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A night of forbidden desires

The sushi bar restaurant beside our hotel pulsed with sultry low chatter and the seductive clink of glasses amid a crowd of young and gorgeous trendy people sipping sake and wine. But my gaze was riveted to my stunning 41-year-old wife, Liz, as she walked through the dimly lit space, commanding every fucking eye in the room with her predatory grace. Heads swiveled like magnets, jaws slackening at the sight of her in that sinful red dress—a second-skin sheath of glossy silk that clung to her voluptuous body, the deep V-neckline plunging scandalously low to frame her full, heavy C-cup tits, their soft swells heaving and jiggling enticingly with each deliberate sway of her hips. The fabric stretched taut over her rock-hard nipples, poking through like insistent peaks begging to be sucked, while the hem rode high on her toned thighs, barely skimming the curve of her firm, round ass that flexed hypnotically under the material. It cinched her impossible 24-inch waist, accentuating the flare of her 34-inch hips and the subtle outline of her shaved pussy lips pressing against the thin barrier, hinting at the slick heat waiting beneath. Paired with those sky-high black red bottom heels, that arched her calves into sculpted perfection, she moved with unapologetic confidence, her long dark hair cascading over one shoulder, lips painted a matching red and curved in a knowing smirk—she owned the room, and she knew exactly how her body, ripe and fuckable at 41, made young cocks twitch. She reminded me a lot of this model named Claudia Sampedro, not a big name, but beautiful. 

As we slid onto the high stools at the sleek bar counter, the polished wood cool against my thighs, Liz perched with deliberate care, her fingers lightly tugging at the scandalously short hem of that crimson silk dress to keep it from riding up and flashing her plump, spankable ass cheeks or the sheer red lace panties hugging her soaked pussy lips. But even in her caution, the fabric whispered teasingly against her skin, the thin material doing fuck-all to hide the way her thighs pressed together, trapping the building heat between them. Up top, that plunging neckline dipped like a siren's call, the glossy edges framing her massive 36C tits like a gift-wrapped invitation—full, heavy globes spilling forward with every breath, their creamy swells quivering softly and drawing every hungry stare from the trendy crowd clustered around us. Her stiff nipples strained against the silk, dark peaks tenting the fabric obscenely, begging for rough pinches or a hot mouth to latch on and suck them raw, while the low cut exposed just enough of her deep cleavage to make cocks throb and mouths water. She knew it, too—leaning forward slightly to order our drinks, her tits jiggled enticingly, practically brushing the bar top, putting her ripe, fuckable body on full display for the bartender's wide-eyed leer and the sidelong glances from the suited guy next to us, his gaze locked on how her curves screamed 'come and claim me.'

We'd been playing this game for years—scouting for someone to join our xxx adventures—and tonight, she was on fire, legs crossed to flash just enough thigh to draw eyes. Our hit rate hovered above 80 percent, snagging eager partners to dive into the frenzy with us—but if the night fizzles, it invariably spirals into me slamming her against the nearest wall, driving my throbbing cock deep into her dripping pussy until she's clawing my back and begging for more, utterly fucked out of her mind.

As we sat at the bar, David’s eyes gave him away before his words did. As soon as we sat down, he leaned in, already asking about drinks, his attention locked on my wife. When he complimented her dress, he lingered on her massive 36C tits before finding her eyes again. Not an accident. Not unnoticed. She didn’t flinch; she let the moment breathe, chin lifted, a slow smile forming as if to say she’d seen everything. The tension snapped tight between them. 

Not just because she’s my wife—but she’s breathtaking. A striking mix of Italian and Central American beauty, the kind of woman who could have any man she wanted without even trying. We could have easily picked up the phone or gone to a lifestyle party, but there was something far more intoxicating about this. The thrill of the unexpected. Drawing in someone vanilla—man or woman—slowly and naturally and letting them discover our world without realizing how deep they already are. That tension, that curiosity, the quiet pull—it was infinitely more exhilarating than anything planned. 

David was a young white guy—maybe twenty-two—tall and solid at six-two, built with broad shoulders tapering down to a lean waist. Dark hair fell carelessly around his face, the kind of effortless look that made him stand out without trying. His build was athletic, all quiet strength and confidence, and the way his pants fit only emphasized it. My wife noticed immediately—the subtle glance, the slow appreciation. She liked the way he carried himself, the way his body moved, and the way he clearly knew he was being watched.

'Sake bombs,' I replied, leaning forward with a knowing grin. 'And keep 'em coming. My wife here looks like she needs to loosen up.'

Liz uncrossed her legs slowly, the hem of her dress riding high to reveal the edge of her black lace thong, the delicate fabric hugging her curves just enough to tease. David's eyes flicked down for a split second, a confident smirk tugging at his lips as he steadied the glasses with firm hands. He poured the sake smoothly, the liquid flowing without a hitch, his gaze locking onto mine with easy assurance before sliding back to Liz. 'Coming right up,' he said, his voice low and steady, sliding the drinks across the counter like he owned the night.

Liz reached out, her fingers brushing his as she took her glass. 'Long night? You seem tense.' She sipped, her tongue darting out to lick a stray bead of sake from her lip, holding his gaze. David swallowed hard, shifting his weight, his apron doing little to hide the subtle twitch in his pants. 'Uh, yeah, especially with a beautiful woman like yourself sitting in front of me,” with a devilish grin. 

After a couple of drinks, I could see my wife's eyes glazing over with that familiar "I want to fuck" look, her thighs shifting restlessly on the barstool as the place started emptying out. The dim lights cast shadows over her low-cut top, her nipples already poking hard against the thin fabric. I leaned in close to David, who'd been stealing glances at her all night, his eyes dipping to her cleavage every time he poured a round. 'What time are you off?' I asked, my voice low and steady.

He wiped down the counter, glancing at his watch. 'In about an hour.'

I smirked, locking eyes with him. 'You want to come help me fuck my wife? I see you staring at her tits and ass all night, imagining what it'd be like to bury your cock in her.' My wife turned her head, nodding eagerly, her lips parting in a sly smile as she bit her lower lip, her hand sliding up my thigh under the bar, grabbing my cock.

