My [M28] girlfriend [21] brought a tinder guy over
It started as a kink. A fantasy we joked about during pillow talk: “I want a threesome but with 2 guys” and “What if you watched me with someone else?” It always ended with her teasing, “You’d just sit there, hard as fuck, wouldn’t you?”
Turns out, she was right.
We booked an Airbnb, something private and quiet. A big bed. A hot tub. A weekend to experiment. She matched with a guy on Tinder—tall, smooth with his words. She let me read the messages. They were flirty, filthy, and very much about her. I was turned on and a little nervous—but we both wanted this.
He showed up late, and things escalated fast. No awkward warm-up. Within minutes, she was on her knees in front of both of us, switching between our cocks, her eyes wild with lust. Her lipstick was smudged, spit dripping down her chin, and she was loving every second of it.
We moved to the bed. She climbed on top of me first, kissed me deep, slow, then turned around and offered herself to him like it was his for the taking.
He didn’t hesitate.
She moaned the moment he slid inside her. And I felt her tighten around me as she gasped. That first thrust hit different—not just for her, but for me. She started riding him like she was possessed, one hand on his chest, the other gripping the headboard.
I pulled out, stepped back, and sat in the chair across the room, dick in hand, watching.
She looked over her shoulder, smirked, and said, “You like watching him fuck your girlfriend?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was too busy trying not to explode just from the view.
He grabbed her hips, fucked her harder, deeper. She was loud—louder than I’d ever heard her. Slapping sounds filled the room. Skin on skin. Her cries. His groans. And me, jerking off while watching the woman I love get absolutely ruined by another man.
It wasn’t about humiliation—it was about surrender. She was free, uninhibited, and completely in control of her pleasure. And I was there, witnessing every second of it, turned on beyond belief.
When she came—shaking, breathless, eyes rolled back—I nearly did too. The way she collapsed on top of him, then turned to me, cheeks flushed and smiling like a goddess… that image is burned into my brain.
Later that night, when we were alone, she straddled me, kissed me slow, and whispered, “You were so good for me tonight.”
And I’d do it all again
Turns out, she was right.
We booked an Airbnb, something private and quiet. A big bed. A hot tub. A weekend to experiment. She matched with a guy on Tinder—tall, smooth with his words. She let me read the messages. They were flirty, filthy, and very much about her. I was turned on and a little nervous—but we both wanted this.
He showed up late, and things escalated fast. No awkward warm-up. Within minutes, she was on her knees in front of both of us, switching between our cocks, her eyes wild with lust. Her lipstick was smudged, spit dripping down her chin, and she was loving every second of it.
We moved to the bed. She climbed on top of me first, kissed me deep, slow, then turned around and offered herself to him like it was his for the taking.
He didn’t hesitate.
She moaned the moment he slid inside her. And I felt her tighten around me as she gasped. That first thrust hit different—not just for her, but for me. She started riding him like she was possessed, one hand on his chest, the other gripping the headboard.
I pulled out, stepped back, and sat in the chair across the room, dick in hand, watching.
She looked over her shoulder, smirked, and said, “You like watching him fuck your girlfriend?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was too busy trying not to explode just from the view.
He grabbed her hips, fucked her harder, deeper. She was loud—louder than I’d ever heard her. Slapping sounds filled the room. Skin on skin. Her cries. His groans. And me, jerking off while watching the woman I love get absolutely ruined by another man.
It wasn’t about humiliation—it was about surrender. She was free, uninhibited, and completely in control of her pleasure. And I was there, witnessing every second of it, turned on beyond belief.
When she came—shaking, breathless, eyes rolled back—I nearly did too. The way she collapsed on top of him, then turned to me, cheeks flushed and smiling like a goddess… that image is burned into my brain.
Later that night, when we were alone, she straddled me, kissed me slow, and whispered, “You were so good for me tonight.”
And I’d do it all again
8ヶ月前
