Jason Master
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Faithful husband... Elsa/Ava threesome bad ending
🕑 Added 2025-02-13 06:39:48 +0000 UTCElsa
"What about Elsa?" you suggest, unable to resist the allure of the wild side you've glimpsed in her during your clandestine strip club rendezvous. "You know, our um friend daughter."
Ava immediately gets angry. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She sits up, pushing your hand away. "Elsa? That's our daughter's best friend. That's just fucked up."
You realize you might have crossed a line. "I'm sorry, Ava," you say quickly, backpedaling. "It's just the heat of the moment, I didn't mean to suggest something like that." You can see the disappointment in her eyes, and you know you need to fix this. "How about we start with someone we both feel comfortable with, maybe Peta?"
Ava doesn't let you backpedaled, she's clearly upset. "Elsa? You think it's okay to fuck our daughter's best friend? What's wrong with you?" she snaps, the bedside lamp flipping on as she sits up, her eyes flashing with anger. You swallow hard, realizing the gravity of what you've suggested. "You're a sick perverted pig!"
She gets up from the bed, the blue fabric of her lingerie clinging to her curves as she storms to the other side of the room. You sit up, trying to calm her down. "Ava, I'm sorry," you plead, reaching out a hand that she slaps away. "It's just a fantasy, it doesn't mean I want to do it for real."
"A threesome is one thing," she spits out, "but Elsa? That's crossing the line. That's not a fantasy, that's fucking disgusting."
Ava pack your things and throw you out of the bedroom. "Get out," she says, her voice cold and final. You scramble to your feet, your heart sinking as you watch her grab her phone from the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" you ask, fear gripping your chest.
Ava ignores your question, her eyes glued to her phone screen as she types furiously. You decide it best to leave. As you exit the room, you hear the bedroom door slam shut behind you. You lean against the wall, feeling like a deflated balloon. You've fucked up big time.
...
You live in a hotel now, seven months later. Ava divorce you and got full custody of the kids. You don't blame her. You really fucked up. Every time you saw Elsa, you felt a mix of arousal and guilt. That was your kink, your messed up fantasy, and you had no business sharing it with Ava. You thought you had it all figured out, but you ended up with nothing but a laptop and a box of memories.
Instead of having your dream threesome with Elsa and Ava, you have only porn and lonely hotel nights to keep you company. The soft click of the laptop keys is the only sound in the otherwise silent room. You stare at the screen, the images of hot threesome of stepmoms and daughters flashing by, but it does nothing to ease the ache in your heart.
The perverted ending
