As the party's host, a sexy MMF threesome was on the agenda for this exclusive Triple Threat Party. The room was dimly lit with flickering candles casting an erotic glow over three eager participants: Manny, the masculine and dominant one; Fiona, the feisty femme who knew exactly how to push all their buttons; and me, Mandy, the wild card with unlimited sexual prowess.
Manny's eyes raked down my body, slowly undressing me with his gaze before reaching out to caress my firm nipples through my satin bra. "I want you to be mine for this evening," he growled, leaving no room for debate as his fingers traced the contours of my breasts, sending shivers down my spine.
Fiona's lips curved into a wicked smile, and she stepped forward, her nimble fingers sliding under the hem of my mini-skirt to reveal the lace of my thong. "I think you belong to us both," she whispered seductively as her hands explored every inch of me.
Manny's hand slipped between my legs, his fingers parting my folds and stroking my wet slit. His thumb brushed against my clitoris, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. "You want this, don't you?" he demanded, his breath hot on my ear as his fingers delved deeper inside me.
"Yes," I moaned, arching into their touch as they claimed me.
Fiona leaned in to kiss me passionately, her tongue tangling with mine as her hands continued to explore my body. She pressed her swollen mound against mine, grinding our clits together in a frenzied dance of desire.
Manny's other hand had wandered lower still, gripping the waistband of his pants and pulling them down to reveal his impressive bulge. "Take it," he ordered, his eyes locked on mine as he positioned himself at my entrance.
I nodded eagerly, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft as I impaled myself upon him. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, filling me to the brim before pulling almost all the way out, teasing me with each exquisite withdrawal.
Fiona stepped back for a moment, her eyes never leaving ours as she began to undress herself. Her slender fingers danced across her own body, tracing the lines of her tattooed skin and the curve of her perky breasts before sliding down to caress her glistening folds.
Her fingers parted them, exposing her engorged clit and the slick inner walls of her pussy. "I want you both inside me," she breathed, her voice thick with desire as she spread her legs wider to accommodate us both.
Manny's thrusts became more urgent now, his hips slamming into me from behind while Fiona moaned and writhed beneath us, begging for relief from the building tension within her. I could feel her arousal, the wetness seeping from her core and pooling around my own.
Manny's hand snaked around to cup one of Fiona's breasts, squeezing it gently as he continued to pound into me. She cried out in pleasure, her body writhing beneath us as she reached between her legs to stroke herself to climax.
As she came, her muscles clenching tightly around my fingers, I felt a surge of lust coursing through me. My own orgasm was imminent, the tension in my core building with each thrust until finally, Manny's hand slid between us once more, his fingers finding their way to my clitoris.
"Come for us," he commanded, and I did, shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless and spent.
Fiona lay limp beneath us, her body still trembling from the remnants of her own orgasm. As we all came back down to earth, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and desire, I knew this was just the beginning of an unforgettable night filled with passion, pleasure, and the exhilarating thrill of being part of the Triple Threat Party.