Amara Herrera watched her latest conquest emerge from the crowd outside the Blue Silk nightclub. It was shaping up to be one hell of a night. The young woman sauntering over to the Uber was utter perfection.
Proportionately her body was ridiculous, with a waist that curved in sharply above a toned ass and thighs, and large, plump boobs that were practically begging to be squeezed. An asymmetric pixie cut with silvery highlights crowned her angular face. Her canines had flashed white in the dim interior of the club when she smirked and flirted, and she'd been doing plenty of both all evening. Amara was still slightly in awe of her new 'friend', and couldn't wait to devour her.
This wasn't the first time that Amara had found a gorgeous young thing to take back to share with her husband. Tonight would be their 6th time having someone share their bed, and Natasha would be the fourth woman that Amara had picked up in person. Together, her and her husband had shared women of all shapes and sizes, and with varying degrees of sexual experience. But she had a feeling that this one would be their hottest tryst to date.
Natasha reinforced that feeling when she started touching and teasing Amara as soon as she got into the back of the car. And she was so confident, so eager with her caresses and kisses, and without any clumsiness or hints of intoxication. Amara found herself a little more buzzed than usual, but the younger woman didn't seem fazed by the handful of drinks they'd had. She was fully in control. That only made Amara want her more.
The ride home was short. They joked and giggled and touched each other, and Amara felt just like a nervous college girl again, aroused and electric and living solely in the moment. She managed to stop Natasha from stripping her naked right then and there, but the younger woman was insatiable and always had at least one hand trying to snake its way beneath her clothes.
Trying to distract her and also making sure boundaries and expectations were well set, Amara pulled out her phone and showed Natasha pictures of her husband. Some of the two of them together, some of just him, and most of them without many clothes on.
"Mmmm. I can't wait to fuck your husband."
The sultry voice whispering directly into her ear was gasoline on the flames of Amara's lust. She knew she would leave a wet spot in the car by the time they arrived home.
She paid the driver, who had probably had the best show of his life, shaking in anticipation. The front door was unlocked and ajar for them. Natasha practically skipped through the ground floor of their home, eyes darting about, on the prowl for one thing. Amara let herself be led by the hand upstairs and then to the bedroom, feeling oddly like she had become the hanger-on, or the extra. The younger woman strode through the house like it was already hers.
Nick was waiting for them, lounging on the bed in an open shirt and shorts. An outfit that should have been dorky and unfashionable but somehow just worked. He was confident, casual and showing a lot of skin. Amara wouldn't have him any other way. And the girls that they'd played with previously all seemed to agree. Amara always got a vicious thrill of pride and lust from the moment where they saw him in the flesh for the first time. She preferred women who drooled over her husband far more than those who were more interested in her. It seemed objectively hotter, and something about it drove her wild for reasons she couldnt really articulate.
"Good evening ladies! You both look stunning..." Nick trailed off mid sentence, the suave poise he was trying to channel undone by the sight of Natasha undressing herself without hesitation as she strutted towards him.
A halter neck revealed no bra beneath and breasts that somehow looked even larger uncovered, nipples budding firmly towards Nick and the bed. The leather skirt unzipped and fell to the floor without her missing a beat. Natasha bent by the side of the bed to take off her thong, legs wide and giving Amara an image she wouldn't soon forget. Within seconds the sexy party girl had transformed into a naked slut.
Husband and wife just gawped.
"Hey handsome, you're looking pretty good yourself. Your wife promised that you'd choke me with your big cock."
She grinned ferally at them both, turning back to Amara and then twisting around to give both of them a full show. Almost gleeful at their reactions, Natasha hopped to the edge of the bed and purred loudly down at Nick.
"I hope you can live up to the hype. Here, I've got a present for you."
She pressed her underwear into his chest and started to run her hands all over him, exploring and squeezing him like a piece of meat. Envy, awe and lust hit Amara at the same time, and powerfully. The urge to put her hands on this audacious bitch was scarily strong. Whether to slap her, or finger fuck her until she screamed, or encourage her, teach her what Nick liked and what buttons to best push to get a reaction out of him, she couldn't honestly say. Because there would be a reaction, she had no doubt. Nick responded to fire and confrontation in the bedroom like there was a wild animal buried inside his psyche, just needing a push to be unleashed. Natasha would learn soon enough, and Amara had a front row seat for her comeuppance.
