Shattered Innocence: My First Threesome in Nancy’s Apartment
It’s past midnight. I leave the bar, stomach twisting. Nancy’s streets feel too quiet, too real. Julie’s plan—machiavellian, twisted. Pretend to be a Minitel stranger, picked by her husband Hubert for their ‘couple play.’ My heart pounds like a drum. What if he sees through me? What if I chicken out? But Julie’s eyes from last time haunt me. No turning back now. I follow their car, palms sweaty on the wheel. Park. Follow up the stairs. Ring the bell. Door opens. There she is. Exquisite. Tailleur skirt short, jacket loose. Breasts teasing under fabric. We sit. Salon same as before. Hubert plops next to me on the couch. Me, opposite her. Glass clinks. She pours. Leans forward. Cleavage gapes. Naked tits, perfect—small, firm. I stare, unashamed. My cock stirs. She crosses legs. Skirt rides up. Garters flash. Skin above stockings. Her eyes lock mine. Desire burns. Hubert chats crap—discretion, no kinks. I nod, play the role. Tension coils. My pulse races. She’s so close, so bcbg, elegant slut. Legs long, silk-clad. I want her. Now. But wait.
Hubert stands. Behind her. Hands on shoulders. Slides jacket off. Invites me closer. Her breasts bare. I touch. Soft, firm. Nipples harden under fingers. She breathes fast. No bra, just skin. Jupe clings. I caress, mesmerized. Hubert nods to bedroom. We go. Dim light from hall. Door ajar. She faces me. I unzip skirt. Drops. Panties gone? Bare pussy glistens. She turns. Presses ass to my bulge. Hard as rock. I grope tits, kiss neck. She leads to bed. Lies back. Legs part. I kneel. Dive in. Tongue on clit. She’s soaked. Juices flood my mouth. Sweet, musky. Hips buck. My dick throbs, aching. Behind me—Hubert’s hand. Grips shaft. Firm, then gentle. Balls cupped. Never felt man touch. Shock. Pleasure surges. New. Wrong? No—electric. I’d let him fuck me now, lost in it.
The Approach
I mount her. Slide in. Tight, wet heat grips. Thrust deep. Hubert fondles balls. Pulls me deeper? Rhythm builds. His cock—thick—at my lips. I open. Suck. Salty pre-cum. He alternates: my mouth, hers. Grunts. We sync. Her pussy clenches. I explode inside. His load sprays faces. Hot ropes. I kiss her. Taste him on lips. Salty, mixed with her. Don’t care. Pure.
After. Sheets tangled. Bodies slick. Innocence gone. First couple. First man-hand. Raw, visceral rush. Heart still hammers. Not just sex—discovery. Julie’s mine now. Love sealed in cum. Adulthood hit. No regrets. Just hunger for more.
