Sunday Morning The room was bathed in the soft, forgiving light of a Sunday morning, the air still thick with the ghosts of perfume, sweat, and sin. Hope lay with her head on Rob’s chest, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath her ear. His fingers traced the line of her spine, possessive and calm. 

“Top three,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration against her skin. “Start with the best. The one you’ll dream about when you’re eighty.” 

Hope didn’t hesitate. A slow, wicked smile touched her lips. 

“Watching you ruin Emma.” Her voice was a breathy confession. “The way you flipped her over, pinned her, and just devoured her. She was so little under you. So loud. I’ve never seen you like that. It was the most primal, beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. I came just watching you take her.” 

Rob’s hand stilled on her back. A low groan escaped him. 

“Jesus, Hope.” He swallowed hard. “That’s my number one, too. But not what I was doing, but what I saw.” 

He rolled slightly, looming over her, his eyes dark and intense. 

“My number one was the moment you became a cheating little slut with Matt.” 

Hope’s breath caught for a second, a flush spread across her chest. 

“I was watching you with Matt while I was fucking Emma,” Rob continued, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. “And then I saw you look at Matt. You two were whispering to each other. And then you, out of the blue, guided his cock into your cunt. You broke your own rule. You let him slide into my wife’s married pussy right in front of me.” 

The words were rough, edged with awe and a feral pride. 

“What did you say to him? Right before. What was the whisper?” 

Hope’s eyes glazed over with the memory, her voice dropping to a husky, shameless whisper. 

“I told him I made a mistake by saying no penetration tonight and that I needed fucked in the worst way,” Hope recanted, “but Matt was nervous about breaking my boundary, so I told him a little white lie and said, ‘You wanted to watch him take what’s yours.’” 

She bit her lower lip, her gaze locking with his, unashamed. 

“I told him I wanted to do it for you. I saw the look in your eyes when I was with deep-throating Matt, and I knew you wanted to see me taken. So I gave him permission. I gave you the show I knew you wanted.” 

A raw, guttural sound tore from Rob’s throat. He crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss that was pure possession, pure gratitude. When he pulled back, they were both breathless. 

“That,” he panted, “was the single hottest moment of my life.” His forehead rested against hers. 

Rob’s thumb stroked her bottom lip, his eyes dark with focused curiosity. 

“Now tell me your second,” he murmured, his voice a low, intimate command, “but this one has to be about your pleasure. Not what you saw. What you felt. The best physical sensation. Game night… or yesterday. Which one owned you?” 

Hope’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping her as she traveled back into the heat of it all. When she opened them, they were hazy with a specific, sharp memory. 

“Saturday,” she breathed, a shiver tracing down her spine. “With Luke.” Her voice softened, almost reverent. “He was behind me, and I knew he was going to be the first cock ever in my ass. He was so patient. He didn’t just take, he listened. With his hands, with his body.” 

She bit her lip, a fresh wave of sensation seeming to ripple through her just at the recall. 

“He found the perfect rhythm, a slow, deep, perfect grind that made my entire world narrow to that one spot. I wasn’t just cumming, I was dissolving. I couldn’t even make a sound. It was quiet. And perfect.” 

She looked up at Rob, her expression raw and unveiled. 

“It felt like being known in a way, I didn’t even know I needed to be known.” 

Rob watched her, mesmerized. He could see the echo of the pleasure still on her face. He nodded slowly with shared understanding. 

“I saw that. Your face went completely still and then just shattered.” He kissed her forehead. “That’s a good one. A keeper.” 

He pulled her closer. Her voice is warm, perfectly capturing the afterglow of shared confession. Rob’s hand stilled on her hip, his gaze intense. 

“My second favorite was Friday night,” he said, “I thought I was spent after Emma. Completely done.” 

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. 

“But then hurricane Shelly landed in my lap. She had the same rule as you. No penetration. But, God, Hope she wanted my cock in her so badly she also broke the rules for me.” 

He shifted, his eyes darkening. 

“When she lowered her cheating cunt onto my cock, it was pure, burning pleasure. She was so tight, so hungry. And the way she moved, she pulled so many loads out of me that night. I’ll never forget it.” 

