electric.
Jon watched, stroking, then joined, cock in Jenny’s mouth while she tribbed Ellie. Gags, slurps, grinds—sensory overload.
Switch: Ellie on back, Jenny eating her, ass up. Jon entered Jenny doggy, chain fucking. Depths hit: Jon’s cock bottoming, Jenny’s tongue deep, fingers in ass.
Cums cascaded: Jenny muffled into Ellie; Ellie bucking; Jon pulling to spray faces.
Toys again: double penetration for Ellie—Jon’s cock pussy, dildo ass, Jenny vibing clit. “Stretch me!” she screamed, multiple orgasms blurring.
Jenny’s turn: Jon anal, slow burn to ecstasy, Ellie fisting? No, fingers three, stretching. Pain-pleasure line blurred, screams raw.
Nights blurred into weeks, boundaries gone. Public teases: club bathroom quickie, Ellie and Jenny fingering under table, Jon watching.
One night, rougher: spanking, red welts on asses, bites marking necks. “Own me,” Jenny begged, bound wrists.
Jon fucked her tied, Ellie whipping light, then soothing tongue. Orgasms from dominance, submission.
Senses peaked: taste of cum shared; sight of bodies glistening; sounds of flesh; smells of arousal; touch everywhere.
Chapter 5: Eternal Flames of Shared Sin
Months wove their web, trio inseparable. Jenny met Mark, sweet guy, but sparks with them endured. Secret meets: hotel rooms anonymous, mirrors reflecting multiples.
One weekend getaway: cabin woods, fire crackling, pine scent sharp. Naked by hearth, bodies painted in flickering light.
Ellie on rug, Jenny between legs, tongue delving ass and pussy alternate. Jon in Jenny, slow deep. “Taste her on me,” he commanded.
Jenny did, ass-fucking position, Ellie licking join.
Intense: fisting explored—Ellie’s hand in Jenny slow, knuckles deep, pleasure tears. “Full… so full!”
Jon in Ellie’s ass while she fisted, overload.
Group showers: soapy slides, fingers everywhere, cums under water.
Back home, Jenny’s engagement loomed. Last night: all-night orgy. Wine, then bodies.
Ellie pegged Jenny, strap thick, while Jon fucked Ellie. Chain: thrusts propagating.
Jenny squirted first, soaking; Ellie next, screaming; Jon in ass, hot flood.
Morning: tender, kisses soft. “This doesn’t end,” Ellie said. “Just evolves.”
Jenny nodded, tears mixing sweat. “Our fire burns forever.”
They parted, but embers glowed. Jon and Ellie stronger, memories fuel. Occasional texts, hints of more. Life moved, but that trashy, taboo blaze? Etched eternal.
In quiet moments, Ellie’s hand wandered, Jon’s too, whispering names. Sexy? Hell yes. Unbound.
