Greg Masters watches from the window, captivated by the lean man and graceful woman moving in, sweating under the sun. Greg's breath quickens at the sway of the woman's sundress and the curve of her back. She sets down a box, turns, and glances at his house.

"Her name is Faith," Vicky murmurs, her voice a sultry whisper as she entwines her arms around her husband, pulling him close with an irresistible allure.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Her words are like a spark, igniting a fierce, primal hunger within him, an insatiable craving that courses through his veins.

She follows his gaze, already knowing what she'll see. Greg feels her smile against his ear.

"She's quite something, isn't she?" Her breath sends a shiver through him. Outside, Faith bends over, her dress clinging and riding up her thighs, the heat intensifying her movements.

Greg nods, a low sound catching in his throat. Vicky's interest grows as Faith wipes her brow and hands a box to Lee, whose swimmer's body gleams in the sun.

They watch intently, breaths quickening. "They're stunning," Vicky whispers, tracing Greg's stomach.

"You can't take your eyes off her." Greg laughs, a strangled sound, as Faith's dress lifts, revealing skin.

His lips part, eyes hungry like Vicky's. "Beautiful," he repeats, voice thick with desire.

They watch as Faith shifts her hair, revealing her neck's curve. Vicky presses against Greg, feeling his excitement at the new thrill. Faith's movements captivate him, and Vicky senses the effect, instinctively knowing him. Her hands move lower, the mere suggestion intoxicating. Greg groans as she whispers, "I love seeing you like this."

"She wants it," Greg says suggestively.

Vicky imagines a secret beneath Faith's sundress as they sit on the patio, summer air thick with possibility. Neighboring lights blink through the fence, and their wine glasses are half empty.

Greg's been watching Faith, savoring every moment. "The way she stretched to reach the top shelves...I could see everything."

Vicky's jealousy shifts to desire. "What about the husband?"

"Seemed a bit unsure," Greg smirks into his glass, enjoying the unfolding story. "Well-built, but reserved. Maybe she's the adventurous one."

Vicky leans back, tracing her glass rim. "Maybe they're both adventurous," she suggests, her voice low.

They exchange a knowing look, and Greg's pulse quickens with anticipation. It feels like it's already happening.

Vicky shifts her legs, revealing the idea's impact on her. "You think they're perfect?" she asks, testing the thought. "We thought others were perfect, too."

Greg insists, "No, this time it's different. I know it." He sees her desire overcoming doubt, relishing that moment of decision.

"Okay," she breathes. "Let's do it. Let's make them ours."

Her words excite him, and he struggles to keep his hands off her. "I knew you'd say that," he teases, moving closer.

Vicky laughs, thrilled by their connection. Greg pulls her onto his lap, spilling wine as she settles against him. "I want you so bad," she whispers, noticing his excitement.

"Tell me how." He groans in response, and they both know they've never wanted anything more.

The bedroom is a blur of hands and mouths. Greg fumbles with Vicky's clothes, eager for everything.

"Let's introduce ourselves," he pants, pulling at her shirt.

She slips away, teasing. "Too soon. Let them settle. Then we pounce." She pushes him onto the bed, climbing on top.

The thrill of plotting and each other is almost overwhelming. Her body against his, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"And if they're not interested?" he asks, his voice raw and hopeful.

Vicky laughs wickedly, full of certainty. "Everyone's interested," she asserts, moving closer. Her confidence is intoxicating, and Greg feels ready to explode.

They roll, twisting the sheets in anticipation. Her fingers slide into his pants. "They won't be able to resist," she promises, knowing the effect on him.

Greg's hand tangles in her hair, pulling her into a breathless kiss full of desire and daring. He envisions it all vividly, like a favorite film.

"We can have them over for some drink in the Jacuzzi," he suggests, pressing against her.

"Make the evening special." She bites his neck, causing shivers.

"After they think they're safe," Vicky agrees, meeting his gaze.

"When they see us as nice neighbors with harmless intentions." Her predatory grin makes him love her more, admiring her ability to push him and her relentless drive.

Greg smiles and says, "And then what."

Her body is electric as she shares her plan. "First we flirt, then push, and they'll come running," she whispers, feeling his response.

Greg shudders, pulling her close, craving it all.

"Tell me what you see," he urges, both lost in the thrill and promise of something dangerous and new.

Vicky rode Greg with an intense rhythm, her thighs gripping his hips tightly. Her movements made his entire body tense, her breasts bouncing with each motion. She felt like a goddess, her tight, hot embrace drawing him in with every thrust.

"She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Vicky purred, her voice dripping with lust as she leaned forward, her tits brushing against his chest. Her breath was hot against his ear, her words a filthy whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “Faith. You’re going to fuck her so hard, aren’t you? You’re going to bury that big cock of yours deep inside her tight little pussy while I watch. You’re going to make her scream, aren’t you?”

