Erotic Flash Fiction

I Rang in My Dirty 30s by Making Love to Dre and his Blondie

When he fucked me I had to surrender, let it all go, and take those hits like hits from the bong I used to know. All that sexual energy healing me, shielding me, and delivering me to where I am free.

The first time Dre caught my eye was on a hot August night at a sex club. He stood there — tall, dark, and handsome. A warm smile and long dreadlocks falling over his broad sexy shoulders. He wore an air of confidence dripping with testosterone. I couldn’t help myself so I said hi and smiled.

Okay fine, maybe I told him right then and there how hot he was! Then his gorgeous, blonde, curvy, magnetic wife, floated over. I almost lost it right there: my pussy tingling with desire. As they wandered off to the dancefloor, my partner emerged from the restroom.

I told him about the man I had just met, and that was it for that night. Lucky for me, we found one another again and ended up making a date a few months later. The blonde bombshell and the man in dreadlocks were my presents for my dirty 30s birthday celebration.

By the time my 30th birthday rolled around, I had been saving all my loving for Dre and his lovely wife. My partner was also on board because he could tell how giddy I was. I had only been thinking about them since the summer.

She arrived dressed in black leather and lace with high boots. He came dressed cool and casual in cotton and denim. We began the night with a few drinks, small talk, and smoke breaks. The real ice breaker came when Amber Embers slipped into something more comfortable.

“I will be right back,” I said.

I excused myself to get out of my little black dress into my black thongs, booties with floral laced embroidered gloves, and a feather boa. When I walked into the room their eyes lit up. I love that moment…

“Ooh, look at you, so sexy,” said Dre, as he wrapped bus arms around my hips.

“Mmmm, honey, I love your outfit,” said his gushing wife.

It didn’t take long for us to start exploring our bodies like animals. I was shy at first since it was my first time with them. I can’t explain the rush of kissing his full lips and having those masculine hands on me. I was smitten by how he played his wife and me like fiddles, pounding us with desire.

At one point he simultaneously fucked me and finger-fucked her: it was so hot. Though what it is that takes me over the moon is that long, hard cock hitting the top of my existence. I like them long, what can I say.

When he fucked me I had to surrender, let it all go, and take those hits like hits from the bong I used to know. All that sexual energy healing me, shielding me, and delivering me to where I am free.

Then I looked into her eyes as she watched me flinch from his strength, and let out many many yelps. She held me, shushed me, and smothered me into her breasts, as my partner looked on. Looking over at him with his voyeuristic eyes granted me a new surprise. I suddenly felt so much gratitude to my partner for this birthday treat.

So I sucked his cock while Dre pounded me from behind more. The impact was so strong that it was hard for me to hang on by my mouth and hands. So I licked his cock and rubbed it between my G-size tits because I will tell you one thing, I may be a Size Queen, and Dre and his dirty blonde vixen may have flown me to the moon that night, but no one plays with my tits like my partner. He holds them with one hand. Twist them like sand. Sucks them to no end. He knows how to handle them. Not many men can.

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