I stood at the bedroom mirror fastening a gold hoop, watching the curve of my collarbone rise and fall. The green summer dress I’d pulled from the back of the closet surprised me, it fit, it flattered, it made my eyes look brighter. My husband’s reflection appeared behind me, phone pressed to his ear, his expression already grim.
“Babe, I’m so sorry,” he said after hanging up. “Just got a phone call. Major outage. I have to go in.”
My stomach dropped, then smoothed. This was familiar, plans changed, dinners interrupted, his job pulling him away at the worst moments. “It’s fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’ll stop by for a little, say hi for us both. You can owe me a dance.”
He came over, kissed the crown of my head, and squeezed my shoulders. “Go have fun. Please. You look… incredible.”
The warmth in his voice caught me off guard. I wanted to tell him that most days I felt like a collection of lists and things to do around the house, not “incredible.” But I didn’t. Instead, I let the compliment settle in as I slipped on some beige slides and grabbed a cardigan.
The party two doors down hummed when I arrived, laughter, music, glasses clinking. Strings of lights draped across the backyard. Mark and Lina, the couple hosting, spotted me immediately. Mark waved like he’d been waiting, his shoulders filling out a navy polo. Lina glided toward me in a silk camisole and trousers.
“Jules!” she said, kissing my cheek. “That dress is perfect on you.”
Heat bloomed in my face. “Thank you. Your place looks amazing.”
“All him,” she said, tipping her chin toward Mark with a smile that warmed the edges. “Come inside. Wine?”
It should have felt like any other neighborhood gathering, small talk, polite laughter, stories I’d heard before. But it didn’t. They stayed near, without hovering, their attention wrapping around me. Mark leaned in when I spoke, nodding like the details mattered. Lina laughed at my jokes, her eyes holding mine a fraction too long. Their presence was subtle but constant.
Time blurred. Guests filtered out with hugs and promises of brunch. Music lowered. At some point I realized it was only the three of us leaning at the kitchen island, empty glasses between us. I glanced at the clock and tucked a strand of hairs behind my ear.
“I should head out,” I said lightly, although I felt like the night shouldn’t be over. “I promised I wouldn’t stay too late.”
“No hurry,” Lina said. Her fingers brushed my arm as she spoke, a casual glide that lingered a bit too long. “You could stay a little longer. Sit. Relax.”
My pulse quickened. Still, I let them lead me into the living room. Mark turned on a lamp, the light low, and patted the couch. I expected them to take chairs. They didn’t. They sat on either side of me, his arm along the back of the couch, her hand light on my knee.
“You were wonderful tonight,” Mark said after a pause, voice pitched low. “It was hard not to want to monopolize your attention.”
I laughed nervously, eyes dropping. “I doubt that.”
“I don’t,” Lina said. Her hand slid a little higher. “You have this way of listening, like you see people. It makes you… unforgettable.”
Warmth spread under her touch. I thought I should move away. I didn’t. His thumb stroked my shoulder. My body thrummed, part nerves, part something hungrier.
“You’re beautiful,” Mark murmured.
“So beautiful,” Lina echoed, her voice softer. “And tense. Let us take care of you.”
“I shouldn’t,” I whispered, but the words were thin, fragile.
Lina’s hand reached the inside of my thigh and paused. She turned my face toward hers, so close I could feel her breath. “You choose,” she said. “Tell me to stop, and I will. Or lean in.”
Two tracks ran through my mind, one listing all the reasons this was wrong, the other pulsing with need. I wanted something that wasn’t kids and schedules and tired kisses before bed. I wanted to be wanted.
I leaned in.
Her lips were soft, certain, and I gasped into the kiss before melting into it. Mark groaned low beside me, the sound rough in his chest. His hand slid down, cupping my breast with a gentleness that made my chest tighten. He tugged one strap of my dress aside, my breast slipping free, and his mouth closed around my nipple, warm, wet, careful until his teeth grazed and I shivered. Lina’s hand pressed between my thighs, over the damp fabric, and my hips lifted into her touch before I could think to stop them.
“Oh,” I gasped, my head dropping back against the cushion. Her hand slipped under my panties, two fingers sliding inside, curling in a way that made my breath stutter.
“She’s so ready,” Lina whispered against my lips.
Mark’s mouth stayed at my chest, his tongue circling, his other hand squeezing, kneading. I could barely breathe, could only gasp, “God, that feels so good.”