David's eyes widened, his face flushing red as he froze mid-wipe, the rag dangling from his hand. He looked between us, searching for the joke, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. 'You... you're serious?'

Before I could answer, my wife leaned forward over the smooth bar top, her heavy breasts spilling out further from her top, the lacy edge of her bra barely containing them. She arched her back just enough to make them jiggle, her nipples straining visibly now. 'Come on, David,' she said, her voice sexy. 'You should join us; you won’t regret it.”

“You're not married, are you? No girlfriend waiting at home to suck your dick?” my wife asked. 

He stammered, his gaze glued to her exposed cleavage, the way her tits heaved with each breath. “No... no girlfriend. Fuck, you two are actually serious?”

“Dead serious,' I said, grabbing a napkin and scribbling down the room number—512—and my phone number. I slid it across to him, watching his fingers tremble as he took it. “We're staying at the hotel next door. When you clock out, come and join us.”

“My wife was probably dripping wet just thinking about your cock sliding into her.”

She laughed softly, with a dirty edge to it, and reached out to trail her fingers along his forearm, and this is when I knew she was ready and primed. “Imagine it—me on my knees, sucking you off while he fucks me from behind. Or you pinning me down, filling my mouth with your cum while he fucks my ass.” Her words hung in the air, thick with promise, and I could see the bulge growing in his pants behind the bar, and the remaining patrons looking at my wife trying to figure out what was going on. 

We finished our last drinks, and I paid the bill, tipping him extra with a wink, and we stood to leave. My wife turned back one last time, blowing him a kiss that lingered on her plump lips, her tongue flicking out teasingly. 'Hopefully we see you soon, handsome. Don't keep me waiting too long.'

We pushed through the door into the cool night air, her arm hooked through mine as we hurried across the short distance to the hotel. Up in the elevator, she pressed against me, her hand cupping my crotch, squeezing my hardening cock through my slacks. 'Think he'll show? I want him to fuck me raw and make me scream while you watch.'

I groaned, pinning her to the wall for a quick, rough kiss, my fingers digging into her ass. “He will. And when he does, we're going to ruin you—both of us pounding every hole until you're leaking cum everywhere.”

“Do you think he has a big cock?” she asked as the doors dinged open on our floor, and we stumbled down the hall to room 512, hearts racing, bodies buzzing with anticipation. 

I unlocked the door, and as soon as it clicked shut behind us, she was on me—yanking at my belt, dropping to her knees with a wicked grin. 'Let's get warmed up,' she whispered, freeing my cock and wrapping her hot mouth around my hard cock, and began sucking me hard while we waited for the knock that would hopefully bring David in to join the fun. I had to push her away, as she almost made me cum. “Stop sucking my cock; you’re going to make me cum. I want to save it until the bartender can join us.” 

With that, she got up and began taking her dress off, letting it drop on the floor as she walked, exposing her amazing figure. “Let me get ready. If he’s not here soon, you’re going to have to fuck me yourself,” she said while she ran her hands through her body.

She slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and she leaned over the sink, carefully freshening her makeup with precise strokes of eyeliner and a swipe of bold red lipstick that matched her growing anticipation. A spritz of my favorite perfume followed, the floral notes lingering on her neck and wrists like a teasing promise. 'I feel like I need to change,' she murmured to herself, her voice husky with intent. Hooking her fingers under the straps, she unclasped the black lace bra, letting it fall away to reveal her full breasts, nipples hardening in the air. She slid the matching thong down her hips, stepping out of it with a deliberate sway, her bare pussy exposed and already tingling with excitement.

Naked now, she turned to the dresser, rifling through the drawers until her hand closed around the pieces she'd been saving for a moment like this. 'I think he'd love the red outfit,' she whispered, a sly smile curving her lips as she pulled out the luxurious set from Honey Birdette. The bra was a masterpiece of crimson lace, with sheer cups embroidered with delicate floral patterns that would cradle her tits perfectly, the underwire providing just enough lift to accentuate her C cups while thin straps crisscrossed her back for a seductive harness effect. Matching it was the thong, a barely-there scrap of fabric that dipped low on her hips, the front panel a translucent red mesh that would tease glimpses of her smooth mound, connected by slender side ties that begged to be tugged loose. The waspie cinched her waist dramatically, its boned satin structure in glossy scarlet compressing her midsection to create an hourglass silhouette, hooks and eyes fastening with a satisfying click, the garter straps dangling invitingly to attach to the stockings.

She laid them out carefully, then reached deeper into the drawer for the white stockings—silky sheer nylons that hugged her legs like a second skin, a thin red seam running boldly up the back of each one, drawing the eye straight to the curve of her ass. 

Finally, she selected the black six-inch patent leather stilettos with pointed toes and ankle straps that locked in place, promising to arch her feet and thrust her hips forward in a posture of pure provocation. And there, tucked beside them, was the nine-inch dildo, its realistic veins and girthy shaft gleaming under the bathroom light, a silicone beast she couldn't resist grabbing, her fingers wrapping around its base as she imagined the stretch it would bring. 

She started with the waspie, wrapping the glossy scarlet satin around her midsection, the boned structure hugging her curves as she fastened the hooks and eyes from the front. It snatched her waist with unyielding precision, compressing her soft flesh into a dramatic hourglass, her round ass cheeks lifting and perking up from the lower edge, while the compression pushed her full tits higher, making them jiggle enticingly with each breath. The garter straps hung loose against her hips, teasing the skin there. Next came the bra, its crimson lace cups sheer and embroidered with intricate florals that barely concealed her hardening nipples. She slipped her arms through the thin straps, reaching back to clasp it, the underwire cradling her elevated breasts perfectly, the crisscross back harness accentuating the arch of her spine and drawing attention to how her ass swelled out below. The matching thong followed, a flimsy red mesh panel that she stepped into, pulling it up her thighs until the slender side ties settled low on her hips, the translucent front brushing against her smooth pussy lips, already slick with arousal, while the back string vanished between her plump ass cheeks, framing their round fullness.

