Wild Entanglements: A Threesome Odyssey
Under the neon haze of Chicago’s Wicker Park, desires simmered like a storm about to break. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Shadows of Expectation
The elevator hummed upward, a metallic whisper against the thick tension coiling between them. Marcus gripped Elena’s hand, his callused palm rough from days sculpting clay in his studio loft. At 42, he carried the build of a man who’d wrestled life into shape—broad shoulders, ink-black hair tousled just enough to hint at wild abandon. Elena, his wife of eighteen years, pressed close, her voluptuous curves straining against a crimson sheath dress that hugged her like a lover’s grasp. Thirty-eight and a high school literature teacher, she exuded a quiet fire, her brunette waves cascading wild over bare shoulders scented with jasmine and spice.
They’d snagged a suite at the rooftop hotel, a sleek tower piercing the windy city’s skyline. No kids tonight—no interruptions from their two teens parked with a sitter. This was their plunge into the unknown: Riley, the redheaded firecracker from the app, promising to shatter their monogamous shell.
“You think she’ll show?” Elena murmured, her voice a husky thread, green eyes flickering with doubt. The air tasted metallic, elevator buttons glowing like distant stars.
Marcus pulled her in, lips brushing her ear. “If she’s half as feral as her pics, we’ll be ruined for anything tame.” His free hand slid down her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh. Heat pooled low in her belly, a slick promise already dampening her thighs.
Flashback tugged at them both as the doors dinged open. Earlier, in their suburban home an hour out, Elena had watched Marcus in the shower, steam curling like smoke from his muscled frame. She’d joined him unannounced, suds sliding over her full breasts as she dropped to her knees, taking his thickening shaft into her mouth with a greedy slurp. “Practice for tonight,” she’d gasped, tongue swirling the salty bead at his tip. He’d groaned, fucking her throat slow and deep until she gagged, spit trailing down her chin. But they’d stopped short—saving the flood for Riley.
Now, stepping into the rooftop bar’s velvet dimness, jazz notes curled through the air like smoke. Leather booths exhaled a rich, oiled scent. Glasses clinked, laughter bubbled low. They claimed a corner nook, hearts thumping wild rhythms.
Chapter 2: The Flame Ignites
Riley arrived like a tempest, ten minutes late but owning every inch. Thirty-five, entrepreneur running a boutique gym downtown, her athletic frame packed power—toned legs in stilettos, fiery red mane tumbling wild to her waist, freckles dusting porcelain skin. Emerald dress clung to her pert C-cups and flared hips, slit high enough to tease thigh tattoos: coiled serpents.
Elena spotted her first, breath catching. “Fuck, she’s real.” Marcus turned, cock twitching against his slacks. Riley’s smile cut sharp, confident, as she sauntered over, hips swaying with predatory grace.
“You two look even tastier in person.” Riley’s voice dripped honeyed gravel, sliding onto the booth beside Elena. Their thighs brushed—electric. Marcus ordered rounds: whiskey neat for him, cosmos for the women. The liquor burned sweet down throats, loosening tongues.
Talk flowed filthy-fast. Riley confessed her boredom with vanilla fucks, craving the raw edge of couples—the push-pull of power. “I love breaking in the shy ones,” she purred, eyes locking Elena’s. “Making ’em beg for my tongue on their dripping slit.”
Elena flushed, nipples hardening under silk. “We’re not shy. Just… selective.” Marcus chuckled, hand vanishing under the table to stroke Riley’s inner thigh. She parted legs slightly, heat radiating through lace.
“Selective means pent-up,” Riley teased, leaning into Elena. Their lips met soft at first—tentative brushes tasting cherry gloss and salt. Then hungry. Tongues tangled, wet smacks echoing faintly. Marcus watched, shaft straining, pre-cum soaking his boxers. The bar’s haze thickened with their mingled scents: Riley’s citrus-musk perfume, Elena’s jasmine, his earthy cologne.