Greg groaned, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he thrust up into her, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping wet hole. The thought of Faith, of her perfect tits, her tight little body, her moans as he fucked her raw—it was too much. He was so close, so fucking close, but he didn’t want it to end. Not yet.

“What else?” he gasped, his voice ragged, his cock twitching inside her. “Tell me more.”

Vicky smirked, her hips grinding down on him harder, her pussy clenching around his cock like a fucking vice. “Lee,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “He’ll be there, watching. Helpless. He’ll see you fucking his wife, see her taking every inch of your cock, see her begging for more. He’ll see how much she loves it, how much she wants you. And he won’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”

Greg’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing inside her as the image filled his mind. Faith spread out beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her pussy gripping his cock as he fucked her hard and deep. Lee, watching from the corner, his cock hard and leaking as he watched his wife take another man’s dick. It was too much. Too fucking much.

Vicky leaned back, her hands on his chest as she rode him hard and fast, her pussy slamming down on his cock with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the room. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. She was a fucking animal, wild and uninhibited, and Greg loved every second of it.

“You want her, don’t you?” Vicky taunted, her voice dripping with lust as she watched him lose himself in the fantasy. “You want to fuck her so bad. You want to feel her tight little pussy wrapped around your cock, don’t you? You want to make her scream your name as you fuck her raw?”

Greg groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, his cock slamming into her pussy with a force that made her cry out. He was so close, so fucking close, but he didn’t want it to end. Not yet.

“Tell me more,” he gasped, his voice ragged, his cock twitching inside her.

Vicky smirked, her hips grinding down on him harder, her pussy clenching around his cock like a fucking vice. “You’ll fuck her in every room of the house,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “You’ll bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her from behind, her tits pressed against the cold marble as you slam into her. You’ll take her on the living room floor, her legs spread wide as you bury your cock deep inside her. You’ll fuck her in their bed, right where Lee sleeps every night, and you’ll make sure he knows it.”

Greg’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing inside her as the image filled his mind. Faith, bent over the kitchen counter, her ass in the air as he fucked her from behind. Faith, spread out on the living room floor, her legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed into her. Faith, in Lee’s bed, moaning his name as he fucked her raw. It was too much. Too fucking much.

Vicky leaned back, her hands on his chest as she rode him hard and fast, her pussy slamming down on his cock with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the room. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. She was a fucking animal, wild and uninhibited, and Greg loved every second of it.

“You’re going to make her cum so hard,” Vicky whispered, her voice dripping with lust as she watched him lose himself in the fantasy. “You’re going to make her scream your name as you fuck her raw. You’re going to make her beg for more.”

Greg groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, his cock slamming into her pussy with a force that made her cry out. He was so close, so fucking close, but he didn’t want it to end. Not yet.

“Tell me more,” he gasped, his voice ragged, his cock twitching inside her.

Vicky smirked, her hips grinding down on him harder, her pussy clenching around his cock like a fucking vice. “You’ll make her cum over and over again,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “You’ll fuck her until she can’t take it anymore, until she’s begging you to stop. But you won’t stop. You’ll keep fucking her, keep making her cum, until she’s a trembling mess beneath you.”

Greg’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing inside her as the image filled his mind. Faith, trembling beneath him, her pussy gripping his cock as he fucked her raw. Faith, begging him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop. He’d keep fucking her, keep making her cum, until she was a trembling mess beneath him. It was too much. Too fucking much.

Vicky leaned back, her hands on his chest as she rode him hard and fast, her pussy slamming down on his cock with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the room. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. She was a fucking animal, wild and uninhibited, and Greg loved every second of it.

“You’re going to make her yours,” Vicky whispered, her voice dripping with lust as she watched him lose himself in the fantasy. “You’re going to fuck her so hard, so deep, that she’ll never forget it. She’ll never forget you.”

Greg groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, his cock slamming into her pussy with a force that made her cry out. He was so close, so fucking close, but he didn’t want it to end. Not yet.

“Tell me more,” he gasped, his voice ragged, his cock twitching inside her.

Vicky smirked, her hips grinding down on him harder, her pussy clenching around his cock like a fucking vice. “You’ll make her cum one last time,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “And then you’ll fill her up with your cum. You’ll pump every last drop of your seed deep inside her, marking her as yours.”

Greg’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing inside her as the image filled his mind. Faith, trembling beneath him, his cum filling her up, marking her as his. It was too much. Too fucking much.

Vicky leaned back, her hands on his chest as she rode him hard and fast, her pussy slamming down on his cock with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the room. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. She was a fucking animal, wild and uninhibited, and Greg loved every second of it.

