Greg pulls Faith even closer, watching the madness in her eyes, feeling it pulse through her, feeling it make her lose it.

"He's watching us," Greg whispers, pushing the final boundary, pushing Faith, pushing Lee, pushing them all.

"Let him watch," she murmurs, her voice wavering between desire and hesitation.

Faith senses Greg's unwavering conviction, and it's overwhelming. The craziness of the situation wraps around her, and she feels herself coming apart at the seams. Part of her craves it, craves this connection, craves him, yet another part is filled with doubt, unsure of what she truly wants.

"Oh god, do want this. Do I really want this?" she thinks, her mind wavering as she clings desperately to the remnants of her resistance, teetering on the edge of losing it all. " I shouldn't; it's wrong. I'm married." Yet, amidst her turmoil, a part of her whispers that maybe it's not so simple.

Lee is just as lost, just as gone, just as reckless. His body and mind are wild, unhinged, unfiltered. He needs this. He needs it all.

They're giving in. They're giving up. And they sinfully love every second of it.

Faith feels herself move, her body reluctant yet reckless, trying to pull back before diving in again. Her grip on the edge is desperate, instinctive, like a lifeline, and Greg loves it, loves the way it tightens, then slips, tightens again, and then lets go.

"I know you want this too," he says, his lips brushing her earlobe, and Faith shivers, every nerve raw and ready.

"I can feel it," Greg says, and she does too—his words, his touch, the way she's already gone.

Faith's breathing is ragged, unsteady, her cheeks flushed with heat, with conflict, with desire. She fights against it, tries to make herself stop, but her body won't let her. Greg watches every move, sees how she hesitates, sees how she leans back in.

Her skin glows above the waterline, a warm, tempting blush. Greg's mouth is a whisper away, making her gasp, making her pulse pound.

"You like that he's watching us, don't you?" Greg murmurs, his fingers tracing light patterns along her thigh, rising.

Faith shifts restlessly, a quiet whimper slipping from her lips. It's true; she doesn't quite understand it, but his gaze on her is arousing her more than ever, further weakening her resistance.

Greg grins, feeling her grip tighten then slip, loving how she's already given up, loving how close he has her.

The edge of the Jacuzzi is slick, wet from the water and from Faith's trembling hands. She holds on, holds herself back, but the urge is too much, too strong, and she lets go, lets herself want this.

The splash of the water echoes, and her resolve breaks, her thoughts scattering. She leans in, and Greg's fingers slide higher, more daring, more insistent. The feel of him is electric, every touch a shock that jolts through her. Faith's head spins, lost in the madness, lost in the moment.

"Since the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you," Greg says, and it's enough to make her gasp, make her push into him, make her drown in his touch.

Her heart hammers, her skin tingles, and the water froths with her movements, wild and uncontrolled.

The heat surrounds them, above and below and inside, and Faith knows she can't stop, doesn't want to stop, needs it too much, needs it now.

Greg feels her lean in, feels her yield, and his confidence soars, unrestrained. He loves this, loves the feel of her, loves knowing they're going to take it all.

Faith gasps again, a greedy intake of air that she can't control. It shocks her how it feels, how the presence of her husband doesn't slow her down, doesn't stop her from wanting this. She watches Lee, sees him with Vicky, and a hot thrill moves through her, dizzying and delicious.

"Oh god," Faith thinks, her mind barely able to keep up with her body. She knows she's lost it when Greg's fingers brush over the top of her covered clit, and she cries out, shameless and loud.

Lee's eyes shoot over, and she loves it. Loves how the attention pushes her, pushes Lee.

Faith can’t believe the way she feels, the way it pulses through her, the way it doesn't stop. The desire makes her head spin, wild and electric, overwhelming and addictive. Her breathing is quick and desperate, and she doesn't know how to control it, nor does she want to. She squirms against Greg's touch, each move pushing her further, pulling her deeper.

"I shouldn't want this," Faith thinks, but it makes no difference, makes no dent. Her thighs press together beneath the bubbling water, trying to calm the sensation, trying to contain it. Greg's fingers climb, knowing, daring, and the contact is like a match striking, lighting her up, leaving her powerless.

Faith moans again, a breathy, needy sound, and the rush is almost too much. She watches Lee, her gaze pulled to him, pulled to how he's watching them. It makes her insides twist, makes them knot with pleasure and confusion, with everything she's afraid to admit. Her body doesn't care, doesn't listen. It's reckless and demanding, hard nipples visible through her swimsuit, and she feels it betray her, feels it thrill her.

"How is this happening?" Faith thinks the chaos in her mind and the fire in her body are tangling. She feels Greg's touch, feels how bold it's become, feels her restraint melt away. It's insane, unthinkable, and she knows she's too far gone to stop, to want to stop. Greg's fingers slide against the top of her suit, more insistent, more eager, and the pleasure shoots through her, ferocious and unexpected.

Faith is on the edge, her gasps uncontrolled, echoing in the thick air. Greg grins, confident, feeding off her reactions, feeling her body crave more. She knows how this looks, how she looks, and it only makes her want it more.

"I'm losing it," she thinks, dizzy with sensation, giddy with arousal. She knows it when Greg touches her, knows it when Lee watches.