She sat on the edge of the bed to roll on the white stockings, the silky sheer nylon gliding up her calves and thighs like a lover's caress, hugging every inch until she reached the tops, snapping the garter clips in place with a sharp tug that made her ass bounce slightly. The thin red seam ran straight up the back of each leg, guiding the eye from her heels to the cleft of her cheeks. Finally, she stepped into the black six-inch stilettos, the patent leather cool against her feet as she buckled the ankle straps tight, the height forcing her posture to shift—her snatched waist curving inward, tits thrust forward proudly, and round ass popping out in invitation, ready for whatever came next. Her hand lingered on the nine-inch dildo, thumb tracing its veined length, pulse quickening at the thought of filling herself with it before he arrived.

She knew that this was my favorite outfit, and it was hard for me to keep my hands off of her. All I knew was if this kid didn’t get here soon, the party was going to get started soon. As I stripped to my boxers, my cock was already fucking hard. I was definitely proud of my cock; it wasn’t huge at 6 inches, but it had some girth and a big mushroom head. And on the way down to the bar, I had taken the little blue pill and stretched my cock to the limit. Even In my 40s I have good stamina and could fuck my wife multiple times in a night, but on nights like tonight I wanted to stay hard as long as I could, especially competing with a twenty-year-old that can go several times a night. Plus, my wife had the sex drive of a porn star and could orgasm multiple times in a night. 

As we waited, the drinks had taken full effect on her, and she walked towards her iPhone and connected to the hotel radio/Bluetooth speaker and put some music on and began dancing to it seductively, touching her body, and began dirty talking to me, and I knew she was at the perfect point. 

“You like watching me get fucked, don’t you?” she purred, her voice husky with need, locking eyes with me as she groped her own tits. I nodded eagerly, my pulse racing. “That little fucker better hurry up and get here to ram this married pussy,” she growled, her words dripping from her filthy mouth. She then grabbed her thick dildo from the bed—a veiny monster at least nine inches, ridged and realistic—and pressed it between her tits. She squeezed her breasts around it, sliding it up and down to the beat, her tongue flicking out to lap at the tip each time it neared her mouth. Her hips circled hypnotically, mimicking the grind of a deep, slow fuck. 

“I do hope he has a big cock, so I can give him a good titty fucking; you would like that, wouldn’t you?” she said.  I, of course, said, “Yes! I want to titty fuck him and suck on his cock.”

She then walked to the corner of the bed again, and she perched herself on the edge facing me, spreading her thighs wide. Her knees bent, feet planted firm, she exposed everything—her puckered asshole winking above her soaked pussy lips. She moved her panties to one side and began rubbing the dildo's fat tip along her slit, coating it in her juices, the head bumping her clit with each pass. Moans escaped her lips, low and breathy at first, building as she teased herself. Reaching down with her free hand, she spread her pussy lips apart, revealing the pink, wet entrance.

She held the dildo steady, pressing the tip right at her pussy hole, dipping just the head inside—enough to stretch her a fraction, making her gasp and arch her back. “Fuck, I need a real cock,” she whimpered, fucking herself shallowly with it, in and out, her arousal slicking the shaft. Her other hand flew to her clit, rubbing furious circles, her tits heaving with each pant.

By now, I'd shoved my boxers down, my cock springing free—veins bulging, the mushroom head purple and slick. I wrapped my fist around it, stroking slowly and firmly from base to tip, watching her play. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, and I smeared it down my leg, imagining it was her tight cunt gripping me instead. It'd been fifteen or twenty minutes since his shift ended at the bar downstairs. Maybe he was intimidated by the thought of joining a married couple like us. I loved watching her fuck, and I was excited about watching him bury his young dick in her while I reclaimed her after, proving I could fuck her harder and longer and make her cum until she begged for mercy.

A hesitant knock echoed at the door, yanking me from the throbbing cock. I bolted to the bathroom, snatching a towel to put around my waist—my cock strained against it, fully erect and pulsing, the tip already leaking pre-cum. No fucking way I'd hide that massive bulge now; the blue pill was definitely in full effect.

 “Stash the dildo for later, honey—don't freak him out yet,' I growled low, swinging the door wide. My wife, eyes gleaming with lust, scrambled up from the bed and shoved the thick silicone cock under the pillow, her pussy lips still slick and swollen from our teasing, barely contained by the skimpy red thong that clung to her wet folds like a second skin.

She lingered just behind me as the door creaked open, revealing David in his disheveled work shirt, tie askew, his cheeks burning red, eyes locked on us with a wild mix of cornered panic and desperate craving—pupils dilated like he was already imagining burying his dick inside her. The sight of her in that red bra, the lacy cups straining to hold her heavy tits, nipples stiff and straining against the sheer fabric, made his gaze drop hungrily to her curves.

'Hey... I, uh, wasn't sure if this was some kind of joke,' he stammered, edging inside but freezing near the threshold, body tense like prey caught in the open. The raw sight of my wife—her full tits heaving with each breath, the red bra pushing them up into perfect cleavage, her thighs parted just enough to show the damp red thong riding high on her hips, outlining her swollen clit—short-circuited whatever caution lingered in his skull, flooding his brain with pure, animal need.

My wife closed the distance in a heartbeat, snatching his hand and tugging him deeper into the room, deliberately grinding her heavy tits against his chest, the soft flesh mashing firmly into him through the thin red bra as her hard nipples scr*ped his shirt. 'No joke at all,' she purred, voice husky with want. 'I need your cock inside me—we figured you chickened out.' I slammed the door shut behind them, the click echoing like a starting gun. She seized his free hand, pressing it to the curve of her hip where the red thong's strap dipped low, and he latched on instantly, fingers digging in as they slid greedily up and down her smooth skin, dipping lower to cup and squeeze the firm cheeks of her ass, kneading the flesh like he couldn't get enough, his breath hitching as his erection tented his pants against her thigh, the heat of it pressing insistently through the flimsy barrier of her thong.

 “I've never... done anything like this. What if I mess up? What if I can't keep up or something?"

My wife leaned in close, her hand gently cupping his cheek as she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her tongue teasing the seam of his mouth just enough to make him gasp. She pulled back with a sultry smile. "Shh, baby, don't worry your pretty head. We'll guide every thick inch of that cock of yours. You'll fuck me just right—I can already tell you're going to stretch my pussy so good."

