"Gabs?" Pete's voice, laid-back and easy, drifts into the kitchen. "You here, man?"

I clear my throat, trying to will away my lingering erection. "Yeah, Pete. In the kitchen."

Pete strolls in, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. He grins at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, man. Where's Emma?"

Before I can even get a word out, Emma explodes outta’ the bedroom, skin all pink and shiny from the hot water, hair still dripping. She's wearing these jeans, tight as sin, hugging every curve, and a halter top, white and flimsy, nothing but that between me and her knockers. They're perky, man, ain't wearin' no bra, bouncing with every step. Man, the babe is wicked hot! I'm stuck, just staring, tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.

My fuckin’ head races: Her little lace show earlier... was that a test? A deliberate attempt to get my motor runnin'? She knew what she was doin', all right.

"Pete!" she squeals, practically flying into his arms. He catches her with a grin, his hands finding a home on her ass, giving it a playful squeeze. "Missed you, big boy," she purrs, nuzzling her face into his neck.

"Well, hello to you too," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to her lips. She pulls back, grinning, her arms still looped around his neck.

"Guess what?" she says, her voice breathless with excitement.

Pete raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "What?"

She leans in, whispering something in his ear. His eyes widen, his gaze flicking to me. I shift uncomfortably, suddenly feeling like an intruder.

But then Pete grins, a slow, lazy smile that puts me at ease. "Is that so?" he drawls, his arm snaking around Emma's waist, pulling her close. He presses a kiss to her temple, his eyes never leaving mine.

Emma’s off again, mouth racing a mile a minute. “Let me help you finish, Gabs. Sorry I took so long. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging. Go get cleaned up, babe. The pizza’s ready.’

Just like that, shit cooled, replaced by this chill, us-against-the-world vibe, like we all knew the same nasty secrets and wanted the same damn thing. I can't help but smile, feeling a sense of belonging, of rightness. This is going to be one hell of a night.

Dinner was... dinner, ya know? The usual bullshit. But I couldn't keep my eyes off Emma. This effin’ babe, man, she's a goddamn vision. My brain, in the gutter, overflowing with filthy thoughts. Couldn't focus on a damn word anyone was saying. And Emma? She was playing with me, teasing me with her foot under the table. My cock? It was rock hard, throbbing like a goddamn drum. I wanted her so bad!

The scent of pizza still hung heavy in the air, but it was the sight of Emma bent over the small kitchen table that really had me salivating. Those tight jeans hugged her ass like a second skin, her laugh echoing through the room as Pete playfully swatted her away from the last slice. She swoops in anyway, snatching it from the tray and taking a defiant bite. I lean against the counter, glass of cheap wine in my hand, watching the easy banter between them. It's friggin' infectious.

"You're such a pig, Em," Pete chuckles, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto his lap as he sits down at the table. She squirms, giggling, and I can't help but imagine her squirming like that on top of me.

"Says the guy who ate half the pizza," she spits out, that smirk plastered across her face as she winks at me. I choke on my drink, feeling my face flush. She's been doing this shit all night - little touches, stolen glances, each one sending a jolt straight to my fuckin’ cock.

Pete looks at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "You alright there, Gabs? You look a little... tense."

I stammer, feeling my cheeks burn. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Just, uh..., just hot in here, ya know?"

Emma hops up from Pete's lap, grabbing my hand. "Come on, let's get some air." She leads me into the living room, Pete trailing behind us with a bottle of vodka. Emma plops down on the couch, pulling me down next to her. Pete drops into the chair across from us, pouring us all a shot.

"Alright, kiddos," he says, leaning back, glass in hand. He doesn’t miss a beat, gets right to it, like he’s eager to go."Let's lay some ground rules."

Emma nods, her eyes serious. "Right. Like, what's okay and what's not."

Pete looks at me, his expression open. "Gabs? You got any hard limits?"

Limits? Man, that word makes my skin crawl. I kinda’ chuckle, but it's more like a growl deep in my throat. I shift around, all edgy. "Uh, I dunno’.” Limits? I scoff, voice low and shy. ”I mean, I've n-n-never done anything like this before."

Emma puts a hand on my knee, squeezing gently. "It's okay, Gabs. We just want to make sure everyone's comfortable."