"I'm really losing it." Her heart pounds, wild and loud, matching the way her body moves, matching the frenzy in her head.

Every part of Faith feels it, every part burns. She watches Lee, and it twists inside her, a rush she can't deny, a thrill she can't ignore. His eyes meet hers, dark and intense, and she feels it crash through her like a wave, like a release. She can't believe how much it pushes her, how much it turns her on, how much she's lost in it.

"More," she gasps, breathless, shameless, gone. Her body reacts, bucking into Greg's touch, wanting him, wanting this, wanting Lee to see, to know, to feel it too. She watches Lee again, seeing his eyes lock onto hers, seeing how much it's affecting him, affecting her. Her heart races, and she knows there's no going back.

Faith loses herself completely, the need, heat, and chaos blending, sweeping her away. She grips Greg's arms, pulling him closer, pushing his hand inside her bikini bottoms. She knows she's in over her head, knows she's in too deep, knows she doesn't care. Her mind melts with arousal, with abandon, with wild, beautiful certainty.

Vicky moves onto Lee's lap, as if pinning him in place, as if he wouldn't let her, anyway. Her hands claim him, her presence commands him, and the way he gives in is almost too easy.

"Look at her," she says, her voice a soft demand, a sweet assault. She shifts her weight and feels Lee strain beneath her, sees the tension, the conflict, the need.

"She wants this as much as you do," Vicky whispers, feeling him twitch, feeling him throb, feeling him hers.

Lee groans, a low, guttural sound as the sensation crashes through him, her words like battery acid on his tongue. He can’t form a thought that isn’t about Faith, about Vicky, about the way everything is coming completely undone.

Vicky watches his reaction, watches him watch Faith. She feels the effect it's having, feels how much he's fighting and how much he's losing. Her hips press against him, grinding him down, wearing him down, the water and her body soaking him in lust and certainty. She loves it. She loves how close he is to breaking.

Vicky holds his face, ensuring he sees it all and feels it all. Her fingers dig into his neck, her touch unrelenting. Lee can't believe what's happening, can't believe how wild it is, how fucking good it is.

Faith's movements across the Jacuzzi are frantic, reckless, and unrestrained, and Lee's breath catches at the sight. He watches, unable to look away, unable to stop the rush, the thrill, the desire.

"Don't fight it," Vicky breathes into his ear, her voice like sin, like salvation. "I can feel how hard you're getting."

Lee gasps, his jaw clenching, his need growing. It's too much, but he wants it all. The sight of Faith is a drug, a shot of adrenaline and desire that shocks him, that fills him.

Vicky feels him throb, feels him twitch, feels him respond. Her laughter is soft, knowing, victorious.

"There's nothing hotter than watching someone you love experience pleasure," she taunts, and Lee knows she's right, knows he can't resist.

Lee struggles, but his willpower is nothing, gone, erased. He's drowning in this, in her, in the way Faith looks, in the way Vicky feels. He grips Vicky's waist, his fingers digging into her, feeling the heat of her skin, the insistence of her touch.

Greg's lips move against Faith's ear, and Lee can imagine what he's saying, can imagine how she's reacting. Her eyes are closed, her face desperate, her body moving without restraint.

Vicky keeps him focused and close. Her breath is hot, her lips grazing his ear, grazing his sanity.

"You like it," she says, more than a question, more than a command. "Admit it."

Lee groans again, his breathing ragged, his defenses shattered.

Faith's head falls back against Greg's shoulder, and the sight makes him throb, makes him breathless, makes him crazy with need.

"Oh fuck," he gasps, feeling the pressure build, feeling the urgency, feeling Vicky all over him.

His world spins, and he can't hold on. He sees Faith and knows he's gone. He's lost. He's hers. She's his. He doesn't know. He doesn't care. He loves it. He loves watching. He loves every insane second.

Vicky knows, knows precisely how far he's fallen, knows exactly how much he loves this, loves her. She lets him hold on, allows him to squeeze, lets him need her. Her movements are confident, unrestrained. She's as wild as he is, as gone as he is, as reckless as he is.

Lee's focus is split, frantic, everywhere at once. He feels Vicky, feels the urgency of her, and he can't take it. He loves the way she looks at him, loves the way Faith looks at Greg, loves how everything is coming apart, undone.

"She wants this as much as you do," Vicky repeats, pushing him, pulling him, consuming him. He moans, head falling back, heart pounding, hips thrusting into hers. He's a fucking mess, a fucking wreck, and he loves it.

He watches Faith, unable to stop, unable to look away. Greg's hands are all over her, and Lee is insane with arousal, insane with the way it feels, the way it makes him feel, the way it makes her feel. His mind is a blur of want, of need, of Vicky and Faith and Greg.

"Oh god," he thinks, knowing there's no going back, knowing he's already too far gone.

He grabs Vicky's ass, pulling her close, pulling her in, feeling her, and watching Faith.

"Tell me you don't love seeing her like this," she says, and Lee can't. He fucking can't. He fucking loves it.

His eyes meet Faith's, and it's a raw, exposed, beautiful moment of surrender, a moment where they both know they're caught, a moment where they both know they want this, where they both know they want it badly.

