Night out [threesome] [rough] [female perspective]

Wrote this story for my husband via text messages, and I didnt use quotation marks on purpose. Thought I’d share. Lemme know what you think!
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You’re showered, in a nice shirt and jeans, smelling good, looking hot with your hair just perfect (as it often is) sitting on our bedroom couch, waiting for me to be done getting ready.

Ive showered, shaved smooth, wearing some sort of shimmery body lotion and my Sensuous Nude parfume that smells super sultry. Ive got on lacy lingerie underneath my favorite croptop and super tight high waisted black jeans. A comfortable pair of heels that make my ass pop. I feel sexy and confident.

I walk out of the bathroom and smirk mischievously at you. I swing on of my legs over yours, planting myself in your lap, hoping to feel a stir in your jeans. I lean in for a big, long, lustful kiss. The kind that makes me wanna start undoing your buttons… But when we break apart, you push me away. Youre gonna make me wait. Youve made me wait for days now. Im like an antsy tiger on a leash, and thats just how you want me tonight. We’re going on the hunt.

We head out to the car. You open my door and tell me to get in, whore, before the neighbors mistake me for a streetwalker. I giggle. You get in, and off we drive to an absolutely jumpin’ but somehow still effortlessly classy club. The bar tenders are charismatic and look good, mixing up their strong, dizzying potions, loosening people inhibitions. The DJ plays pulsating dance music, the kind you can really shake your ass to, alone, until you attract a partner. Then its great for grinding, pantomiming later intentions. It’s clean, but the aura is dirrrty.

We havent discussed what we’re looking for. Could be a woman, could be another man. Could be two or even more people. We stop at the bar to get some refreshments that go down easy and survey the scene. Lots of promising options tonight. Youve chosen the location well, I tell you. Of course you have. You play with my hair a bit, smiling just a little whilst looking into my eyes, in such a curious way. Suddenly you catch my hair more firmly in between your knuckles, just enough to hurt a little, but not enough to draw any attention to us. I yelp a little and you shush me, drawing me near. Go talk to that busty brunette on the dancefloor, you instruct me. The one in the bombshell burgundy cocktail dress.

I grin and take one last sip of my drink, drawing courage through my lips and feeling warmth trickle down my throat, across my cheeks, and just a little between my legs. She’s gorgeous, with balanced curves and a pretty face. I step onto the floor and casually dance my way over towards her, waiting patiently to make eye contact. Hers are green, like a cat’s, and I attempt to smile suggestively at her. She is dancing too, and very well. Most eyes are on us at this point.

When we get close enough, I shout over the music to ask her name. It’s Audrey. I tell her nice its a pleasure to meet her, and introduce myself. She nods, and further conversation is suppressed by the volume of the music. Eventually we get to a point where it feels like we’re dancing sort of together, not just near one another. I grow some balls and shoot my shot. You’re gorgeous, I say. Would you like to come home with me and my husband tonight? I indicate you across the way. You give a charming smile and a little wave. She turns back to me.

Your husband is hot, she replies, but I bat for his team, not ours. Sorry honey.

No biggie. I try to shrug it off, and gradually drift away. I don’t want to disappoint you. You brought me here to pick someone up and i’ll be damned if we dont come home with someone else (or maybe id be punished? Hm, I’d like that… No, wait, focus-

Suddenly somebody is behind me, speaking into my ear. I jump, startled, but he puts a hand lightly on my shoulder to steady me. Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there, he says. Do you want to dance?

He isnt bad looking, maybe 5’10 ish, ash blond hair cut neatly into a longish high fade, fashionably dressed, decently fit. I look to you and receive a tiny nod. He glances in your direction as well, but you’ve looked away. Sure, i tell him. And we get to it.

I do my best to tease him, get him worked up, checking on your expression periodically. I am yours, after all. But I am also thinking of being spitroasted between the two of you. Would I rather have you in my mouth or at my rear? I ponder. He interrupts my thoughts by asking if he can buy me a drink. I accept, and steer him towards where you’re seated at the bar. At first, when I make introductions, he looks.. Puzzled. Almost deterred. I place my hand on his thigh flirtatiously and explain that our relationship is sort of open ended.

You nod along, and ask him what he’s drinking, and order for us. Water for me, of course, so im not a sloppy mess. He thanks you, and i half-sit on his lap. You teasingly call me a slutty bitch, and he begins to look less nervous. You reach over to me and grope my tit a little, until my nipples get hard and poke through the fabric. Our new friend, Josh, looks over my shoulder at them in fascination. I take one of his hands and place it on the bare skin between my top and my jeans, wiggling against him a little to do so, noting the stiffness in his pants intensify. We sip our drinks for a couple minutes longer, asking the basic get-to-know-you questions, and then I ask if I should call the Uber.

We leave. I sit in the back between you two, hands straying. Brazenly you lift my shirt up just over my nipples, leaving them exposed. I struggle to stifle my gasps and little noises of pleasure as the two of you grope my tits in the backseat, and the driver notices, but doesnt say anything. Although i do catch him sneaking peeks in the mirror periodically. When we pull into the drive, you fix my shirt, thank the man, and lead us into the house.

Nice place, remarks Josh, looking all around. Wait til you see the bedroom, i reply with a wink. We head upstairs and you push me to the middle of the room and tell me to strip, bitch. I undress hastily. I hope you dont mind, you say to Josh, the whore likes it rough. Dont you? Yes Sir, I chirp happily. Josh grins and remarks that’s perfectly alright. You take out your cock, and he follows suit. You push me to my knees and use a handful of my hair to direct my face to his waiting cock. Suck it, bitch. I eagerly take it in my mouth, doing my best to please your guest.

When i pause for breath, you ask me who told me to stop? And you grab my head and start fucking my throat. Josh takes this as his cue to get undressed himself, and then you pass my cock-hungry mouth back to him while you remove your clothes. On the bed, pig, you direct.

I scramble to fulfill your orders, getting on all fours on the mattress. You slap me in the face for still not moving fast enough, and then replace your rock hard cock in my mouth. Too slow, bitch, you growl. Then, to Josh: she needs a good, hard, spanking. He moves behind me and the blows begin raining down heavily on my poor cheeks, turning them bright red, til I am mewling around your cock. The beating pauses as he puts on a condom, and then he plunges into my sopping wet pussy.

Look how easy he got in there. Your cunt must be so fucking wet, huh you little whore? You taunt me. You pull your cock just far out enough that a string of saliva trails from my lips to the head, and allow me to gasp Yes… Sir!

You shove your cock back down my throat and i get pounded from both ends. I cant help but moan. Josh gets close to cumming, so he asks to switch. But instead of getting my dripping cunt filled, i get your big hard cock suddenly up my ass, making me cry out. You give my ass a hard slap, telling me to shut up, you dumb whore, before your hands latch onto my hip bones and Josh continues with drilling my face. My ass is burning and god it fucking feels so good and I start begging you, please, PLEASE Sir, can I cum?? No, you filthy cunt, you scold me. You think you deserve to. You frustrated me for a while longer, my poor ass getting sorer and sorer, my pussy aching with need, before you finally let me cum. I go over the edge, spasming around your cock with waves of uncontrolled pleasure. When i come back to earth you slap me in the face and tits a few times before dragging me back on the floor by your and Josh’s feet. You two furiously jack off towards my face while i switch back and forth, licking both pairs of balls. You guys cum all over my face and i take it with an open mouth because im a good slut.

You snap a few pics on your phone and send them to Josh while he dresses. He thanks you and says he’ll be back, as long as you’ll have him.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eylbtq/night_out_threesome_rough_female_perspective