Man, I'm fuckin' wired. Butterflies doing cartwheels in my stomach. "I guess... I guess, ah, I just d-d-don't want anyone to feel left out?" shrugging my shoulders.

Pete grins, knocking back his shot. "Well, that's the spirit. Alright, how about this - we all just go with the flow, check in with each other, and if something doesn't feel right, we say so. Sound good?"

Emma and I both nod and mumble. Then, like an effin’ cheerleader, she jumps up, clapping her hands. "Great! Now let's play strip poker."

Things get outta hand quick. Emma's shufflin' the deck, eyes gleaming like a hungry wolf. Pete slams back another shot, coughs, then rips his shirt open. “Fuck it, I'm in.”

I look at him, taking in his lean frame, the smattering of hair on his chest. I swallow hard, my cock twitching. Friggin' hell, this is really happening.

Emma deals the first hand, and we start to play. The music's flowing, the vodka's pouring, and clothes are coming off piece by piece. Each time Emma loses a hand, she makes a show of it, slowly peeling off her jeans, her top. I can't help but stare, my mouth watering at the sight of her pert tits, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Can’t wait to suck on those!

I lose a few hands myself, my shirt and pants coming off until I'm sitting there in just that effin’ tong, my hard cock obvious to everyone. Emma licks her lips, her eyes flicking to my crotch. Pete raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

"Well, Gabs," he drawls, dealing out another hand. "Looks like you're ready for action."

I laugh, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah, well, it's been a while."

Emma loses the next hand, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She looks at me, a playful smile on her lips. "Ready to see the rest, Gabs?"

See it? Shit, I’ve fuckin’ fingered it, sniffed it, eatin it, I think to myself.

I nod and act like I’m eager as she slowly pulls them down, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. She kicks them off, sitting back on the couch, her legs slightly spread. I can see the glisten of wetness on her pussy lips, and it takes everything in me not to dive in headfirst.

Pete lost the next hand. Standing, he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, his growing monster of a cock, thick as a fuckin Python, nearly slapping Emma in her face. Man, if it was me, I woulda’ had my mouth on that, but Emma, she stared at me, sizing me up. I lick my lips, my own cock throbbing at the sight, and look Pete up and down. That cocky prick stood there before sitting down, his legs spread wide, giving me a clear view.

The two of them are naked, so, no point in shuffling the deck. I stand up and yank off the damn tongs. My cock stands at full attention, eager and ready. Emma's eyes widen, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. Pete leans back in his chair, his cock now fully hard, a filthy smirk on his face.

"Well, well, well," he drawls, his eyes flicking between Emma and me. "Looks like we're all ready for a good time."

We're stripped bare. The air in this godforsaken room is thick with it: the tension, the damn anticipation. I can feel the heat radiating off Emma, her breath hittin' me in ragged waves. Pete's eyes are black with want, his cock jumping with every goddamn beat of his heart. I suck in a breath, deep and ragged, ready to fuckin' dive in, ready to explore every inch of this, ready to enjoy the hell outta this.

"Wicked awesome," Pete growled, his voice a low thrum in the morbid silence of the living room. He grabbed Emma's hand, and pulled her close. "Let's get this show on the road, hon."

Emma, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath, smirked. "You read my mind, love." She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, the scent of her sweat intoxicating. "Ready for some fun, Gabs?"

I smirked back, the heat between my legs a burning ache. "Born ready, Emma."

Emma, face beaming, eager like a fuckin’ rabbit, grabbed my hand and tugged me towards them. "C'mon, Gabs. Let's get this party started.”

The bedroom is tiny; I hadn’t noticed that before. Barely enough room for the three of us, let alone the tidal wave of sexual tension that's crashing against every friggin' wall. The bed is small, just a twin, and it's shoved up against the corner like it's trying to hide from the inevitable. I can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for it; I know how it feels to be overwhelmed, to be caught in the headlights of something huge and inescapable.

They leave the room dark, the only light shines through the doorway from the kitchen. It’s like they’re embarrassed by what they’re about to do and want to keep it hidden.

Emma is already on the bed, her slim body stretched out like a cat, all lean limbs and nervous energy. Pete is beside her, his hands running over her skin like he's trying to memorize every inch of her. I'm standing at the foot of the bed, watching, my heart pounding in my chest like a kick drum.