He blushed hard, fumbling with his words as he glanced at the door. "I'm sorry I ran late. I... I stopped to grab some condoms on the way. Didn't know if you'd want me bare or not, but I figured better safe."

My wife chuckled, her fingers trailing down his chest toward his belt. "We've got a whole stash right here if you need 'em, handsome. Extra large, ribbed for that extra grip inside me."

She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You don't have anything we need to worry about, right? No nasty surprises that could keep you from pounding my wet cunt tonight?"

"No, nothing," he stammered, his breath quickening as her hand brushed his growing bulge.

"Good boy," she purred, nipping at his earlobe. "We don't either, sweetie, but use whatever makes your balls feel safe while you fill me up. I want you relaxed and ready to breed this pussy—condom or not."

I stepped closer, my voice low and commanding. "Just remember, you're here to help me wreck my wife's sloppy holes. Tag-team her tight ass and dripping slit until she's screaming for more. If it's too much or you need a breather, say the word—we stop. Consent's the hottest part."

With that, I let my towel drop to the floor, my hard cock springing free, already throbbing at the thought. "Now let's get filthy. Strip down and get ready—I'm going to show you how to make her cum so hard she'll soak the sheets, and you're next in line for the ride of your goddamn life."

I approached them slowly and told him, approaching slowly. “Just follow her lead,” and with a reassuring kiss to his mouth and a smile, my wife quickly dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers worked his belt, but David froze, breath hitching. “Wait, are you sure? I mean, your husband...” She unzipped him anyway, freeing his cock—thick and veined, seven inches of nervous rigidity, tip glistening with pre-cum. It twitched in the open air, betraying his excitement despite the fear in his eyes.

“I told you he was going to have a big cock,” she purred, wrapping her soft hands around his thick shaft, feeling its heavy girth pulse against her palms. She shot me a wicked grin, biting her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark, her eyes gleaming with lust. Then she gripped it firmly with both hands, her fingers barely meeting around its massive width, making her palms look tiny in comparison. Looking up at him with pure hunger, she flicked her tongue over the swollen head teasingly, lapping at the slit a few times to taste his salty pre-cum. She glanced back at me, her gaze locking with mine, before parting her lips and sucking the fat cockhead into her hot, wet mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she slurped noisily. All the while, her hands twisted and pumped the veiny length below, slick with her spit. David gasped sharply, his eyes squeezing shut as he tilted his head back, his right hand raking through his hair in sheer ecstasy. My wife eased more of his throbbing dick past her lips, inch by girthy inch, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate him, starting slow to let her throat relax around the invasion. David’s breaths came in ragged bursts, his knees trembling and nearly giving out, one hand slamming against the wall for balance while the other tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... that’s... shit,” he groaned, his words dissolving into a deep, guttural moan as she swallowed another few inches, her tongue swirling along the sensitive underside, coaxing out thick beads of his leaking pre-cum that she greedily swallowed. His early reluctance vanished, replaced by desperate, shaky hip thrusts, fisting her hair tighter to fuck her face, but he kept stealing glances at me, his eyes pleading for approval with every sloppy bob of her head bobbing up and down his slick pole.

“She can suck you all night,” I growled, my voice husky as I fisted my throbbing cock with both hands, stroking the rigid length from base to tip, pre-cum slicking my palms while I watched them intently.

I could see David's muscles coiling tight, his abs flexing and thighs quivering, and my wife sensed his balls drawing up, ready to unload. She released his cock from her stretched lips off his fully erect monster cock with a wet smack, strings of saliva and his pre-cum dangling from her chin to the glistening purple head, leaving it bobbing angrily in the air, veins bulging along its massive girth.

I was fucking awed by the sheer size and thickness of that beast, and from the way she'd devoured it—gagging and slurping like a pro—I knew she was too, her eyes wide with slutty admiration. She rose slowly, her tits heaving with each breath, and crushed her mouth against his in a filthy kiss, her tongue shoving the musky flavor of his cock straight down his throat. David dove in without a second thought, devouring her like a starving man, his rough hands roaming greedily over her juicy ass and narrow waist before locking onto her plump cheeks with both palms, hauling her closer as he groaned into her mouth, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot.”

“That’s it, grab that fat ass—fuck, isn’t it nice and round?” I urged, my tone dripping with raw lust, my strokes quickening on my own dick as I egged him on. His fingers dug in deep, clamping down on her firm, jiggling flesh with bruising force, leaving angry red imprints on her pale skin as he kneaded and groped every inch, thumbs prying her cheeks apart to bare the tight pucker of her asshole and the soaked cleft below. He hooked his fingers into the drenched crotch of her panties, yanking the flimsy fabric roughly to the side, exposing her swollen, dripping pussy lips that parted lewdly, her arousal glistening and trickling down her thighs. But he hesitated still, his thick fingers hovering tantalizingly close to her engorged clit, brushing the sensitive folds just enough to make her whimper and buck her hips, teasing her aching hole without plunging in to finger-fuck her senseless.

My wife shoved David down onto the edge of the bed, where he perched stiffly, his massive cock jutting straight up like a steel rod, throbbing and leaking pre-cum from the slit at the tip. She then wrapped her fingers around my rock-hard dick, squeezing the veiny shaft as she tugged me over to sit beside him, rubbing legs as we both panted with anticipation.

"Let me dance for both of you," she purred, her voice dripping with slutty promise, before launching into a hypnotic sway. Her hips rolled in slow, sinful circles, grinding the air as if fucking an invisible cock, her hands gliding over her curves—tracing the swell of her tits, dipping into the valley of her cleavage, then sliding down to palm her ass cheeks through the thin fabric.

She kept grinding to the pulsing beat, her body undulating like a wave of pure sex, until she hooked her thumbs into her waspie and peeled it off with a teasing shimmy, letting it flutter to the floor. I glanced at David, his eyes glued to her, one hand already fisting his enormous prick, pumping the thick length from root to crown, his knuckles whitening as he fought to hold back.