“Cum for me,” Vicky whispered, her voice dripping with lust as she watched him lose himself in the fantasy. “Cum for me, Greg. Cum for Faith.”

Greg groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, his cock slamming into her pussy with a force that made her cry out. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He was too close, too fucking close.

With a guttural moan, he came, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her up with his cum. Vicky cried out, her pussy clenching around him as she came with him, their bodies trembling with the force of it.

Panting and sweaty, they collapsed together, bodies entwined. Greg remained inside her, twitching as the last of his cum spilled. They lay there, immersed in the afterglow of their fantasy.

“We’re going to do it,” Vicky whispered, her voice low and sultry. “We’re going to make it happen.”

Greg nodded, his cock still twitching inside her. “Yeah,” he gasped, his voice ragged. “We’re going to make it happen.”

And they would. They would make it happen. They would fuck Faith raw, and they would make sure Lee watched every second of it.

The coffee shop hums with activity as Greg and Vicky enter, spotting Faith and Lee. Greg admires Faith's dress, while Vicky smiles knowingly. They move with purpose, Vicky securing a table as Greg purposely bumps into Faith.

"Sorry about that," he says with an irresistible smile. Faith stammers, flustered, and he revels in how easy this will be. Across the room, Vicky catches Lee's eye with a hair flip and a teasing smile. He hesitates, glancing at his wife, but Vicky knows he'll take the bait—they always do.

Greg remains steady, noticing Faith's momentary slip as she regains composure. He lightly brushes her fingers when she reaches for the coffee. Vicky observes from the table, signaling Lee to join her with a slow, seductive gesture. The Thompsons are trapped before they realize it.

"Let me guess," Greg says, eyeing Faith's drink. "An iced vanilla latte?" Her eyes widen, mouth forming a surprised O. "Good taste," he murmurs, enjoying her reaction and the blush on her cheeks. Her hesitation is delightful, but he notices a crack in her uncertainty.

"Yes," she replies, flustered. Faith glances at Lee, who’s already pulling out a chair with Vicky. Greg notices her relax slightly and seizes the moment. "Join us," he suggests smoothly. "It's cooler here."

Lee sits beside Vicky, observing Greg with interest and mild confusion. Vicky's hand lightly touches his arm, feeling him tense, then relax. "It was hot like this when you moved in, right?" she whispers. He nods, distracted by her proximity. She relishes the chase and thrill of new prey.

Faith hesitates but is drawn to Greg, sitting down almost unconsciously. His unwavering attention is intoxicating. Vicky watches from across the table as Faith fidgets and sneaks glances at Greg, who never breaks eye contact.

"What a nice surprise," Vicky says with a mischievous lilt. "I didn't think we'd see you so soon." Her eyes flit between Lee and Faith, feeling the rush of possibility. Lee laughs nervously, and she knows just how to soothe him.

"We were just out for a quick caffeine fix," Lee says, shifting as his leg brushes Vicky's under the table. She doesn't move, noticing the jolt it gives him.

Faith observes Vicky and Greg, flustered and unsure where to look. "We weren't expecting to meet anyone yet," she admits. Greg's intensity is overwhelming, reading her like an open book.

"Sometimes things just fall into place," Greg says, the weight of his gaze never leaving her. He hands her the drink, fingers grazing her skin again, memorizing how she jumps, how she flushes. "Right?" he adds, his meaning clear, if unspoken.

Vicky holds Lee's attention, keeping him focused on her, on them. "We should get together," she says, her thigh brushing against his. "It's so nice to have new people in the neighborhood."

Lee nods, perhaps more eager than he intends. "Yeah, that would be great," he says, almost too quickly, and Vicky can see Faith's surprised expression as she tries to process the situation.

"Hey, I know you should come over for some drinks in our Jacuzzi," Greg interjects smoothly. His smile is a promise, a lure. "We'd love to get to know our new neighbors better."

He sees the hesitation in Faith's eyes and loves it. Loves knowing that they're already drawing her in.

Faith glances at Lee, her uncertainty written all over her face. "Are you sure?" she says, her voice soft, tentative. Greg feels the electricity of her doubt, the charge of her curiosity.

"Absolutely," Vicky assures them, pressing closer to Lee, her warmth, her scent wrapping around him. She gives Faith a conspiratorial wink. "We insist."

Greg watches, barely containing his satisfaction, as Lee nods again, sealing the deal. "We'd love to," Lee says, his voice steady, though his eyes flicker with the excitement of the unexpected.

Faith smiles, still uncertain but swayed, the pink of her cheeks telling Greg everything he needs to know. Vicky and Greg exchange a look, a subtle, shared victory, and the Thompsons rise to leave.

