As the last waves of my orgasm eased, I barely had time to breathe before Nick pulled back from between my legs.

I opened my eyes just in time to see him rising up onto the couch, hands on my thighs, spreading them apart again as he moved in. My heart skipped, my body already buzzing again.

He lined the head of his cock up with my entrance, thick, hot, slick with precum and my own arousal. He was right there, pressing against the edge of something irreversible.

My eyes snapped to Sean.

This was it.

Not a joke, not a tease. A man was about to fuck me. Another man. Inside me. In front of my husband.

I needed to see it, the permission, the want, the final green light.

But before I could speak, before I could even breathe the question aloud, Nick pushed inside.

My mouth opened in a silent gasp as he slid in with one deep, claiming thrust. My pussy stretched around him, shocked at the unfamiliar shape, the angle, the fullness. It wasn’t Sean. It wasn’t what I was used to. Nick was longer, less thick but so damn deep, and he filled me in a diffrent way that made my toes curl against the couch cushions.

I looked at Sean, panic and pleasure both surging up at once, but his head tipped back and he groaned.

His hand was already inside his trousers, moving slowly.

He was loving it.

That was all I needed.

I let go.

I closed my eyes and let myself feel it, the pressure of Nick’s cock as he started to move, fucking into me with slow, measured thrusts. Each one made my body rock against the cushions, slick sounds filling the room, every motion pulling another moan from deep in my chest.

Then I felt another presence above me, the weight of a body on the sofa, the shadow across my face. I opened my eyes and saw Ted.

He was standing over me, hand wrapped around his cock. He met my gaze, eyes dark with need, and without a word, he offered himself to me.

I smiled.

This time, I took the lead.

I lifted my head slightly, gripped his cock in both hands, one at the base, the other mid-shaft, and leaned in to kiss the head. I licked it first, slow and teasing, swirling my tongue around the crown before sucking it between my lips.

Ted let out a ragged sound. “Fuck, Katie!”

I started slow. No gagging, no rushed bobbing, this wasn’t Chris. This wasn’t being used. This was me, in control, taking him one stroke at a time.

My lips moved steadily, suction strong, tongue flicking under the tip with each pass while my hands twisted and pumped in rhythm. I played with pressure, teased his slit, dragged my tongue along the ridge just the way I knew drove Sean wild, and it worked on Ted, too. He twitched in my hands, hips jerking, eyes fluttering half closed.

All the while, Nick was fucking me.

He’d found his rhythm now deep, deliberate thrusts that pushed me up the cushions, then dragged me back down. His hips slapped against mine, each stroke jolting through my body and into my mouth. The motion made my head rock, not enough to break my control, but enough to make me feel every thrust from both ends.

The two sensations collided, Nick’s cock dragging through my pussy, stroking every nerve inside me, while Ted’s cock filled my mouth, responding to every swirl of my tongue, every squeeze of my hand. My body was completely surrounded, stuffed full, dripping wet. It was nothing like I had imagined, but everything I had ever needed.

I was being fucked. I was sucking cock. I was performing, for Sean, for myself, for the men who had no idea just how much more I had to give.

Nick's pace shifted, suddenly harder, faster, the smooth grind of his hips turning into sharp, deep thrusts that made me gasp around Ted’s cock. My fingers tightened around Ted’s shaft, but I didn’t stop. I kept sucking, kept stroking, kept giving him every bit of focus I could manage through the dizzying rush of being fucked harder with every second.

Nick growled above me, his grip bruising on my hips as he drove into me with increasing urgency. The sound of our bodies, the slick slap of his cock plunging in and out of my soaked pussy, echoed through the room, louder than ever.

“Fuck, Sean,” he groaned, voice raw. “Your wife feels so good.”

Sean didn’t answer, not out loud. But I glanced sideways and saw the way he was watching me, jaw tight, hand under the blanket moving faster. His eyes were locked on where Nick was buried inside me, on the way my mouth was stretched around another man’s cock, how I looked surrounded, stuffed, ruined.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Nick kept going, his voice breaking with effort as he slammed into me. “Tight as hell. And loud, you hear her moan every time I hit deep?”

I did moan, involuntarily, guttural, sounds around Ted’s cock as I kept working him with my mouth. I didn’t stop. Even when my body began to tremble again, sensitive and overloaded, I sucked harder, used my tongue more deliberately, tightening the rhythm of my hands around Ted’s shaft until he was panting, cursing softly above me.