"You okay, Gabs?" Pete asks, his voice slow and steady, like he's trying to gentle a spooked horse. I guess that makes me the horse in this scenario, 'cause I'm sure as hell spooked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright," I stammer, running a hand through my hair. I'm not alright, not really. I'm a friggin' mess of nerves and anticipation, my stomach churning like a washing machine, my cock hard as a rock. I've dreamt of this, jerked off to this, but now that it's happening, my head is all fucked up, can't quite decide if it's terrified or thrilled.

Pete shrugs, turning his attention back to Emma. He leans down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that's all hungry lips and clashing teeth. There's no finesse, no romance, just raw, primal need. Emma moans, her body arching up to meet his, and I can see the glisten of wetness between her thighs.

Jesus effin' Christ, I think, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. This is really happening. They're really doing this.

Pete's hands are everywhere, roaming over Emma's body like he owns it. He palms her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she cries out, her hips bucking against his. He grins, a wolfish smile that sends a shiver down my spine, and slides his hand down between her legs.

I watch, my mouth watering, as he pushes a finger into her, then two, her wetness making them glisten in the dim light. He pumps them in and out, his movements rough and unforgiving, and Emma writhes beneath him, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

Is this what she likes? I wonder, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and lust. Is this what she wants from me?

Pete pulls his fingers out, and settles himself between Emma's thighs, his cock poised at her entrance. He looks over at me, his eyes possessive and dark with desire, and I see that he’s challenging me.

Can you handle this, Gabs? I can almost hear him say. Last chance to back out.

Handle this? Fuck! - You don’t know who I am!

No fuckin’ way am I backing out. I want all of this; the good, the bad, the friggin' terrifying. I want to watch and be watched, be a part of it all. I nod. Pete grins - a wild, feral thing.

He slams into Emma, his hips moving like a piston, and she screams, her nails raking down his back. I can see the sweat on their skin, the flush of their cheeks, the raw, animalistic need in their eyes. It's primal, visceral, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

I want that, I think, my body aching with need. I want that passion, that intensity. I want to feel that, to be a part of that.

Inching closer, hand twitching, I reach out to touch, to explore, to be a part of this dance. But I hesitate, my nerves getting the better of me. I'm not ready, not yet. But I will be, soon. Very friggin' soon. And it's gonna be fuckin' explosive.

I stand there, frozen, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, watching Pete pound into Emma like there's no tomorrow. The room is filled with the raw, wet sounds of their fucking, the slap of skin against skin, the symphony of their moans. It's a carnal, dirty dance, and I'm an awkward fuckin’ wallflower, too chicken to cut in. My head shouts, What the fuck, Gabs!

Get your effin’ shit together, Gabs, I tell myself, trying to shake off the nerves. This ain't your first rodeo. But it is, isn't it? I've never been this close, this involved. I've never watched someone I... care about, go at it like rabbits. It's different, personal, and it's got my heart pounding like a kick drum.

Pete's got Emma pinned, her fingers clutching the sheets, her knuckles white. The sight of it, the sheer primal force, has my dick aching.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself, and step forward. Time to join the party.

"Mind if I...?" I stammer, my voice barely audible over their panting. They both look up at me, eyes glazed with lust. Emma smiles, biting her lip, and Pete, the bastard, just grins wider.

"About time, Gabs," he growls, not breaking stride.

I climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. I'm on all fours, like a cat ready to pounce, but I hesitate, not sure where to start. Emma's there, right in front of me, her tits swaying with each of Pete's thrusts. I crouch down beside her and reach out, cupping one, feeling the weight of it in my hand. Her nipple brushes against my palm, hard and sensitive. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed, and I can't help but smile.

"You're so friggin' hot, Em," I murmur, running my thumb over her nipple. She gasps, her back arching, pressing her tit further into my hand. I lean down, taking the other nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. She tastes like sweat and sex, and I can't get enough.

Pete's hand is on my shoulder, squeezing, pulling me back. I look up at him, confused, but he just smirks, a wicked gleam in his eye. He pulls out of Emma, his cock glistening with her juices, and I can't help but stare. He's bigger than me, thicker, and for a moment, I feel a pang of jealousy. But then he's pushing me down, guiding me onto my back, and all thoughts of comparison fly out the window.