"We'll see you tomorrow," Vicky calls after them, feeling the thrill of the hunt pulse through her. Greg's fingers brush hers under the table, both of them reveling in the promise of what comes next.

The kitchen table is cluttered with cocktail recipe books and ambition. Greg mixes experimental drinks with bomb-maker precision, aiming to make something they both should enjoy. Vicky sketches a Jacuzzi layout, placing Faith by Greg and Lee by herself, as they shamelessly plot seduction. Greg details his plan to touch Faith underwater, while Vicky eagerly strategies her approach for Lee. They practice suggestive conversation, energized by the possibilities.

Greg spins an empty glass, contemplating the evening's potential. He sets it down, eyes on Vicky’s sketch. "This is genius," he says, imagining Faith in the red bikini. "She won't know what hit her," he muses, more to himself. Vicky smirks, savoring his desire.

Hearing the doorbell, they exchange devilish grins as Greg remarks, “Our guests are here.”

Greg opens the door, his hunger evident. Faith, in her red bikini, captivates him, while Lee stands nearby, protective. Vicky follows with an alluring smile, brushing Lee's arm.

"Perfect," she says, her approval clear.

The Masters' house, seductive and unrelenting, beckons. Lee and Faith enter, curiosity surpassing caution, stepping into a web of lights, music, and plans.

Greg shuts the door, the soft click feeling like a lock. The warm air inside seems inviting.

"I'm glad you could come," Greg says, his gaze lingering on Faith, who feels its weight, her skin tingling under his eyes.

Vicky leads Lee deeper into their home, saying, "We have everything ready," with a voice of silk and honey.

Lee, unaccustomed to such confident women, feels exposed and stammers in surprise.

They follow Vicky to the backyard, now transformed by string lights and soft music. The Jacuzzi, steaming invitingly, is the centerpiece. Everything feels deliberate, excessive, clearly revealing the Masters' intentions.

Faith clutches her towel with an uncertain smile. Lee stays close, protective yet intrigued.

"You have a beautiful home," he says sincerely, though disbelieving. Vicky squeezes his arm, relishing his reaction and how out of place he seems.

Greg quietly moves behind Faith, his presence clear.

"Let's get comfortable," he gently commands, guiding her to the Jacuzzi and away from Lee. The contact is electric, more intense than Faith can admit.

Vicky subtly guides Lee away, making it seem like his idea. Her focused attention is inescapable. She leads him to the other side of the Jacuzzi, where he sees Greg smoothly approach Faith.

Greg's hand finds the small of Faith's back as she hesitates at the water's edge.

"I'll help you," he offers, his touch intimate, almost possessive.

Faith swallows hard, feeling the heat of his hand, feeling the heat of everything. She steps in, the water swallowing her gasp, her uncertainty.

Vicky seats Lee beside her, their legs just grazing under the water. The touch is intentional, a hint of more.

"This is nice," Lee says, trying to sound casual, trying to mask his discomfort. Vicky laughs, a sound that cuts through his facade, cuts through his defenses.

Greg slips into the Jacuzzi, close, too close to Faith. He watches her adjust to the warmth, watches her struggle to act unaffected. Her cheeks flush, and not just from the temperature. He loves the sight of it, loves knowing he's getting to her.

Steam rises around them, a curtain that isolates, that intensifies. Vicky leans back, watching Lee, watching Faith, seeing how quickly they become pliable, vulnerable. She nudges Lee's knee with hers, watching the surprise, the flicker of excitement.

Faith's breath comes quick, uneven, the water amplifying her nerves. She feels Greg's presence like a brand, like something that marks her. It's thrilling and terrifying, and she doesn't know how to handle it, doesn't know if she wants to.

Lee is quieter, more withdrawn, but the set of his jaw, the flick of his eyes to Vicky's skin, betrays him. He tries to focus, tries to find something to say, something to hold on to.

Vicky leaves no space for his thoughts to settle. She closes the gap, her proximity a challenge, a seduction. Lee struggles to breathe, to maintain any sense of control.

Faith's leg brushes against Greg's, and she jumps, startled, aware.

Greg leans closer, watching her react, feeding off the tension, the anticipation. Faith knows she should pull away, knows she should resist, but she doesn't.

The four of them sit in the charged silence, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken desires. Faith and Lee are caught, unsure of how they ended up here, unsure of how to escape.

Greg and Vicky savor the moment, savor the mastery of it all. They've drawn the Thompsons into their web, and now all they have to do is watch them struggle, watch them submit.

Bubbles burst like champagne as the Masters immerse their guests. The water teases bare skin, making Faith nervous.

Vicky places cocktails on the edge, smiling coyly, "Hope you like them strong."

Lee sniffs before sipping, while Faith giggles loudly at Greg's jokes, her laugh echoing as she twirls her hair and moves closer to him.

