My Forbidden First Threesome: Waking Up to the Captain and Co-Pilot in Casablanca
The hotel room in Casablanca smelled of crisp sheets and faint jet fuel sweat. Hyatt Regency luxury, but exhaustion hit hard. Patrick stripped to his briefs, muscles flexing shamelessly. Ruben, the captain, climbed into the king bed. I took the rollaway mattress on the floor, heart pounding from the delay, the heat.
Slipped off my uniform—skirt, blouse, stockings peeled away in the dark. Bra and panties only. Lights out. Sleep came fast, dreams twisting with my husband’s touch. But then… eyes flutter open. Not a dream. Patrick’s body pressed against my left side. His hand on my belly, stroking slow, like soothing a child’s ache. Up to my bra, fingers teasing nipples through lace.
The Approach: Tension Builds in the Dark
Panic surged. Heart hammered. ‘What the fuck?’ But he shushed me, index on lips. ‘You’ll wake Ruben.’ Too late for outrage. My pussy throbbed, soaked through panties. Travels starved me of sex. This stranger’s touch ignited forbidden fire. No turning back. Eyes shut again. Surrender.
He tugged my bra strap down. Tongue on my areola, sucking hard. Hand dipped lower, fingers tracing lips over cotton. I spread thighs, breath ragged. Panties yanked off. Face between legs. Tongue on clit—gentle laps building to frenzy. Thumb peeled back the hood. Waves crashed. Orgasm ripped through, muffled moans. Ruben still slept.
Patrick’s cock strained his briefs against my thigh. Hard, thick. I gripped it, stroking fierce, skin sliding over purple head. He pushed me back, aimed, thrust in deep. Wetter than ever, but stretched. Like deflowering all over. Eyes closed, passive bliss. Second climax building.
Light snapped on. Ruben watched, eyes hungry on my tits. Shame burned cheeks. Pushed Patrick off—but he stayed buried. ‘Ruben, it’s not…’ Useless words. Ruben rose, briefs tented. ‘Keep going, Patrick. She needs it.’ Kneeled by my head, cock out—grey pubes, circumcised, horizontal rod. Fed it to my mouth. Awkward angle, just the tip.
The Instant: Surrender to Raw Desire
Patrick pulled out. Ruben dove in, devouring pussy. Finger on clit, another spreading lips, third teasing asshole. New shocks—rimming my virgin pucker. Moans escaped. Patrick tapped: ‘Captain, I exist too.’ Switch. I mounted Patrick, impaled on his girth. Bouncing, tits pinched. Then Ruben’s tongue on my ass—wet, probing.
Orgasm exploded. Ruben stood, nudged my hole. ‘Never done anal,’ I gasped. Patrick whispered, ‘You’ll love it.’ Flipped me forward, ass up. Ruben pressed in slow. Ring burned, yielded. Inch by inch. Patrick froze inside pussy. Pain melted to fullness. Clit rubbed. I rocked. Sweat-slick sauna. Ruben gripped tits, pinched nipples. ‘So tight!’ He thrust twice, came hot inside ass. My wave peaked. Patrick followed, flooding pussy.
Collapsed. Sperm leaked from both holes. Shower scalded clean. Dressed in uniform. Breakfast silence.
Driving home to Mechelen now, thighs still warm. Innocence shattered. First time truly fucked—by two men. Remorse flickered, but hunger roared. Wanted more. Secret sealed.