I'm lying on the bed, my heart pounding like a friggin' drum in my chest. Emma's beside me, her body slick with sweat, her eyes closed as Pete pounds into her. I've got one hand on her tit, feeling her nipple harden against my palm.

Emma, that sly bitch, she knows exactly what she's doing. Her hand, all cool and knowing, snakes down, pulling mine with it. Deeper and deeper it goes, until my fingers finally close around it. Pete's cock! Fucking hard, hot, and slick with her. A low groan escapes me, involuntarily. Never touched another dude’s junk like this before. Only in my wildest fantasies. But here I am, and holy shit, it's mind-blowing.

"That's it, baby," Emma rasps, her voice thick with exhaustion. "Feel him." The words hang heavy in the air, dead and hollow—like some cheap dime-store actress reciting lines she doesn't even believe.

It hits me like a sledge hammer. Finally see the whole picture, and this dude, Pete? He's the center of the universe. Ego the size of Texas, and he ain't got a clue what he's doing. Just basic, vanilla sex, no spice, no nothing. Talk about a waste of effin’ time!

I look over at Pete, his eyes closed tight, his body tense, slammin’ into Emma. I can see the muscles in his jaw working, can hear his ragged breaths. He's close, I can tell.

Emma? Nothin’! She’s lying there, flat as an ironing board. Like this is some kind of fuckin’ obligation that she’s fulfilling.

Poor Emma, I think. I lean down, pressing a kiss to Emma's collarbone. Then another, and another, working my way down her neck, finding that sweet spot by her ear. She tastes salty and sweet, like a fuckin' dream, and I can't get enough. My fingers slip between them, finding her clit, slick with her pussy juice. Emma whimpers, her eyes fly open, her body arches, then she closes them again. I start rubbing, matching the rhythm of their fuckin’. "Oh, Emma," I whisper, my voice low and sultry, "you dirty little slut."

Pete's eyes fly open and lock onto mine when he hears me. There's a moment of hesitation, a split second where neither of us moves. It’s time to test the waters, I think, so I press in, my lips barely brushing his ear. "Kiss me," I whisper, and it's like the whole fuckin' world stops. He's still deep in her, his cock buried to the hilt, his body is sweaty and glistening. Emma's moaning, her pussy dripping. I want his cum, I want hers, I fuckin’ want it all.

He hesitates, just for a second, before leaning in. His lips meet mine, soft and gentle at first, then harder, more insistent. I cup his head, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Fuck," I moaned into the kiss, "fuck yeah." It's fucking electric, this kiss, like nothing I've ever felt before.

Pete's eyes burned, a devilish glint in them. "You like this, Gabs?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like watching your girl get fucked?"

The question caught me by surprise. What did he mean by “your girl?“

He didn't wait for an answer. He just kept pounding, his cock a piston in Emm’s dripping pussy, while his lips stayed locked on mine, wet tongues slapping against each other. Emm's ass was twitching, begging for more. The whole room pulsed with the rhythm of their fuck. It was a goddamn masterpiece of sin.

We peeled apart, my eyes snapping to Emma. She was watching us, a smirk plastered on her red lips. She pulled Pete down to her, kissed him deep and slow. I can see their tongues tangling, can hear the wet sounds of their mouths. It's fucking hot, and I can't help but reach down, wrap my hand around my own cock, give it a squeeze.

Pete’s muscles knot up like rope, a low groan rumbling outta’ him. I know what’s coming. He’s about to blow his load. His whole body’s tight, corded, ready to spring. Then, fuckin’ A, man, he does. A grunt, a spasm, and his cock’s pumping deep into Emma’s pussy, splooging his cum all inside her. Right there, like some kinda’ dirty postcard. Me? I'm just laid out beside 'em, watching the show. Emma’s tits are jiggling with every thrust, her ass raised up, begging for more. Pete’s whispering something in her ear, some dirty talk I can’t quite catch. Probably telling her what a slut she is, how much he loves fuckin’ her. This whole scene is hotter than a porn flick. Fuck, let me tell ya, man, it was wicked awesome!