She toyed with us mercilessly, arching her back and shaking her ass, building the heat until she finally reached behind to unhook her bra. With a wicked grin, she let the straps slip down her shoulders, shrugging it off to bare her perfect, heavy tits—full and firm, capped with rock-hard nipples that begged to be sucked and pinched. David's jaw went slack, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the bouncing tits, his strokes faltering for a second in sheer awe.

Strutting over with a sway that made her tits jiggle, she dropped down between us on the bed, her thighs spreading wide enough to flash her soaked panties. One hand clamped around my pulsing cock, the other seizing David's girthy monster; she jerked us both in rhythm with the music, her palms slick with our pre-cum, twisting and squeezing the sensitive heads until we both groaned. David lunged for her left tit, his big hand engulfing the soft mound, thumb flicking the stiff nipple while I claimed the right, rolling the pebbled bud between my fingers and tugging it hard enough to make her gasp.

"They're fucking amazing," David rasped, his voice rough as he kneaded her breast, watching her face contort in pleasure.

She pulled away with a throaty laugh, standing to turn her back on us, then bent at the waist to slide her panties down her toned legs inch by inch, the fabric clinging to her wet folds before pooling at her ankles. Kicking them aside, she stayed hinged over, reaching back to pry her ass cheeks wide apart, fully exposing her shaved pussy—lips puffy and glistening with arousal, her tight pink asshole winking above the dripping slit, a string of her juices stretching from her hole to her thigh.

Without a word, she sank to the floor on her back, knees drawn up and legs splayed obscenely wide, her heels digging into the carpet. Her fingers dove straight to her cunt, parting the slick labia to rub furious circles over her swollen clit, then plunging two digits deep into her soaking hole. She finger-fucked herself hard and fast, her pussy squelching audibly with each thrust, hips bucking off the ground as she chased her building orgasm, tits heaving with every ragged breath.

"I hope you like the show," she moaned, pulling her drenched fingers free and sucking them clean, her tongue swirling around the digits to lap up her own tangy cream, eyes locked on ours with pure filth.

"It's time for dick," she declared, her voice husky and demanding, before crawling forward on all fours like a predator in heat. She slinked right up to David, wedging her body between his spread thighs, her hot breath ghosting over his straining cock as she nuzzled closer, ready to devour him whole.

She grabbed his throbbing cock and slid it right into the deep, warm valley between her massive, heaving tits. With a wicked grin, she squeezed those soft, pillowy tits together around his shaft, trapping it in a tight, velvety vise that made his veins pulse against her skin. She started pumping her chest up and down, fucking him with her tits like a hotel slut, the friction building as her hard nipples grazed his belly with every thrust. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, smearing across her cleavage, making the slide even wetter and nastier. His face twisted in raw ecstasy—eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open in a guttural moan, sweat beading on his forehead as he gripped the sheets, hips bucking involuntarily to drive deeper into that obscene tit-pussy she'd created just for him.

After a couple of minutes, it was finally time. My wife straddled his lap, with her left leg coming over mine, and she began grinding her wet pussy against his shaft, teasing him. 'Touch me,' she urged, and after a moment's pause, his fingers explored her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples with uncertain pressure.

I sat there in the dim glow of our bedroom, my hand wrapped firmly around my throbbing cock, stroking it slowly as I watched David finally lean in and capture my wife's swollen nipples between his lips. He sucked greedily, his tongue flicking over the hard peaks, forgetting all about the condom in his haze of lust. David's eyes widened like saucers, bulging with a potent mix of awe and raw anxiety as he took in the sight of her voluptuous body arching toward him. 'Damn... you're huge,' he muttered, his voice thick with disbelief, staring at her heaving breasts and the slick folds of her pussy glistening just inches away.

My wife let out a soft, teasing laugh that sent a shiver down my spine, her hand reaching down to grasp David's rigid 7-inch cock. She stroked it a few times, feeling its heat and the veins pulsing under her fingers, before guiding the swollen head to her entrance. Slowly, deliberately, she worked him inside her married pussy, inch by inch, her lips parting around his shaft as she sank down. God, that was my favorite moment—the raw thrill of watching another man's thick cock defile her, stretching her tight walls and claiming what was supposed to be mine alone. She gasped as he filled her completely, her juices coating him immediately, making the slide smooth and obscene.

David groaned deeply, his hands clamping onto her hips with a white-knuckled grip, fingers digging into her soft flesh while he continued latching onto her tits, sucking and nibbling like a man starved. She finally had his full length buried deep inside her, and the joy lit up her face like fireworks—eyes half-lidded, mouth parted in ecstasy—as she began riding him with languid rolls of her hips. Her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, milking his cock as she ground down, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with each motion.

After just a few teasing seconds, she threw her head back and commanded, 'Harder!' Her voice was sharp and demanding as she picked up the pace, bouncing on his dick with powerful, rolling thrusts that made her ass cheeks slap against his thighs. David's nervousness betrayed him at first, his hips bucking up erratically, unsure and tentative, but the overwhelming lust surging through him quickly overpowered it. He thrust upward bolder now, his cock slamming into her depths with growing force, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room—schlick, schlick, schlick—as her arousal dripped down his balls.

I watched it all, my fist pumping faster along my own veiny shaft, pre-cum leaking from the tip and slicking my strokes. My wife's eyes locked onto mine, wild and hungry, and she beckoned me closer with a crooked finger. I moved in, kneeling beside them on the bed, and she leaned over without missing a beat, her body still impaled on David's pounding cock. Her lips crashed against mine in a sloppy, heated kiss, tongues tangling as she bounced harder, her moans vibrating through her chest and into my mouth. Then she pulled back just enough to wrap her hand around my cock and guide it to her lips. She engulfed me in one swift motion, her hot mouth sucking me deep while she rode him, the vibrations of her muffled cries humming around my length. 'Fuck, it's big! Fuck, it's big!' she yelled around my cock, the words garbled but fervent, spittle trailing from her lips as she bobbed her head.