But there was something else, too. Amara wanted to join in but couldn't move. Could only watch as her husband of 11 years jutted his jaw and stared back into this stranger's defiant gaze. Part of her was pulling away. She didn't feel like she deserved to be here with the two of them. It was shameful, foolish, hotter than anything she'd ever experienced. When Nick grabbed Natasha by the chin and stuffed her own panties inside her mouth, Amara felt like she was melting. Melting away, like hot wax running from the heat of the flames, and also melting like her pussy had liquified but still ached painfully to be touched.
And then Nick finally looked over at her and the spell was broken. She could see his canines flash prominently, just as Natasha's had.
"Wow, Mara, you found a feisty little slut for us, didn't you. You weren't kidding. Get over here baby, I think you should put her in her place. Help me choke her, if that's what you promised."
The spell of shame broken by the command of her husband, Amara joined the two of them with quick little steps across the floor. She put a hand on Natasha's soft skin, meaning to push her onto the bed, or perhaps to her knees. Again, something stopped her.
Maybe it was getting to see her naked body up close and 'full on'. Or maybe it was the hungry look on the young woman's beautiful face. Amara couldn't tell what exactly stayed her hand, but she knew that she couldn't order her around. She couldn't push her, playfully or otherwise.
Natasha angled her face over her shoulder towards Amara. She took Amara's hand and made it cup her bare breast, and offered the underwear in her mouth towards her with a tilt of her chin. Hesitantly Amara leaned in and kissed the younger woman before taking the wet fabric in her teeth. Natasha pulled away, leaving Amara holding her underwear and waiting, confused, for what she should do next. She felt like a dog, or a pet. She could smell the other woman's saliva and faintly detect the acrid taste of her pussy on her tongue. Amara blushed, and then watched the naked women slide onto the bed and crawl up to straddle her husband.
Fighting the shame and desperate to feel something, Amara quickly joined her, dropping the thong onto the floor. This beautiful stranger was making her feel very confused, but Nick was her rock and he would make everything feel alright. Getting to kiss him, touch him, and feel his arousal and desire for her. That would fix everything. He loved her and she needed to feel that right now.
Nick was very happy to accept the embrace of two horny women slithering up towards him. His strong arms circled both of them, taking turns to fondle them and coax breathy moans from them both in between kisses.
Except was he taking turns? Or rather, were these turns equal? Did he linger more on Natasha than his wife? When playing with others there was obviously some more curiosity from the couple in exploring a new lover, but this felt different. Was Nick's attention being held by Natasha for a little longer each time it turned to her? Was she pushing and pressuring Amara a little too forcefully as they both writhed on top of him? Was Natasha groping and rubbing herself onto Nick in a possessive way?
It could just have been confusion or paranoia. It could have been overly eager sluttiness on Natasha's part. Amara knew how attractive and intoxicating her husband was, it was very plausible that the young woman had just gotten carried away. But it wasn't. That's not what Amara's instinct said. This was something else.
Amara caught a sidelong glance from Natasha as she shared passionate wet kisses with Nick. The girl smiled as their eyes met. Not an evil grin, and not a cruel sneer, but something close to it. Amara was caught in the chilling gaze of a predator and felt afraid and electrified at the same time.
After they'd opened up their bedroom to other people, Amara had always been in control of the situation, or confident that her husband was. They were both committed to avoiding drama or anything that felt risky or uncomfortable. They couldn't both be used or taken advantage of. Not at the same time. Not when there were two of them. Surely that couldn't happen. Surely she didn't want that to happen...
Amara stilled the jealousy by ceding Nick's upper body to her new rival, and deftly stripping Nick out of his shorts and underwear and quickly sliding her lips around his thick erection. She heard his appreciative groans and bobbed her head hungrily. She loved oral almost as much as he did, and would happily act as a cockwarmer for him whenever he wanted.
She felt hands all over her as she now became the centre of attention. Stroking her hair, coasting over her exposed skin, clutching at her hanging breasts, even some soft slaps on her ass. She looked up and saw them both watching her, which sent a thrill pulsing through her. She humped the air as the gorgeous young woman scooped Amara's hair out of the way and held it tightly.
Amara felt pressure, gentle at first, and allowed herself to be pushed up and down. Getting to feel her husband's stiffness penetrate her mouth without her own movements was debaucherous perfection. Nick throbbed against her cheeks and on her tongue. And Natasha pushed her deeper, further down her husband's sizeable shaft until she started to gag a little each time. The two of them together an irresistible team. Amara could take most of Nick's length in her mouth, but it usually took a while for her to warm up to it. Those longer sessions of adjusting and accommodating him were probably where her love of giving head had started.
"Mmmm that's so hot," Natasha said, somewhere above her. "She's so pretty. And your cock looks incredible. I need to taste it, sir. Please can I suck your cock, sir?"
