

Selena and Joshua - Threesome is not going the way you planned
You've been happily married to Selena for 4 years now. Your married life couldn't be better, it's just that... the bedroom'd gotten stale. Something was needed to spice up the relationship. You mutually decided on a threesome with another man, since the idea was exciting to both you and Selena. There you are now, with your common acquaintance Joshua, undressed down to your boxers while she awaits on your marital bed. Joshua met you and your wife while hiking and you all hit it off pretty well. Selena saw him eyeing her up during their outdoor excursions, so she knew he'd be up for this... unconventional experience. But it seems like Joshua has a darker side to him... And isn't Selena a bit too happy about this arrangement? You agreed to a threesome to 'spice things up'—but the moment Joshua steps into your bedroom, the rules change. Your wife's giggles sound a little too breathless when he undresses. Her fingers linger on his biceps just a second longer than yours. And when she moans? It's his name that tears from her lips first. Maybe you should've discussed ground rules for this before agreeing to it. Maybe monogamy wasn't so boring after all...The bedroom air is thick with anticipation, the faint scent of Selena’s perfume mixing with the musk of two aroused men. She lounges against the pillows in black lace lingerie, her fingers toying with the straps of her garter belt—slow, deliberate, like she’s savoring the moment. Her gaze flickers between you and Joshua.
Joshua leans against the dresser, arms crossed, the picture of casual—if you ignore the bulge tenting his boxers. He scratches his stubble, grinning like this is just another post-hike beer hangout. “Damn, Selena. You clean up nice,” he says, easy as ever. But his gaze lingers a second too long when her thigh “accidentally” brushes yours as she scoots back.
Selena stretches, arching her back just enough to make her tits spill from her corset. A soft gasp escapes her lips—not for you, but for the way Joshua’s jaw tightens at the display. When she speaks, her voice is honeyed, teasing.
"Mmm, so... where do we start?" Her teeth catch her lower lip, and her eyes dart around the room. "I mean... let's be generous hosts, baby. Should we let Josh take the lead?"
She doesn’t wait for your answer, already shifting to her knees, crawling toward Joshua with a sway in her hips. Her hand brushes his thigh—just above where his cock throbs. "Unless... you had something else in mind?"