Vicky feels him collapse, feels him strain beneath her, feels him go crazy with wanting her. The certainty is almost more than she can handle, almost more than she can take, almost more than she's ever wanted.

Lee watches Faith and Greg closely and tightly. His mind is broken, wild, gone, but he doesn't care. He feels Vicky, feels her win, feels her everywhere. He gives up. He gives in. He takes it all.

The power dynamic tilts wildly, crazily, spilling out of control. Faith's gaze locks with Lee's across the seething, bubbling water, and they see each other through the blur of sensation, through the blur of Vicky and Greg's grip on them, through the blur of every fantasy crashing into reality. It's the blur of knowing, the blur of wanting, the blur of taking. They abandon restraint, the last thread of decency lost. Lee grabs for Vicky, rough, needy.

The realization hits, a rush more intense than they imagined. It's freedom. It's wildness. It's the thrill of letting go, the thrill of losing themselves, the thrill of being caught.

Faith sees Lee's expression, his desire, and it sets her off, making her raw, reckless, and eager.

Greg's touch is insistent, making her gasp, making her writhe, making her arch into him.

The release is perfect, undeniable. Faith is shameless, explosive. The rush feels so fucking good. It pulses through her, pounds through her, pushes through her.

"I'm his," she thinks, knowing exactly how it looks, how it feels, how much she loves it, how much she's lost in it, how far she's gone.

Lee's protective instinct gives way to excitement; Faith loses all control; they see each other's reactions, both surrendering.

Lee grabs Vicky's hips, pulling her tight, taking her hard, needing this more than he thought possible. She's a vixen, a siren, an incredible force. He watches her body move, watches her taunt him, watches her pull him further, deeper, beyond anything. He gives her everything, gives up everything, lost in the heat, in the frenzy.

Faith and Lee recognize the complete collapse of their resistance, and it's insane, it's unreal, it's perfect. It's the madness of wanting, the frenzy of taking. They're caught in the beautiful mess, in the reckless abandon.

Vicky rides Lee, pushing him, driving him, demanding more, demanding all of it. He thrusts against her, against the wild certainty of this, feeling his mind and body explode.

They abandon restraint completely, moving wildly with their partners and becoming caught in their own frenzy.

The air is thick with heat, with steam, with moans. It surrounds them, fills them, claims them. They're caught in the insanity, caught in the madness, caught in the thrill of losing themselves and getting everything, getting more than they thought possible.

Faith gives in to Greg, gives up to him, pushing against his hand, against the crazy need that's building and building and building. She moves on him, against him, out of control, and loves it. She's dizzy, desperate, hers, his, theirs. It's beyond sense, beyond sanity, beyond everything. Her world spins, her vision blurs, and it's too much, too intense, too amazing to believe.

They don't know where it begins or where it ends. It's a blur. It's a desire. It's madness. It's more than they dreamed, and they're taking all of it.

Faith gasps as Greg kisses her, and her resistance dissolves, her body collapsing into his. The kiss is deep and demanding, his tongue claiming her. Faith tenses, then moans, the sound hungry and lost. Her resolve snaps. Her fingers clutch his skin, unsure, then bold.

Her breathless cries become a chant: yes, yes, yes. She's thought about this, she's wanted this, she's losing it. Her body betrays her mind, and she loves it, hates it, loves it more. Across the Jacuzzi, Lee watches, stunned, feeling the unexpected thrill spread through him like fire.

He sees Faith's arms wrap around Greg's neck, her legs shift in the water, and she pushes against Greg's chest, pulling him back in, as if she can't get enough. Lee's breath hitches, and his world narrows to the impossible sight of his wife kissing another man. He knows he should feel angry, protective, but all he feels is hot and hard, wanting it to happen, wanting to watch, wanting to be inside her head, wanting to be Greg, wanting to be Faith. His pupils dilate, and he feels the intensity burn through him.

Greg pulls her tight, savoring the thrill, feeling her melt into him. His hands glide up her back, deftly working the knots of her bikini top. The thought of Lee watching is fuel to the fire, feeding him, feeding her. Faith's hands press against Greg's skin, trembling, hesitant, then demanding.

"This is wrong," she thinks, feeling the pleasure spike and burn. "But why does it feel so right?"

Her moans echo, full and sweet, and she lets herself go, lets it all go, lets the kiss consume her. She gives in, fully, deeply, desperately.

Lee feels his pulse beneath the water, his cock swelling with each breathless sound from Faith's lips, with each second of the impossible, incredible kiss. Her fingers knot in Greg's hair, and Lee watches, watches, watches, losing himself to the shock, the intensity, the desire. He shifts, the hardness rubbing against his swim trunks, and he almost can't believe it, can't believe his body, can't believe how much this makes him want it, want her. The jealousy he expected isn't there, replaced by something hotter, rawer, more consuming.

Vicky notices, sees, and knows. Her movements are swift and practiced as she slides closer to Lee. Her skin is hot against his, her presence impossible to resist. She feels his pulse, his need, his uncertainty, and takes his hand, her touch electric and teasing.

"Look at them," she whispers, guiding his fingers to her breast, feeling the thrill ripple through him. "Isn't she beautiful when she lets go?"

Her voice is a drug, and Lee is helpless, unable to pull away, unable to think.

