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The Poolside Invitation

The late afternoon sun painted the shimmering turquoise water of the pool in dazzling, dappled gold. Misty lay back on a plush lounger, her curvy form slick with a sheen of sunscreen and summer heat. The tiny strings of her black bikini barely contained her full breasts, and the swell of her hips and perfect, round butt dipped into the plush cushion beneath her. A small, intricate tattoo of a crescent moon peeked from just above her hip bone, glittering with a stray drop of water. She watched her husband, Craig, moving with that familiar, playful confidence she adored.

He was perched on the edge of the pool, his powerful legs dangling in the water. The sheer size of him, particularly the thick bulge prominently outlined by his tight swim trunks, made her mouth water. He caught her gaze and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes dark with intent.

"Having fun watching me, baby?" he called out, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the humid air.

Misty felt a blush creep up her neck, a paradoxical mix of shyness and deep, unashamed desire. "Maybe," she replied, her voice softer, a playful challenge.

Just then, the gate latch clicked open. Bradley strode into the patio, his tall, muscular frame momentarily blocking the sun. His own swim trunks hung low on his hips, showcasing a torso mapped with intricate tattoos that swirled over defined abs and powerful shoulders. A well-groomed beard framed his confident smile, and his bright blue eyes scanned the scene, instantly landing on Misty with an appreciative glint that was anything but subtle.

"Hey, fellas," Bradley's voice was a smooth baritone as he dropped a cooler onto the patio table. "Hope I'm not interrupting."

Craig's grin only widened. "Not at all, man. Perfect timing. Misty was just getting a little restless." He stood up, water sluicing down his chest, and moved to his wife. His large hands settled on her waist, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above her bikini line. "Weren't you, gorgeous?"

Misty's breath hitched as Craig's dominant presence enveloped her. She could feel Bradley's intense gaze on them, a silent, thrilling audience of one. Craig leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Show our guest what he's been missing," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. His command was clear, thrilling, and shot a bolt of pure heat straight to her core.

Hesitating for only a heartbeat, Misty let her shyness morph into something daring. Her brown eyes, shiny and wide, locked with Bradley's blue ones as her hands slowly, deliberately, slid down her own body. Her fingers traced the curve of her breasts, plumping them over the top of the bikini top, before traveling lower, over the soft plane of her stomach. She paused just at the apex of her thighs, a silent, explicit question hanging in the thick, sultry air between the three of them. Craig watched, his expression one of utter pride and possession, while Bradley’s playful smile had melted into something far more serious, far more hungry. The game had begun.

Chapter 2 "Good girl," Craig murmured, his voice thick with approval as he watched his wife hold Bradley's intense gaze. His hands stayed anchored at her waist, possessive and guiding, while Bradley took a deliberate step closer. The air crackled with unspoken permission, thick with chlorine and the musky scent of sunscreen and male sweat.

Bradley's eyes never left Misty's as he slowly lowered himself onto his knees before her lounger. "You're even more stunning up close," he said, his voice dropping to an intimate rasp. "Craig wasn't exaggerating." His gaze swept over her glistening skin, lingering on the crescent moon tattoo before tracing the tiny strings of her bikini bottoms, where a darker patch of damp fabric hinted at her arousal. "Do you like being watched, Misty?"

Craig answered for her, his fingers tightening slightly on her hips. "She loves it. Don't you, baby? Show him how much you love it." His command was a low thrum against her spine.

Her shyness melted under the heat of their combined attention. Emboldened, Misty let her knees fall open just a fraction, a silent, wet invitation. Bradley's eyes darkened, his own breathing noticeably shallower.

"That's it," Craig coaxed, his thumbs tracing slow circles just above the edge of her bikini bottoms. "Let him see what he's been thinking about all afternoon."

Without breaking eye contact, Bradley reached out, his knuckles brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The touch was electric, sending a jolt that made her gasp. His thumb pressed gently against the damp center of her bikini bottoms, finding the hard nub of her clit through the thin fabric. He applied a slow, steady pressure that made her hips twitch upward, seeking more.

"Fuck, you're so responsive," Bradley breathed, his own cock straining visibly against his trunks. He looked up at Craig. "She's perfect."

"She's mine," Craig stated, the dominance in his voice undeniable even as he shared her. "And tonight, she's ours. But we're just getting started." He leaned down, his lips finding Misty's ear again. "Tell him what you want next, gorgeous. Use your words."

Misty's voice was a breathy, shaky thing. "Touch me… please."