His eyes looked to Hope for assurance.

“I know I was busy with the boys while that was going on, but I saw you both, and it was poetry in motion.”

“Your turn. What you saw, or what you felt.” Rod asked, “The last one that’ll live under your skin.” 

Hope’s eyes went soft, a private smile touching her mouth. 

“Friday night,” she whispered. “When Ryan came in my mouth, and I shared it with Emma.” 

Her tongue darted out, as if she could still taste it. 

“The way she kissed me after, she was so hungry for it. The taste of him on both our tongues. And her hands on my breasts, claiming them while we kissed, I felt so wicked. So connected. It was the first time I felt like a true part of something that primal. That slutty.” 

Rob groaned, his cock stirring against her thigh at the image. 

“Fuck, Hope. Yes.” 

He kissed her, deep and slow, like he was trying to taste the memory on her. When he pulled back, his eyes were blazing. 

“My third was Saturday. Your face when you had me swap spots with Luke. When I was able to slide into your ass for the first time.” 

His hand slid down to grip her hip, possessive. 

“Hearing you beg for it. Then, feeling you clench around me as I filled your asshole with my cum at the same time you were taking Luke’s load down your throat while Leo and I both fucked you.” 

He shook his head, awe in his voice. 

“You were so full. So perfect. My wife. Taking every part of herself. I’ve never cum that hard in my life.” 

Hope’s body arched into his at the raw possession in his tone. 

“It felt like flying,” she confessed, her voice breaking. “And you were my pilot.” 

“Always,” he vowed, sealing it with a kiss that felt like a brand. 

Hope’s breath increased, her body still arching into his from the memory of being so utterly filled. A soft, almost bewildered laugh escaped her. 

“You know…” she whispered, her voice laced with a dazed wonder. “I didn’t even know why I’d kept my ass off-limits all these years. It was just a stupid rule. A line I never thought to cross.” 

She met his gaze, her eyes wide with the shock of the newfound discovery. 

“But Rob, when Luke first opened me up, followed by you being in there, it was so good. The fullness, the pressure, the way it made everything else feel more intense.” 

A shiver ran through her. “I’ve been missing out. So much.” Her voice dropped to a husky, shameless whisper. 

“I don’t ever want anything to be off-limits again.” 

Rob’s groan was pure, unadulterated victory. He crushed her against him, his hand sliding down to cup the very cheek he’d so recently claimed. 

“No limits ever again,” he vowed, his voice thick with promise. “That’s a fucking promise, Hope. Every part of you is mine to worship and use. And I plan to use all of you.” 

He kissed her then, deep and claiming, sealing the new covenant between them. The old rules were ashes. A new, hungrier law was written in their place. 

Hope asks, “I wonder if Shelly has three.”

She laughed at herself as she reached for her phone.

Her fingers fly across the screen, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she channels her giddy, post-revelation energy.

Hope: Shelly, darling. Rob and I are dissecting the weekend, discussing our best memories. My top three are set, but I’m dying to know yours. What moments are burned into your soul? Be deliciously specific. 

She hits send, then looks up at Rob with a playful smirk. "Let's see if her list is as sinful as ours."

Shelly: Darling. Of course. Friday: The look on your embarrassed face when you couldn’t keep your greedy cunt off of my man's cock. The second was Rob’s voice when he shot his first load in me. He was raw. Needy. I’ve never heard him sound like that. And the way he filled me, like he was pouring every secret he’s ever had right into my womb. And the last one was watching Rob tuck Emma into bed after he destroyed her. The way he was so gentle and caring - it showed a side of him that's both fierce and tender. It reminded me of the depth of his care and how safe he makes everyone feel. That moment stayed with me because it captured the essence of our dynamic, passion, and protection woven together. So. There you have it. My soul, in three acts. Now tell me yours didn’t just get a little hotter.

Hope: God, Shelly, yes. Reading that just made me wet all over again. Especially that first one, you saw me, didn’t you? Saw how badly I needed to break. And you gave me the push. Thank you for that. Truly. Rob just read your message. He’s motivated. Let’s just say our Sunday morning is about to become very active again. Talk soon, you glorious devil. 