Pete, a spent, wreck of a man, lay sprawled atop Emma, his meat still buried deep within her. He finally shuddered to a stop, the tremor running through him like a cheap electric shock. He rolled off, a spent husk, the once proud mast of his dick now a limp, glistening eel, slick with the spoils of his conquest. Emma seemed relieved of the weight. His cum dripped from her, a pathetic offering. I watched it all, a primal urge stirring within me. I wanted to taste her and him, to devour every last drop of Pete's seed from her body, to claim her as my own.

"Got to run," Emma blushed, pushing herself up on an elbow, her eyes still half-lidded, a lazy smile playing on her lips. Slut looked like a babe caught with her pants down, all shy and flustered. Her hand dipped low, fingers tracing the slick, damp curve of her inner thigh, fingers circling that dripping mound like she was tryin' to bottle the damn thing up.

For a moment, there was a knot in my gut. Torn between letting her go and making her stay. If she left and came back clean, I would have regretted it. Or, I could regret when they see what a filthy slut I am.

In that brief moment, I made a decision - I had to be who I am. Sure, I could have gone along and had nice, clean, boring, missionary style sex. But that’s not me. I had to have Emma and Pete the way I wanted.

Fuck it, Gabs. Ya gotta go for it.

I chuckled, a low, guttural sound. "Hold on there, doll," I growled, my hand snaking out and pinning her shoulder to the mattress. "This ain't over yet."

Emma's smile faded, replaced by a flicker of something else – surprise? Fear? Maybe a little of both. "What?" she whispered, her voice husky.

"My turn," I rasped, leaning closer. My breath, hot and heavy, fanned across her face. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

I shifted, my weight pressing against her, trapping her beneath me. The sheets, rumpled and damp, crinkled beneath us. "Time for a little payback, don't you think?"

My fingers tightened on her shoulder, digging into her flesh. Emma whimpered, but it was a sound caught in her throat, a desperate little mew. I grinned, a cruel, predatory smile. This was just gettin’ started.

I get up to turn on the light, sayin’, “You don’t mind?” For a moment, they’re like fuckin’ deer in headlights. My prey, I chuckle under my breath. They cover their eyes and look up at me, then look at each other. There’s some blabberin’, some himmin’ n’ hawin’. “Trust me. It’s better this way,” I whisper.

Trust me! Ha! I laugh inside. They don’t know the filthy fuckin’ devil they’ve let in! Me? I’m standdin’ there, stroking my cock, giving them a good look at the devil.

I check out Emma, sprawled out on the bed, her body still glowin’ from getting fucked. Her little hand’s cupping her leaking mound, trying to dam the oozing cum, covering it like she’s embarrassed. Stroking my dick like a fuckin’ porn star, I walk over, sit. I run a hand up and down along her thigh. Damn, her skin is so soft. “You’re so friggin’ beautiful, Em,” I murmur.

Slowly, I work the hand in between her trembling thighs. She’s squeezing, but it’s not constant, it’s like she doesn’t know if she should resist or not. There’s some feeble resistance as I move to spread her legs. She looks over a Pete with questioning eyes. Pete? Huh! He’s slowly working his dick, looking me over, checking out my hard cock.

Emma, busted, let out a breathy sigh. She slumped back, letting go. Slowly, her legs part, inviting me in. I ditch the self-pleasure and plunge in, by hands forcing her apart. “Nice,” I purr, a low animal sound. I grab her hand. Again reluctance, questioning eyes, sighs. “Relax, babe,” I growl, yanking it away. My cock twitches at the sight of her, at the smell of sex and sweat, and tick, white string of Pete’s cum running down onto the sheets, staining them. “Fuck, babe, your pus... it’s gorgeous.”

Pete stirs, and that look he throws me—it's a goddamn hurricane. All tangled up—confusion, rage, the kind of want that burns holes in your gut, and a lust so thick you could choke on it.

Man, her dripping cunt is fucking filthy and fucking hot. Most guys would have just stabbed her with their dicks, but I don’t wanna just stick my cock in her yet. I need to clean up - Pete's mess is my mess now. This hunger, like some buried she-devil, claws its way outta’ me. My inner whore is unleashed. Yeah, I'm a slut. A dirty, fucking slut. And I fuckin’ love it!

