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We were young and in love when we first started dating at 18 and 19 years old. Our relationship has now spanned over 6 years, but there was one particular night that still stands out as the most intense and sexually charged experience we’ve ever had. It all began with a mix of emotions and palpable tension that created an exhilarating rollercoaster ride for both of us. And at the center of it all was my shy yet undeniably attractive Christian girlfriend.

It was two years into our relationship when she practically moved into my apartment. Her parents seemed to appreciate the care and attention I provided her, especially since she spent so much time away from home. But for me, it was a joy to have her by my side. She became an integral part of our tight-knit group of friends, blending seamlessly into our everyday lives.

When my best friend’s birthday came around that year, we all gathered to celebrate. As the night progressed, the four of us ended up back at my apartment, indulging in more drinks and engaging in lively drinking games. It was a night filled with laughter and fun. My best friend, perhaps a little too intoxicated, ended up crashing on my couch, leaving just the three of us in my bedroom, still savoring the night’s merriment.

The alcohol had taken its toll on all of us, leaving us in more comfortable clothing for a night of rest. My girlfriend wore a delicate nightgown, adding to her allure. Strangely, the alcohol seemed to relax her even further as she dozed off in the middle of the bed. I, too, fell into a deep sleep alongside her, while my friend laid adjacent to her.

In the midst of my slumber, I began to feel a gentle, teasing movement against my side. Slowly, I opened my eyes, only to be met with an astonishing sight. My girlfriend was positioned on her side, her backside tantalizingly close to me. Her arm was moving rhythmically, softly bumping into me. Aware of her unconscious state, I turned my head cautiously, concealing my wakefulness.

To my surprise, she was gently caressing my friend’s erection through his boxers, her leg draped over his. They both maintained an eerie silence in the dimly lit room. His boxers were soon lowered, revealing his hardened member, causing my girlfriend to release a soft exhale. With her gown lifted completely, her bare bottom was exposed, leaving me mesmerized as I observed. Conflicting emotions swirled within me – anger, surprise, and even a hint of arousal. I remained still, partially opening my eyes as I became engrossed in the unfolding scene, contemplating the impending confrontation.

But contrary to my expectations, she playfully rolled onto her back, continuing to stroke both my friend’s and my own shafts. I couldn’t help but respond physically, my body betraying the intense mix of emotions coursing through me. While she lavished us with simultaneous attention, my anger dissipated, giving way to unbridled desire. I continued to feign sleep, witnessing her actions and wondering where this newfound side of my girlfriend had emerged from. Never before had we discussed or expressed any interest in a threesome, making this spontaneous encounter all the more bewildering.

Maintaining my charade, I gradually awoke, my eyes fixed on her as she expertly attended to both of us. Clearly intoxicated, she seemed unconcerned with my potential reaction. Sensing my shift in consciousness, she crawled over me, positioning herself between my legs. Delicately, she removed my boxers, exposing my throbbing erection before hungrily taking me into her mouth. Meanwhile, my friend, still intently watching, held his own arousal, captivated by the unfolding spectacle.

In a moment of clarity, I confronted my friend, questioning the nature of their actions. He confessed that she had awoken him with a touch to his chest, her leg draped over his, whispering about her insatiable desire and her intent to experience both of us. His hand traced a path down her chest, encouraging her own exploration of his erect manhood. With my friend’s assurance, the unspoken agreement between us solidified. I chose not to voice my concerns, instead merely nodding at my girlfriend, silently granting my consent. And just like that, our erotic escapade intensified.

My friend rose from his position, mounting her from behind, his hardened length pressing against the forbidden entrance. It all unfolded without a single word spoken; my girlfriend continued to pleasure me, oblivious to the storm of emotions brewing within me. As I watched, a mix of anxiety and arousal enveloped me; I was about to witness another man enter her, and all signs indicated that she had no intention of stopping him.

As he penetrated her, she let out a passionate moan, her mouth tightening around my member. He yanked her hair, urging her to continue pleasuring me. The sight before me overwhelmed my senses. My heart pounded with a furious rhythm, despite the fleeting fantasies of a threesome that had once captivated my mind. Driven by lust and the constraints of alcohol-induced inhibitions, I seized this opportunity and joined in the passionate exchange.

Moving into position, I took her from behind, her body writhing with pleasure. Meanwhile, my friend lightly teased her lips with his hardened length. The raw sensuality of the moment consumed us, driving us all to new heights of pleasure and desire. We explored multiple positions with untamed fervor, each thrust revealing the urgency pulsating through our veins.

The culmination was inevitable, as the climax drew near. I could feel the familiar surge building within me, the intoxicating tension threatening to shatter everything we once knew. Grasping her hair firmly, I whispered into her ear, reminding her of her desires and her choice to indulge in this carnal act. And then, with unadulterated passion, I released my essence inside her, filling her with an intensity that surpassed any previous experience. We continued to move in unison, locked in a rhythm of pleasure and surrender.

But my friend was not finished. He positioned her on her back, her legs enveloping him, ready to receive his final offering. Her breasts bounced irresistibly, her face flushed with desire as she laid back, eyes closed, hands gripping the sheets. I watched, captivated, for a few more minutes as my friend released himself in a powerful climax. He withdrew and reclined on the bedside, while my girlfriend remained lying there, still savoring the aftermath of their shared passion.

As reality sank in and the euphoria waned, post-coital clarity began to overwhelm me, mixed with a potent cocktail of anger and anxiety. Mindful of her return, I bided my time until she reentered the room. I made it clear to both of them that while I understood her initiation of our escapade, this would serve as a one-time occurrence, never to be repeated. My friend offered his apologies, citing the influence of alcohol as justification for his actions. I acknowledged the truth in his words, recognizing the impact of intoxication on our judgment. She, too, expressed her own remorse and the confusing mix of emotions that propelled her down this uncharted path. And with that, we closed the chapter on that intense, unforgettable night of passion.

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