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Six-Nine Dripping Fantasies

**WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT 21+** + + My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his c**k slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my p**sy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my cl*t as he f**ked her right in front of me. He glanced over. "You like watching my c**k stretch her?" I rubbed faster. "Don't stop," I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband's best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then f**k hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I'm on my knees. One thick c**k buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my t*ts until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no c**k has filled my p**sy or a*s yet. But I'm trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black c**ks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier... hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you're brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny... or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody's watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Chapter 3

Yes, I was aware that last time Millie chose to ignore it. I figured she was a woman without insecurities, but this... there was no explaining this.

"I'm just gonna..." I figured I didn't owe her that much. I mean, I've known the bitch for a few weeks. It wasn't entirely my fault her husband wanted to get into my pants, well, we did more than that, but still, I'm very single. If anything, he's the one who swore to not cheat on her, not me. "I'm gonna-"

"Don't cover your boobs. I love them." I almost tiptoed out of the room when I heard Millie say it. It stopped me. I slowly met her eyes, she wasn't joking. "They must be round, right? What size do you wear?" She asked, now coming toward me. I thought it was a trick until I saw her husband walk to the bedroom bench, pull his shirt off, sit down, and start stroking his cock again.

"W-what's happening?" I nervously asked as Millie circled me. This was very weird.

"Why do you think I wanted to be friends?" she asked. I really had no idea. "I was going to complain to the chef when I saw you bent down trying to get something." She said, and I had no clue what she was talking about.

"I don't understand."

"Truth is..." She smacked my ass so hard the sting radiated long after her hand left. The sharp crack echoed in the room, my cheek burning hot, pussy clenching from the surprise pain mixed with filthy want. "I like your ass."

"So... you wanted someone to do a threesome with?" I asked, somehow getting it. "Aren't you two married?"

"Oh yes we are, and no, we didn't want a threesome." She stopped in front of me. I stayed frozen, still confused. She told me to open my mouth. I did, I don't know why. Then she slid four fingers in. "Look at me." She instructed. She was a bit taller, so I looked up. I imagined she saw my eyes roll back as she pushed deeper, making me gag hard. Then she roughly pulled out, leaving me coughing and drooling.

"My wife is a watcher," Lucan said from the bench, still stroking his cock, it grew thicker, veins popping as he pumped slowly. "And she likes women."

"She's a lesbian," I said, but he shook his head.

"A woman pleaser. She likes watching women get fucked. It's what turns her on. Especially if I'm the one fucking." He revealed. That's when my eyes flew to Millie. She'd stripped out of her dress, now in black lingerie that hugged her curves like sin. She exuded power, sexy, but in a dominatrix way, straight out of porn. She looked like one of those porn stars who own the room.

"I get my pleasure from watching," she said, stopping right in front of me. Then she grabbed my chin. I obediently looked at her, not knowing how to react. Honestly, I'd never seen anything like this, but something in me was teased and I liked the feeling. My nipples were so hard they hurt, pussy dripping down my thighs just from her commanding stare, like she already owned me.

"I'll help you take my husband's cock," she said. I don't know why I nodded, God knows all I wanted was that cock. Then, without warning, she slammed her lips against mine and kissed me. Her tongue teased in and out, sliding deep. It was more pleasurable when I didn't kiss back, she had total control, licking my tongue, biting my bottom lip, hands roaming over my boobs, pinching nipples until I whimpered into her mouth.

"Oh my god, you're so hot," she whispered between kisses, like she was starving for it. "Fuck. I'm about to cum right now." Her fingers slid down into my panties. I closed my eyes, feeling her touch my pussy, she knew exactly where to rub, circling my clit slow then fast. Standing there, my toes curled hard in pleasure, legs shaking.

"Ooh." That was Lucan. I opened my eyes, he was watching us carefully, stroking his own cock faster.

"You can't wait to put it in her tight pussy, can you?" Millie asked, pulling away. Lucan groaned in response. "She's ready," she said. Lucan stood up. I was still catching my breath.

Lucan reached us, grabbed his wife roughly, and kissed her deep. I watched, it was so hot, their tongues tangling in a messy French kiss. My mouth watered just seeing it. After a moment they pulled apart. Lucan looked at me, no words. He sat on the bed, legs spread wide, cock standing straight up, twitching on its own with every heartbeat.

Millie came back to me and slammed her mouth on mine again, this time full of saliva. She dropped it into my mouth, thick and warm. Then she instructed, "Bend over and suck my husband's cock."

I did, bent at the waist without kneeling. My mouth reached for that huge, heavenly cock. My mouth was already full of her spit, and from the minty taste I could tell she'd collected it from him earlier. The mint mixed with his musky pre-cum on my tongue, dirty, wrong, perfect.

As I took him in, Lucan grabbed my hair, guiding me down slow. Millie knelt behind me. Her tongue suddenly reached between my ass cheeks. I'd never done that before – before I could react or pull away, her wet tongue flicked over my hole, circling, pushing in a little. Shivers shot through my whole body, pussy clenching around nothing.

Then a voice from the door: "Don't start without me?"

I wanted to jump, but I couldn't, Millie had my hips pinned, Lucan's grip on my hair kept me locked on his cock. The voice was clear: Lucan's friend. Evan, if my memory was right, the one I assumed was sleeping with Millie.

"We're just getting started. Come in," Millie said.

First I was overwhelmed with pleasure and didn't think too much about it. Then I felt another hard cock press against my side, thick, hot, same size as Lucan's. "Let me also have her mouth, Lucan," Evan said. Lucan let go. Before I could catch my breath, Evan shoved his cock in my mouth with force. It hit the back of my throat, making those two dangly things gag me hard. Spit poured out, running down my chin.

"That's right," Millie whispered against my ass, her breath hot entering my asshole, sending shivers everywhere. "You'll take my husband and his best friend's cocks."

Two huge black cocks?

My head spun as shame burned my edges, but my pussy was soaked, aching to be filled.

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