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🕑 Added 2025-01-26 20:13:05 +0000 UTCMy first group sex? I was 25 and working as a croupier in Slovakia when it happened. My friend, also a croupier, had started dating the casino’s director, and we often found ourselves in a small, wild circle of her, him, the investors, and us girls.
One night, after too many drinks at the club, it was clear she was heading to his hotel instead of ours. They didn’t want to drop me off, and that’s when I heard the infamous line: ‘Look, no sex is happening with you, just come with us, and if anything, you’ll just watch.’ Famous last words, right? 😂
Her playful grin and the soft touch of her hand on my thigh in the taxi—whispering ‘I’m so glad you’re coming with us’—already had my cheeks flushing. Her touch was electric, and I couldn’t ignore the sparks.
At the hotel, the night took a surreal turn. She grabbed my hand, laughing, and pulled me into the bathroom, saying, ‘Let’s take a shower together!’ Before I realized it, we were naked, the warm water streaming over our bodies. We giggled and splashed each other like carefree schoolgirls, the alcohol making every touch feel electric.
When we got out, the champagne we ordered was waiting, and the look in his eyes said it all—pure excitement, like a kid on Christmas morning, anticipating what was to come.
There was only one bed, and even then, I still naively thought, ‘We’ll drink the champagne, and I’ll just fall asleep.’ Oh, how wrong I was.
Things shifted when I saw his hands firmly grip her hips, guiding her closer. Her soft gasps filled the room, sending an electric current straight to my core. Watching her back arch as he moved deeper into her was enough to draw me into the heat of it all.
She began to caress my body, her hands tracing my curves, squeezing my breasts. A shiver ran through me. I couldn’t resist anymore. I leaned in and kissed her deeply as he thrust into her, sparking something primal between the three of us.
The rest of the night was a blur of raw passion, tangled limbs, and overwhelming desire—details lost in the haze of champagne and adrenaline. But I remember the ending vividly. He reached his peak, pulling back just enough to spill himself across her chest, his breath ragged.
She turned to me, her lips trembling as they met mine in a soft, lingering kiss, carrying the weight of the night’s pleasure. I couldn’t forget how her lips quivered, a reminder of the intensity we had all shared.
Later, back in Ukraine, she and I found ourselves in another unforgettable night—but this time, my boyfriend joined us.
