Marcus cleared his throat loudly, the sound cutting through the gentle splash of pool water. "Ryan? What are you doing??"
Ryan froze, Sophia's hard nipple still between his lips. His heart slammed against his ribs like a trapped animal. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He pulled back so fast he nearly slipped underwater, water sloshing around his chest. Sophia's breast bounced free, glistening, the nipple shiny from his spit.
"I—I can explain," Ryan stammered, voice cracking. His face burned hotter than the evening sun. "It's not… I mean, we were just playing around and her top came off and I… shit, Marcus, I'm sorry, man. It just happened. I don't know what came over me."
He expected fury. A punch. At the very least a cold "get the hell out of my pool." Instead, Marcus threw his head back and laughed—a deep, genuine belly laugh that echoed off the fence.
"Relax, dude," Marcus said, still grinning as he swam closer. "I was fucking with you. Not angry at all. Look at your face! You really thought I was about to drown you, huh?"
Ryan blinked, water dripping from his lashes. "You… you're not mad?"
"Nah." Marcus clapped a wet hand on Ryan's shoulder, squeezing. "We're bros now, right? I don't mind if you take on Sophia. Hell, I want you to. She's been craving that nerdy IT dick of yours for weeks. Consider it open season. You fuck my wife, I fuck yours. Fair trade, yeah?"
A wild rush of relief flooded Ryan's chest, so strong it made his cock throb even harder inside his soaked trunks. He knows. He actually knows and he's cool with it. The guilt that had been gnawing at him for weeks cracked open, replaced by a dark, electric thrill. "Yeah… yeah, bros," Ryan managed, a shaky smile breaking across his face. "Bros."
Marcus didn't waste another second. He turned, cupped Sophia's face with both big hands, and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues slid together openly, wet and noisy right in front of Ryan. Sophia moaned into her husband's mouth, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
Then, without breaking the kiss, Sophia reached out blindly, grabbed the back of Ryan's head, and yanked him forward. His face smashed straight into her bare, heavy tits. He didn't hesitate. His mouth latched onto her left nipple again, sucking hard, tongue swirling, while his hand greedily kneaded the other soft globe. Sophia's moan turned into a needy whine, the sound vibrating through her chest.
Marcus chuckled against her lips. "Greedy little slut."
Sophia finally broke the kiss, breathing hard, lips swollen. "Both of you. Now." Her voice was husky, dripping with lust. She reached down and yanked Ryan's swim trunks down in one smooth motion. His average 5.5-inch cock sprang free, rock-hard and already leaking. Then she did the same to Marcus, freeing his massive, thick cock—the one Ryan had seen in videos but never up close like this. It looked even bigger in person, heavy and veined.
Sophia untied her own red bikini bottoms and tossed them aside. They floated away like a surrendered flag. "Out of the pool. All of us."
They climbed the steps together, water streaming off their bodies. The backyard felt suddenly exposed—the fence was tall, but not soundproof. Anyone walking their dog on the other side might hear everything. The risk sent another guilty thrill through Ryan's gut.
Sophia dropped to her knees on the warm pool deck the second they were out, tiles still damp beneath her. She didn't even let them catch their breath. Both cocks were in her hands instantly—Ryan's in her left, Marcus's massive one in her right. She stroked them slowly, comparing, admiring.
"God, I love having two," she purred, then leaned in.
Her mouth opened wide and she took Ryan first, sliding down his entire length in one smooth motion until her nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. She held there, throat fluttering around him, eyes watering with pleasure. Then she pulled off with a wet pop and switched to Marcus, stretching her lips obscenely around his girth. Back and forth she went, sloppy and eager, spit already dripping down her chin onto her swaying tits.
Ryan and Marcus stood side by side, hips forward. At first they just groaned, but then Marcus started talking, voice low and filthy.
"Look at her, Ryan," Marcus said, one hand gently petting Sophia's wet hair. "My perfect little wife on her knees like a cheap whore. Sucking another man's cock while her husband watches. You know she's been fingering herself every time she thinks about you fucking her behind my back? Such a dirty slut."
Sophia moaned loudly around Ryan's cock, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. Her sucking grew instantly more aggressive—deeper, sloppier, cheeks hollowing.
Marcus kept going, eyes dark with lust. "Bet she's soaking right now just hearing me say it. My wife—the same woman who used to pretend she was so innocent—now addicted getting railed by her neighbor. Go on, Ryan. Tell her what you think of her while she chokes on you."
Ryan's guilt twisted with arousal so hard he could barely speak. "She… she's so fucking hot like this," he gasped. "Your wife is a total cumslut, Marcus. Look how hungry she is for both of us."
Sophia whimpered, sucking harder, switching faster, spit and precum stringing between her lips and both cocks. Her free hand dropped between her own thighs, rubbing her swollen clit in frantic circles.
The double blowjob lasted until both men were throbbing and close, but Marcus pulled her up with a grin. "Not yet. I want to feel that pussy first."
They moved to the wide lounge chair by the pool. Sophia straddled Ryan reverse-cowgirl, sinking down onto his cock with a long, satisfied moan. She rode him hard, ass bouncing, while Marcus stood in front of her and fed her his thick cock. Ryan's hands gripped her hips, guiding her up and down while he watched his own dick disappear inside another man's wife.
They switched positions twice—Marcus taking her missionary on the chair while Ryan fucked her mouth, then Ryan bending her over the edge of the lounge so he could pound her from behind while she deep-throated Marcus again. Every thrust made her tits swing. Every moan was muffled by cock. The wet slap of skin and Sophia's desperate gagging noises filled the backyard.
Ava watched it all from just inside the sliding glass door, hidden behind the half-closed curtain.
She was completely naked, one hand braced on the glass, the other buried between her legs. Two fingers pumped furiously in and out of her dripping pussy while her thumb circled her clit. Her nipples were diamond-hard, thighs trembling. Fuck… look at my husband railing her, she thought, biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. And Marcus feeding her that monster cock… God, they're so hot together. Her plan was working perfectly—she'd slipped back out after texting Tyler and Derek, but instead of interrupting right away she'd stayed hidden, getting herself off to the sight of her own husband finally joining the fun. She wanted them deep in it before she "caught" them.
Back outside, the three of them had shifted into the final position. Sophia was on all fours on the lounge cushion, spitroasted exactly how she loved it. Marcus stood at her head, gripping her hair and slowly fucking her throat, his heavy balls tapping her chin. Ryan was behind her, hands locked on her hips, driving his cock deep into her soaked pussy in steady, powerful strokes. Sophia's muffled moans vibrated around Marcus's shaft with every thrust Ryan gave her.
Ryan's guilt was still there—This is wrong, this is so fucking wrong—but the pleasure drowned it out completely. Sophia's pussy clenched around him like a velvet fist, hotter and wetter than Ava's had been in months.
Ava's fingers sped up inside herself. Time, she thought, eyes gleaming with wicked excitement. Time to begin my plan with Marcus.
She stepped out onto the deck, still completely naked, pussy lips visibly swollen and shiny with her own juices.
"Ryan?" she called out, voice loud and shocked, pretending she'd just walked in on them. "Ryan, what is going on?"
To be continued…
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