TRIO SHOWERS
I stood under that outdoor shower, water hammering my chest like it wanted to knock the divorce out of me. Wife gone two weeks ago. No more kisses, no more hands on my body. I felt fucking empty. Just salt and shame sticking to my skin. My two buds—big married straight dudes—dragged me to this private beach resort. “Best friends before wives, man,” they kept saying, grinning like idiots.
First I was alone. I slapped my wet face with both hands, trying to scrub the hurt away. My flag trunks clung heavy to my thighs, water running down the ridges of my abs. Cold spray hit my nipples, made them hard. I groaned low, dick twitching just from the feel of it.
Then they stepped in.
The big black one first, bald head gleaming, teeth flashing white. His massive chest bounced under the shower, water pouring off his dark skin in sheets. The blond one right behind him, hair slicked back, laughing that deep laugh. Both of them huge, ripped, married, straight—except right now they weren’t acting it.
They crowded me. Water splashed wild between us. The black one slapped my shoulder, grip hard. “You’re ours tonight, bro.” His thick fingers slid down my wet pecs, thumbs brushing my nipples. I shivered. The blond pressed in from the side, his hip bumping mine, our trunks rubbing. I felt his cock, already half-hard under the thin wet fabric.
No words after that. Just the roar of the shower.
The black one wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me chest-to-chest. His skin burned hot under the cold water. The blond grabbed my jaw, turned my face, and slammed his mouth on mine. Wet lips, salty tongue shoving deep. I moaned into him like a bitch. His hand slid down my back, squeezed my ass hard through the trunks.
The black one kissed my neck, teeth scraping, growling, “We got you.” His free hand yanked my trunks down just enough. My dick sprang out, heavy and dripping. Theirs too—two thick cocks grinding against my hips, water making everything slick and loud.
Hands everywhere. Rough palms stroking my shaft, squeezing my balls, sliding between my cheeks. I was sandwiched, panting, water cascading over three pairs of shoulders, three sets of abs slapping wet. They took turns kissing me deep while the other sucked on my neck or bit my shoulder.
No wives. No bullshit. Just three hard bodies, three hard cocks, and my divorce melting down the drain with the shower water.
They made me feel wanted again.
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