“Let’s blow this joint,” Marcus growled after their third round, voice thick. Riley nipped Elena’s lip. “Lead the way, big man. But your wife’s mine first.” 🔥
Teasing Descent
In the elevator down, Riley pinned Elena against mirrored walls, hands roaming. Fingers plunged under Elena’s dress, circling her soaked thong. “Christ, you’re gushing,” Riley whispered, pumping two digits knuckle-deep. Elena whimpered, hips bucking, the wet schlick audible over the hum. Marcus pressed behind Riley, grinding his bulge into her ass, beard scraping her neck as he bit down.
“Save some for the room,” he rasped, though his hand fisted Riley’s wild red locks, yanking her head back for a bruising kiss.
Chapter 3: Suite of Sin
The suite door barely clicked shut before clothes flew. Riley shoved Elena onto the king bed, silk sheets whispering cool against fevered skin. Marcus dimmed lights, city glow filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows—a glittering audience to their debauchery.
Riley peeled off her dress, revealing black lace cradling her shaved mound, dark pink nipples erect like bullets. “Strip, teacher. Show me those fat tits.” Elena obeyed, shimmying free, her heavy DDs bouncing free—pale globes with rosy peaks aching for abuse.
Marcus shed his shirt, revealing tattooed torso rippling with artist muscle. Pants dropped, unleashing his veined eight-incher, throbbing wild against his abs. Precum glistened at the slit.
Riley straddled Elena’s face reverse, grinding her sopping cunt onto waiting lips. “Eat me, slut.” Elena dove in, tongue spearing folds, lapping tangy nectar that dripped like honey. Riley moaned guttural, ass flexing, the room filling with slurps and gasps. Smell of arousal hung heavy—musky, primal.
Marcus knelt behind, spreading Riley’s cheeks. His tongue rimmed her puckered star, then plunged into her pussy alongside Elena’s assault. Riley bucked wild, screaming, “Fuck yes, devour my holes!” Hands fisted sheets, knuckles white.
Elena surfaced gasping, face slick. “Taste so fucking wild, like forbidden fruit.” Riley grinned down, grinding harder, clit mashing Elena’s nose.
Double Impalement
Marcus rose, shaft nudging Riley’s lips. She engulfed him balls-deep, throat convulsing around girth, gagging wetly. Saliva cascaded down his sack as she bobbed feral. Elena watched, fingering her own clit furiously, juices puddling beneath her.
“My turn,” Elena begged. Riley dismounted, flipping her onto all fours. Marcus mounted Elena doggy, slamming home with a meaty slap. Her walls clenched his pistoning rod, each thrust squelching obscenely. “Pound that married cunt!” Riley commanded, shoving her face under to suck Elena’s swinging tits, teeth grazing nipples till they bruised.
Riley’s fingers invaded Marcus’s ass as he rutted, prostate tease making him swell thicker. “Gonna flood her,” he grunted. But Riley pulled him out. “Not yet. My holes first.”
Chapter 4: Midnight Pool Plunge 💋
Adrenaline surged; they craved air. The rooftop pool beckoned, midnight deserted under starry smog. Wrapped in robes, they snuck up, giggling like thieves. Chlorine bit the air, water lapped black and inviting.
Robes shed, three naked forms dove in—splashes echoing wild. Bodies collided underwater, slippery limbs tangling. Marcus surfaced between them, Elena latched to one nipple, Riley the other, sucking hard till water swirled pink from nips.
Riley climbed the ladder first, ass cheeks parting to flaunt her winking rosebud. “Who wants to tongue-fuck my shithole poolside?” Marcus hauled himself up, burying face between globes, tongue drilling deep while chlorine-tanged water dripped. Elena floated below, lapping Riley’s dangling labia, the combo wrenching howls from the redhead.