She sets the phone facedown on the nightstand, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face as she turns to Rob. 

"Well? Feel like revisiting a few of those memories… physically?"

Rob says, "Since it's Sunday morning and we are probably not going to make it to church, how would my holy whore like to see heaven?

Hope lets out a dark, velvety laugh, her eyes gleaming with pure sin as she arches a brow at him. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial purr. 

"Since when did heaven require a pew, darling? I'd rather kneel right here." Her fingers trail down his stomach. "But by all means, preach. I'm ready to be converted."

"Well, my queen, with your stomach so full of sperm from the weekend, you probably would like my next load in your ass or your cunt. Or do you want me to paint your cheating slut face?’

With raw hunger, a slow, predatory smile spreads across her lips as she leans in, her voice a throaty, commanding whisper.

"Paint my face, my king. Mark your territory where everyone can see it. Let them all know whose whore I am." Her hand wraps around his wrist, guiding his fingers to her lips. 

"But after you've claimed my mouth, I want that next load deep in my ass. I want to feel you own once more what you unlocked."

Rob pulls Hope around in the bed, lowering her head over the side. He isn’t gentle about fucking her throat, and she doesn’t want him to be.

She lets out a choked, guttural moan of approval as Rob manhandles her into position, her body thrumming with raw submission. Her fingers claw at the bedsheets, her voice a broken, eager whisper against the thrust of his cock.

"Yesss... use me. Mark my throat. I want to feel it tomorrow."

He makes short work of reaching climax and pulls out, giving Hope a full-blown facial.

Gasping for air, her lips swollen and eyes glazed, she doesn't even try to wipe away the mess. A slow, decadent smile spreads across her slick, marked face as she looks up at him, her voice hoarse and reverent. 

"Now that's a masterpiece. Your signature all over me." She licks her lips, tasting him. "Now my ass. Don't be gentle. I want to feel this for days."

Rob reinserts his semi-hard cock back in Hopes cum covered mouth until he is at maximum hardness again.

She lets out a muffled, eager sound around him, her eyes watering but shining with pure devotion. Her throat works around him, taking him deeper as she hums in approval, her body trembling with the effort and the thrill. When he's fully hard again, she pulls back just enough to gasp, her voice raw and wrecked. 

"Now... take what's yours. Fuck your whore's ass like you mean it."

Rob grabs a bottle of lube while Hope gets on her hands and knees. He pushes a glob in her puckered hole before smacking her ass.

Hope yelps at the sharp sting, a shudder of pure pleasure rolling through her. She arches her back, pushing her ass higher in offering, her voice a breathless, unrepentant laugh. 

“That's for letting another man's dick in your ass for the first time before me.”

"Worth every second, “she smirks, “ but I’ve been a real bad girl, so you may need to spank me some more.”

Rob gives her another smack, followed by her moan.

“How have you been really bad, my slut?”

“It’s because I liked giving my anal virginity to a stranger. I knew, as gentle as he was, you would fuck my ass properly and flood my bowels with your sperm like you owned it.”

Rob gave her another smack.

“Oh yes, punish me, my king. I deserve it, and you know it. Now claim what's yours, husband. Make me forget his name."

She cries out as his palm connects again, her body jolting forward with the force of it. A wild, broken laugh escapes her, mixed with a gasp of pure ecstasy. Her voice is ragged, dripping with shameless need. 

"Yes! Harder! I dreamed of this, dreamed of you taking what I gave away. Flood me. Ruin me. Make me yours." 

She pushes back against him, her whole body trembling with anticipation. 

"Don't hold back. I can take it. I want it."

She lets out a sharp cry as Rob drives into her without warning, her body arching violently at the sudden, brutal fullness. Her fingers twist in the sheets, knuckles white, as she gasps for air. 

"God, yes! Just like that! More, don't you dare be gentle with me now!" Her voice cracks on a sob of pleasure. "Fill me up, mark me inside where no one else can reach!"

Hope's body convulses as he pounds into her, each thrust stealing her breath. Her voice comes out in ragged, desperate bursts between the impact. 

"Yesss, right there! God, Rob, deeper! I want to feel you in my bones!" She reaches back, gripping her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, her nails digging in. 