The air in the room feels steamy, heavy with the rank stink of cum and pussy, like the porn theaters and sex shops in the zone. Man, I love that smell. My eyes are glued to the slick, glistening mess oozing from Emma’s cunt. My mouth’s waterin’, craving that jizz like a fuckin’ animal. I’m gonna fuckin’ do it. Lap it up, swallow every last drop of Pete's cum.

Fucking Christ, the thought alone sets my blood ablaze. I'm a fucking animal, driven by lust. My face burns, blood rushing to my cheeks. This isn't arousal anymore; it's a primal, consuming need ripping through me. I'm a fucking whore, a sick fuck lost in this filth. I glance up, catching Pete's gaze. He's lounging beside Emma, a smug smirk playing on his lips, his cock twitching with a life of its own. He knows. That fucker knows what I'm about to do.

"Gabs, you effin’ perv," Pete chuckles, his voice low and husky. "You gonna clean her up?"

“Wh-what?,” stammered Emma, eyes blazing down on me.

"Yeah, man, I am," I growl, a smirk splitting my face as his words hit me. A jolt, raw and primal, makes me shiver, my heart pounding in my chest. I move, slow and deliberate, sliding down the bed. My body finds its place between her legs, nestling deep into the swampy warmth of her thighs. The scent hits me – it’s him and her, musky and sweet, intoxicating.

I start with a single, long, fucking lick up her inner thigh, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her skin. My tongue darts out, lightly flicking against her slick folds, teasing her. Emma's hips jerk, a gasp escaping her lips. “Fuck,” she moans, “Gabs.”

She called my name. Right there. Like it was nothing. Smug bastard, that's me. Proud. Bitch didn't call out Pete's name when he was inside her. I wonder, did Pete even notice? The fucking chump.

I look up, meet Pete's eyes. He's watching me, his eyes dark, fucking lusty. I can see his cock, see it starting to harden again. The son of a bitch is getting off on this, on watching me eat her out. He's probably picturing himself inside her, fucking her senseless. The way his eyes are glued to me, the way he's breathing... he's a fuckin’ animal, man. But I don't mind. It just makes it hotter.

My hands slide up her thighs, pushing them apart, wider, opening her up for me. I dive in, tongue deep, lapping at her folds, at the messy, delicious mix of cum and her own juices. She tastes fucking incredible – dirty, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. I feel it throbbing, my cock aching to be inside her.

"Fuck, man," he groans, watching us with dark eyes. "You two are fucking amazing."

His words only spur me on. I lick and suck at Emma's pussy, taking Pete's cum into my mouth like it's the sweetest nectar. She writhes beneath me, her breathing ragged and desperate.

"Please, Gabs," she whispers, her hands clawing at the sheets beneath her.

I take my time, licking and sucking, cleaning her up. I can hear her moans, can feel her body squirm beneath me. I look up again, see Pete's hand on his cock, stroking himself as he watches us. It's fucking hot, and I can't help but growl against Emma's pussy.

Christ, I can't hold back no more. Gotta’ get inside her, gotta’ fuck her brains out. I crawl up, my body covering hers, my cock lining up with her entrance. Taking my hard cock in my hand, I slide the head along her glistening slit, teasing the hell outta her. She’s squirming, shftin’ her muff, eager to get me inside. Done with my fun, I push at the entrance to her tight little tunnel. Her eyes are shut, a soft moan escaping those red lips. Cheeks flushed, she looked like a damn goddess. A filthy, beautiful goddess.

"You good, Emma?" I ask, my voice rough. She blinked, those pretty eyes finally flickering open. A slow smile spread across her face

"Oh fuck, Gabby," she breathed, voice husky as hell. "I'm damn fine."

I grin back at her before I start moving. Slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her, her pussy slick and warm. But soon enough, I can't hold back anymore. I start thrusting into her harder and faster, my hips slapping against hers.

Emma wraps her arms around my sweaty body. The bitch is getting into it, responding, humping with me. I switch gears, going to a slow grind, rubbing her swollen clit when my cock bottoms out in her. Her moist breath hits my ear, and there’s these faint moans. Like she’s calling my fuckin’ name. Can Pete hear this, I wonder?