“This night’s gone full wild,” Marcus muttered, voice muffled in flesh, cock bobbing rigid above waves. Jealousy flickered in Elena—Riley’s dominance chafing—but Marcus sensed it, pulling her up for a deep kiss tasting of ass and pussy.
“You’re my anchor,” he whispered. She melted, the trio reforming in a heated huddle. Back in the suite, dripping and feral, they raided the minibar—tequila shots burning trails to more depravity.
Strap-On Surprise
Riley unpacked her bag: a thick harness dildo, veined monster. “Ever taken double cock, Elena?” Strapped on, she lubed the beast, positioning Elena on back, legs splayed. Marcus slid into her ass first—slow breach, ring stretching around his girth amid pained moans turning pleasured.
Riley thrust into her cunt, both men filling her utterly. Walls milked them through thin membrane, Elena’s screams raw: “Rip me apart, you wild fucks!” Thrusts synced, slapping skin symphony, tits jiggling hypnotic. Sweat-slick, they railed till she squirted arcs, soaking sheets in citrus spray.
Chapter 5: Fractured Edges
Dawn crept, bodies entwined in exhaustion’s glow. But cracks showed. Elena stirred first, slipping to the balcony, city hum below. Marcus joined, arms circling her waist. “Regrets?”
“Nah. Just… intense.” Inside, Riley snored softly, wild mane fanned like fire. Over breakfast room service—syrupy pancakes, coffee bitter-black—talk turned real. Riley admitted past heartbreaks fueling her hunts. “Couples like you? Rare gems. But I bolt if it traps.”
Tension brewed anew. Elena probed, “What if we want repeats?” Riley’s eyes sparked challenge. “Earn it. Show me you’re not vanilla afterglow.”
Marcus ignited round five, bending Riley over the table, plates clattering. He reamed her ass merciless, balls smacking clit, her begs feral: “Deeper, wreck my shitter!” Elena strapped on, face-fucking Riley’s drooling mouth, mascara rivers down cheeks.
Gags choked air, table rocking. Elena pulled out, pissing hot stream over Riley’s tits—golden shame she craved. “Drink it, whore.” Riley lapped obedient, then they switched, Elena’s ass impaled on Marcus while Riley fisted her cunt four fingers deep, thumb grinding nub.
Orgasms crashed tidal—Riley’s first anal explosion milking Marcus dry, cum farting out in ropes. Elena creamed around the fist, convulsions shaking her core.
Emotional Reckoning
Post-climax haze, they showered together, soapy hands gentle now. Vulnerability seeped: Elena confessed envy of Riley’s freedom. “Our life’s structured—kids, jobs. This feels wild escape.”
Riley cupped her face. “Structure’s hot. Makes rebellion sweeter.” Marcus nodded, beard sudsy. “Stay for brunch?” She did, forging tentative bonds amid maple bacon’s sizzle.
Chapter 6: Echoes of the Wild
Afternoon checkout loomed, bodies marked—hickeys blooming purple, asses tender from abuse. One final frenzy: Riley on her back, Elena sixty-nining atop, cunts grinding slick. Marcus alternated plunging shafts into each sloppy hole, tagging like a piston god.
“Fill us both,” they chorused, voices wrecked. He unloaded in Elena’s ass first, excess bubbling for Riley to scoop and swallow—salty-churned delight. Then her pussy, breeding deep till overflow wept.
Dressed, they parted at the lobby, kisses lingering. “Text me,” Riley winked, vanishing into cab swirl. Marcus and Elena drove home, hands linked, replaying the blur.
“Wildest night ever,” Elena sighed, fingers tracing his thigh. He smirked. “Just the start.” Suburbs blurred by, but inside, embers smoldered—promising returns, deeper dives into the feral unknown.
Back home, unpacking scents of sex clung to clothes. That evening, alone, they fucked slow on the kitchen counter, whispering Riley’s name into each other’s mouths. The wild had reshaped them, cracks mended stronger, hungers etched permanent. 💋🔥