"This is fantastic," Lee says, nodding as his eyes flick to Vicky's neckline. She notices, smiling in satisfaction, a silent promise that makes his heart skip. Greg, observing Faith sip her cocktail, leans in close enough to catch her breath.

"Strong and sweet," Greg murmurs, his gaze never leaving her. "Just how I like it."

The words hang heavy between them, and Faith feels the weight, feels it settle deep in her stomach as a thrilling unease.

Greg's foot lightly touches her leg, testing.

"Tell me about your work," he says, moving too close. His intense interest makes Faith struggle to think clearly.

She tucks her hair behind her ear, searching for words under his gaze.

"The gallery," Faith says, her voice soft, shaky. "I... curate shows." Her eyes flicker between Greg's and the water, unsure where to settle. His attention is relentless, intoxicating.

"I love art," Greg replies, letting his fingers drift under the water, teasing. Faith gasps, her drink nearly slipping from her hand. Greg catches it, holding her steady, savoring the way she reacts.

Vicky's laughter floats across the surface, drawing attention back to her and Lee. She shifts, pressing her leg against his, her body angled provocatively, openly.

"And what about you?" she asks, refilling his drink. "Finance, was it?"

Lee nods, trying to focus, to remember who he is and where he's from. The drinks, the heat, the curve of Vicky's cleavage make it hard for him to think straight.

"Yeah," he manages, his voice a bit too eager, a bit too raw. "I do financial analysis."

Vicky tilts her head, her hair spilling like golden waves. "You must be very good with numbers," she says.

"Thanks for inviting us," Faith says, her voice soft, carrying the hint of a tremor. Greg can hear it, hear the desire she doesn't even know is there.

"We're so glad you came," Vicky says, her touch lingering, her eyes dancing. Lee shifts, clearly flustered by the setting, by the boldness, but Greg sees the interest there, sees the desire beneath the surface.

"Glad to have you here," Greg echoes, his voice smooth, thick, calculated to ease them in and keep them hooked. "We've got quite a night planned."

As Lee and Faith slowly unwind with each sip, Greg realizes they're ready to advance to the next stage of their plan.

Greg exits the Jacuzzi while pouring the drinks with care, his gaze fixed on Faith as she fiddles with her bikini straps, her fingers clumsy, revealing her anxiety.

"Ready for the next round?" he calls, holding up a pitcher of amber liquid, feeling the weight of the anticipation, the inevitability. He watches Faith’s hesitation melt into intrigue, and she nods, more eager than before.

"This is something I created myself," Greg announces, distributing the fresh drinks with care, with a practiced, deliberate touch. His words hang in the air, heavy with implication. "I think you're going to like it."

Faith giggles nervously, her fingers trembling slightly as she accepts the glass. The sound of her laughter makes Greg throb, makes him desperate to see just how loose she can get.

Lee raises an eyebrow, skepticism on his face, intrigue in his eyes. "Your own concoction, huh?" he says, attempting to sound casual, failing to hide his interest. Greg loves it. Loves the way they're all falling into this, the way they're falling into each other.

Greg watches Faith as she takes a tentative sip, sees her eyes widen, sees the color rush to her cheeks. Her reaction is immediate, intoxicating.

Lee sniffs the drink, tentative, testing, and then gulps it down. The impact hits them like a shockwave, like a touch they can't ignore.

Vicky slides closer to Lee, the water and alcohol making her proximity more intense, more insistent. Her hand skims the surface, her touch a promise. She watches how Faith giggles, watches how Lee stares, watches how they're breaking.

Greg’s voice is low, intimate, for Faith and for Lee, for them all. "See? It's good right?" he murmurs, more to himself, more to Vicky, knowing how this is affecting everyone. He catches Vicky’s eye, both of them barely containing the satisfaction, the triumph. It’s happening. It’s inevitable.

The Jacuzzi bubbles as heat and drinks loosen inhibitions and clothing. Faith and Lee sit apart, separated by the Masters' precision. Greg ensures Faith's glass is always full, ensuring she feels the effects.

Faith sits close to Greg, her body glistening and laughter uncontrolled. "Wow, this is... strong," she giggles, her cheeks red from the alcohol and his presence.

Lee watches from across the water, his focus darting between Faith and Vicky. His breath catches at how Faith laughs, how she touches Greg's arm without realizing. He's caught helpless, the alcohol muddling his senses, Vicky muddling them more.

Vicky presses against him, feeling his muscles tense and then relax, feeling him fall deeper into the spell.

"You look warm," she teases, her voice dripping with seduction, with certainty. She slides even closer, ensuring Lee feels every part of her.

Greg keeps his eyes on Faith, seeing how the drink unwinds her, unravels her. He knows the moment it takes hold, knows it by the way she leans into him, her skin against his, her giggles turning to breathy laughter. He pours another drink, feeling his own desire pulse, uncontained, wild.