The couch, the lamp, the party, all gone. Just her fingers moving, his mouth sucking, my body unraveling.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Lina said, her eyes on mine as her thumb pressed my clit.
“Beautiful,” Mark echoed, kissing up my throat.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t say no. My body had already chosen.
Lina stood first, lacing her fingers with mine. “Come,” she said, her smile wide and genuine.
We moved down the hall together, the house quieter here, no music, just the drum of my pulse. She slipped her camisole over her head without breaking stride, letting it fall behind her. A few steps later she shimmied out of her trousers, kicking them aside so that by the time we reached the bedroom door she wore nothing but a pair of black lace panties. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sway of her ass as she walked ahead of me, the lace clinging and shifting with every step.
Behind us, I heard the low rasp of a zipper, the rustle of fabric, Mark undressing. I didn’t dare look back, but the sound raised goosebumps along my arms.
The bedroom was cool, the air smelling faintly of cotton and Lina’s perfume. She pressed me back onto the bed with a playful push, the mattress dipping under my weight. For a moment I stared at the ceiling, guilt pricking through the haze. My husband’s text still sat unanswered on my phone, “love you, good luck.” For half a second I thought I might get up, smooth my dress, walk home.
Then Lina straddled my hips, her hair falling around our faces like a curtain, and any thought of leaving evaporated, like it had never even been an option.
“You’re even prettier laid out like this,” she murmured, brushing her thumb across my cheekbone. “Relax for me.”
I nodded too fast. “I… okay.”
Her kiss was slower now, coaxing. I melted under it. Her hands skimmed my ribs, my waist, learning me.
At the edge of my vision, Mark leaned in the doorway, naked, the width of his chest catching the light. But it wasn’t his chest that made my stomach twist, it was the hard cock jutting out from his body, thick and heavy, impossible to ignore. The sheer size of him made my pulse skip. How could something like that ever fit inside me?
Lina followed my glance and smiled. “Don’t worry,” she whispered against my mouth. “I’ll get you ready.”
Her kisses trailed lower, my throat, my sternum, the soft curve of my breast. She tugged my dress and my panties down in one practiced motion, and I lifted my hips without thinking. She hummed, pleased, and settled between my thighs.
The first flick of her tongue startled me, light and teasing, and I gasped, fingers tightening in the sheets. She didn’t rush, didn’t press harder, just licked me in slow, deliberate strokes, tasting, savoring. Each pass was unhurried, like she was learning me with her mouth. My hips twitched, restless, but she held me steady, her tongue gliding lower and then back up again, circling in a rhythm that built heat without mercy.
By the time she flattened her tongue and dragged it the full length of me, my back arched clean off the mattress.
“Ooohhhh…” The sound tore out of me raw, surprised, helpless. No one had ever taken their time like this, savoring me as if she were the one being pleasured.
She circled my clit, not hard, not fast, just steady, patient. My fingers threaded into her hair, not pushing, just needing to hold on. She angled her head, licked lower, then slid back up, each pass dragging heat out of me until my chest heaved. The room shrank to nothing but her mouth and the wet sound of her tongue.
“Please,” I whispered, shocked by how quickly the plea came. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” she murmured, and the hum of her words against me made my hips jolt.
Mark came closer, his palm smoothing over my thigh. He kissed the inside of my knee, there was something grounding in the gentleness.
“Breathe,” he said, steady and quiet.
I tried, I did, but the pressure climbed too fast. My body shook, my voice broke. The orgasm came sudden and sharp, a cry spilling out of me before I could stop it. Lina didn’t rush me past it, didn’t let go. She held me in it, let me ride the shudders until I slumped against the bed, boneless, panting.
She kissed her way back up and pressed her mouth to mine, my taste on her lips. “Good,” she murmured, smiling. “So good.”
A shaky laugh broke out of me. “I… God.” Words scattered like loose beads. “That was…”
“Delicious,” she said, her confidence making my throat ache.
“Are you ready for the real thing?” Lina asked.
“Yes,” I moaned into her lips, my voice raw, desperate. “Yes, yes….” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, reckless and bare.
Mark’s hands clamped around my thighs and dragged me down the bed until I was flush with the edge. Lina shifted, straddling me, her slick heat hovering just above my mouth. She guided herself down, and I opened my mouth willingly, tasting her for the first time, my tongue tracing her folds, my lips sealing around her clit.
