Pete strolls toward us, casual as anything, stroking himself with slow, deliberate movements. He leans against the kitchen door jamb, spits a big, glistening blob onto his dick, and continues stroking, his eyes never leaving us. There's no jealousy there, no anger at finding his wife naked on another man's lap—just raw, hungry desire.

The sick fuck is loving this! He even gives me a nod, like he's giving his blessing to what I’m doin’. It's so fucking twisted, and it just makes me harder, knowing he's gonna be watching, knowing he wants this too.

I meet his gaze as I pull Emma closer, her breasts pressing against my chest. I nuzzle her ear, giving it a little nip, and she whimpers, a delicious little sound that goes straight to my cock. My mouth trails down her neck, leaving a wet path to her shoulders and chest.

I take one breast into my mouth, sucking hard on the nipple, grazing it with my teeth until she yelps and giggles. Then I move to the other, giving it the same treatment, while my hands slide down to grip her ass.

"God, Emma," I murmur against her skin, "your fuckin’ pussy’s so wet and warm. This feels incredible."

She sighs, "Mmmmh, yeah," and arches her back, slowly sliding her wetness along the length of my hard-on. The friction is exquisite, her slick folds gliding along my shaft, teasing but not quite giving either of us what we really want.

My hand slips between us, guiding the head of my cock to her entrance. There's a moment of resistance, then she sinks down, taking me inside her in one slow, steady motion. Fuck, man, the way it felt as it slipped in. That warm wetness caressing my hard cock. Heaven! Her heat engulfs me, tight and slick, and I let out a groan that feels like it's being torn from somewhere deep inside me.

Emma sets a frantic pace. It's like nothing can slow her the fuck down. She rides me with this desperate energy, her hips bucking in a rhythm that's driving me out of my mind. Her small body hammering into me, grinding down on my pelvis, her wet cunt swallowing me with each thrust. I can barely keep up, barely hold it together, as the pleasure blurs everything else. Her pussy squeezes my cock like a goddamn vise, her tight heat wrapping me, building me up so fast I don't know how long I can last.

The way she moves, man, the way she fucks, it's almost vicious, indifferent. Like I’m just another hard cock. Like I’m nothing and everything all at once. Man, I'm hooked. This fucked-up feelin' of bein' straight-up nobody and the whole damn show? It's a goddamn trip.

There's no hesitation, no teasing, just raw, insane intensity, like she's trying to melt me down to nothing. Each motion plows me deeper, harder, sending jolts and sparks of pure pleasure ripping up along my spine. I grunt with every rock of her hips, every impossibly tight pull of her slick cunt. The frantic pace and her crazy energy have me at the edge, like any second I might just explode.

I can feel her panting against me, feel her hot breath on my cheek as she leans forward, whispers my name in a harsh, needy gasp. My hands grab onto her hips, fingers pressing into her soft skin, trying to slow her down, to give myself a fucking second to breathe. But Emma just rides me faster, harder, her fingers tugging my hair, her moans breaking into wild, breathless cries.

It was swallowing me whole, too goddamn much to take, and I was close to blowin’ my load.

Fuck, I wonder, how's Pete reacting to this? I sneak a quick look his way, expecting him to be all goddamn jealous or pissed.

He hasn't moved from his spot, still stroking his own cock, eyes glued to his wife the entire time. There's a reverence in his gaze—like he's witnessing something sacred instead of just seein’ his wife fucking another man.

Emma's movements become more frantic, less coordinated. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I can feel her tightening around me, her inner walls pulsing with the beginning of her orgasm.

Then she's shuddering violently, her whole body seizing up as she comes. A high, screechy sound escapes her throat, “AEEHHHHH!”, her wet snatch squeezing around my hard-on in these rhythmic, greedy squeezes. It's all I can do not to come right then and there, the pressure of her orgasm nearly pushing me over the edge.

