Friends Share Hotwife: Double Creampie Sloppy Seconds Threesome

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**Introduction**
This amateur video falls squarely in the hotwife and wife-sharing category, featuring a real couple inviting a close friend into their bedroom for a raw MFM threesome. The scene type is classic sloppy seconds with double creampie finish—unprotected fucking, taking turns, and filling her pussy twice. Shot handheld in a typical suburban home, the atmosphere feels genuine and rushed: dim bedroom lighting, unmade bed, muffled laughs, heavy breathing, and the thrill of doing something forbidden while trying not to wake the neighbors. No polished production here—just everyday people chasing excitement. Perfect for fans of authentic amateur content, cuckold/hotwife dynamics, creampie lovers, and those who get off on the messy, real-life risk of bareback sharing. (128 words)

**Scene Overview**
The setup starts innocently enough in a regular living room—couple hanging out with one of the husband’s longtime buddies after a few beers watching sports or just bullshitting. The wife, dressed casually in yoga pants and a loose tank top, flirts lightly at first, maybe brushing against the friend while grabbing drinks from the kitchen. Tension builds when the husband suggests they move things upstairs “to get more comfortable.”

Once in the bedroom, clothes come off clumsily—no dramatic striptease. The friend gets to go first while the husband watches and strokes himself, encouraging her with dirty talk. She starts on her back, legs spread, moaning as the new cock slides in raw. They switch positions a few times—doggy, her riding him—building to his creampie deep inside. Cum leaks out as the husband immediately takes sloppy seconds, fucking her creamy, used pussy harder while she gasps about how full and wet she feels. He adds his own load, creating a dripping double creampie mess that oozes down her thighs. The video captures every detail: skin slapping, wet sounds, her grool mixing with cum, heavy breathing, and post-nut awkward laughs as they catch their breath. It’s unscripted, imperfect, and intensely hot for anyone into real amateur wife sharing. (248 words)

**Story Inspired by the Video**

Sarah was in the kitchen wiping down counters after dinner when Michael texted he was on his way over with his buddy David. It was Friday, kids at her mom’s, and they’d talked about this for months—maybe tonight was the night. She felt that nervous flutter in her stomach, the same one from their first date years ago.

The guys walked in around 9, laughing about some work bullshit. Michael grabbed beers from the fridge while David hung back, eyes flicking to Sarah’s ass in her tight leggings. She caught him looking and smirked. “You two gonna stand there all night or what?”

They ended up on the couch, TV droning some action movie no one watched. Michael’s hand rested on her thigh, casual at first, then sliding higher. David pretended not to notice, but his jeans tented. Sarah leaned over, kissed Michael slow, then turned and kissed David—quick, testing. He tasted like beer and surprise.

“Fuck it,” Michael muttered. “Upstairs. Now.”

The bedroom was messy—sheets half-pulled, laundry basket in the corner. Sarah peeled off her tank top, no bra, nipples already hard. The guys stripped fast, cocks springing free. David’s was thicker than she’d imagined, veins standing out. Michael’s familiar, already leaking pre-cum.

She dropped to her knees between them. First David—she wrapped her lips around the head, tasting salt, then took more until he groaned. Michael stroked himself watching, muttering, “That’s it, baby, suck his dick.” She switched, slurping Michael while jerking David, spit stringing between her mouth and their cocks.

David couldn’t wait. He pulled her up, pushed her onto the bed on her back. “Spread for me.” Sarah opened her legs, pussy already slick and swollen. No condom— they’d agreed bare. He rubbed the fat head along her slit, teasing, then pushed in slow. She gasped—fuller than Michael, stretching her nicely. He started thrusting, steady at first, then harder. Bed creaked. Skin slapped.

Michael knelt beside her head, feeding her his cock while David fucked her. She moaned around him, hand reaching to rub her clit. “God, she’s so wet,” David grunted. “Fucking dripping.”

Sarah came first—shaking, thighs clamping, pussy pulsing around David’s cock. He didn’t stop, pounded through it until he tensed. “Gonna cum—fuck—” He buried deep and unloaded, hot spurts flooding her. She felt every pulse, warm and thick.

He pulled out slow. Cum leaked immediately, white and creamy down her ass crack. Michael was on her in seconds—sloppy seconds, sliding into the mess David left. “Jesus, you’re full of him,” he groaned, feeling the slick heat, the extra lubrication. Sarah whimpered, oversensitive but still horny. “Fuck me harder—use his cum.”

He did. Doggy now—ass up, face down. Michael gripped her hips, slamming in, balls slapping her clit. David watched, stroking his softening cock back to life. “Look at that creamy pussy,” David said. “Fucking hot.”

Sarah pushed back, meeting every thrust. “Cum in me too—fill me up again.” Michael sped up, grunting, sweat dripping. He reached around, rubbed her clit rough. She came again—harder this time—squeezing him tight. That pushed him over. He slammed home and erupted, adding his load to David’s, mixing deep inside her.

They collapsed, breathing ragged. Cum oozed out when Michael finally pulled free—thick, pearly strands connecting his cock to her gaping pussy. Sarah reached down, scooped some on her fingers, tasted it—salty, musky, theirs. “Holy shit,” she laughed breathlessly.

David chuckled. “That was insane.”

Michael kissed her sweaty forehead. “You okay?”

She nodded, grinning. “Better than okay.” But the oven timer beeped downstairs—leftover pizza. Reality crashed back.

Sarah sat up, cum dripping onto the sheets. “Someone grab paper towels. And turn off the damn oven before we burn the house down.”

The guys laughed, pulling on boxers. She waddled to the bathroom, feeling the warm mess between her thighs with every step. Just another Friday night—except now she couldn’t wait for the next one.