At the same time, I felt him, the heavy length of his cock, hot and thick, rubbing along my folds. Slow, deliberate strokes that made my hips buck helplessly. The head slipped up, catching my clit, then back down, teasing me until I whimpered into Lina’s pussy.
The tension was unbearable. I angled my hips, trying to take him inside, craving the stretch. Lina ground down on my mouth, moaning, and I drank her. Then, finally, my hips tilted just right, and the broad head of his cock pushed in.
I groaned into Lina, my tongue faltering as the stretch stole my breath. He eased another inch, and another, each one prying me open further until my body quaked around him. Lina rocked harder against my mouth, her cries growing higher, and I let her use me even as Mark filled me.
When he bottomed out, grinding against my cervix, my vision blurred white at the edges. He held there, buried to the hilt, while Lina shuddered above me as her taste flooded my tongue, her thighs trembling around my face.
Her weight lifted as she sagged off to the side, and at the same moment Mark pulled back and slammed into me hard. My mouth broke free, and I screamed, the sound tearing out of me, raw and unrestrained.
“Ahhh…oh god…yes!”
My voice cracked into sobbing moans as he drove deeper, harder. His arms locked tight around my legs, pinning me open as he fucked me with relentless force, stretching me, molding me around him. Every thrust wrung another cry from my throat.
“Fuck…Mark…ohhh…don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
Lina crawled back on all fours beside me, her lips crashing onto mine, her kiss wild and messy.
Between moans she whispered, “I love the taste of my pussy on your tongue.”
The words made me shiver all over again, my body caught between his rhythm and her mouth on mine.
Mark’s hand slid down Lina’s spine, and then he slipped two fingers into her, curling deep. She moaned right into my mouth, the vibration buzzing through me as his cock pounded inside me. Pleasure came from everywhere at once, colliding, his thrusts, her kiss, her moans, until I broke apart again, my voice cracking into a ragged scream as I clutched at them both.
When he finally pulled out, the emptiness was sharp, immediate. I gasped, chest heaving, before my eyes widened at the sight of him lining up behind Lina. He gripped her hips and drove into her in one savage thrust, her cry echoing through the room as her body arched.
I crawled closer, still shaking, until I was beside her. I cupped her face, kissed her hard, pouring everything into it.
“This…” I whispered against her lips, “this is amazing.”
She moaned into the kiss, rocking back against him. “It isn’t over,” she gasped, laughing breathlessly. “Not by a long shot.”
Mark’s fist tangled in my hair, dragging me up onto my knees. His mouth crashed onto mine, hot and claiming, even as he pounded into his wife. The force of his thrusts shook through her body, through mine, every sound wet and primal.
He gripped her hips harder, pulling her back onto him with each thrust until the slap of his body against hers echoed off the walls. His other hand slid up her back, fisting in her hair the same way he held mine, forcing her to arch.
“Look at her, Jules,” he growled, his cock driving into her so deep her whole body jolted. “Look how perfect she takes me.”
Lina’s face twisted with pleasure, her hands clawing at the sheets, moans breaking into ragged cries as he fucked her rougher, harder, faster.
Lina’s cries turned into screams as her orgasm ripped through her, wild and shaking. Mark groaned deep as he slammed harder, spilling into her with a roar.
The sight set me off. I dropped between Lina’s thighs, my mouth cumming to her dripping pussy, licking her clean, tasting him and her together. Her sensitive body jolted under my tongue, pulsing, clenching, until she whimpered through the aftershocks.
I came up gasping, my mouth smeared with their cum, and grabbed her hair, dragging her mouth to mine. I kissed her hard, forcing the taste between us, tongues twisting in something filthy and hungry. I’d never done anything like this in my life, but I didn’t care. A feral need had taken hold of me, tight and unrelenting.
Mark watched, eyes burning, his cock already thickening again.
I licked my lips and teased, voice hoarse. “You’re going to give me a proper fucking this time, right?”
He growled low and grabbed me by the waist, yanking me back to the edge of the bed.
His grip on my waist was firm, almost bruising, as he dragged me down until I hung half off the bed. My legs dangled for a second before he hooked them over his forearms, spreading me wide. The blunt head of his cock pressed at my entrance, swollen, slick, demanding, and then he slammed in with no warning.