The alcohol and heat blend together, amplifying every sensation, every desire.

Greg feels Faith's thigh press against his, feels her succumb to the euphoria of the moment, feels it surge through her. He moves closer, a practiced predator, seeing her pupils dilate, seeing the flush of her skin.

Faith lets out a high, uninhibited laugh, a sound so different from before, so new, so desperate. It makes Greg throb. It makes him certain.

"This is amazing," she says, her words a breathy moan. "I can't believe how much I'm enjoying this."

Lee shifts uncomfortably, caught between the sight of his wife, the touch of Vicky. He can't believe how close she's getting, how intense this is.

Vicky keeps him on edge, her hands and words making sure he stays focused on her, on the alcohol, on how they’re unraveling him.

Faith doesn't care, doesn't see, doesn't notice anything but the way Greg makes her feel. She’s too far gone.

Greg holds her attention, holds it tight, seeing how every sip, every touch, every look makes her want more.

Vicky leans into Lee, lets him feel everything she's willing to give, feeling his resistance weaken, feeling his desire. The alcohol fuels it, fans it, makes it more than he can manage.

Greg's hand brushes Faith's side, feeling the shiver run through her, feeling the surrender, the desperation. She giggles again, loud and needy, the alcohol loosening her, making her pliant and reckless.

Lee can barely keep up, barely process how much this is, how fucking fast it's happening. Vicky leaves him breathless, disoriented, wanting. Her effect is like a drug, overpowering, precise.

Greg knows the moment it all gives way, knows it by the way Faith’s hands linger, by the way her words slur with longing, with lust.

"More," she pleads, her body hot and wanting, her mouth so close to his. "Give me more."

He can barely contain the triumph, the certainty, the sheer fucking satisfaction of having her this way, of having Lee's attention barely hanging on. It drives him, drives Vicky, pushes them further, harder.

The Masters exchange a look, aware it's working. They've pushed the limits and are close to success.

Vicky's grip on Lee tightens, pulling him closer, seeing his restraint crack. Greg feels Faith's body press against his, sees her abandon, her desire. He knows it's time. He knows they're going to take it all.

Faith is lost in a tangle of alcohol and lust, her resolve dissolving.

"This is so intense," she thinks, her body throbbing with each movement and touch.

Watching Lee under Vicky's hands, feeling Greg's confident fingers, her breath quicken, uneven. "I'm not myself," she realizes, dizzy and hungry with thrill. "Maybe this is what I wanted," she admits, letting Greg pull her closer and giving in.

Warmth spreads through Faith as Greg's confident touch tingles her skin. Her breathing quickens, resolve weakening with each caress. She glances at Lee, noting how Vicky's touch unwinds him. An unexpected moan escapes her lips.

"I'm losing control," she thinks, "and I don't even know how."

Faith can't believe the way she's feeling, the way everything melts, the way she dissolves. Greg's hands slide with purpose, climbing her leg, knowing exactly how to break her. Her breathing turns into soft, pleading sounds, the conflict burning her up.

"This is crazy," she thinks.

His fingers inch higher, and she shudders, lets her eyes close, lets herself enjoy the thrill of losing her resolve, of losing herself.

"Why can't I stop myelf," she realizes, "maybe I don't care."

Greg watches her closely, noting how she's barely holding on. His fingers brush the hem of her bikini, testing boundaries, and she gasps, composure shattered. Her body throbs with intensity, a mix of fear and excitement becoming addictive. She can't stop, doesn't want Greg to stop.

"I'm going to break," she thinks, overwhelmed by desire.

"This is insane," she admits, breathless and beyond reason.

She opens her eyes, seeing Greg's hunger, seeing how much he needs this. It makes her throb, makes her wet, makes her reckless. She knows she should pull away, knows she shouldn't be here, knows this is unthinkable.

"But I'm here," she thinks, unable to believe it, unable to stop. She watches Lee, sees him give in, feels her own body surrender.

"Maybe this is what I wanted all along," she confesses, the thought as daring and forbidden as Greg's hands.

The cocktails weave their spell, loosening her inhibitions, unraveling her completely, until all that matters is the sensation of Greg's fingers, Greg's touch. His hands explore over her bikini-clad mound, confident and daring, breaching every limit with a deliberate hunger.

She quivers, feeling how bold he's become, feeling herself respond with abandon.

"Oh my god I do want this," her mind screams, no longer fighting, no longer holding back. The alcohol and heat rush through her, the need and desperation filling her up, drowning her hesitation.

Greg knows the moment she gives in, feels her body soften, feels her surrender.

