This happened last year, but I still can’t get it out of my mind, especially that one moment.

We were having sex, completely lost in each other, when my boyfriend dropped a bombshell. He confessed that he had shared some of our intimate photos with his best friend. At first, I didn’t fully grasp it. Then he clarified: "Your pics. Close ups of you. I wanted to see his reaction."

My heart skipped a beat. I should have felt betrayed, angry… but instead, something else entirely took over: heat, a shiver, something deeply forbidden. And as he kept looking into my eyes, explaining how it turned him on to know his best friend had seen me, my legs began to shake. I couldn’t help myself, I had to ask. "Wait… but what exactly did you show him? Pics of us, together, when we’re fucking? Or just me? Or… when I’m sucking you off?" My voice was shaky, half-afraid of his answer but undeniably aroused by the thought.

He didn’t stop fucking me, keeping his rhythm steady, making me feel every inch of him as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mostly pics of you… especially when you’re sucking me off. And… when you swallow."

The words hit me like a lightning bolt. My whole body tensed, and I felt a flood of heat rush through me. My mind spiraled even deeper. I started imagining his best friend watching those pics, picturing me on my knees, my lips wrapped around my boyfriend, the way my throat moves when I swallow. Would he jerk off to them? Would he wish it was him in those photos? I couldn’t hold back. I came. Hard. My body shook uncontrollably, my moans turning into screams as the combination of his confession and the fantasies it sparked overwhelmed me completely.

Afterward, he asked if I was upset. I told him, breathless, that I liked the idea. I even pushed further: "Would you want him to do more than just look?" He stared at me, surprised, hesitant. "Maybe, if that’s something you’d want too…" Since then, I can’t stop thinking about that confession. Every time we visit his best friend, it’s all I can think about. I wonder how he sees me now, what he might have imagined, what he might want.

Now, during sex with my boyfriend, I can’t help but fantasize about his friend. I imagine what he’d do to me if he were here. Would he make me beg, make me take him deeper? Would he taste good? I picture him moaning my name, coming hard, and me taking it all, just to watch him lose control.

The idea of a threesome, which I had never seriously considered before, has now become a full-blown fantasy. I can’t stop picturing it, being shared, both of them taking turns, and the raw, forbidden intensity of being with them together. And now, every time I think about it, every time my boyfriend and I have sex, I find myself craving that moment more and more…