Page 20 of The Third Wheel
“Get undressed.” Gunnar’s voice was rough and filled with authority. Somehow, knowing how easily he was willing to submit, letting him take a dominant role today felt right. We shifted and switched, depending on what was hot for the scene, and I was coming to understand how sexy that could be.
My hands shook as I stripped off my clothes, feeling exposed and vulnerable under their intense gazes.
“Spread those legs for Colby, baby,” Gunnar said as he gripped Mira’s hair and pulled her mouth off his cock. “Colby, come fuck our girl. She was sad not to have your cock tonight.”
She rolled her eyes at her husband, but still shifted onto her back and spread her legs, giving me a tantalizing view of her glistening wetness. “He’s right.”
I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between Mira’s legs. My throbbing cock ached with need as I slid it through her slick folds before pushing into her welcoming heat.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Gunnar growled, watching us intently as he continued talking dirty to both of us. “Fill the little slut up, make her feel how much you want her. Her body is yours to play with.”
Mira moaned beneath me, her body trembling with each thrust, and I glanced at Gunnar, wondering why the fuck this wasn’t awkward.
“Look at you fucking my wife,” Gunnar said, his eyes sparkling with desire. “You think you can satisfy her better than I can?”
“Shut up and watch me,” I shot back, my voice strained from the effort it took to hold back my impending orgasm. I wanted to prove myself, to show him that I could make Mira scream with pleasure.
“Fuck yes, Colby.” Mira’s nails dug into my skin as she clung to me. Her pussy fluttered around me, her body quivering as I thrust in deep again and again. “Don’t stop.”
Her words spurred me on, driving me to fuck her harder and faster until we were both teetering on the edge of release. Ourbodies moved together in perfect harmony, driven by desire and an overwhelming need for connection.
Mira’s moans echoed through the room, her body arching against mine as I continued to thrust into her. With each movement, our connection intensified, and Gunnar’s dirty talk only fueled the fire burning within us. I leaned forward and kissed her, and she arched against me, holding on tight as her tongue did battle with mine.
“Mira,” Gunnar growled, his eyes focused on us as he stroked himself. “You’re such a slut for Colby’s cock, aren’t you?”
Her breath hitched in her throat. “Maybe I am.”
He separated us for a moment and shoved her onto her hands and knees. And I was on her before he could say anything, thrusting into her drenched pussy from behind. She moaned, slamming back against me, as I grabbed her hips and fucked her raw. I loved how eagerly Mira submitted to both of us. This was a side of her I’d never seen before—uninhibited, wild, and completely shameless in her pursuit of pleasure.
“Stay right there.” Gunnar’s voice was firm as he stepped closer to Mira. He grasped her hair, pulling her mouth towards his throbbing cock. “Show Colby how much you love taking my dick down your throat.”
Mira didn’t hesitate, opening her lips wide and allowing him to guide her onto his erection. As I watched her take him deep, I was surprised to find my own mouth watering for a taste ofthe other man. What was it about this situation that made me crave him as much as I craved her? I tried to focus on what I was doing, on thrusting into her, the pleasure of her soft pussy quivering around my cock, but every time I glanced up, the lewd sight of her lips stretched around Gunnar’s shaft enthralled me.
The sound of Mira gagging interrupted my thoughts. Her eyes watered as Gunnar forced her to take more of him. But even through the discomfort, she wore a look of pure lust, gripping his hips and pulling him closer. I knew she wouldn’t want it any other way.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, the sounds of our moans mingling with the wet slap of skin against skin. Mira’s eyes glazed over with lust as she was pinned between Gunnar and me, her body moving in rhythm with ours.
“Such a greedy little slut,” Gunnar said, gripping Mira’s hair and guiding her back to his throbbing length. “You love being fucked by both of us, don’t you?”
She whimpered something around his cock, and he must have taken it as a yes, because he held her closer, thrusting deeper. Her body shook beneath mine, and I gripped her hips firmly, thrusting hard enough that our bodies slapped together lewdly.
I could feel the intensity of their pleasure growing, and my arousal surged in response. My hand slid between her legs, circling her clit as I sought to give her what she craved.
“Mira... I love you so much,” I whispered into her ear, my voice trembling as the pressure built within me. I had experienced nothing like this before, this raw, primal connection that seemed to defy all reason. Mira’s body trembled, her moans reaching new heights as her orgasm washed over her. She clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders as if I was the only thing anchoring her to this world, her climax ripping through her body, making her convulse around my cock, her pussy milking a hot load of cum out of me.
My vision blurred as my climax approached, my body straining to hold on to the exquisite sensation for just a moment longer. And then it all came crashing down, my release washing over me in wave after wave of ecstasy. I moaned her name, my words of love spilling forth as I lost myself in the pleasure of them.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Gunnar grunted, his gaze locked on the sight of me spilling inside his wife. With a final thrust, he pulled back, releasing a torrent of his own cum in hot jets across Mira’s flushed face. “Good girl. You took it all so well.”
She whimpered as Gunnar released her. I let my softening cock slip out of her and pulled her close. I couldn’t resist any more—I crushed my lips against hers, tasting not just the sweetness of her passion but also the lingering remnants of Gunnar’s cum. The salty tang of his release awakening a desire I’d never dared to explore before.
“Damn,” I said against her lips, the heady mix of flavors intoxicating me. “I never thought I’d be into kissing you with his cum on your lips.”
We shared a breathless laugh, the three of us entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin. After a moment, Gunnar rose from the bed and retrieved a warm, damp cloth to clean us up, his movements tender for such a gruff, intimidating man.
He cleaned Mira’s trembling body, then got a new cloth to clean himself and me with.
“Thanks,” I said, my voice still shaky from the intensity of our shared experience as he wiped the cum from my cock.