Holy hell, there's nothing like this - the sensation of her warm, wet pussy - this soft, welcoming haven. It's like an inviting oasis in the middle of a friggin' desert. Warm as a summer night in Boston, and wetter than the Atlantic after a storm. Every inch of me disappears into that heat, feeling instantly at home, swallowed by this intimate heat. Fuckin’ A, this is some sweet shit.

The warm wetness is fucking mind-blowing, each pump jolting my backbone as I slide balls deep into her. Her plush insides clutch me like a vice, begging me to bury myself further with every goddamn thrust. It's a effin’ pleasure-fest that ripples through my whole damn existence. Her body's groove syncs with mine like we're grinding to our own filthy anthem. The friction between us sparks a raw current that threatens to torch us both.

Screwing her senseless, right there in front of her own husband. He's a mere breath away, his eyes feasting on the sinful spectacle before him. Emma's bare body is sprawled out like an erotic feast, her skin slick with sweat that paints her curves in a tantalizing sheen. Her tiny breasts jiggle and bounce with each thrust I deliver, creating a trippy rhythm that’s got us locked in.

My hard cock slips inside her over and over again, every movement making her gasp for breath, every plunge sending shockwaves through both our bodies. The wet sounds coming from between her thighs are a beautiful, debauched song to my ears - the lewd sloshing of flesh meeting flesh, the sinful melody of our fucking. A devilish Missa Cantata.

Her gasps fill the room as I fuck her harder and faster. Each ragged breath she takes is punctuated by soft whimpers and moans that only serve to stoke my arousal further. Her face is a canvas painted with raw pleasure; eyes rolled back, lips parted in a silent scream as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her.

The whole scene reeks of delicious wickedness - a scene so filthy it would make even the most seasoned sinner blush. And it's this very depravity that sends electric jolts of excitement coursing through my veins, making this experience so much more than just sex - it's downright carnal indulgence.

It's pure bliss; it's ecstasy; it's carnal nirvana. This has got to be the most friggin' amazing feeling on earth - an affirmation of life itself in its rawest form. Fuckin’ hell, I think, I could drown in this nasty pleasure and die grinning.

Emma's hands claw at my back, nails breaking the skin as she bucks against me like a wild animal. Her moans morph into desperate, guttural cries with each brutal thrust, the room filling with the wet, sucking sounds of her dripping pussy. I can feel her tight, warm fuck hole clenching and milking my cock, her juices painting my balls as I slam into her. The dirty sounds of our fucking and her desperate, breathless screams of pleasure push me to my limit.

"Fuck," I mutter, my hips starting to move. I can feel her meeting my thrusts, her body arching up into mine. I look up, see Pete watching us, his hand still on his cock. He's really getting off on this, on watching me fuck Emma. It's fucking hot, and I can't help but pick up the pace, my hard cock tearing into her.

My fuckin’ cock is twitching, a low hum buildin' in my gut. Feeling that tingle, spreadin' slow like wildfire down my spine. Ain't no fuckin’ way I'm cuming yet, not with a pussy this sweet, not when Pete's looking like he's about to lose his damn mind. Gotta’ tease them, enjoy them, gotta’ see how far I can drive him wild. Watch their pretty faces contort, hear them beggin' for more. This ain't no quickie, baby, this is a slow burn.

Emma’s twitching too, so I slow things down. Don’t want to get her off too soon. Want this piece to last.

I kiss her cheek, bring my mouth close to her ear, whisper, “Damn, babe. Your pussy feels nice. Can you feel me? Can you feel my cock?“ Emma whimpers, all sad like, like a kid who’s dropped her ice cream cone. I know my warm breath in her ear is driving her crazy.

Pausing, my cock still buried deep inside Emma, I look over at Pete. With a shit-eating grin on my face, I ask, "You like this, Pete?” I was straight-up talking shit to his face. "You like watching me fuck your wife?"

Emma, bless that little sluts heart, was fuckin’ blissed out and oblivious. Her pussy was gripping my dick like a goddamn vise.

Pete growls, his hand moving faster on his cock. "Fuck you, Gabs," he says, but there's no hate in his words. He's loving this. He's loving watching Emma getting fucked. He reached out and grabbed Emma’s tit, squeezing it hard. "Emm, you little slut," he growled, "You like this, don't you?"