"Oh god," she moans, unable to stop the words, unable to stop any of it. Her movements are needy, wanton, surprising herself with how far she's gone, how much she's let happen.

"I don't even know how," she thinks, and the thought only fuels her desire. She watches Greg, watches his hands, and lets him have her.

Vicky's touch leaves Lee feeling unhinged and at her mercy.

"I can't believe this," he thinks as her persistence and the wine break down his resistance. Watching Faith succumb to Greg's touch, Lee is overwhelmed by disbelief and desire.

"This is really happening," he acknowledges, surrendering to Vicky's embrace.

Vicky's fingers dig into Lee's skin, overwhelming him with intensity.

"Oh fuck," he gasps, feeling her breasts against his back.

Meanwhile, Faith melts into Greg, responding to his intimate touch and questions.

"What excites you?" Greg asks, his hands exploring and claiming.

The alcohol and the warmth blur together, and Lee can't focus, can't stop himself from giving in.

"I shouldn't," he thinks as Vicky moves lower, as she unravels him.

Her fingers find every knot, every inch of his resistance, and break it down.

Lee shudders, feeling her breath on his neck, feeling his body respond, feeling her take him over.

"Relax," she whispers, making it impossible not to. "Enjoy this."

He watches Faith, watches how she arches under Greg's touch, how her body moves with need. Her hands grip Greg's arm, desperate, pleading.

"I can't believe she's letting him," Lee thinks, the shock thrilling him, shocking him.

"I can't believe I'm letting her." It's too much, too fucking much, but he wants it. The intensity is more than he can handle, but he can't look away. He can't stop.

Lee is dizzy, caught in the impossible reality of it all. He watches Vicky, feels her, and his disbelief makes him burn, makes him hard, makes him helpless.

"This is real," he thinks, the shock of it mixing with desire, with arousal. His mind races, but he can't stop his body, can't stop any of it.

"Oh fuck," he groans, watching Faith, feeling Vicky, unable to contain himself.

Greg's words echo in the steamy air, each one a challenge, a tease. Faith squirms, unable to hold still, unable to answer.

"Everything about art excites me," she gasps, her words tangled with breaths, with moans.

Greg knows it's not art she's talking about, knows she's losing her struggle, knows she's close.

"Especially the more intimate parts," he says, feeling her shiver, feeling her need.

Faith watches Greg, feels him, and she can't keep it together, can't keep from wanting this, from wanting him.

"I'm losing control," she thinks, dizzy, thrilled. "And I love it."

Her breath comes in quick, sharp gasps as Greg moves, as his touch turns bold and knowing. Faith grips him, lost and unsure, and the desperation makes her shudder, makes her lean into him, makes her melt.

Lee watches Faith's surrender, and it makes him burn, makes him fucking insane.

"She's gone," he thinks, seeing how much she's given up, seeing how close she is. He can't believe it, can't believe himself, can't believe them. He moans as Vicky slides her hands lower, testing him, finding his limits, feeling him out. Her touch is like a drug, and he can't get enough.

Vicky keeps Lee on edge, keeps him focused on her, on them.

"You like this, don't you?" she murmurs, her words wicked and knowing.

Lee doesn't answer, can't answer. His breath comes quick, ragged, as he lets go, as he loses himself, as he loses Faith.

"You do," Vicky says, moving with certainty, with intent, with full confidence. Her hands work his chest, his arms, and Lee can't believe the way his body responds.

Faith is as breathless, as unhinged as Lee. Greg watches her, sees every slip in her composure, sees her unravel, sees her arousal bloom. He never lets up, never stops. His fingers push deeper into her bikini, and she arches against him, craving more, needing more.

"Oh god," she thinks, the conflict inside her as thrilling as the way Greg touches her. "I'm going to explode."

Greg presses his lips to Faith's ear, his voice smooth and thick with implication.

"What else excites you?" he asks, and Faith knows it's more than a question. It's a promise.

"This," she gasps, shameless and raw. "This is so insane."

Greg's hands are unrelenting, demanding, and she feels herself break, feels herself fall, feels herself wanting all of it.

He leans back, drawing her closer, feeling the certainty of her response, the wildness of it. He loves seeing her this way, seeing her succumb. His fingers travel down her back, over the curve of her ass, letting her feel every inch of his attention, every inch of her own desire.

Faith watches him, watches his hands, feeling herself become unhinged, undone, and unable to care.

"I'm his," she thinks, no longer fighting it.

Vicky feels Lee let go, feels him respond, and it drives her, pushes her. "Just let it happen," she says, seeing how much he's losing, seeing how much she's winning. Lee's breathing is erratic, quick. His head spins, his body throbs.

"What are we doing?" he thinks, but the thought is distant, meaningless. He's soaked in lust and need, and he can't stop, can't think. Faith and Greg are a blur across the water, and it only pushes him further, only drives him deeper into Vicky's grasp.