Bradley didn't need to be told twice. His fingers hooked into the side of her bikini bottoms, and with a slow, deliberate pull, he began to slide them down her thighs.

Chapter 2 "That's my girl," Craig growled, his voice thick with possessive pride. His guiding hands left her hips and cupped her shoulders, gently but firmly urging her to slide off the lounger and onto her knees on the warm patio pavers. "Show our boy what that pretty mouth is for." The shift in position made her head spin, placing her squarely between the two men, Craig standing behind her, Bradley looming before her.

Her husband’s fingers threaded through her damp brown hair, holding her steady, while Bradley took another step closer. The pronounced bulge in his swim trunks was now right at her eye level, the fabric straining over his impressive length.

“Go on, Misty,” Bradley encouraged, his voice a husky rasp. “Don’t be shy now. I’ve been dying to feel those lips.”

Craig’s dominant gaze burned into the back of her neck, his approval a palpable force that washed away the last of her hesitation. With a newfound confidence that felt both alien and intoxicating, her hands came up to the waistband of Bradley’s trunks. She hooked her fingers in them and pulled down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and hard, the head already glistening with anticipation. It was every bit as impressive as Craig’s, and the sight sent a fresh wave of wet heat flooding her own core.

Looking up through her lashes at Bradley, she leaned forward, her full lips parting. Her tongue darted out first, a shy, tentative lick across the broad head to taste the salty pre-cum beading there. A ragged groan rumbled from Bradley’s chest.

“Yes, just like that,” Craig murmured from behind her, his voice a dark, encouraging whisper. “Take him in. Show him how good you are.”

Fueled by his command, she opened wider and took the head into her mouth, sinking down slowly onto his rigid shaft. The stretch was delicious, filling her mouth completely. A soft, choked moan vibrated against his skin as she began to move, her head bobbing in a slow, tentative rhythm guided by Craig’s firm hands in her hair. Bradley’s own hands came to rest on her shoulders, his grip tightening as he watched her worship him, his blue eyes glazed with lust.

Chapter 3 Craig’s large hands, slick with sunscreen, moved from her shoulders down the curve of her spine, his touch both possessive and guiding. While Misty maintained her rhythm on Bradley’s thick cock, her head bobbing steadily as he groaned above her, Craig knelt behind her. His strong fingers hooked into the sides of her soaked bikini bottoms and pulled them down her thighs, exposing her perfect, round ass to the humid evening air.

“That’s it, baby. Keep going,” Craig murmured, his voice a dark, approving rumble. His thumbs pressed into the plump flesh of her cheeks, spreading them wide open. The cool air against her most intimate parts made her shiver, a stark contrast to the heat building inside her.

Bradley’s fingers tightened in her hair, his hips giving an involuntary buck as her mouth worked him perfectly. “Fuck, Misty… your mouth is incredible,” he grunted, his eyes locked on the lewd display behind her.

Craig spit into his palm, the sound crude and wet, then slicked his own massive cock, the one Misty knew so well. The broad head rubbed against her slick entrance, teasing for just a moment before he began to push inside her from behind. The dual sensation was overwhelming—the stretch of Craig filling her pussy while her own mouth was stretched wide around Bradley. A muffled, desperate moan vibrated against Bradley’s shaft.

“Look at that,” Craig growled, his voice thick with lust as he began a slow, deep rhythm, his hips meeting her ass with each thrust. “Look at her take us both. All ours.”

Bradley groaned in agreement, his gaze dropping from Craig’s possessive stare to watch Misty’s lips gliding up and down his length. His thumb stroked her cheek. “You’re a fucking dream.”

Misty was lost in the sensation, a toy between two powerful men, her body a conduit of their shared pleasure. Craig’s pace intensified, his grip on her hips bruisingly perfect as he drove into her, each thrust pushing her further onto Bradley, creating a perfect, filthy rhythm where she was utterly filled, utterly claimed.

Chapter 4 Craig’s rhythm faltered, his deep thrusts into Misty’s slick heat slowing to a deliberate, rocking grind. He leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against her back, his voice a dark, commanding whisper in her ear. "You're doing so good, baby. But our friend here looks a little left out." His hands slid from her hips to Bradley’s powerful waist, pulling him closer until the head of Bradley’s cock nudged Misty’s parted lips again.

Bradley’s blue eyes flicked from Misty’s mouth up to Craig’s intense gaze, a question and an answer passing between them in the heavy air. "Fuck, man," Bradley breathed, his voice strained with more than just the attention from Misty’s mouth.