"Don't fight what you're feeling," Vicky breathes, watching his struggle, feeling his desire.

The conflict on Lee's face is palpable, the way he grapples with this, with Vicky's touch, with Faith's reckless abandon. The pulse in his neck, in his arms, in his cock, is fast, demanding, uncontainable. His breaths come short and sharp, the steam and alcohol and desire making him dizzy, making him give in. He's torn between what he thought he'd feel and what he does feel, what he should do and what he wants to do. The push and pull is too much, and he shudders beneath Vicky's hand, beneath her words, beneath everything.

Greg's hands move like magic, like they're part of him, part of Faith, knowing exactly how to draw her in, how to make her lose herself. His mouth presses harder, deeper, feeling her yield, feeling her need. He knows the moment her doubts disappear, the moment it's all want and wild and reckless.

Faith's body grows frantic, hungry; her restraint slips, then disappears, replaced by something uncontrollable, unbelievable, and unstoppable.

Lee watches it all, feels it all, and Greg fucking loves it.

Faith can't believe the way she's losing it, the way she's loving it. Her thoughts dissolve, her mind and body overrun with sensation, with desire, with arousal she didn't think possible. The pressure of Greg's kiss is all she knows, all she needs, and it makes her crazy, makes her insane with wanting.

"It's so wrong," she thinks, breathless, but her body knows differently. Her body doesn't care. Her body only wants. Her fingers dig into Greg's skin, her moans loud and free.

"More," she gasps, more a prayer than a demand, more a surrender than a plea.

Greg groans against her lips, triumphant, feeling Faith and Lee and the thrill of it all. Her moans vibrate through him, hot and desperate, and it drives him, pushes him, makes him relentless. He grips her tighter, pulling her in, pulling her under, feeling her break and bend and take. He knows she's gone, knows she's lost, knows she doesn't care. Her body moves on him, her cries rising, and it makes his cock throb, makes his heart pound, makes him ready to push her, to push them to the edge.

Greg lifts Faith onto the edge of the Jacuzzi, water pouring off her, steam wrapping around her. She is flushed and breathless, and she loves it. Greg moves between her legs, his eyes dark, his smile confident, as her hands find his shoulders and hold on. She feels weightless, reckless, her mind spinning, her body wild.

"Oh god," she gasps as Greg's mouth claims her neck, her collarbone, the delicate skin between her breasts. He presses in, eager, relentless, feeling her give in, give up. Her moans are unrestrained, filling the night, filling everything.

Greg watches her, loving the way her chest rises and falls, the way her breath comes in gasps and sighs. He pulls back to admire her, to see how far she's gone, to see how much she wants it, then kisses her skin again, harder, hungrier. Faith trembles, feeling the heat of his mouth, feeling his lips, his tongue, his teeth, feeling her body open to him, to this, to everything. The air is thick with steam and want, and she tilts her head back, letting herself get lost, letting herself be found.

Her auburn hair sticks to her shoulders, to her neck, to her wet, flushed skin, and her voice rises, frantic and uncontained. She can't believe the way it feels, the way it overwhelms her, the way it consumes her. Her fingers dig into Greg's shoulders, holding on, holding tight, holding nothing back.

"More," she thinks, unable to stop, unable to be anywhere but here, and sadly unable to be anyone but his right now.

Greg pushes her bikini top aside, tasting her, teasing her.

"Yes! oh god, yes!" she thinks as she loses herself completely, loses herself with abandon.

His hands slide up her thighs, her legs dangling, her body at his mercy. The thought makes her moan, the reality makes her crazy, makes her give in to the intensity, the impossibility. Greg pulls the swimsuit down, revealing the soft skin of her stomach, his touch knowing, unhesitant, unrestrained.

Faith shudders as he takes her in, his lips following the curves of her body, trailing lower, pressing against her, urgent, demanding. Her skin tingles, and her mind reels.

"Oh god, he's making me so fucking horny," she thinks, feeling exposed, feeling alive, feeling more than she thought possible.

Greg’s tongue was a weapon, a relentless, wet blade that carved through Faith’s defenses, leaving her trembling, gasping, and utterly fucking ruined.

Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending sparking, every inch of her skin on fire. She was spread out on the edge of the Jacuzzi, her legs splayed wide, her pussy glistening in the moonlight, slick and swollen, begging for more.

Greg’s mouth was buried between her thighs, his lips and tongue working her clit with a precision that had her hips bucking wildly, her moans echoing into the night like a siren’s call. He pushes her, pulls her, and Faith doesn't know how to be anything but this, anything but his, anything but consumed.

"I'm really doing this," she thinks, her heart racing, her body frantic, her mind undone. "I'm so sorry, Lee, I can stop myself."

She arches back, her hair falling, her breathing wild and unsteady. She can't believe the way he feels, the way his mouth claims her, the way it builds and builds until it's all she knows, until she's uncontained, unrestrained.

“Oh fuck, Greg!” she cried, her voice breaking as his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her hands clawed at the edge of the Jacuzzi, her nails digging into the wet tiles as she tried to anchor herself, but it was no use. She was adrift in a sea of sensation, lost in the heat and the wet and the ecstasy of it all.