Fuck, I can't believe I'm keepin’ it together, but I am. The way her body tightens and shakes through her orgasm, the insane clench of her pussy, wet and wild around my cock, should have wrecked me. But I grip her hips and bite down against the incredible rush threatening to take me out like a fucking sniper. I’m not ready to be done with any of this, not even close.

Emma collapses against my chest as the last tremors ease up, her soft skin slick with sweat, mixing and mingling with my own sweat. I’m panting, gulping down big lungfuls of air like a man who nearly drowned and somehow made it to shore. My cock jerks and pulses inside her, so close to spilling its load. But hell, I'm riding the edge, loving the sweet agony of drawing it out, of teasing us both.

When the aftershocks finally subside, Emma cups my face in her hands, pulling me into a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss that seems to go on forever. We finally break apart, both breathless.

"Christ, Gabs, that was so damn good," she gasps, her forehead resting against mine, her body still trembling slightly.

And God, if it ain’t heaven, holding her like that. So weak and vulnerable. We both rest, recover. And Pete? Man, he’s gettin’ off on it, sitting on the coffee table, working his hard dick, taking it all in.

Emma's still straddling me, my cock still deep inside her wet cunt. I can’t believe we're not wrecked by now, that we're not puddles on the floor. But when she lifts slightly, when her slick pussy pulls at my still-hard shaft, I know we're nowhere near done.

Maybe I’m just as crazy as her, but all I want is more. Her heat, her sweat, the feeling of it all, it's like a drug and I'm so hooked. I don’t even care that my body’s past the point of exhaustion, that my arms and legs feel like they’re gonna go limp and stop working. It's like we're running on some insane kind of adrenaline, and we ain't slowing down. No fucking way.

She sighs, collapsing into me again like a ragdoll, like she just ran a friggin’ marathon and is feeling the joy of finally collapsing into a heap on the sidelines. I hold her soft body close, feel the thud of her heart against mine, the hot rush of blood still pounding.

But man, I'm worked up, hungry. No way I'm done with her yet. There's this fucked-up charge in the air, a wild electric tension that just won't let go of me. It's like, no matter how much we do, no matter what happens, I'll never be done.

I wonder if it's as good for her as it is for me, if she's gettin’ high off this like I am. The way she sags against me, her body wasted, all fuckin’ soft and wet, makes me think maybe, yeah, she is. Her skin is a furnace, her body just as burning-hot as my own.

Is that desperation in her sigh, or pure satisfaction? Maybe both.

I look over at Pete, who's looking right back at us, a wildness in his eyes as he works his wet cock with long, slow strokes. He is loving this—watching us. Seeing Emm. And me. And the two of us together.

He gives me another one of those fucked-up smiles, and it's enough to make me want to blow my load. But I grit my teeth. Hell, fuck that noise, we've got the whole goddamn morning ahead of us. And I want this ride to last.

"That was some seriously hot cunt," he yelled like a dumbass, completely killing the chill. His voice cuts through like a fucking bomb, shattering our little bubble of bliss.

Emma jolts, mumbles, “Wha—, mmmh, huh?” twitching against me. She moves in a slow daze, waking like she can't believe she passed out. Her eyes blink open, big and dark and confused, staring up at me like she's trying to remember where she is. “What?” she asks, looking at me.

Babes so blissed out she’s out of it, doesn’t even know that Pete’s right there behind her, that he’s been there watchin’ most of the dirty things we’ve been doin’.

“Sure was fuckin’ hot,” I say, looking into her eyes, and Emma smiles, sighs. She nuzzles in, her body shivering against mine, and I can feel her breath is soft and warm on my neck, almost as soft as her cunt. My hard cock twitches inside her, ready for action.

She lifts her head, smiles again, and something changes in her gaze, that wildness she had replaced with a sweetness that makes me melt like butter. Her eyes flicker, then she gives me this tender, love-me look that makes my balls ache.

But nope. I don’t want none of this “love me tender, love me sweet” soft shit. I want to give it to her hard! I’m ready to rock and roll again, ready to slam in so hard that the little slut can’t fuckin’ see straight.