Emma moaned, her head thrown back, her hair a wild mess. "Oh, fuck yeah, Pete," she gasped. "Gabs is fuckin' me so good." She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Keep goin', Gabs," she purred, "Fill me up with your fucking cum."

"Ya got it, darlin'," I replied. I leaned forward and kissed Emma hard, my tongue tangling with hers. "You're a fuckin' hot mess, Emm," I whispered against her lips. "Pete's a lucky guy." I grinned and sat up, wanking my hard cock out of Emma.

“What the hell, Gabs?” squealed Emma.

“Relax, babe,” I moaned, rubbing her wet mound.

I sat my ass up and waved Pete over. He came right in, leaning his body close, his hard piece right there by me. I can't help but reach out, my hand wrapping around his shaft. He groans, his body tensing. Looking down at Emma, I see her watching us, her eyes wide with surprise and lust.

"Kiss me, Pete," I say, my voice rough. He doesn’t hesitate, his lips crashing into mine, wet and hungry. No soft shit. I can feel his stubble against my face. His breath, thick with stale wine and vodka, floods my mouth, and I taste the sharp, boozy tang of it mixing with my spit. It's fucking hot, and I can't help but stroke his cock harder.

I break the kiss, looking down at Emma. She's watching us, her eyes glazed with lust. I smirk, and then I'm guiding Pete's hand to my cock, wrapping his fingers around my shaft. He starts to stroke me, his hand moving in time with mine.

I cup Pete’s head, yank him to me, whisper in his ear. His eyes blast open. This feels like a dangerous moment, and for a moment, I freak out inside, worry that I might have gone too far. Man, I love this, the fucking thrill of it!

Pete looks down at his loving wife. That slut’s panting, watching. He looks at my cock, looks at me, and smirks. Then Pete starts playing along his wife’s wet slit with my cock, using it like a fucking toy.

“Yeah. like that, Pete.” I growl. “Fuck, that feels good, man.”

Emma’s body twitches, and she moans. This is driving her wild. Pete is grinning, a wicked smile, enjoying doing this to her. I can see that fucking pervert is getting off on teasing her like this.

I cup Pete’s head and pull him to me. I plant kisses and bites, trailing up to his ear, growling, “Slide it in, Pete. I’m gonna fuck her.” Then I turn his head, pressing my open mouth to his.

Pete doesn’t hesitate for a second—he clamps his mouth on mine, tongue shoving between my lips like he’s trying to choke me with it. The taste of his spit mixes with the salt of my own sweat, and I fuckin’ love it. His hand’s still wrapped around my cock, and he’s squeezing just enough to hurt. For a second, that’s all I can feel: the shock of his mouth, the rough scratch of his chin, the shuddering pulse in my dick.

We’re going at it like animals, breathing hard through our noses, our bodies clamped close enough to fuse. I hear Emma moaning under us, her hips writhing off the mattress, desperate for attention, but neither of us is letting go. Pete bites my lower lip, damn near drawing blood, and I answer him by twisting his hair, jerking his head back so I can bite his jaw. We grind together, sharing the taste of Emma and of each other, spit trailing down my chin.

Fuckin’ A, man, it’s primal and ugly and pure fucking heaven.

I feel Pete’s hard cock brush my thigh, hot and slick, and the urge to just lose myself in him is almost overwhelming. But Pete pulls back, his lips swollen and shiny, his face twisted with this sick, hungry smile. “You like that, Gabs?” he whispers, barely audible above the sound of Emma’s needy cries. “You want more?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he shoves me back, grabs my dick at the root, and lines it up with Emma’s cunt, teasing her slit with the head until she’s squirming and cursing at both of us. He’s got this wild, dominant energy now, taking control of our fuckin’ filthy scene.

With a nasty-ass grin, Pete hocked a big one and spat it right on my throbbing piece. He rubbed it in 'til it was smeared with the wet trash. His eyes were shining with pure trouble. "Let's do this," he drawled out, a nasty little laugh hiding in his voice. He gets right in my ear, his sweat practically dripping on me, and whispers, "Let's fuck Emma's brains out, make her beg for more."

Fuckin' A, man, shit's about to get real!