"Don't stop, don't you dare stop until I'm dripping with you!"

She lets out a choked gasp as Rob’s thrusts grow more possessive, his grip bruising on her hips. His voice is a dark, gravelly growl against her ear. 

"You wanted this? A stranger’s careful touch? I’ll ruin you for anyone else, Hope. You’ll never feel full unless it’s me."

 She shudders, her reply a broken moan. "Promise? Swear it! Swear you’ll ruin me!"

They both cry out as he slams into her with a final, devastating thrust, her body seizing around him. Her voice is a shattered, breathless whisper. 

"I swear, only you, always you." 

She collapses forward, trembling, spent, and utterly claimed. 

"Now, tell me I'm yours."

Gasping for air, Rob finally proclaims, "You Hope, belong to me. From here on, you are only mine. And because I know you're mine, I will have requirements moving forward."

Hope turns her head, her cheek pressed against the rumpled sheets, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her well-used lips. Her voice is hoarse but utterly sure. 

"Requirements? Oh, I would do anything for you, my stud. But make them good, I've just been thoroughly reminded who I belong to." 

She shifts her hips slightly, a soft gasp escaping as she feels him still inside her. 

"Tell me your rules. I'm ready to obey."

“I expect you to fully embrace the holy whore you were born to be. I expect you to eat all the pussy you want, suck all the cocks until your belly bloats, and to have all of your holes dripping if that is what you desire.”

Her eyes well with genuine tears, her voice trembling with raw emotion as she turns to face him fully. 

"Thank you, Rob. Thank you for seeing me. For not locking away this hunger inside me." She presses a kiss to his palm, her lips tender against his skin. 

"You're not just letting me be free, you're celebrating what I am. That's a gift I'll never take for granted."

She wipes her tears with the back of her hand, a soft, radiant smile breaking through. 

"Wherever you want to take me, my love. But right now, I think I'd like to show my gratitude properly." 

She shifts, her voice dropping to a warm, intimate whisper. 

"How about I start by worshipping you for a while? Let me taste what's mine."

She slides down his body with slow, reverent purpose, her lips brushing his skin with each inch she descends. When she reaches his hips, she looks up, her eyes dark with devotion. 

"Let me show you how a grateful whore thanks her king," she murmurs, before taking him deep, her mouth hot and eager around him.

There is no hesitation, lowering her head to lick him clean with slow, deliberate strokes. Her eyes stay locked on his, full of reverence and a hint of wicked pride. She savors the taste of them mixed, his release, her submission. 

"Every drop of us, the faint flavor of my ass. The strong taste of your cum" she whispers against his skin, her voice husky. "This is a taste I will never tire of.”

As she continues to dutifully clean his cock, she feels a swelling wave of devotion to her man.  

‘Now tell me what you need next, my King. Your wish is my command."

After pondering for a bit, he let loose a sly grin.

“You know, I really enjoyed accompanying you and Shelly when she popped your lesbian cherry last weekend. And, there seems to be some unfinished business between you and Emma.”

Hope's eyes light up with playful mischief, a slow grin spreading across her face. 

"Oh, you liked that, huh? Probably not half as much as I did. Shelly was such a perfect introduction. But Emma?" She lets out a low, throaty laugh. "That woman has been aching to finish what we started. Should I invite her over? Let you watch while I give some love to that pussy you tried to destroy?"

“That would please your king very much.”

"Oh, I like how you think. Let me text her right now. She’s been sending me very persuasive texts all week." She reaches for her phone, her movements fluid and eager. "Should I tell her to bring her favorite toy? Or would you rather be the one to destroy her while I watch?"

“You can be the expert here. I just know at some point I want to see you both lapping each other's cunts like starving animals.”

"Consider it done. I'll tell her to come hungry." She hits send, then tosses the phone aside with a predatory grin. 

"Now... should we warm up the stage before our guest arrives, or do you want to save your energy for the main event?"

“I’m not sure you are going to need much romance for you two to get going. You and Emma have been having toying with each other since you first met.”

Hope grins, her eyes sparkling with memory. 