She kisses me, more tender this time, her lips brushing mine in a way that makes my heart almost trip out of my chest. It’s so light and sweet like a tease, a whispered promise, and, fuck, man, I almost lose it right then and there.

“Mmmmh, your still hard,” she mumbles between kisses.

“Sure am.” I cup her ass and flex my dick, giving her wet cunt a good feel of it. Fuck, that feels good!

That's all it takes to light her fuse. She starts moving, this slow, deliberate grind, her hot, wet pussy clenching down on my cock as she pulls up, then that delicious release as she slides back down. Damn, that woman knows how to ride a man. And hell yeah, if this ain't the best goddamn feeling on the planet—my hard cock getting the royal treatment from her slick, warm cunt!

But I have plans, so I shift my hips, stopin’ her. She gives a frustrated whine, like a hungry, little kid who can't reach the damn cookie jar, and her eyes are wide for a second like she doesn’t know what’s next, like she thinks I’m tapping out early. Yeah, right.

Girl has no clue what’s coming. I roll my hips and push her off me, and her wet cunt makes this obscene sucking noise as it loses its grip on my cock, her wetness dribbles down onto my balls. She collapses onto my legs, confusion in her eyes, searching me like she’s hoping I don’t leave her hangin’.

"Don't worry, Emm” I say, “I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

“Then what—” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Get up here,” I growl.

Emma looks at me like she’s unsure about what I’m asking, like she’s trying to put the pieces together and figure out what sick, twisted shit I’ve got planned. The girl is breathless, hungry, doesn’t know if she should beg or just sit back and let me do whatever the hell I want to her. So I tell her again, “Get your pussy up on my face, babe. I want to eat your pussy.”

Those words sink in, and she finally gets it. Her eyes light up, glowing with that wild abandon and mischief I love so much on her.

I’m tired of waitin’. I take a deep breath. My cock’s pounding. My heart’s pounding. I go all in! I reach for her filthy hair, grab a fistful, and pull her close to me, our bodies slick and pressed together. She yelps. Her body trembles against me. She pushes against my chest. She’s still panting, still breathless, barely coming down from her orgasm when I crush my mouth against hers. My tongue plunges in fast, deep, hungry. I’m kissing her like she’s my last chance for air, desperate and rough and crazy, feeling the heat of her body mixing with mine, feeling her cling to me, her cunt dripping over my cock. She gives this little grunt of surprise that vibrates against my tongue like a goddamn tuning fork.

Fuck, I ache for her! Fuck, I want to devour her! Fuck, I want to ruin her!

I kiss her deep, so deep I feel the back of her throat. I’m hungry and I want it raw, want it savage. My dick is rock-hard and aching, but my mouth is what needs it now. I want to taste her soaking pussy, feel her thighs shake like before, feel that slut cum in my mouth, over and over, until she’s drained, wrecked, and beggin’ me to stop.

This kiss? It's a goddamn sign. It's fucking nasty. It's fucking hungry. It’s a promise of what I got planned. A signed contract of what I plan to deliver. This ain't gonna be any of that nicey-nice, lovey-dovey crap.

She moans into it, into me. My tongue’s all over her mouth. Her wet lips melt against mine, so hot and soft and perfect I could die. I pull back, nibble her lower lip, tugging it like I’m pulling a trigger, feeling her tighten her grip on me. I can tell she’s about to lose herself in it, in me, and I pull away just long enough to breathe.

“Fuck, I want you, babe.” The words are ragged, barely out of my mouth before I'm on her again. My hands move to her neck, feeling the wild pulse under her skin, feeling her goddamn life beating against my fingers. She doesn’t say a word, almost doesn’t breathe. She just gives in. Goes limp in my arms, let’s me take her wherever the fuck I want. The kiss goes on and on, my tongue explaining the thousand dirty things I’ve got planned.

