Friends share and take turns fucking wife after masquerade ball / Amateur hotwife

The Masquerade Ball was the social event of the season, and Lila and Jack were determined to make a splash. Lila, a stunning brunette with legs that went on for days, chose a skin-tight red gown that left little to the imagination. Her eyes sparkled mischievously behind a feathered masquerade mask as she linked arms with Jack, her handsome husband.

“Let’s have some fun tonight, darling,” Lila purred, her voice low and seductive. “I’m feeling adventurous.”

Jack grinned, his eyes appraising his wife’s curves appreciatively. “I like the sound of that, baby. Tonight’s going to be unforgettable.”

The ball was a blur of champagne, loose conversation, and suggestive glances. Lila and Jack danced and mingled, but Lila found her gaze lingering on a tall, dark-haired man in a sleek tuxedo. His confident air and smoldering good looks intrigued her.

As the night wore on, the mysterious man kept appearing at Lila’s side, offering her drinks and compliments. When he invited her to step out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air, she readily accepted.

Leaning against the stone railing, they exchanged flirtatious banter, their hands brushing as they reached for drinks. The chemistry between them was palpable.

When the man leaned in to kiss her, Lila didn’t hesitate. His lips were firm and insistent, his hands roaming her body with practiced ease. She moaned softly as he caressed her breasts through the thin fabric of her gown.

They made out hot and heavy on the moonlit balcony, Lila losing herself in the forbidden thrill of being groped by a stranger. But when he whispered that he wanted to take her back to his room, Lila hesitated.

“I can’t,” she gasped, pushing him away. “I’m married. This is as far as it goes.”

The man looked disappointed but accepted defeat. “Your loss, sweetheart. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Back on the dance floor, Lila couldn’t stop thinking about the electrifying encounter. When Jack noticed her distracted look, he raised an eyebrow.

“Everything okay, babe? You seem a million miles away.”

Lila smiled mysteriously. “Everything’s perfect. How about we head home and continue this party? I think we could both use a little…one-on-one time.”

Back at their opulent penthouse, the lovers didn’t waste any time. Lila shed her gown, revealing lacy lingerie beneath. Jack stripped off his bowtie and dress shirt impatiently. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their hands and mouths exploring feverishly.

Lila writhed beneath her husband, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. But her mind kept drifting to the handsome stranger from the balcony. She tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the pleasure Jack was giving her.

But when Jack shuddering with release and collapsed beside her, Lila knew she couldn’t deny herself any longer. Before Jack could drift off to sleep, she propped herself up on an elbow, gazing at him intently.

“Jack, baby…there’s something I need to tell you. Something that happened tonight, at the ball…” Lila’s voice trailed off uncertainly.

Jack’s brow furrowed with confusion. “What is it? What happened, Lila?”

She took a deep breath. “I met someone tonight. A man. We…we made out on the balcony.” She braced herself for outrage, but Jack simply looked at her curiously. “You don’t seem very surprised,” she said, puzzled.

“Well, I know my wife. And I’ve noticed the way you look at other men sometimes. The way you get this little sparkle in your eyes…I always figured it was only a matter of time before you acted on it.”

Lila chewed her lower lip, realizing her husband knew her better than she thought. Encouraged by his calm reaction, she continued.

“He invited me back to his room, but I refused at the last second. But I didn’t want to, Jack. I wanted to go with him so badly. To see what would happen next.” She gazed up at him, conflicted. “I don’t know if I can ignore these feelings anymore.”

Jack rolled her under him, pinning her wrists above her head. He kissed her deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth possessively.

“You’re my wife, Lila. Mine. And I’m going to share you, if that’s what you need.” He thrust against her, letting her feel the evidence of his arousal.

“You can have your mystery man. And I’m going to watch you. I’m going to watch him make you scream his name and come all over his cock.” One hand drifted down to palm her mound, his fingers plucking at her clit. “I’m going to watch you be a good little slut for him.”

Lila whimpered, growing wetter by the second at Jack’s dirty talk. “Then what?”

Jack grinned wickedly. “Then I’m going to watch him fill you up with his cum and pump you full of my seed. I’m going to watch you get triple loaded with two men’s semen.”

Lila’s eyes widened at the filthy image, her pussy clenching with need. She’d never been so turned on in her life.

“Oh god, Jack…” She spread her legs wider, wrapping them around her husband’s waist. “Yes. I want that. I want you both. I want to be shared.”

Jack slid deep inside her with a groan, stretching her snug walls deliciously. He fucked her hard and fast, pinning her down, his body slapping against hers as he rutted into her. Lila met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking his back. She came with a scream, her pussy milking Jack’s cock for all it was worth.

In the afterglow, an idea struck Lila. “We’re having that party tomorrow night, remember? The one where we all dress up in costume?” Jack nodded drowsily. Lila giggled. “Let’s invite him. Let’s finally make the fantasy real.”

Jack grabbed his phone, his fingers flying over the keypad. “It’s done. He’ll be here tomorrow, ready to make you his.”

They slept, the house spinning with naughty, taboo promise of what was to come…