He grips Vicky's thigh, needing something to hold on to, needing this, needing all of it. Faith watches Lee's surrender, and it pushes her, too, makes her insane with desire.

"I'm really doing this," she thinks, "I'm really here." Her breath catches, and she arches again, unable to stop, unable to believe it, unable to be anything but his.

Greg's hands explore, possess, leave nothing untouched.

Faith is lost, lost and reckless, lost and desperate.

"I'm his," she thinks again, letting it consume her. "I'm really his."

Lee gives in, too, gives in to Vicky, to her touch, to the insanity of it all.

"Oh fuck," he thinks, and the words echo through Faith, through Lee, through everything.

They're giving in, giving up, and loving every second of it.

Vicky's hands are fearless, breaking down Lee as her words break down his resolve.

"Look at your wife," she says, shameless and taunting. "She's never felt anything like this."

Greg pulls Faith against him, demanding and possessive, his fingers trailing the wet strands of her hair.

"Oh fuck, she's gone," Lee thinks, watching Faith's expression, seeing her lost in desire, seeing himself lost with her.

The heat, the pressure, the thrill is all-consuming, unstoppable. They can't hold on much longer, can't pretend they're in control. They want it, need it. They give in.

Vicky's hands move with intent, claiming Lee's body as her words claim his thoughts.

"Your wife is beautiful," she murmurs, watching his reaction, seeing him break down.

Greg pulls Faith closer, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, his touch confident and controlling. Faith leans into him, her cheeks flushed, her body desperate and needy.

"I can't believe this," Lee thinks, feeling his mind give in, feeling his resistance snap, watching Faith come undone. He lets out a shaky moan, his body unhinged, unraveled.

"Oh god, yes." He wants it all.

Lee's head spins, and he can't believe Faith's expression, can't believe how undone she is, can't believe how much it affects him.

"I can't hold on," he thinks, the audacity, the shock, the thrill of making him throb, making him weak, making him break. Vicky keeps pushing, her touch unrelenting, her words relentless.

"He's watching you," she says, the meaning clear, dirty. Lee is wild, reckless, shameless. The alcohol soaks his hesitation, and he can't pretend anymore. He lets go. He lets himself have it.

Faith is overwhelmed by the intensity, by the heat and pressure and thrill. Greg is demanding, possessive, all over her. Her body is desperate, needy, unrestrained.

 "This is insane," she thinks, her mind wild, lost. "And I don't care."

Greg watches her squirm, feeling how much she's given up, feeling how far she's gone. He knows exactly what he's doing, knows how much it's driving her insane. He pulls her against him, his touch bold, controlling. Faith throbs, soaked in desire, soaked in lust, soaked in everything.

His fingers slip down her sides, finding every inch, knowing her. She doesn't hold back, doesn't pretend. She wants this, wants it so fucking bad. Faith is a mess, unhinged, melting.

"Let him watch," Greg whispers, taunting her, taunting Lee, pushing them both.

"I will," she thinks, and the boldness makes her reckless, makes her moan, makes her lose it.

"Oh god," she gasps, arching into him, letting him have her, needing it all, taking it all.

The heat and pressure are unstoppable, out of control. Faith moans, breathless, unrestrained, shocking herself with the wildness of it, the reality of it. She sees Lee's reaction, sees him lose it, sees him break, and it drives her insane, drives her over the edge. Vicky feels Lee give in, feels him snap, feels him need this as much as Faith, as much as Greg, as much as her. Her hands are shameless, and so is he, and so is she.

"Look at him," Vicky thinks, her own arousal fueled by the thrill of it. "Look at them. Oh god, yes."

Greg knows Faith's resistance is gone, knows it's snapped, knows she's his. He feels her reckless movements, feels her throb, feels her give up. He loves it, loves watching Lee's reaction, loves knowing how much this pushes them both, how much they want it, how much they need it. He pulls Faith even closer, and she gasps, the sound so fucking desperate, so fucking perfect. Her head tilts back, lost in the heat, in the need, in the surrender. Greg's fingers climb higher, and she's insane with wanting it, insane with letting him.

Vicky's breath is ragged, thrilled by Lee's complete collapse, thrilled by the way this has taken over. She never stops, never lets him come up for air, never lets him be anything but hers. Her movements are wild, relentless. She's soaked in need, and Lee gives it to her, gives her everything, unhinged, unfiltered, raw.

"It's happening," she thinks, almost unable to believe it, almost unable to believe how perfectly they're winning.

Greg's eyes meet hers, and the moment is so perfect, so fucking satisfying.

"We've got them," his expression says, certain and full of promise. Lee and Faith can't hold on, can't resist. They're fucking gone, and they love it.