I slip into the custom slay my lingerie red lace lingerie set you picked out for me, watching myself in the full-length mirror as I smooth the silky fabric down over my curves. The color matches my freshly painted nails, and the lace teases at my cleavage, outlining my nipples in a way that makes me shiver. I’m wearing the outfit for you, of course, but there’s another reason I chose this particular set.
Your friend, Max, is coming over tonight. I’ve never met him before, but you’ve told me all about him – how he’s a successful businessman like you, how he’s always traveling for work, how he’s never been married or had any serious relationships. You’ve also mentioned how attractive he is, how he has a body like a god and a face that could make any woman swoon.
I want to make a good impression on Max, and I know that wearing this lingerie will do the trick. I want him to see me as a sex symbol, someone who can keep up with his fast-paced lifestyle. I want him to want me, just as much as I want him.
When the doorbell rings, I take a deep breath and make my way downstairs. You’re already at the door, greeting Max with a firm handshake and a warm smile. I can see the way his eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of me in this lingerie. I feel a thrill run through me, knowing that I have his attention.
“And this must be your wife,” Max says, turning to me with a grin. “She’s even more beautiful than you described.”
I blush at the compliment, feeling my cheeks grow warm. “Thank you,” I murmur, extending my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Max.”
He takes my hand in his, holding it for a moment longer than necessary. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, and I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel his skin against mine.
We make small talk for a few minutes, chatting about our jobs and our travels. But I can feel the tension building between us, the sexual chemistry that’s almost palpable. I can see the way you’re looking at me, the way you’re looking at Max, and I know that we’re all thinking the same thing.
Finally, you can’t take it anymore. “Why don’t we all go upstairs?” you suggest, your voice low and husky. “I have something I want to show you.”
We follow you up to the bedroom, where you’ve set up a small table with a bottle of wine and three glasses. You pour us each a glass, and we sit down on the bed, the three of us close together.
I can feel the heat radiating off Max’s body, and I can’t help but stare at him. He’s even more handsome up close, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline. I can see the muscles rippling under his shirt, and I can’t help but wonder what he looks like without it.
He must be thinking the same thing, because he starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I take in the sight of him, my mouth going dry.
Max looks at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Do you want to touch him?” you ask, your voice low and seductive.
I nod, unable to speak. I reach out and run my fingers over Max’s chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. He lets out a low groan, his eyes closing in pleasure.
You watch us for a moment, your eyes filled with lust. Then you lean in and start kissing me, our tongues intertwining as our hands explore each other’s bodies. Max watches us for a moment, I could feel his desire build. Then I lean in and start kissing Max too, my lips meeting his in a passionate embrace.
We continue like this for what feels like hours, our bodies moving together in a dance of pleasure. You’re behind Me, your hands on my hips as you thrust into me, your moans mingling with mine. I get in front of him, my mouth on his as I stroke his cock, feeling it grow harder and harder in my hand.
Finally, we all reach our climax, our bodies shuddering with pleasure. I can feel Max’s hot cum spilling over my fingers, and I can feel you inside me from behind, filling me up. We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.
For a moment, we just lay there, catching our breath. Then Max turns to me, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. “That was incredible.”
I smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss him again.
We spend the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies, our desires and fantasies coming to life in this intimate encounter. And as we lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I know that this is a night I’ll never forget.
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