**Hotel Room Threesome**

It was supposed to be a simple weekend getaway—just me, my wife Sophia, and her best friend Elena, celebrating Elena’s divorce. But by the second bottle of wine in our hotel suite, the tension had shifted from playful teasing to something hotter, heavier. Elena had always been flirty, but tonight, she was practically crawling out of her little black dress, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Sophia’s thigh as they laughed. When Sophia shot me that look—the one that said *we’re doing this*—I knew things were about to get wild.

Elena was the first to make a move. She leaned in and kissed Sophia, slow and deep, and my cock jumped in my pants. Sophia moaned into her mouth, her hand sliding up Elena’s toned thigh. I was frozen for a second, just watching, until Sophia broke the kiss and smirked at me. “Get over here,” she breathed.

I didn’t need telling twice. I moved behind Sophia, my hands sliding under her top, cupping her tits through her bra. She arched back against me, grinding her ass into my hard cock as Elena watched with dark, hungry eyes. Elena’s fingers hooked into Sophia’s waistband, pulling her shorts down in one smooth motion, exposing her bare pussy—Sophia never wore panties when she knew we might fuck.

Elena dropped to her knees, her tongue licking a hot stripe up Sophia’s slit. Sophia gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder as Elena devoured her. I kissed Sophia’s neck, my hands rough now, kneading her tits as Elena’s mouth worked her clit with steady, hungry sucks. The sounds were filthy—wet lips, Sophia’s whimpers, Elena’s soft moans as she buried her face deeper.

Then Elena pulled back, her lips glistening, and looked up at me. “Your turn,” she said, nodding toward the bed.

Sophia pushed me down onto the mattress, her hands already unbuckling my belt. Elena straddled my chest, her soaked pussy hovering just above my mouth. I didn’t wait—I grabbed her hips and yanked her down, my tongue plunging into her cunt as Sophia freed my cock, stroking me with one hand while the other tugged Elena’s hair.

Elena whimpered, her thighs squeezing my head as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Meanwhile, Sophia’s mouth was on me, her lips sliding down my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head before taking me deep. I groaned into Elena’s pussy, the vibrations making her jerk against my face. The room smelled like sex—sweet, musky, fucking intoxicating.

Sophia pulled off my cock with a wet pop. “Switch,” she said, and before I knew it, Elena was sliding down, replacing Sophia’s mouth with hers, sucking me hard while Sophia climbed over me in a 69 with Elena.

Now I had a perfect view—Sophia’s pussy dripping onto Elena’s waiting tongue, Elena’s ass in the air as she swallowed my cock. I reached up, spreading Sophia’s lips, thumbing her clit as she rocked against Elena’s mouth. The bed creaked, the air thick with moans, with the slick sounds of tongues and cunts and desperate fucking.

Sophia came first, her back arching, her thighs trembling as she rode Elena’s face. Her orgasm made me even harder, and Elena must’ve felt it—she sucked me faster, her fingers digging into my thighs. I grabbed her hair, fucking her mouth in short, rough thrusts until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Gonna come,” I grunted, and Elena didn’t pull away—she took it, hot pulses shooting down her throat as Sophia gasped above us, still shivering from her own climax.

When Elena finally sat up, her lips were swollen, her chin wet. Sophia collapsed beside me, breathless, her fingers trailing through the mess between her thighs.

“Round two?” Elena grinned, her hand already slipping between her legs.

I didn’t even hesitate.