The air in Nachtleben pulsed with raw energy, the Munich nightclub's bassline pounding like a heartbeat. Lena stood at the bar, her tight black dress hugging her curves, her boobs straining against the fabric, catching flashes of neon light. At thirty-two, she felt a fire in her veins, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her hazel eyes scanning the crowd with hunger and a flicker of nerves. Beside her, Lukas, her husband of five years, adjusted the leather straps of his lederhosen, the shorts clinging to his muscled thighs. His white shirt was open at the chest, hinting at the hard planes beneath, and at thirty-five, his blue eyes burned with a mix of confidence and mischief.
"Ready to get wet tonight, Liebling?" Lukas whispered in her ear, his German accent thick, his breath hot against her skin.
Lena's lips parted, a smirk playing on them as she trailed a finger down his arm. "If we find the right cock to play with." Her voice was low, teasing, but her pussy throbbed at the thought, a slick heat building between her thighs.
They'd been circling this fantasy for months, their late-night talks in their Schwabing apartment turning filthy and bold. Lukas had started it, his voice rough as he admitted he wanted to see Lena fucked by another man while he joined in, their bodies tangled in sweat and cum. Lena's pulse had raced, her clit tingling at the idea, and they'd fucked hard that night, whispering about a stranger's touch. They loved each other fiercely--Lukas's cock was her addiction, her pussy his home--but they craved a new edge, a threesome to make them both drip with need. Their rules were clear: talk it out, check in, no jealousy, and they'd leave together, cum-soaked or not.
Nachtleben was a fucking playground tonight. Bodies grinded on the dance floor, moans lost in the music, the air thick with lust and booze. Lukas's hand rested on Lena's ass, his fingers digging in just enough to make her wetter. They sipped their drinks--Weissbier for him, gin for her--watching the crowd like predators.
Lena's gaze snagged on a guy across the room, leaning against a pillar, his dark hair tousled, his jaw sharp enough to cut. His black shirt was open at the collar, showing a slice of collarbone that made her want to lick it. He moved like he knew how to fuck, slow and deliberate, and when his green eyes locked on hers, her pussy clenched.
"Him," she said, her voice husky, nodding toward the stranger.
Lukas followed her stare, his cock twitching in his lederhosen. "Fuck, he's hot. Let's see if he can handle us."
They moved through the crowd, hips brushing, the music vibrating in their bones. The guy straightened as they neared, his lips curling into a smirk that promised trouble. Up close, he was sex on legs--tall, lean, with a vibe that said he'd eaten pussy for breakfast and loved it.
"Hey," he said, his voice smooth, a faint British accent cutting through the noise. "You two look like you're hunting."
Lena laughed, her boobs bouncing slightly, drawing his eye. "Maybe we are. I'm Lena, this is Lukas."
"Felix," he said, shaking her hand, then Lukas's, his grip firm, lingering. "What's the game tonight?"
Lukas grinned, his lederhosen earning a raised brow from Felix. "Looking for a good fuck, maybe more. Lena likes my Bavarian style--thought it'd get some attention."
Felix's eyes flicked to Lukas's crotch, then back up. "It's fucking working. You both are."
They clicked instantly, words flowing like foreplay. Felix was a traveler, in Munich for a week, hooked on the city's dirty nightlife. He was sharp, flirty, his gaze sliding from Lena's boobs to Lukas's lips, never picking a favorite. Lena felt her pussy soak her panties, her clit pulsing as Felix leaned closer, his thigh brushing hers. Lukas's cock was hard--she could see the bulge in his leather shorts--and his hand on her back told her he was all in.
"Wanna dance?" Felix asked, nodding to the floor, where bodies fucked the air to the beat.
Lena's nipples hardened under her dress. "Hell yeah. All three?"
