My Friend Fucked My Husband and I Let Her – Double Creampie Threesome

Short Factual Introduction
This amateur video falls into the Amateur/Homemade Threesome category, specifically an MFF (two women, one guy) scene with raw, unscripted energy. Shot in a everyday living room with poor lighting, phone camera shakes, and background household noise, it captures a spontaneous neighbor/friend hookup gone wild. The atmosphere feels real and risky—quiet giggles, hushed whispers about getting caught, messy hair, and no professional edits. Perfect for fans of authentic couple-sharing fantasies, wife encouragement, female bisexuality hints, and messy creampie finishes where the guy cums inside both eager pussies.
Scene Overview
The clip starts innocently enough in a typical suburban home during late afternoon. Sarah, the wife, has her close friend Lisa over for coffee and gossip while her husband Michael is home from work early. The three chat on the couch about boring stuff—work drama, weekend plans—until Lisa jokingly admits she’s always thought Michael was hot. Sarah laughs it off at first but then teases, “You know, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to share him.”
The mood shifts fast. Lisa blushes but doesn’t back down, and Sarah dares her to kiss him. What begins as playful pecks turns into heavy making out. Clothes come off clumsily—shirts half-unbuttoned, jeans stuck at ankles. The camera (likely propped on a coffee table) catches everything: Sarah guiding Lisa’s hand to Michael’s cock, the girls taking turns sucking him while he groans in disbelief.
They move to the floor for more space. Michael fucks Sarah first in missionary while Lisa watches and touches herself, then switches to doggy with Lisa. The girls kiss and play with each other’s tits throughout. Tension builds as both beg him not to pull out. He finishes deep inside Sarah first, then—still hard—slides into Lisa for a second creampie. Cum leaks out as they collapse laughing and panting. The video ends abruptly with them scrambling to clean up before anyone knocks.
It’s genuine amateur chaos: no makeup retouches, real bodies jiggling, awkward position changes, and that post-nut honesty where they whisper “holy shit, we really did that.”
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah stirred the pasta sauce on the stove while Lisa sat at the kitchen island sipping wine. It was Thursday, the kind of dull evening where nothing exciting ever happened. Michael walked in from the garage, wiping grease off his hands after tinkering with the lawnmower.
“Hey ladies,” he said, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Smells good in here.”
Lisa smirked. “Sarah’s famous spaghetti. You staying for dinner, big guy?”
He chuckled. “If you two don’t kick me out first.”
They ate at the table like always—talking about Lisa’s shitty date last weekend, Michael’s long day at the shop, Sarah complaining about the neighbor’s dog barking again. Normal stuff. But Lisa kept glancing at Michael a little too long. Sarah noticed. She’d noticed for months, actually. The way Lisa’s eyes lingered when he stretched, or how she’d laugh extra hard at his dumb jokes.
After plates were cleared, they moved to the living room. TV droned some reality show nobody cared about. Sarah curled up next to Michael on the couch, feet in his lap. Lisa took the armchair across from them.
“So,” Lisa said, swirling her glass, “you two ever… spice things up?”
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
Lisa shrugged, cheeks pink from the wine. “I dunno. Threesomes? I’ve always been curious. Never done it.”
Michael snorted into his beer. “Jesus, Lisa.”
Sarah laughed, but it came out breathy. “You asking for an invite?”
“Maybe.” Lisa met her eyes. “If you’re offering.”
Silence hung for a second. Then Sarah leaned over and kissed Michael slow—tongue, teeth, the way she knew got him hard fast. She pulled back and looked at Lisa. “Come here.”
Lisa hesitated, then slid onto the couch. Sarah reached out, cupped her face, and kissed her too. Soft at first, testing. Lisa moaned quietly into it.
Michael watched, cock already straining against his jeans. “Fuck. This real?”
Sarah grinned. “Shut up and help me get her naked.”
They fumbled clothes off right there. Lisa’s shirt hit the floor, bra next. Sarah yanked Michael’s pants down, his cock springing free—thick, already leaking. Lisa stared.
“Go on,” Sarah said. “Suck him.”
Lisa dropped to her knees between his legs. She licked the tip tentatively, then took him deeper. Michael groaned, hand in her hair. Sarah watched, rubbing herself through her leggings.
“Goddamn,” Michael muttered. “You two are gonna kill me.”
Sarah stripped fully, pussy already slick. She straddled Michael’s thigh, grinding while Lisa bobbed. Then she pulled Lisa up, kissed her with Michael’s taste still on her lips.
“Bedroom?” Lisa whispered.
“Nah,” Sarah said. “Right here. Neighbors might hear. Makes it hotter.”
They pushed the coffee table aside. Michael lay back on the carpet. Sarah climbed on first, sinking down onto his cock with a hiss. “Fuck, yes.”
She rode him slow at first, tits bouncing. Lisa knelt beside them, sucking Sarah’s nipples, fingering herself.
“Switch,” Sarah panted after a minute. “I want to see him fuck you.”
Lisa straddled him reverse, ass facing Michael. Sarah helped guide his cock into her friend’s pussy. Lisa sank down slowly, gasping. “Oh shit… he’s big.”
Michael gripped her hips, thrusting up. Sarah rubbed Lisa’s clit while watching. The room filled with wet slapping sounds, heavy breathing, the TV still muttering in the background.
“Fuck me harder,” Lisa begged.
He did. Skin smacked skin. Sweat beaded on everyone’s forehead.
Sarah couldn’t wait anymore. She pushed Lisa off gently, got on all fours. “Your turn to watch.”
Michael mounted Sarah from behind, pounding deep. Lisa lay under her, licking Sarah’s clit while Michael fucked. Sarah came first—shaking, cursing, pussy clenching around him.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Cum in me.”
Michael grunted, thrusts erratic. He buried deep and unloaded—hot spurts filling her pussy. Sarah moaned loud enough the neighbors probably heard.
He pulled out, cum dripping from her. Still hard, glistening.
Lisa spread her legs. “Me too. Please.”
Sarah held Michael’s cock, guided him back into Lisa’s soaked pussy. He slid in easy—Sarah’s cum lubing the way.
“Fuck,” Lisa whimpered. “Feels so full.”
Michael fucked her steady, building again. Sarah kissed Lisa, played with her tits, whispered dirty shit in her ear.
“I’m close,” Michael warned.
“Inside,” Lisa pleaded. “Cum inside my pussy.”
He slammed home once, twice—then exploded. Another thick load pumped deep. Lisa came with him, legs shaking, nails digging into his back.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap. Cum leaked from both pussies onto the carpet. Nobody moved for a minute.
Sarah laughed breathlessly. “We are so fucked if anyone finds out.”
Lisa giggled. “Worth it.”
Michael groaned. “Oven timer.”
Sarah sat up fast. “Shit—the garlic bread!”
She ran naked to the kitchen, checked the oven. Michael and Lisa stayed on the floor, catching breath, cum still dripping.
Sarah came back with the tray, set it on the table. “Dinner’s ready… round two after?”
They all laughed. Just another Thursday.