Greg’s tongue was relentless, lapping at her folds, teasing her entrance, then plunging deep inside her, fucking her with his mouth in a way that made her see stars.

Across the Jacuzzi, Lee was transfixed, his cock throbbing painfully hard beneath the water. His wife was being devoured by another man, and he couldn’t look away. Faith’s cries of pleasure were like a drug, intoxicating and irresistible, and he was addicted.

Vicky’s hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a rhythm that matched Greg’s tongue, her fingers sliding over his shaft with a slick, wet sound that only added to the madness.

She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Look at her, Lee. Look at your wife. She’s fucking loving it.”

Lee groaned, his hips jerking as Vicky’s hand tightened around him. He couldn’t deny it. Faith was lost in pleasure, her body writhing, her pussy dripping as Greg’s tongue worked her over. She was beautiful, a goddess of lust and abandon, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Vicky’s hand moved faster, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that leaked from him.

“You love watching her, don’t you?” she purred, her voice dripping with wicked satisfaction. “You love seeing her come undone by another man’s mouth.”

Lee’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as Vicky’s hand worked him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tight in his balls, and he knew he was about to fucking explode.

 “Oh god,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “Oh fuck, Vicky, I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” she interrupted, her hand slowing just enough to keep him teetering on the brink. “You’re going to watch her come first. You’re going to see your wife scream for another man.”

Faith’s cries grew louder, more desperate, as Greg’s tongue circled her clit, his fingers sliding inside her, curling against that sweet spot that made her see stars. She was so close, so fucking close, and she could feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her.

“Oh god, Greg!” she screamed, her body arching off the edge of the Jacuzzi as the first wave hit her, crashing over her with a force that left her gasping for air. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices gushing as she came hard, her cries echoing into the night.

Lee watched in awe as his wife came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure, her pussy pulsing around Greg’s fingers. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he came, his cock jerking in Vicky’s hand as he spilled himself into the water, his release mingling with the steam and the heat.

Greg didn’t let up, his tongue still working Faith’s clit as she rode out her orgasm, her body trembling with aftershocks. He could taste her cum on his tongue, sweet and tangy, and he fucking loved it. He loved the way she writhed beneath him, the way she moaned his name, the way she gave herself over to him completely. He was in control, and he wasn’t done with her yet.

“Again,” he growled against her pussy, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come again.”

Faith whimpered, her body still sensitive from her first orgasm, but she couldn’t resist. Greg’s tongue was too good, too perfect, and she was already climbing again, the pleasure building inside her like a storm.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the Jacuzzi as she felt herself slipping over the edge once more. “Oh fuck, Greg!”

Her second orgasm hit her even harder than the first, her body convulsing as she screams. When she came again, the rush was perfect, and she's gone. Her body arches, her moans are loud and wild. Her pussy is still gushing around Greg’s tongue. She forgets everything, but the way it feels, the way it explodes, the way it makes her lose herself completely.

"I'm his," Faith thinks, knowing how far she's gone, knowing she doesn't care, knowing how fucking good it feels. Greg drank her in, savoring every drop, his own cock throbbing with need.

Across the Jacuzzi, Vicky watched with a wicked smile, her hand still stroking Lee’s cock as he recovered from his own release.

“You see that?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “That’s your wife, cumming for another man. And you fucking love it.”

Lee groaned, his cock twitching in her hand as he watched Faith come again, her body trembling with pleasure. He couldn’t deny it. He fucking loved it. "Oh god," he thinks, and it's everything.

"I'm hers," he thinks, and he is. It's too much. It's too fucking much. It's the best thing he's ever felt.

Lee and Faith cry out, consumed by the release, the abandon, the certainty. They are unrestrained, insane, and overwhelmed. They give in, and they fucking love it.

The Jacuzzi water rippled with the tension, steam curling up like the tendrils of forbidden desire. Faith’s body was a fucking masterpiece of trembling flesh, her skin slick with sweat and water, her nipples hard as pebbles against the cool night air.

Her thighs quivered as Greg’s thick, veiny cock pressed against her soaked pussy, the tip teasing her entrance with a deliberate, almost cruel precision. She could feel every inch of him, every pulse of his arousal, and it made her cunt clench in anticipation, her juices mixing with the warm water in a filthy, intoxicating cocktail.

Greg’s hands were like iron on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back against him, forcing her to feel the full length of his cock.

“Look at him,” Greg growled, his voice low and commanding, his breath hot against her ear. “Look at Lee. Let him see what you’re letting me do to you.”

Faith’s breath hitched, her eyes locking with Lee’s across the bubbling water. His gaze was dark and hungry, sending a shiver down her spine. She could see the way his cock twitched beneath the surface, already hard again, already betraying him. The sight of it made her pussy throb, her clit aching for attention. She wanted to look away, wanted to close her eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening, but she couldn’t. Lee’s attention held her captive, and the humiliation only made her wetter.

“How does it feel, Lee?” Greg taunted, his voice dripping with malice and lust. He thrust against Faith, his cock sliding between her slick folds, teasing her clit with every movement. “What’s it like watching your wife with another man?”

Lee’s jaw tightened, his breathing ragged and uneven. He should have been furious, should have been jealous, but all he felt was a fucking tidal wave of desire. Faith’s skin was flushed, her body trembling with need, and it was driving him insane. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like to be the one buried deep inside her, to feel her tight cunt squeezing his cock as she came undone.