“Ahhh…fuck!” The cry ripped from my throat, raw and broken. My back arched off the mattress, hands clawing for the sheets as he filled me in one thrust. The stretch made my vision spark, my cry tumbling into a long, ragged moan.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. His hips hammered into me, fast and merciless, the bedframe groaning beneath us. My body jolted with every strike, breasts bouncing, cries spilling out without restraint. “God…Mark…ohhh god, yes!”
He leaned over me, sweat dripping onto my chest, as he drove deeper, harder, like he meant to split me open. Each thrust scraped something raw and aching inside me.
“I can’t…fuck, I’m gonna…” My words broke into sobs as heat coiled fast, my legs trembling where he pinned them against his body.
“That’s it,” he growled against my ear, his voice dark, feral. “Come on my cock, Jules. Show me how good you take it.”
I shattered. The orgasm hit sharp and violent, tearing a scream from my lungs. “Yes…yes, oh god yes, I’m cumming!” My whole body bucked against him, hips jerking, pussy clamping tight around his cock as wave after wave ripped through me. My thighs quivered uncontrollably, my breath broke into high, sobbing moans, and still he kept pounding, fucking me through it.
“Beautiful,” he groaned, holding me wide open, grinding into me as I shook. “God, you’re perfect like this.”
When the pulses finally eased, I sagged against the bed, limp, every muscle spent, chest heaving. He pulled out slowly, the sudden emptiness sharp enough to make me whimper.
But he wasn’t finished. His eyes burned as he rolled me onto my stomach, his hands rough but steady as he lifted my hips and held me in place. My cheek pressed into the pillow, my breath hot against the fabric. I whimpered, trembling, still raw from the last orgasm, but when the thick head of his cock pressed against me, my body opened without hesitation..
The thrust knocked the air out of me. “Ohhh…fuck!” I cried into the pillow, my arms clutching at the sheets. He filled me deep in one stroke, the stretch sharp and overwhelming, and before I could catch my breath he pulled back and slammed into me again.
The sound was obscene, the wet slap of his hips against mine, the creak of the bed, my muffled sobs breaking free with every stroke. “Yes…oh god, yes, harder!” My voice was wrecked, raw, nothing but need.
I pushed back to meet him, shameless, desperate, the rhythm pounding through me until I thought the mattress might split beneath us. His cock hit places inside me I hadn’t known existed, scraping every nerve raw, turning my body into nothing but moans and shudders.
A hand touched my face gently, coaxing me to lift my head. Lina was there on all fours beside me, her hair falling around her flushed face, her eyes burning with heat and tenderness all at once. She kissed me, soft at first, then hungrier as she felt me breaking apart under him.
“God, Jules,” she whispered against my lips. “You look incredible. You’re so beautiful with him inside you.”
Her words melted into me, and I kissed her back, messy, desperate, my tongue tangling with hers as Mark slammed harder, grinding me into the bed. Every thrust shook through me and into her mouth, our moans bleeding together until I couldn’t tell whose were whose.
I gasped into her kiss, my body tightening, the pressure unbearable. “I’m gonna…oh god, I’m gonna cum again!”
Mark’s grip on my hips tightened, dragging me back to meet every brutal thrust. The slap of skin filled the room, sharp and relentless. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just let the sounds tear out of me.
Lina’s mouth stayed on mine, swallowing each cry, each broken gasp. Her hand slid up, cupping my cheek tenderly even as I writhed against her lips. “You’re gorgeous, Jules,” she whispered between kisses. “So gorgeous like this.”
“Ohhh…god…yes!” I sobbed, my body jolting forward with the force of his cock slamming deep. My arms gave out, collapsing me onto my elbows, my face pressed into Lina’s shoulder. She kissed the sweat from my temple, soft and steady, grounding me even as I unraveled.
The pressure coiled viciously in my belly, too much, too sharp. My cries tumbled into her skin, incoherent. “Can’t…ahhh…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” Mark growled behind me, his voice ragged. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, grinding into that spot that made my vision spark. “Cum for me. Cum for us.”
Lina’s lips brushed my ear. “Let go, baby. You’re beautiful. Show us how good it feels.”
That did it. The coil snapped and I screamed, the orgasm ripping through me like a violent wave. My pussy clamped down so tight I felt Mark groan deep inside me, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as hot wetness spilled out of me.
