My Wife’s First Threesome: Heart-Racing Surrender in a Spanish Club
That Spanish vacation club bar stool still haunts me. Heart hammering as Juan’s eyes dipped into Émilie’s sheer dress. Blond surfer boy, thirties, flirting hard. Miguel and Diego slide in—tall, ripped commercial guy and stocky rugby prof. Their gazes devoured her tanned thighs, deep cleavage. Beers flow, laughs mix with tension. My pulse raced; this…