Vicky’s voice cut through the steam, smooth and confident, as her hand slid over Lee’s cock beneath the water.

“I’ll tell you what it’s like,” she purred, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and giving him a slow, deliberate stroke. “It’s intense. It’s insane. It’s perfect.”

Lee groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as Vicky’s hand worked him over. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body, and he couldn’t help but gasp.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes still locked on Faith, watching as Greg’s cock pressed against her pussy, teasing her, tormenting her.

Faith’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as Greg’s cock slid against her clit, the sensation almost too much to bear. She could feel every ridge, every vein, and it was driving her wild. Her body arched, her back pressing against Greg’s chest as she let out a low moan.

“Oh god,” she thought, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and shame. “I’m really letting this happen.”

Greg grinned, his cock pressing harder against her pussy, the tip teasing her entrance.

“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. “You like letting him watch you? Being so naughty in his presence.”

Faith’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, but then she forced them open again, needing to see Lee’s reaction. His face was a mask of desire, his cock throbbing in Vicky’s hand as she stroked him with relentless precision. The sight of it made Faith’s pussy clench, her juices dripping down her thighs as she gave in to the pleasure.

“Look at her,” Vicky whispered, her lips brushing against Lee’s ear as she tightened her grip on his cock. “She’s never felt anything like this.”

Lee groaned, his hips thrusting into Vicky’s hand as he watched Faith’s body tremble with need. He could see the way Greg’s cock pressed against her pussy, could see the way her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled. It was fucking intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough.

Faith’s moans grew louder, more desperate as Greg’s cock teased her clit, the pressure building inside her like a coiled spring. She could feel herself on the edge, could feel the orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, and she knew she was going to lose control.

“Oh god, you're going to make me cum,” she gasped, her body arching as the first wave of pleasure hit her.

Greg’s hands tightened on her hips as he thrust against her, his cock sliding against her clit with every movement.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Let him see you cum on my cock.”

Faith’s body shuddered as the orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clenching around nothing as she came hard. Her cries echoed through the night, raw and unfiltered, and Lee couldn’t look away. He watched as her body convulsed with pleasure, watched as Greg’s cock pressed against her pussy, teasing her through her orgasm.

Vicky’s hand tightened around Lee’s cock as she watched Faith come undone, her own arousal evident in the way she moved against him.

“She’s never felt anything like this,” she whispered again, her voice breathless with desire.

Lee groaned, his cock throbbing in Vicky’s hand as he watched Faith’s body tremble with aftershocks. He could feel his own orgasm building, could feel the pressure in his balls as Vicky stroked him with relentless precision.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hips thrusting into her hand as he gave in to the pleasure.

Faith’s body was still trembling as Greg’s cock pressed against her pussy again, the tip teasing her entrance.

“We're not done yet, honey,” he growled, his voice dark with promise.

“I've only begun to show you what it feels like to have a real man fuck you.”

Faith’s eyes widened as she felt Greg’s cock press against her pussy, the tip teasing her entrance. She could feel every inch of him, every pulse of his arousal, and it made her cunt clench in anticipation.

“Oh god, you're tearing me apart,” she gasped, her body arching as Greg thrust into her, filling her completely.

Lee groaned as he watched Greg bury himself inside Faith, his cock throbbing in Vicky’s hand as he gave in to the pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building, could feel the pressure in his balls as Vicky stroked him with relentless precision.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hips thrusting into her hand as he came hard.

Faith’s body shuddered as Greg thrust into her again, his cock filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him, every pulse of his arousal, and it was driving her wild. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as Greg fucked her with relentless precision, his cock hitting all the right spots.

Faith's body trembles as Greg fills her, the sensation intense and overwhelming. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she can't tear her eyes away from Lee's gaze, from the way he watches her with a hunger that mirrors her own. The heat of the water and the heat of their bodies mingle, creating an electric current that runs through her veins, making her heart race and her skin tingle.

Greg's thrusts are relentless, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside her, making her moan and gasp with each stroke. Her nails dig into the Jacuzzi's edge as she tries to anchor herself against the storm of pleasure building within her, as she tries to hold on to some semblance of control in a situation that feels utterly out of control.

Lee watches, caught in the frenzy, caught in the madness, caught in Faith's movements, her moans, her reckless abandon. He can't hold on. He can't resist. He wants this. He wants all of it. He wants her.

"Oh fuck," he thinks, and the words consume him.

Vicky keeps him there, keeps him hers, keeps him wanting and needing and desperate and gone. Her fingers dig in, the pressure building, the tension mounting, until Lee can't take it, can't hold it, can't fucking stop it.

Faith loses control, loses everything, loses herself in the heat, in the rush, in the release. Her body shudders, her cries echo, her world spins.

"Oh god, yes," she thinks, feeling it break, feeling it snap, feeling it consume her. “He’s fucking me so much better than Lee ever has.”

Greg's thrusts grow more determined, his cock sliding in and out of Faith with a wet, slapping sound that fills the air. Faith's moans grow louder, matching the rhythm of his movements, her body trembling with each stroke. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive to the cool night air. She feels every inch of him, the pleasure building inside her like a crescendo, drawing closer and closer to the edge.