Nick's thrusts turned ragged, erratic, deeper, harder, his breath coming in broken growls.

“Oh fuck, Katie. I'm gonna!”

He pulled out at the last second with a sharp, desperate grunt, his cock twitching as the first hot rope of cum splashed across my stomach.

I gasped around Ted, my whole body jerking from the sensation. Another shot hit my belly, then another, thick and warm, each pulse making me flinch with a shiver of pleasure I couldn’t control.

Nick collapsed back against the couch, panting, watching his release drip and smear across my skin. I looked up at him through my lashes, mouth still full of cock, cum cooling on my stomach, thighs sticky with wetness.

Then Ted moved. There was no hesitation. No asking. No build-up.

He just dropped down between my legs, grabbed my thighs, and thrust into me in one sharp, hungry motion, filling me completely with a growl in his throat.

I cried out, head snapping back against the cushions as my whole body jolted from the sudden, brutal thrust.

We were past slow. Past gentle. We were both on fire now and desperate to quench it.

Ted didn’t ease in or take his time. He started hammering into me like he couldn’t wait another second, like he’d been holding back for too long. His hips slapped against mine again and again, hard and fast, dragging loud, wet sounds from between my thighs as his cock drove deep inside me.

With my mouth finally free, I moaned, long, unfiltered sounds spilling out of me with every thrust. I didn’t care who heard, didn’t care how loud I was. My body was already trembling again, nerves still crackling from Nick’s tongue and Chris’s cum drying on my face.

My hands went to my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples, rolling and tugging them as I rocked into Ted’s pace, chasing the friction, the pressure, the perfect depth that made my stomach coil and my pussy clench hard around him.

“Oh fuck! Ted, yes! Just like that!”

He grunted above me, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine, his cock pistoning in and out of me with deep, punishing thrusts. I could feel him everywhere, hitting a spot Sean never quite did.

“Jesus, you’re fucking tight,” he groaned, hips slamming faster now. “Like you were made for fucking.”

And I was, right now, I was. Used, stretched, moaning, with cum still smeared across my belly and Sean watching it all from the other end of the couch like it was the best night of his life.

I couldn’t hold back.

The orgasm hit fast, sudden and brutal. My thighs snapped tight around Ted’s waist, body arching up as the pressure detonated inside me, heat flooding every inch of my skin as I screamed, nails clawing at his back.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

I came hard, pussy clenching around him like a fist, muscles fluttering and locking down. Ted swore loudly, his rhythm breaking, hands grabbing my hips as he slammed into me once, twice more, and then he was cumming too, cock pulsing deep inside me as he spilled into my still-quivering body with a hoarse, broken moan.

We collapsed together, gasping, sweat-slicked and shaking.

Ted fell beside me, breath ragged, cock slipping free with a wet sound that sent a fresh tremor through me. I gasped as the sudden emptiness hit, and then felt the hot slickness of his cum spill from my pussy, sliding down my thighs and pooling beneath me on the couch.

I was flushed, gasping, my chest heaving. But I wasn’t alone for long.

I felt Chris next to me, as he stepped in close. I tried to lift my head, but my face was buried in the cushions, arms still trembling from the orgasm Ted had wrung out of me.

“I told you I had dibs on the ass,” Chris said, his voice low, amused, thick with hunger as he rolled over me.

There was a beat. A pause. Then, softer, but still edged with that cocky grin I could hear even without seeing his face:

“If I may?”

I moaned into the sofa, voice muffled, needy, wrecked. “Fucking yes! Oh my god, yes, please.”

He let out a satisfied grunt. “Good fucking girl.”

His hands gripped my hips, lifting me enough to tilt my ass up, legs spread, still sticky and soaked. I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy first, slicking himself up, smearing juices all over his shaft with slow, teasing strokes.

Then the head of his cock found the tight ring of my ass, and I braced myself.

There was pressure, thick and firm as he pushed forward, but not too fast. He was careful. Patient. Letting me open around him inch by inch.

“Ohhh fuck,” I gasped, eyes squeezing shut as the burn turned to heat, to fullness. “Jesus, Chris! Fuck, yes! Oh god yes, yes YES!”

“That’s it,” he said, voice rough, hand sliding up to press between my shoulder blades, pushing me down deeper into the couch. “Take it. God, your ass feels fucking incredible!”

