On the 15th of January, a snowy evening painted the mountain resort of Faraya in white. I, Karim Haddad, a Lebanese businessman, was celebrating the 5th anniversary of my marriage to Hanadi Khattar, a woman as gorgeous as she is sexy. Our chalet was filled with friends, music, and laughter. Hanadi was the center of attention, her black laced dress leaving little to the imagination, exposing the ample cleavage that held her gorgeous breasts. The open back of her dress traced a tantalizing line down to the crack of her ass, and her high heel shoes with open toes added an extra dash of sex appeal.
Fadi, an old common friend, was the last one standing, too drunk to drive. Hanadi, with a smile, showed him to his room. I could see the desire in Fadi’s eyes as he looked at Hanadi, a desire that was not lost on her. After everyone else had left, Hanadi decided to get me drunk. I didn’t protest, the night was still young.
The point of no return
Later, Hanadi slipped away, returning in a sexy black laced lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. She called Fadi, and I watched as they both entered the living room. Hanadi gave Fadi a lap dance, her movements slow and seductive. She made him kneel before her, his eyes never leaving her body. She sucked his dick, getting him erect, and then ordered him to adore her pussy. I watched, shocked and aroused, as she screamed in pleasure, not caring that I was in the same room.
Hanadi turned to me, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my dick. I was shocked but the sight of her straddling Fadi while sucking me off was too much to resist. I decided to participate, and the night became a blur of pleasure and lust. Hanadi made us both her sex slaves, making us eat each other’s cum, serving her sexual lust and desires.
The second night, Hanadi made me kneel at the edge of the bed while she fucked Fadi. She ordered me to suck his dick without letting me touch her. Afterwards, she ordered me to sleep in the other room while she slept and fucked Fadi till the morning.
As the days turned into nights, Hanadi, Fadi, and I found ourselves in a sexual dance that was both thrilling and unexpected. Hanadi was our queen, and we were her willing subjects. She made us serve her every desire, and in doing so, we found a new level of pleasure that we never knew existed. Fadi looked at me one night, a smirk on his face. “You know, Karim,” he said, “Hanadi is a queen, but you’re a king in your own right.” I looked at him, confused. “You’ve given her something she’s always wanted,” he continued, “a man who is secure enough in his masculinity to share his wife.”
I looked at Hanadi, asleep in our bed, and I realized he was right. I was a king, not because I owned Hanadi, but because I loved her enough to give her what she wanted. And in doing so, I found a new level of love and desire that I never knew existed.
The aftermath
Hanadi woke up, a smile on her face. “I love you, Karim,” she said, her voice soft. “I love you more than I ever thought possible.” And in that moment, I knew that our love was stronger than ever, that we had found a new level of intimacy that could only come from complete trust and understanding.
I love you too, Hanadi, I replied, pulling her close. And I always will.
And so, our story continues, a tale of love, lust, and desire. A story of a king, a queen, and their willing subject. A story of a love that is stronger than any mountain, and a lust that burns brighter than any snow.
As Hanadi whispered in my ear, “Karim, my love, I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before,” I knew that our story was far from over. In fact, it was only just beginning.
I am the queen, and you are my loyal subjects. Now, serve me.
Fadi replied: Hanadi, your majesty, your beauty is unmatched, your lust is unquenchable, and your desires are my commands.
As for me, I know my life had changed that weekend, this experience brought something new into my life. No more boredom, I see her now as my queen, at night she is in command. The mix of extreme pleasures and jealousy push my sexual desires to levels I never felt before. I spend my days thinking of what could be at night, and I am loving it