The rhythm built to a feverish frenzy, their bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the musky scent of sex. David, shedding his initial hesitation like a second skin, suddenly took full command. With a guttural growl, he grabbed her by the waist, his fingers bruising her skin, and yanked her off his glistening cock. She yelped in surprise, her pussy gaping momentarily, strings of her cream connecting them. He flipped her onto all fours roughly, her knees spreading wide on the rumpled sheets, ass high in the air, presenting her soaked, swollen pussy to him like an offering. Without a second's pause, he positioned himself behind her and drove his cock back in, balls-deep in one brutal thrust. He started pounding her relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with newfound confidence, the force making her tits swing wildly beneath her.

He grabbed her waist with both hands, pulling her back onto his dick harder each time, his initial shakes transforming into deep, primal grunts that echoed off the walls. 'Your pussy is so tight,' he panted, the words tumbling out in surprise, as if he couldn't believe how her walls gripped him like a vice, fluttering and squeezing with every invasion. My wife pushed back eagerly, her ass cheeks rippling from the impacts, urging him deeper, her own moans turning into desperate cries. 'Yes, fuck me harder! Stretch my slutty hole!' she demanded, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider, exposing everything to his ravaging.

After about two minutes of this savage pounding—his cock pistoning in and out, coated in her creamy juices, her pussy lips dragging along his shaft with each withdrawal—he started yelling, his voice breaking. 'I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!' His body tensed, thrusts becoming erratic and frantic. My wife reacted instantly, pulling off his cock with a wet pop, her pussy clenching around nothing as she spun around on her knees. She seized his throbbing member, slick with her essence, and plunged it into her mouth, sealing her lips tight around the base. David unloaded immediately, his cock erupting in thick ropes of hot cum that blasted against the back of her throat. He grunted like an animal, his body trembling violently, hips jerking as she swallowed every pulsing spurt, her tongue swirling to milk him dry. She sucked greedily, not spilling a drop, until his dick softened in her mouth, spent and twitching. He collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, eyes wide with stunned disbelief. 'That was... intense,' he rasped, still catching his breath.

I wasted no time, my own cock aching and rock-hard from the show. David watched, transfixed, as I positioned myself behind her. Her pussy was a wrecked, dripping mess—red and puffy from the abuse, cum and her juices leaking down her thighs. I grabbed my massive cock, the head already weeping pre-cum, and slammed it into her wet hole without mercy. She screamed in pleasure, her back arching as I stretched her even wider than David had, my girth splitting her open. I fucked her wildly, my hips pistoning like a machine, balls slapping against her clit with every brutal thrust. The bed creaked under us, her ass jiggling from the force, and I could feel her walls convulsing around me, still sensitive from his load.

She reached down frantically, her fingers rubbing furious circles over her swollen clit, chasing her release as I railed her. 'Oh god, yes! Pound my married cunt!' she wailed, her body trembling on the edge. I couldn't hold back anymore—the sight of her like this, used and begging, pushed me over. With a roar, I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside her pussy, my cock pulsing as jet after jet of thick cum flooded her womb, mixing with whatever traces David might have left. At the exact same moment, she shattered into her first orgasm, her entire body shaking and convulsing, pussy clamping down on me like a fist, milking every drop from my balls. 'Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm a fucking whore!' she yelled, her voice raw and broken, waves of pleasure ripping through her as she squirted a little, her juices soaking my shaft and the sheets below.

I gripped her waist and ass cheeks hard, fingers sinking into her flesh, holding her in place to ensure she took it all—every last spurt of my seed painting her insides. Her orgasm dragged on, her hips bucking back involuntarily, prolonging the ecstasy until we both collapsed onto the bed in a tangled, sweat-drenched heap, breaths ragged and hearts pounding. David's eyes were still glued to us, a mix of exhaustion and lingering arousal on his face, as the room fell into a heavy, satisfied silence broken only by our heavy panting.

David was still reeling from his explosive orgasm, his thick cock glistening with a mix of his own hot seed and my wife's creamy juices, yet it remained rock-hard and throbbing in his fist as he lazily stroked it. The raw hunger in his eyes as he devoured my wife's sweat-slicked body—like she was a prime cut of fuckmeat he couldn't get enough of—sent a fresh surge of arousal through me.

"Fuck her again!" I commanded in a gravelly, authoritative tone that brooked no argument. Without hesitation, David lunged back onto the king-sized hotel bed, positioning his muscular frame over her as she lay sprawled on her back, her chest heaving while waves of her first climax still rippled through her quivering form. He seized her toned thighs in his strong grip, yanking them apart with brute force until her knees nearly touched the mattress on either side, exposing her swollen, cum-drooling pussy to the cool air.

"Round two already?" My wife gasped, her voice husky and breathless, a wicked smile curling her lips even as she fought to steady her ragged breathing. David didn't waste words; he aligned his veiny shaft with her sopping entrance and slammed forward, burying every inch of his rigid length into her cum-filled cunt in one savage thrust. As he hilted himself balls-deep, a thick glob of my earlier load oozed out around his invading cock, coating his heavy sack and trickling down her ass crack. Each time he withdrew—his hips pistoning like a machine—strands of our mingled semen clung to his glistening shaft, stretching and snapping obscenely before he plunged back in, churning her sloppy hole into a frothy mess.

No rookie moves from this stud; I'd later learn he'd plowed through a few threesomes back in college, honing that relentless stamina. The lewd symphony filled the room—the wet, squelching slaps of his cum-slicked cock ravaging her stretched pussy, his low-hanging balls smacking rhythmically against her ass cheeks, and my wife's escalating moans turning into guttural cries of ecstasy. He hammered into her without mercy, his mouth crashing down on hers in a sloppy, tongue-lashing kiss while his free hands mauled her full, bouncing tits. He pinched and twisted her stiff nipples hard enough to make her arch off the bed, kneading the soft flesh like dough as he rutted deeper, his pubic bone grinding against her swollen clit with every brutal drive.

