So, last night was wild, to say the least. My name’s Marissa, and I’m getting married soon, but my fiancé gave me one hell of a pre-wedding gift—full permission to live out a fantasy I’ve had locked away for years. No guilt, no questions, just a night to be as free as I wanted. So, I went to "Inferno," the hottest club in town, and things escalated fast.

I was dancing, completely lost in the music, when I noticed four guys watching me. Each one was different: one tall and dark, one short and built, another tattooed and lean, and one with a jawline that looked like it could slice through steel. The way they looked at me sent a thrill straight through my body.

The tall one came up to me, and his voice was pure sex, asking if they could join me. Of course, I wasn’t going to say no. Next thing I knew, they were all around me, touching me, dancing with me. One had his hands on my waist, another twirled me, and someone else traced patterns on my skin that made me shiver. I was so turned on I could hardly think straight.

I leaned into the shorter guy and whispered, “Let’s take this somewhere private.” They didn’t need to be told twice. They led me through the club until we found a secluded booth. The lighting was dim, intimate—perfect for what was about to happen.

Here’s the kicker: my fiancé wanted to watch. I pulled out my phone, called him, and he was all for it. His face lit up when he saw the guys surrounding me. “Have fun,” he said, sounding turned on and a little jealous.

I started with the tall one—deep kisses, tongues everywhere. The chiseled guy was under my skirt fast, his fingers sliding into my soaked panties. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he muttered, and I couldn’t even answer. Then the tattooed guy was at my nipples, teasing them through my top, while the short one went straight to worshipping my breasts with his mouth.

I was on fire, caught in all their hands, but things were only getting started. The chiseled guy pulled out a condom, and before I knew it, he was inside me, filling me so completely that I cried out. But then the short guy wanted in too. Yeah, I was about to be double-penetrated. I’d fantasized about this, but the reality? Intense as fuck.

They both slid into me at the same time, stretching me in ways I didn’t know were possible. I couldn’t even speak, just moaned and screamed as they took turns thrusting in perfect sync. My whole body was shaking from how good it felt.

At one point, the lean guy whispered in my ear, “You like that, don’t you?” All I could do was nod. It was too much, and yet, not enough.

Meanwhile, my fiancé was watching everything through the phone, totally captivated. “You look incredible,” he said, and I smiled through the haze of pleasure.

But the guys weren’t done with me. The chiseled guy pulled out and maneuvered himself behind me again. I begged for more. And holy shit, the angle, the stretch—it was like nothing I’d felt before. They were pounding into me relentlessly, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed.

I felt my orgasm building, hard and fast. The tattooed one, sensing it, took charge. “Come for us,” he growled, and that was all I needed. I screamed as I came, my body convulsing, pleasure ripping through me in waves. They didn’t stop, driving me through it, every inch of me alive.

When it was over, I collapsed, spent but completely satisfied. I looked at my fiancé through the phone, his eyes wide with awe. “Next time, you’re joining in,” I teased.

“Deal,” he laughed, and honestly, I think he meant it.

And yeah, the chiseled one, still inside me, leaned down and whispered, “Ready for more?”

I just grinned, because why stop when the night’s still young?

So, after that intense round, I thought I’d need a break, but my body wasn’t done—far from it. The chiseled guy was still inside me, and the way he leaned in close, brushing his lips against my forehead, only made me crave more. My whole body was buzzing, still riding the high of my orgasm, but the heat between my legs told me I was ready to go again.

He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before he started moving inside me again, this time slower, more controlled. I could feel every inch of him, dragging against my walls, sending jolts of pleasure through me. His rhythm changed, teasing me, building me back up for what I knew was going to be another wild ride. I locked eyes with him, and the intensity of his gaze made my stomach flip.

The tattooed one came around to my side, his hand cupping my chin as he leaned down to kiss me. His lips were soft but commanding, his tongue sliding into my mouth as the chiseled guy thrust into me from behind. I moaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in the tattooed guy’s hair, pulling him closer. I wanted everything, all of them at once.

And then I remembered—the phone. My fiancé was still watching, his eyes glued to the screen, completely entranced. He hadn’t said much since that last round, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. I picked up the phone, positioning it so he could see everything, and I could hear his heavy breathing through the speaker.

“Enjoying the show, babe?” I teased, my voice breathy from the pleasure coursing through me.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “You’re driving me crazy.”

That sent a thrill down my spine. Knowing he was watching, getting off to seeing me like this, made everything even hotter. I grinned at the camera, letting him see the men surrounding me, touching me, taking me. He’d never seen me like this before—completely wild, totally unrestrained—and from the sound of his voice, it was turning him on more than I could have imagined.

The short guy, who’d been watching, got impatient. He pulled me toward him, shifting me so I was straddling his lap, his hard cock pressing against my entrance. I didn’t even hesitate. I slid down onto him, the feeling of him filling me making my head spin. He wasn’t as big as the chiseled guy, but he hit deep, and I could feel him stretching me in all the right ways. I moaned loudly, my back arching as I started riding him, my hips grinding down to take him as deep as I could.

The lean one, who had been quiet up until now, moved behind me. His hands roamed over my body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. I felt his fingers teasing the sensitive spot between my cheeks, and I realized what he was about to do. My heart raced faster as he slipped a finger inside, gently working me open. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made me squirm in the short guy’s lap.

“Are you ready for this?” the lean one whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Please,” I panted, desperate for more.

He didn’t make me wait long. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my ass, and slowly, carefully, he pushed inside. The stretch was intense, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I’d never done this before, but the sensation was incredible—two men inside me, filling me completely. I let out a choked gasp, my nails digging into the short guy’s shoulders as I tried to adjust to the fullness.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” the lean one groaned, his voice thick with need.

They started moving together, their thrusts perfectly synchronized, and I lost myself in the sensation. It was overwhelming, my body caught between the two of them, every nerve on fire. I could barely think, my mind clouded with lust as they pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

I glanced down at the phone, where my fiancé was still watching, his eyes dark with desire. He looked like he was on the verge of coming just from watching me. “I wish you were here,” I whispered to him, my voice shaky. “I need you.”

His voice cracked through the speaker, low and breathless. “Next time, baby. I swear.”

The chiseled guy, not wanting to be left out, came up in front of me, his cock hard and ready. I opened my mouth for him, taking him in eagerly. He groaned as I sucked him, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided my movements. It was filthy, being used by all of them like this, but fuck, it felt so good. I was completely out of control, my body on autopilot, chasing pleasure with everything I had.

The three of them worked in perfect harmony—filling me, fucking me, using me until I was a trembling, whimpering mess. My body was on the verge of breaking, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, but I didn’t want it to stop. I needed more. I needed all of it.

“Come for us again,” the tattooed guy growled, his voice commanding. “Let go.”

That was all it took. My body shattered, another orgasm ripping through me, stronger than the last. I screamed, my whole body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. The men didn’t stop, didn’t let up, riding me through it until I was spent, barely able to keep myself upright.

When it was over, I collapsed against the short guy, completely drained but so fucking satisfied. I could still feel them around me, their hands on my skin, their cocks slowly softening inside me. I looked up at the phone, seeing my fiancé’s face, flushed and breathless.

“Next time,” I whispered, smiling at him.

“Next time,” he agreed, his voice soft but full of promise.

And with that, the night came to an end, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Not by a long shot.

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