“Yes,” Lina gasped, kissing me again, her tongue soft against mine as I shuddered. “You’re amazing, Jules. So, so beautiful.”
Mark kept pounding through my climax, each thrust dragging me higher, wringing out more cries until I collapsed against Lina completely, sobbing into her neck as my body convulsed around him.
Mark didn’t slow. Even when my body went limp, trembling against Lina, he kept me open on his cock, each stroke dragging broken sounds from my throat. When he finally pulled free, I sagged forward, dizzy with the emptiness.
Before I could recover, his arms slid under me and lifted me clean off the bed. I gasped, startled, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders. “Oh my god…Mark…”
“Relax,” he rumbled, his voice a low thunder against my skin. “I’ve got you.”
Two strides and my back hit the wall. The cool plaster shocked against my overheated skin as his weight pressed me into it. His cock, still slick, dragged along my folds, heavy, deliberate, teasing. I whimpered, hips rolling helplessly, chasing him.
“Please,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please, don’t tease me. I need it.”
He adjusted me higher, my heels digging into his back, and then he thrust up hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.
The scream tore out of me raw. “Ahhh…oh god, oh god!” My head slammed back against the wall as the stretch consumed me, deeper than I thought possible. Every nerve went white hot.
“That’s it,” he growled, grinding into me, holding me pinned like I was nothing but his to take. “You’re perfect. Taking every inch.”
I sobbed against his neck, nails biting into his shoulders. “It’s too much…oh god…it’s so much…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” he snarled, teeth scraping my throat as he pounded up into me. Each thrust shook the wall, rattled the frame, my body helpless in his grip. My moans rose higher, broken cries spilling without rhythm.
From the bed, Lina’s voice reached me, breathless and reverent. “God, Jules, look at you. Pinned up like a goddess, split open on him.”
Her words burned through me, shame and pride tangling into something wild. My cries pitched higher, desperate. “Ohhh…yes…yes…don’t stop…please don’t stop!”
The pressure snapped suddenly, violently. I screamed into his shoulder, my pussy clamping hard around him as the orgasm ripped me apart. Wave after wave crashed through me, my whole body convulsing in his hold.
“That’s it,” he groaned, pounding through my climax, his voice rough in my ear. “Cum for me, Jules. Break for me.”
“I’m…ahhh…oh god…yes, yes, yes!” My cries blurred into sobs, my thighs trembling so hard I thought I’d slip, but his arms locked tight around me, carrying me through it, fucking me right past the edge until I sagged limp against him.
When it finally ebbed, I collapsed into his chest, whimpering softly, too wrung out to speak. He kissed my damp hair, murmuring, “Incredible. You’re incredible.”
He eased me down from the wall slowly, lowering me onto the bed as if I might break. My body folded into the mattress, boneless, glowing with sweat. My chest heaved, every nerve still buzzing from the force of it.
Lina slid close instantly, brushing my damp hair back, pressing little kisses along my temple and cheek. “You’re gorgeous,” she whispered, her voice tender, reverent. “So gorgeous when you let go like that.”
I whimpered in answer, too raw for words. My thighs still trembled where Mark’s cum trickled warm between them, the sheets already damp from all we’d done. He leaned over me, his chest still rising hard, eyes dark but softer now, steady.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, thumb stroking my hip.
I blinked up at him, the ceiling still tilting faintly. “Yeah,” I breathed. My lips curved into a weak smile. “Better than okay.”
“Good,” Lina whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Then rest a little. You’ll have more later.”
My body was too heavy to argue, too undone to do anything but nod. I let my eyes flutter shut, watching through the haze as she crawled toward Mark.
He was sitting on the edge now, chest broad, cock still thick and waiting. Lina swung a leg over him, lowering herself with a shiver and a sigh. The wet slap of their bodies meeting filled the room, Lina’s breath catching, Mark’s groan low and rough.
I sank back into the pillow, my body still humming, my thighs still trembling, and let the rhythm of their fucking lull me. Her cries, his grunts, the steady smack of skin on skin, it all blurred into a rough kind of music, a cadence I carried down into sleep.
I fell asleep to the sound of them moving together, thinking that maybe this is what I’ve been starving for, not just the heat, but the permission to want, to make a mess, to be more than a list of tasks and a sensible bedtime. To be a woman with a pulse.
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