"Trust me," Craig rumbled, his voice leaving no room for doubt. He spat into his palm again, the sound crude and wet, and reached between Bradley’s muscular thighs. His thick fingers slicked over Bradley’s tight entrance, pressing insistently. Bradley groaned, a ragged, surrendering sound, and leaned forward, bracing his hands on Misty’s shoulders as Craig began to press into him with the blunt head of his cock.

The sensation of Craig’s thick length stretching him open made Bradley’s entire body shudder. He gasped, his hips jerking forward, forcing himself deeper into Misty’s waiting mouth. She took him willingly, her moans vibrating around his shaft as she watched the raw, intimate scene unfold behind half-lidded eyes. Craig’s powerful thrusts into Bradley’s ass began, a slow, claiming rhythm that pushed Bradley forward, making him fuck Misty’s face in a matching, relentless pace.

"That's it," Craig growled, his voice thick with dominance and lust. "Take us both. You’re our perfect little slut, aren’t you?" His hands gripped Bradley’s hips hard, controlling the motion, driving his cock deep into Bradley’s tight heat while Bradley, in turn, filled Misty’s throat. The three of them were connected in a perfect, twisted chain of pleasure, a symphony of ragged breaths and wet, slapping skin under the dimming evening sky. Misty was utterly claimed, used, and worshipped between them, her body singing with the intensity of their shared possession.

Chapter 4 Craig drew his thick, slick cock out of Bradley's tight heat, the sound wet and raw in the humid evening air. With a firm, commanding grip on Bradley's hips, he guided him down onto the warm pavement. "On your knees, Brad. Face her. Show my wife what that mouth can really do."

Bradley, breathless and shuddering from being so thoroughly filled, didn't hesitate. He moved between Misty's outstretched legs, his blue eyes dark with hunger as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy, swollen and exposed. Misty lay back, propped on her elbows, her breath catching as she watched her husband position himself behind his best friend once more. The thick head of Craig's cock nudged against Bradley's entrance again, making Bradley gasp and arch his back.

"Go on, Brad," Craig growled, his voice a low command as he began to push back inside, his movements slow and deliberate. "Taste her. Make her scream for us."

As Craig's length slid deep into him, Bradley moaned, the vibration tingling against Misty’s sensitive flesh. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue lashing her clit with an expert, relentless pressure. Misty cried out, her head falling back as sensation overloaded her. The dual sight was the most erotic thing she'd ever witnessed—her husband's powerful thrusts into Bradley's ass, and Bradley's face buried between her thighs, his tongue working magic on her aching core.

"Fuck, yes! Right there!" she begged, her hips bucking against his mouth. Craig's pace intensified, each deep thrust into Bradley driving Bradley's face harder against her, his tongue plunging into her wet heat. The pressure built inside her, coiling impossibly tight. She was caught between them, a conduit of shared ecstasy, watching Craig's massive cock disappear into Bradley again and again.

Bradley groaned into her pussy, the sound muffled and hungry, his own arousal evident as he lapped at her, drinking her in. Craig’s grip on Bradley’s hips tightened, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more possessive. "That's it, take it," Craig snarled, his own climax building. "You're both so fucking perfect."

Misty felt the orgasm rip through her, a violent, shuddering wave that made her scream out into the twilight. Bradley drank her release greedily, his tongue milking every last convulsion as her body trembled uncontrollably. The intense suction of his mouth, combined with the visual of her husband fucking him ruthlessly, sent her into a second, overlapping climax that left her gasping and boneless.

Above her, Bradley tensed, a raw, guttural groan tearing from his throat as Craig’s rhythm became erratic, brutal. "I'm gonna— fuck, Craig, I'm gonna—" Bradley choked out, his body tightening around Craig's shaft.

Craig buried himself to the hilt with a final, powerful thrust, his own release crashing over him. "Come for me, Brad," he commanded, his voice ragged. "Take my cum." He held himself deep, pulsing as he emptied himself into Bradley's clenching heat, his hot seed filling him completely. Bradley cried out, his own orgasm hitting him, his body shuddering between them as he spilled onto the pavement beneath Misty.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the distant chirp of crickets. Craig slowly pulled out, and Bradley collapsed forward, his head resting on Misty’s thigh, both of them spent and glistening with sweat.

Craig knelt behind them, his large hands stroking Misty’s hip and Bradley’s back possessively. "My good girl," he murmured to Misty, his voice soft now. "My good boy," he added, his thumb rubbing circles on Bradley's spine. They lay there in the cooling air, a tangled, satisfied heap under the first hints of starlight, completely and utterly claimed.

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