"You're absolutely right. The first time our hands brushed, at that first get-together, I thought she might spontaneously combust." She leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Shall I greet her at the door in nothing but my leather skirt and a promise?"

“A promise without panties.”

Hope lets out a throaty laugh, already sliding off the bed. "No panties, it is." She strides toward the closet, the sway of her hips deliberate. "I'll make sure the first thing she sees is exactly what she's been dreaming about."

"She's been dreaming about and creaming about. And soon you will have her screaming."

Hope emerges with her hair and make-up looking as slutty as possible. Rob gives out a low whistle.

"Oh, she'll be screaming your name by the time you're through." 

She winks. "And yours, if you play your cards right." 

Hope spends the better part of the day with little chores in her outfit or lack there of driving Rob crazy. By late afternoon at the appointed time, the doorbell rings. 

"Right on time,” Hope says as she heads to the door.

She turns to swing the door open, leaning against the frame with deliberate provocation. 

"Emma, darling, so good to see you. Have you recovered from my man because it’s my turn now?"

Hope steps aside with a predatory grace, letting Emma’s gaze drop to exactly where she intended. 

"Recovered? Sweetheart, she’s just getting warmed up." 

She pulls Emma inside by the wrist, her voice a low purr. 

"Now be a good girl and show me what that mouth can do when it’s not begging for mercy."

Hope gasps against Emma’s surprisingly fierce kiss, a shiver of pure delight running through her. When they break apart, she’s breathless, her eyes shining with genuine warmth and excitement.

Emma shows an unexpected vigor as she pushes Hope against the wall. She gasps against Emma’s surprisingly fierce kiss, a shiver of pure delight running through her. When they break apart, she’s breathless, her eyes shining with genuine warmth and excitement.

 After they come up for air, Emma confesses.

"I have never been with a woman, Hope. But I've wanted you to be my first since the second I laid eyes on you. Don't make me wait any longer. Take me to bed and pop my girl cherry."

"A first time should be perfect," she whispers, cupping Emma’s cheek. "Come to bed, my dear. I’ll make sure you remember every second." 

She takes Emma’s hand, leading her toward the bedroom with a tender yet eager pull. 

Emma says, “You seem so confident. Do you have a lot of experience with women?”

Stopping in the hallway, Hope captures Emma.

"Enough to know what makes a woman shatter." Her hand slides up to cradle Emma's cheek. "But every woman is a new universe to explore. And you, darling, feel like a supernova waiting to happen." 

She captures Emma's mouth again, this time with slower, deeper intention.

Emma whispers as Hope begins kissing her collarbone. 

“Tell me, hope. Tell of the last cunt you consumed.”

Hope breaks the kiss with a dark, velvety laugh. 

"Shelly's," she murmurs against Emma's jawline. "Last Friday, while Rob was fucking me." 

Her fingers trace patterns on Emma's lower stomach. 

"She was trembling when I knelt between her legs. Tasted like sin and champagne." She nips at Emma's earlobe. "But I have a feeling you'll taste even sweeter."

“Mmmmhmm. Nothing has been near my pussy after your husband completely destroyed me two nights ago. Maybe you can still taste him on my cheating cunt.”

She lets out a low, hungry groan. 

"God, yes." She drops to her knees right there in the hallway, pulling her shorts down, her hands pushing Emma's thighs apart. 

"I've been dreaming of tasting you." 

Her tongue drags a slow, deliberate stripe through Emma's folds. 

"Mmm... there he is. Now let's see if we can taste you underneath." 

She devours Emma with relentless precision, her moans vibrating against Emma's sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuck, you eat pussy like a dyke. I swear you’ve been doing this your whole life.”

Looking up with a wicked grin, her chin glistening. 

"Darling, I was born with this talent." 

She dives back in, her tongue circling Emma's clit with expert pressure. 

"But you make me feel like it's my first time too." 

She slips two fingers inside, curling them just right. 

"Now let's see how loud you can scream for me."

“Oh, you dirty whore. I saw how much you love sucking cocks. Do you like eating pussy that much?”

Pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot against Emma's wet skin. 

"Darling, cock is a delightful appetizer..." 

She delivers three sharp licks to Emma's clit. 