Lee watches, captivated by the sight before him. Vicky's hand continues to stroke him underwater, fueling his own desire as he witnesses his wife's abandonment. He can see the raw ecstasy on Faith's face, the way her body moves with Greg's, and it's too much to bear.

"Look at her," Vicky whispers in Lee's ear, her voice heavy with satisfaction. "She's going to cum again!”

Lee is breathless, crazed, and he fucking loves it.

"I'm watching," he thinks, his mind frantic, his cock jerking, his release as desperate as hers. He gives in. He gives up. He takes it all.

Greg's thrusts grow more insistent, the sound of their bodies joining a symphony of desire and pleasure. Faith's back arches as he hits that perfect spot deep inside her, and her gasps and moans fill the air.

Lee watches, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his wife being taken by another man, his own desire building as Vicky's hand moves relentlessly up and down his shaft.

The tension between the four of them crackles like electricity, and Faith reaches her peak once more, her body shuddering and trembling against Greg's as she cries out, "I’m cumming. Christ, I’m cumming!"

The sight of her release pushes Lee over the edge, and he comes hard, his release mingling with the water around them.

Greg slows his pace, savoring the feeling of Faith's tight warmth still wrapped around him. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

As Faith comes down from her high, Greg slips out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. She shivers, goosebumps covering her skin as the cool night air replaces Greg's warmth. Her body feels used, satisfied, and she can't deny the thrill of it all.

Across the Jacuzzi, Lee watches with a mixture of awe and jealousy. He can't believe what he's just witnessed - his wife, writhing in pleasure under another man. Yet, the sight has ignited something inside him, something dark and forbidden. He wants more.

Vicky notices Lee's reaction and leans in closer.

"You like that, don't you?" she purrs, her hand never stopping its rhythm on Lee's cock. "Watching them, watching her..."

Lee nods, unable to form words. The taboo nature of it all.

The air is thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and steam, a heady cocktail that makes every breath feel like a sin.

Greg’s hands are rough, possessive, as he spreads Faith wide on the edge of the tub, her legs splayed obscenely, her pussy glistening with a mix of her own slick and the water that clings to her skin. Her nipples are hard, pebbled peaks begging for attention, and Greg doesn’t disappoint, pinching one between his fingers, twisting just enough to make her gasp.

"Oh god, he's still fucking hard!" Faith thinks, her breath ragged and uneven. "I don't know how much more I can take."

Her skin is a fevered landscape, every inch alive and tingling with anticipation, each touch a scorching jolt that courses through her veins. She's a tangled, quivering mass of desire, teetering on the edge of control, and she revels in the intensity of it all.

Greg’s cock is thick, veiny, and already dripping with pre-cum as he positions himself between her thighs. He doesn’t waste time, doesn’t tease—he slams into her with a single, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Faith’s back arches, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she’s stretched, filled, fucking owned. Her cunt clenches around him, greedy and wet, and Greg groans, low and guttural, as he starts to move.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You love this, don’t you? Love being my little slut.”

Faith is struck dumb, her mind a whirlwind as his words penetrate her consciousness.

"His slut. He called me his fucking slut. Oh god, it's true. I want to be his filthy fucktoy," she thinks, her body ablaze with carnal hunger.

Every nerve ending is a live wire, sparking with ecstasy as Greg ravages her, his thick, throbbing cock jackhammering into her soaked, swollen cunt. The room fills with the lewd symphony of their fucking, the wet, primal sound of flesh slamming against flesh. Faith's moans are loud and depraved, her screams filled with the desperate pleas for more of his thick shaft.

Lee watches from across the room, his cock throbbing in Vicky’s mouth. She’s a goddess on her knees, her lips wrapped around him, her tongue working magic. She’s deep-throating him like a pro, taking him all the way down until his cock hits the back of her throat, and then pulling back, her lips tight, her tongue swirling around the head. Lee’s hands are tangled in her hair, holding her in place as she sucks him off with a skill that’s almost criminal.

“Fuck, Vicky,” he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Your mouth—Jesus Christ.”

Vicky doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. She’s relentless, her mouth a hot, wet vice that’s driving him insane. She pulls back just enough to look up at him, her eyes dark with lust, and then she takes him deep again, her throat muscles contracting around him. Lee’s breath hitches, his cock twitching in her mouth as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

“Watch her,” Vicky whispers around his cock, her voice husky and low. “Watch Faith get fucked like she’s never been fucked before.”

Lee’s eyes flicker to Faith, and the sight is enough to make him groan.

She’s spread wide, her legs hooked over Greg’s shoulders as he pounds into her with a ferocity that’s almost frightening. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Her face is a mask of pure ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Greg fucks her senseless.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Greg growls, his voice rough with lust. “You like watching her get fucked, don’t you, Lee? You like seeing her pussy take all of my cock.”

Lee can’t answer, can’t think. His world is reduced to the feel of Vicky’s mouth on his cock and the sight of Faith getting railed by Greg. It’s too much, it’s fucking overwhelming, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his hips bucking as Vicky takes him deep again. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum.”