I moaned again, louder now, as he sank fully into me. The stretch was intense, he was the thickest of all of them and in my tightest hole. My face was pressed into the cushions, my mouth open, panting, gasping, loving the feeling of being used again, claimed in a way I hadn’t expected to need this badly.

He pulled back, slow, almost all the way, and then pushed in again, long and deep, setting a rhythm that made my hips rock and my moans come harder, faster.

“Holy shit,” he groaned. “So tight. So fucking tight.”

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, hands clutching the couch. “Fuck me, yes! Fuck my ass! It feels so good!”

His palm came down on my ass with a sharp smack, making me jolt and cry out.

“You like that?” he growled.

“Yes! God, yes! More!”

His pace built, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against my soaked pussy as he started to fuck me in long, powerful strokes. My body rocked forward with every thrust, my moans broken and desperate now.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped. “You look so fucking good like this!”

Then I heard my husband's voice, low but firm, with that same edge he used when he really meant something.

“Chris,” he said. “Bring her here.”

Chris groaned behind me but slowed, withdrawing slowly with a wet slide that made me gasp as his cock slipped free from my tight, stretched hole. My legs trembled, my body still humming, but I didn’t resist as he reached down, grabbed my hips, and began guiding me forward.

My knees barely held as he helped me crawl across the cushions, limp and slick and open, until my head hovered right over Sean’s lap.

Sean, had been watching,, stroking his cock, his face flushed, eyes dark, expression wild with restrained need.

He looked up at me, hand dropping away from his cock now that I was here, close enough to touch, to taste.

And I smiled, messy, blissed-out, radiant, before lowering my head and taking my husband into my mouth.

He groaned instantly, hips twitching under me as my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue swirling with practiced ease. The taste of him was familiar. The contrast between him and everything else that had just happened sent a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through me.

As I bobbed my head slowly, sucking Sean deep and steady, I felt Chris behind me, hands gripping my hips again, the tip of his cock pressing once more against my ass.

And then he was back inside.

I moaned around Sean’s cock as Chris filled my ass again in one smooth thrust, burying himself deep before resuming that same punishing rhythm. The motion rocked me forward, made me take Sean deeper, my jaw relaxing as I adjusted, let him slide further in with every jolt of Chris’s hips.

Sean’s hand slid into my hair, “That’s it, baby! Fuck, that’s perfect.”

I moaned again, as I sucked harder, my tongue flicking and curling with every stroke. My hips rocked back into Chris’s thrusts at the same time.

Chris picked up the pace behind me, hips slamming into my ass with a rhythm that was fast, brutal, perfect. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, punctuated by the sharp crack of his palm on my ass, again, and again. The pain and heat from the slaps rippling through my body, I moaned helplessly around Sean’s cock, each jolt forward driving him deeper into my throat.

Sean’s grip on my hair tightened just enough to keep me steady, his other hand braced on the back of the couch as I sucked him hard and deep. I could feel how close he was, his cock twitching, his thighs tensing, his breath coming in sharp bursts.

And then he came.

Hot, thick pulses of cum shot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as I moaned around him, swallowing instinctively, greedily. I loved the taste of him, familiar, sharp, mine. I took as much as I could, but pulled back before finishing it all.

I looked up at him as I let some of it spill out from the corner of my mouth, dribbling down my chin, thick and shiny. I smiled, messy, wild, possessed, as his eyes locked onto mine, dark with pure lust.

Behind me, Chris was still fucking my ass like a man on the edge, every thrust deep and devastating. I rocked my hips back into him, matching his rhythm now, chasing that final high.

“Come on,” I gasped, my voice ragged but clear, eyes still locked with my husband. “Fuck, Chris, give it to me. Come in my ass. Fill me.”

“Fucking hell,” Chris growled behind me, hips slamming harder, rougher. “You want it that bad?”

“Yes! Fuck yes! Do it! Come for me! Let My husband watch you fill me!”

I moaned again, head tilting back slightly, still tasting Sean on my tongue, feeling Chris stretch me wide and deep. Every part of me was burning, shaking, strung so tight I thought I might snap.

Chris let out a ragged sound, then buried himself to the hilt and came, thick cock pulsing deep inside me, shooting his cum into my ass in thick, hot waves that I felt with every clench of my body.