Minutes blurred into a frenzy of sweat and skin, her body tensing as the second orgasm built like a storm. "Oh fuck, yes—harder!" she wailed, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails. David growled in response, his pace turning feral, pounding her gushing cunt until she shattered—her pussy clamping down like a vise on his pistoning rod, inner walls convulsing as she squirted a hot gush of her arousal around him. That vise-like grip milked him over the edge; with a primal roar that echoed off the hotel walls—loud enough to wake the neighbors—he buried himself to the root and unleashed torrent after torrent of thick, ropey cum straight into her womb, flooding her already-overflowing depths until it bubbled out in creamy rivulets with each final twitch of his cock.

It was a mesmerizing sight: her legs locked around his waist, trembling as she rode the aftershocks, his ass clenching with every spurt painting her insides white. David finally collapsed beside her, both of them panting like marathon runners, chests slick with perspiration and the musky scent of sex thick in the air.

"Best fuck of my life," David rasped, his voice raw, a dazed grin splitting his face as he wiped sweat from his brow.

"I'm glad you like this pussy," my wife purred back, her body still quaking, one hand idly tracing the mess leaking from her ravaged slit as she caught her breath.

I grabbed the massive black dildo from the nightstand—its girthy, veined length easily ten inches of unyielding silicone—and handed it to her. David's eyes bulged, locking onto the toy like it was a weapon of pure depravity. "Holy shit, that's a monster dildo," he muttered, his spent cock twitching back to attention at the sight.

"She's not done yet," I growled, watching as she spread her legs wider, her fingers dipping to her engorged clit, circling it furiously while she teased the dildo's bulbous head against her puffy, cum-smeared labia. Her pussy gaped slightly from David's rough stretching—a pink, inviting void begging to be filled again, our combined loads seeping out in sticky trails. I climbed onto the bed on my knees beside her head, my own cock throbbing painfully hard once more. Grabbing a fistful of her tousled hair, I yanked her face toward me and shoved my leaking tip past her plush lips, forcing her to suckle greedily as her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside.

My wife gripped the dildo with both hands, the knuckles whitening as she pressed it forward, inch by girthy inch breaching her sloppy entrance. A lewd schlorp echoed as the head popped inside, displacing a fresh wave of cum that splattered onto the rumpled sheets below. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations humming through my shaft as she worked more of the beast in, her pussy lips stretching taut around its unforgiving girth. "Mmmph—fuck, it's so big," she slurped out between bobs on my dick, her hips bucking involuntarily to take it deeper.

David propped himself up on an elbow for a front-row view, his hand drifting to stroke his re-hardening cock. "I can't believe this slutty shit is real," he breathed, mesmerized by the way her cunt devoured the toy, juices and semen frothing at the base with each twist and push.

Emboldened by our rapt attention, my wife ramped up the assault—ramming the dildo in and out with savage force, the slick sounds of her self-fucking growing louder and more obscene. Her free hand mauled her clit in frantic circles, tits jiggling wildly as she chased her peak. The room filled with her muffled screams around my thrusting cock, her throat bulging as I face-fucked her harder. Suddenly, her body seized—eyes rolling back, pussy spasming violently around the buried dildo as her third orgasm ripped through her. She gushed hard, a clear spray arcing from her stuffed slit, soaking the sheets and David's thigh nearby.

The sight and feel of her convulsing mouth pushed me past the brink. I pulled out with a wet pop, fisting my cock furiously over her heaving chest. With a deep grunt, I erupted—thick jets of cum splattering across her tits, painting her nipples and cleavage in pearly ropes that dripped down her sides.

Lost in her bliss, my wife left the dildo lodged deep in her pulsing pussy, twisting it once more for good measure before scooping up my load with her fingers. She smeared it lewdly over her breasts, rubbing the warm seed into her skin like lotion. "You like that? You like this dirty fucking wife?" she taunted, locking eyes with David, her voice a sultry challenge laced with post-orgasmic haze.

His expression was pure shock and awe—jaw slack, cock fully erect again, the young buck utterly entranced by her uninhibited display.

Finally, my wife eased the dildo free with a satisfied sigh, a final gush of cum following it out. She grabbed a towel from the nightstand, wiping the sticky mess from her chest with lazy swipes. "I have to hit the bathroom, boys," she said with a playful wink, sliding off the bed on wobbly legs. "Don't go anywhere—we've got more fun ahead."

David climbed back onto the rumpled bed, his muscular body still glistening with a sheen of sweat and drying cum, his eyes wide with utter disbelief as if this whole filthy night couldn't possibly be real. 'Thank you for this moment,' he said, his voice thick with awe, locking eyes with me before turning to my wife. 'Your wife is incredible... so fucking hot. I can't believe I just railed her twice.'

'This is something straight out of a porn flick,' he added, shaking his head, his spent cock twitching slightly as he replayed the scenes in his mind.

'I'm glad you enjoyed yourself,' I replied with a smirk, glancing at the bathroom door. 'I can tell my wife likes you—a lot. Maybe you can join us again another time. We've got plenty more where that came from.'

Just then, the hiss of the shower echoed from the adjoining bathroom, steam already curling under the door. My wife cracked it open, her naked body framed in the humid glow, rivulets of water already tracing her curves. 'I'm taking a quick rinse,' she called out, her voice playful and inviting. 'The door's unlocked if you guys need the bathroom. Don't be shy.'

'Thank you,' David and I chorused back, our tones laced with lingering lust.

'I do need to go,' David admitted, standing and padding toward the bathroom, his ass flexing with each step. A minute or two passed, the toilet flushing faintly, but he didn't emerge. Curiosity—and my own full bladder—pulled me to the door. I knocked lightly. 'Come in,' my wife sang out, her words muffled by the cascading water.

Pushing the door open, the sight hit me like a punch: steam billowed from the expansive glass-enclosed shower, and there they were, my wife and David under the dual sprays—one overhead like a tropical rain, the other a handheld wand on the tiled wall. Water sluiced over their bodies, washing away the evidence of our debauchery. 'He needed to clean up too,' she explained with a naughty grin, her soapy hand wrapped around his semi-erect cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip, coaxing it back to life with firm, twisting pumps. David looked right at home, his palms lathered with body wash as he massaged her heavy tits, thumbs circling her erect nipples before pinching them roughly, making her gasp.