Vicky doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. She sucks him harder, faster, her tongue working magic as she milks him for every drop. Lee’s orgasm hits him like a freight train, his cock pulsing as he spills into Vicky’s mouth. She swallows every drop, her lips tight around him as she sucks him dry.

Faith’s cries rise with Lee’s, her body shaking as she comes undone.

Greg’s thrusts are brutal, unrelenting, driving her higher and higher until she shatters, her cunt clenching around his cock as she screams his name. Greg groans, his own orgasm hitting him hard as he spills inside her, filling her up with his cum.

The Jacuzzi is filled with the sounds of their moans, their gasps, and their cries of pleasure. It’s raw, it’s filthy, it’s fucking perfect.

Greg pulls out of Faith slowly, his cock slick with their combined juices. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches his cum leak out of her pussy.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he growls, his voice rough with lust.

Faith can only nod, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She’s a wreck, a beautiful, fucked-out mess, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lee collapses back against the hot tub’s wall, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Vicky stands up slowly, a satisfied smirk on her face as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I think Lee really enjoyed how thoroughly you fucked his wife,” she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement.

Greg chuckles low in his throat as he pulls Faith into his arms, his hands roaming over her body possessively. “And you love it also,” he growls, his voice rough with lust.

Vicky just smirks, her eyes dark with desire as she looks at the two of them.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “I did.”

"I let Greg fuck me," she thinks, tasting the words like an exotic fruit. "Does this mean Lee liked it too? What does this make us now?"

Her questions come faster than her pulse. Faith remembers Greg's hands on her body, how he tasted, how he filled her. Her cheeks burn, her breath catches. She steals a glance at Lee, sees him watching her. It's like he's a stranger, like she's a stranger, like they're strangers. She wraps her arms around herself, but nothing feels safe. Her fingers tremble as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

The heat of Greg's skin, the pressure of his cock, the way it made her moan without caring. She can't believe how wet he made her, how full he made her, how much she wanted him. It felt so good, so right, so fucking dangerous. She loved it, and she thinks maybe Lee loved it too.

Lee shifts in the water, his mind restless as his body. He can't believe he watched Faith with Greg, can't believe he let it happen, and can't believe how much it affected him.

"Why didn't he stop it? Why did he get so turned on?" The questions rise with the steam. He moves closer to Faith, his hand tentative, unsteady.

"Are you okay?" he asks. Faith's eyes are wet, her nod fragile.

"I love you," she whispers, and Lee feels it snap inside him.

"I love you too," he says, kissing her with all the fear and need and shock and relief.

The kiss is tender, desperate. They embrace, feeling their way back to each other, feeling what this has done to them.

Lee runs his fingers through her hair, her skin, pulling her close, pulling her in.

"I thought you might regret it," he says, his voice breaking.

"I don't," Faith insists, her words raw, honest.

"Do you?" Her fear is palpable, the need for his answer intense. Lee hesitates, his mind a whirl of emotions.

"I don't know what I feel," he confesses, holding her tight.

Faith sees his struggle, sees his conflict, and it makes her heart race, makes her want him more.

"I know what I feel," she says. "And I know you feel it too," Faith presses, her hands on his face, her eyes locked on his. "Tell me you do."

Lee's resistance breaks, and he nods, overwhelmed. "I feel it," he admits, kissing her hard.

Greg's fingers drum a satisfied rhythm against Vicky's bare shoulder as they watch Lee and Faith cling to each other.

"What did I tell you?" Greg says, his voice rich with smug satisfaction. "Perfect."

Vicky laughs, pulling herself closer to him, loving how perfectly it all played out, loving how they're always right. The Thompsons untangle themselves sheepishly and slowly, reaching for towels. Greg calls after them, a teasing echo.

"We should do this again." Faith's grip on Lee's hand is white-knuckled, both of them barely able to mumble goodbyes as they flee the scene.

Water drips down their bare skin as they struggle into clothes, avoiding eye contact and the reality of what has just happened.

"We had a good time," Lee manages, the words falling flat, sounding more like a question than an answer.

Vicky waves, her smile knowing and wide. Faith's cheeks burn, and they hurry to the door, their bodies glued together like they're scared to be apart. The night air is warm and thick, but they hold each other tight, leaving damp footprints on the sidewalk as they rush away.

The laughter from Greg and Vicky follows them, hangs in the air like the scent of chlorine and sex.

They disappear into the dark, the thrill of it still racing through them, the shock still sharp. The rush makes their hearts pound, makes their steps quick. They can't believe what they did, what they wanted, how it felt. They don't know what it means, what it makes them. But they want to find out.

"They'll be back," Greg asserts. Vicky chuckles, a sultry gleam in her eyes, and purrs, "Well, husband, I think it's time you ravish me with the same fervor and passion you showed our guest, don't you agree?"

Greg's laugh is low and knowing, already feeling the heat rise as Vicky presses against him.

"You loved seeing me fuck her, didn’t you?" he murmurs, his breath catching, feeling her hands slip down, feeling his cock jump at the suggestion of it. The way I fuck her so hard.”

Vicky's lips are a whisper away, a tease, a promise. "Oh yes," she says, her voice wicked and full of certainty. "I fucking did love it."

They fall into each other, into the heat, the need, and the triumph. It's perfect. It's always perfect.