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The Ten Minute Rule: One Night in Ibiza
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After the club in Ibiza, Spain, the adrenaline was still running high. The night was hot, the music still vibrating in our heads, and the looks from the three guys we’d met on the dance floor already said it all. I suggested we go back to our apartment. They agreed instantly, with that mix of nerves and hunger that turned me on even more.
Once inside, my wife already knew the plan. She slipped out of her dress, changed into the black lingerie I had prepared, heels that made her legs infinite, and a silk blindfold over her eyes. Seeing her like that in the middle of the room was like uncorking a bottle of desire that had been shaken all night.
I explained the rules quickly: each of them would get ten minutes with her, one by one, while she stayed on all fours on the bed. Oral sex, penetration, whatever happened in that time. At the end, she would choose the one who gave her the most pleasure. That man would stay the whole night. The other two would leave. Straightforward, simple, and hot.
The first went in with confidence. He knelt behind her, started licking her slowly, testing her reactions. She moaned into the pillow, her hips searching for more. When he slid on the condom and entered her, the room filled with wet, deep sounds. He thrust with rhythm, hands gripping her hips as if he wanted to keep her. She was enjoying it, but I kept my eyes on the clock. Ten minutes exactly.
"Time," I said, and he walked out with a half smile, breathing hard.
The second was quieter but intense. No words, just devotion. His tongue was relentless, steady, and in minutes she was shaking. Even blindfolded, you could tell she was losing herself. When he penetrated her, it was slow, controlled, one hand on her back, one hand steadying her waist. Her body melted, trembling, clutching the sheets. At nine minutes, he made her come again with his mouth. I almost had to stop it early. He pulled back just in time, leaving her weak and gasping. He left without a word, but his eyes said enough.
The third carried pure energy. Before starting, he whispered something in her ear that made her smile. Then he kissed her ass, bit it lightly, and went down on her with playful hunger. She opened wider, gave herself completely. When he slid inside, it was fast, hard, lifting her pelvis with one hand to find the perfect angle. Each thrust made her cry out, her back arching, her hands searching for mine. I gave it to her, holding her tight while he drove her wild. Ten minutes hit, and I stepped in, though both of them would have kept going without stopping.
We all gathered back in the living room. I poured drinks while she, still blindfolded, sat like a queen waiting for judgment. I untied the silk and met her eyes, soft and fiery at the same time. Now it was her turn. She took a breath and spoke:
"The first lit the fire. I loved his strength. The second made me lose myself. He held me when I fell apart. And the third... the third made me laugh and scream at the same time. He broke me, and I loved it."
She stood up, walked straight to the third, and kissed him long and deep. Then she looked at me, waiting for my nod. I smiled. It was her choice, and I was proud to watch her make it. The other two understood, shook my hand, and left satisfied with the night.
When I closed the door, I turned back to see her and the winner still staring at each other, tension heavy in the air. I touched her face and whispered in her ear: "Now the real night begins."
We went back to the bedroom. She was on her knees again, blindfolded, ready. I held her face from the front while he entered her from behind. She bit my lips as she moaned with every thrust. Between the two of us, we took her over and over, until the sun pushed through the curtains and Ibiza's dawn found us sweaty, exhausted, and happier than ever.
That night wasn't just about choosing a winner. It was proof that when we live our fantasies together, they become more powerful than any story we could ever invent.
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