My Wife Found the Hottest Latina at Brazzers Party and Brought her for Threesome

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the city as Felicia pulled up to the exclusive private party on Hollywood Boulevard. She adjusted her tight red dress in the rearview mirror, highlighting her sexy curves, before grabbing her clutch and sashaying inside the swanky venue.

As a popular Latina influencer with over 500,000 followers, Felicia was always invited to the most happening events around LA. But this one promised to be extra special, with rumors swirling of some A-list celebrities and high-profile VIPs in attendance.

Making her way through the glitzy crowd, Felicia felt eyes from hunky Hollywood types and hotshot suits undressing her with their gaze. She loved the attention, knowing she could have any man she wanted. Just then, she spotted her husband Damien at the bar, chatting up some bimbos half his age.

Felicia rolled her eyes as she strutted over, draping her arm around Damien’s shoulders. “Hey baby, what’s shakin’, bacon?” She cooed, shooting the clingers a scathing look that told them to scram.

Damien grinned wolfishly and smacked Felicia’s plump ass. “Just meeting the talent, honey. Isn’t this fuckin’ incredible?”

Indeed, the party was over-the-top fabulous, the who’s-who clientele sipping champagne and dancing to pounding beats. But Felicia had a feeling there was more to this hoity-toity gathering than met the eye.

As the party winding down, Felicia pulled Damien aside. “I think this is one of those swinger parties,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “In fact…I’m sure of it. I overheard a couple making plans to have a threesome at the hotel across the street.”

Damien’s eyes widened as the implications sank in. “You think?”

“I know,” Felicia purred, nuzzling his neck. “I say we get in on the fun. For the sake of the pulse of entertainment news, of course.”

And so the enterprising couple made their way to the hotel, easily picking out the kinky mismatched pair in the lobby. The man was a silver fox in a custom suit. The woman was a tan, stacked Latina goddess who had been vicodin teasing all night.

Felicia sauntered up to introduce herself, putting her assets on full display. “Hi there, I’m Felicia. I saw you two at the party and just knew you’d be into something, shall we say, extra curricular. This is my husband Damien.”

The hottie’s eyes lit up as she took in Felicia’s voluptuous figure. “Yo soy Maria.” She said hefting her huge tits with one hand. “And senor…I think I am in loooove.” She giggled before giving Damien a smoldering once over.

Maria’s husband, if that’s what he was, rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright. My lucky bastard day,” he quipped, extending his hand to the couple. “Ed, and yes, we’re definitely down. Shall we?”

The deed was as good as done. The couples piled into the ascender and rode it to the top floor, dripping with sexual tension. Once inside Maria’s posh suite, it was on. She immediately flopped back on the plush king bed, hiking up her teeny dress to reveal her naked, glistening pussy. “Come get it, papi.”

Felicia exchanged a wicked glance with Damien as they slowly disrobed, putting on a tantalizing show. Felicia crawled onto the bed, straddling Maria’s face so she could taste her freshly shaved twat. The Latina goddess wrapped her plump lips around Felicia’s clit, sucking and slurping with wild abandon.

Meanwhile, Damien and Ed were going at it too, their cocks rock hard as they pleasured each other. Damien sucked Ed’s fat cock like a pro, while Ed feasted on Damien’s big dick, coating it with his hot, wet mouth. It was a whole other level of debauchery.

The four horny maniacs went at it all night, a writhing mass of sucking, licking, fucking flesh. Felicia succumbed to Maria’s intoxicating tongue, squirting her hot cum all over the Latina’s face. Damien knelt behind Maria’s ass, plunging his throbbing cock deep into her tight pussy. Maria moaned in ecstasy as Ed pounded her from the front, their bodies slamming together in a frantic dance of pleasure.

As dawn approached, the couples were exhausted, their skin slick and sticky with the sweat of their exertions. But they were happy, content in the knowledge that they had experienced the debased pleasures of a swinging lifestyle to its fullest.

Felicia and Damien dressed with mischievous grins, making plans to meet Maria and her husband for another go-round at a later date. As they rode the elevator down, Felicia whispered, “The entertainment industry, it’s a dirty, dirty business…”

The elevator doors opened on a new day, a new opportunity for another night of uninhibited, raunchy, X-rated excess. But their secret was safe with them, just like the hottest, nastiest parties that never made the gossip pages.