I pull her back like a limp ragdoll, then back to me, mashing my mouth over one of her tits, suckin’ on the stiff nipple. I swirl my tongue round that nip. I can feel her body reacting, twitching, her heart racing faster than fuckin’ light. And I know she loves this, I know she's losing her goddamn mind. I want her wild. I want her begging. I want her so hungry and needy she’s shaking. “Please, Gabs, fuckin’ destroy me,” is all I want to hear. So I go all in, flick my tongue over her nipple so fast, it’s like a machine gun. The taste of her skin is like a damn drug, and I just gotta’ get more.

I munch on that tit so hard, it’s like I’m going for the fuckin’ gold. Can't even hear a goddamn thing over the sound of my own blood pounding against my ears, but I feel it. I feel the way her breath catches on the edge of a scream. I feel the way her body strains against mine, on the edge of fucking oblivion.

I release her nip with one last savage pull, my teeth scraping against it as I let go. It pops out of my mouth like a goddamn cork.

Then I pull her back to me, mouth over the other tit now, my teeth already going at it. This time I bite down, tugging it with my teeth. I’m merciless, pulling it like I want to rip it off.

Emma’s body arches like it's a fuckin' bow, but I hold her tight, not letting her go anywhere. She pushes against me, nails diggin’ into my flesh, arches her back, shoves her wet pussy against me, howls, “AGGGGHHHH!”

Shit, I’m gonna wreck the little freak. Gonna leave her so strung out ecstatic and broken that she won’t recover for days. I’m movin’ hard and wild on her, like a fuckin’ wildfire. My mouth is a goddamn monster. I switch from one tit to the other, giving both of them what they deserve, leaving them shiny and raw. Every goddamn inch of her is mine.

I make my way back to the first one, zeroing in on that luckiest of nips. Swirl my tongue around it again until it’s hard as a diamond, jutting out like a little beacon. I know exactly how to drive her wild, so I take her right to that edge, that sweet spot where pleasure and pain blur. I pushed the little bitch until she was squirming and moaning like a goddamn animal, and these breathy little whimpers she let out just made my dick harder.

I finally pull back, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. A raw, dirthy hunger claws at me. It's time for the main course. Goddamn it, I'm fucking starving, and not for waffles and syrup. I need to bury my face between her legs, taste her, devour her.

Not missing a beat, I yank her up my body, my hands gripping her hips, and hoist her into position. The little slut giggled, surprised and happy, like she was having the time of her goddamn life getting handled like this. Yeah, I hope she is, 'cause I'm fucking loving every single second of this raw, primal lust.

I pull her up my body, positioning her so she's straddling my face, legs braced against the back of the couch, her little ass perched in the air. Her pussy is right there, swollen and glistening, pulsing with need. The smell of her is intoxicating — musky, sweet, with the lingering scent of Pete's cum mixed with her own juices. Time to get down and dirty.

Emma's thighs bracket my head, her gapping, wet slit hovering just above my face, a warm invitation for my mouth. Her ass is a perfect peach, round and firm, positioned high in the air. From this angle, I can see everything—the pink folds of her pussy still slick from our fucking, and the faint trickle of cum leaking from her.

As Emma settlin’ her pretty little cunt over my face, I catch Pete stroll over and get up on the couch beside her. Fuck!—In all the shit that was goin’ on, I forgot he was even there, watching! Looking up past her belly and her perky, little tits, I see him plant a big, sloppy kiss right on her mouth. His hand clamps onto the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her messy hair as he stakes his claim on her lips.

"You looked wonderful, Emm," he says when they break apart, his voice thick with lust.

With a lot of surprise in her tone, Emma asks, "What? You saw?" Her body tenses slightly above me, and she stops movin’.

"Sure did, babe," Pete whispers in her ear. "When you yelled, fuck, I had to see what was going on.” His eyes flick down to me. “Saw the whole damn thing. That was fucking hot."

"All of it?" she gasps. She’s still a little breathless, and I can feel the heat of her body turning up a notch.

“Oh yeah.” Pete leans in, his cheek brushing against hers, getting even closer. “Everything! Every...goddamn...little...thing! It was...awesome!”