'Come join us,' she beckoned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I took a quick piss at the sink, then stripped off my remaining clothes and stepped into the steamy enclosure. The hot water pounded my skin as I positioned myself behind her, sandwiching her lithe body between our hard frames—David in front, me pressing against her slick back. I grabbed a squirt of soap from the dispenser, working it into a froth between my palms before sliding them down to her firm ass cheeks, kneading the soapy flesh, my fingers dipping into her crack to tease her puckered hole. David focused on her front, his hands roaming her sudsy breasts, squeezing and slapping them lightly as the water rinsed the lather away in foamy trails.

My wife's hands were busy too, one gripping my thickening shaft, the other David's, stroking us both in tandem—long, deliberate pulls that had our cocks swelling to full hardness under the relentless spray. She sank to her knees on the tiled floor with a sultry moan, the water streaming over her upturned face as she latched onto David's rigid dick first. Her lips stretched wide around his veiny girth, sucking hungrily, tongue lashing the underside while her cheeks hollowed with vacuum pressure. I fisted her wet hair, taking control, yanking her head back and forth between us—guiding her from his cock to mine, her mouth a hot, sloppy tunnel alternating between our throbbing lengths. David threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut in bliss, one hand shampooing his hair while the other braced against the wall, his hips bucking instinctively into her eager throat.

She spun on her knees, facing me now, and engulfed my semi-hard cock, bobbing deep until her nose pressed against my pubes, gagging slightly but powering through with sloppy enthusiasm. Her free hand reached back, grabbing David's firm ass and pulling him closer until our legs brushed—thighs sliding against thighs, cocks inches apart. I expected him to flinch, but the kid leaned in, his body heat mingling with mine under the downpour. My wife seized the moment, pressing our slick shafts together, the velvety friction of skin on skin sending jolts through me as she took turns sucking—first David's tip, then mine, her tongue flicking between them. She pushed his boundaries deliberately, grinding our cocks against each other, trying to cram both bulbous heads past her stretched lips at once, her mouth a messy, drooling attempt at a double blowjob that had us both rock-hard and leaking pre-cum into the swirling water.

'Let's take this back to the bedroom,' she purred finally, rising and shutting off the taps. She stepped out, snagging a towel to pat herself dry haphazardly, her skin still flushed and dewy. David and I followed, cocks bobbing stiffly, droplets trailing behind us.

The moment we crossed the threshold, still semi-damp and steaming, David couldn't hold back. He grabbed my wife by the hips, spinning her around and slamming her chest-first against the cool wall with a thud. 'Fuck, I need this pussy again,' he growled, kicking her legs apart and aligning his iron-hard cock with her dripping slit. In one brutal thrust, he speared into her from behind, his balls slapping her clit as he buried himself balls-deep. She cried out, bracing her palms flat against the wall, ass arched back to meet his pounding rhythm—wet smacks echoing as he railed her relentlessly, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise.

I toweled off slowly, mesmerized by the sight of this young stud fucking my wife for the third time tonight. "Impressive" didn't cover it; most guys tapped out after one or two loads, but David hammered her like a machine, her moans rising in pitch, tits swinging wildly with each savage plunge. Her pussy clenched audibly around him, juices squirting down her thighs.

'Let's move to the bed,' I suggested, my voice husky with renewed hunger. 'Time to end this the right way.'

My wife knew exactly what I meant, her eyes lighting up with wicked anticipation. She pulled off David's pistoning cock with a wet pop, a string of her arousal connecting them briefly, then guided him to the center of the mattress. 'Lie back, legs spread,' she commanded, and he obeyed, his thick shaft jutting upward like a flagpole. She straddled him, leaning down for a deep, tongue-twisting kiss, shoving her tits into his face so he could suck and bite her nipples hungrily. Satisfied, she gripped his base and sank down, impaling her soaked cunt on his length with a guttural moan, starting a slow, grinding ride—hips circling to grind her clit against his pubis, then bouncing harder, her ass cheeks rippling with each descent.

I rummaged in the dresser drawer for the lube, squirting a generous amount into my palm and slathering it over my throbbing cock until it gleamed. Climbing onto the bed behind her, I parted her cheeks, drizzling more lube directly onto her tight asshole, working a finger in to loosen her up while she continued riding David. 

I watched them for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. The sight of their bodies entwined was intoxicating, and I couldn't wait to join them. Climbing onto the bed behind her, I parted her cheeks, drizzling more lube directly onto her tight asshole. I worked a finger in to loosen her up while she continued riding David, her moans filling the room.

"You like that, don't you?" I whispered in her ear, my voice husky with desire. "You love having two cocks inside you."

"Yes," she gasped, her hips bucking against David's. "Fuck, yes. I need both of you."

I couldn't resist the temptation. As I prepared to enter her, the tip of my cock brushed against David's slick shaft, the forbidden contact sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I hesitated for a moment, but David didn't flinch. He looked back at me, his eyes filled with lust and encouragement.

"Don't stop," he said, his voice a low growl. "Fuck her with me."

Emboldened, I stroked his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, the sensation driving me wild. I couldn't help myself—I cupped his balls, feeling their weight in my palm. He moaned, his hips bucking against Liz's.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "That feels so good."

Liz's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, her nails digging into David's back.

I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I entered her, the tightness of her pussy enveloping me. The sensation was incredible, the heat and wetness driving me wild.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, my hips moving in sync with David's. "You feel so good."

Liz's body was sandwiched between us, her moans and gasps filling the room. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls, a symphony of lust and desire. I could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling in my stomach like a spring.

"Fuck me harder," Liz begged, her voice breathless. "I need more."

David and I obeyed, our thrusts growing more urgent, more desperate. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my cock almost unbearable.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, my hips bucking wildly. "I'm going to come."

"Come inside me," Liz begged, her voice a desperate plea. "Fill me up."

With a final, desperate thrust, I exploded, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my hot seed. David followed soon after, his cock twitching as he came, his moans mingling with ours.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Liz turned to me, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"That was incredible," she said, her voice soft and breathless. "Thank you for the fuck."

Exhausted and satisfied, my wife and I crashed out on the cum-stained sheets, her head on my chest, drifting into a deep, satisfied sleep.

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