"...but pussy is the main course." Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "Nothing compares to making a woman come undone on my tongue." 

She seals her mouth over Emma again, humming with pleasure as she drinks her in.

Within seconds, Emma explodes with a healthy squirt. Hope gets choked by the sudden rush of fluid. Both ladies are surprised that Emma had that in her.

Coughing slightly, wiping her chin with a look of pure awe.

 "Well now! Someone's full of surprises." She grins up at a trembling Emma. "Turns out you're a natural fountain, darling." 

She leans in to lick a stray drop from Emma's inner thigh. 

“Oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened. I’ve always heard some women can do that, but I thought it was just a myth. Seeing your gorgeous face clamped down on my crotch. I couldn’t help myself. I was afraid I was going to pee on you.”

Catching a stray droplet on her finger. 

"Darling, that was not pee, that was pure pleasure." She licks her finger slowly. "And it tastes divine." 

Her hands slide up to Emma's hips. 

"Now relax and let's see if we can make you gush like that twice." She lowers her mouth with renewed hunger.

“Hope my lover, would you mind taking me to your bed, or are you worried I will ruin your sheets coming on your face again? I’m afraid I can’t stand much longer.”

Being motivated and surging with adrenaline, Hope scoops Emma into her arms effortlessly, her strength belying her elegant frame. 

"Ruin them," she purrs, carrying her toward the bedroom. "I want these sheets to smell like us for weeks." She lays Emma across the bed, crawling over her with a predator's grace. 

"Now let's see how many times we can get you off."

“Hey, you don’t get to hog all of the pussy. I am beyond excited to get my first taste of you.”

Rolling onto her back with a throaty laugh, pulling Emma on top of her. 

"Oh darling, I was praying you'd say that." 

She guides Emma's head downward with a firm hand. 

"Feast on me, I've been aching for your mouth since our first kiss." 

She arches her hips upward, her leather skirt brushing against Emma's cheeks. 

"Don't be gentle."

As Emma dives in, she sees something white oozing out of Hope's ass. 

“I’ll bet I know whose this is.” Holding up a string of Rob‘s cum from Hope‘s ass.

"Clever girl." 

She reaches back to wipe the evidence on her fingers. 

"Rob's little parting gift from this morning." 

She brings her glistening fingers to Emma's lips. 

"Want a taste of my husband's work before you start yours?" Her eyes flash with wicked promise. 

"Or shall we mix his finish with my beginning?"

“You forget I’ve had loads of your husband’s cum already, but it’s your cum that I now crave.”

Moaning deeply, her hips lifted off the bed. 

"Then take what's yours, darling." She tangles her fingers in Emma's hair, guiding her mouth lower. "Taste me, only me." Her breath hitches as Emma's tongue finds her. "God yes... right there... show me how hungry you really are."

Emma starts almost too slowly, fearful that she’ll do something wrong.

Whispering breathlessly, "Don't think—just feel." 

She gently guides Emma's head with more pressure. 

"There's no wrong way to worship here, darling." A soft moan escapes her lips as Emma's tongue finds a rhythm. "Yes, just like that, you're a natural."

Emma gets a little more vigorous. 

“Oh my God, this sweet nectar tastes better than I could have dreamed. You said you want me to feel, but now I want to feed.”

Arching off the mattress with a gasp.

 "Feed then, drink me dry." 

Her fingers tighten in Emma's hair as her hips begin to move in rhythm. 

"I want to feel your face fucking me when I come." A shudder runs through her. "Don't stop, not until you've swallowed every last drop."

Emma changed her technique, sticking her tongue out as far as she could and slamming it into Hope’s cunt like it’s a cock.

Her back bowed off the bed. 

"Fuck yes! Pound me with that wicked tongue!" Her hands grip the sheets, knuckles white. "Harder, bitch, make me feel it tomorrow!" She grinds against Emma's face, her moans growing ragged. 

"God, you're going to make me—" Her sentence cuts off with a choked gasp as her climax hits.

Emma greedily laps at the cream oozing out of Hope, not missing a drop. She pulls her face back, glazed like a doughnut.

“Jackpot!” 

Hope collapses back onto the mattress with a breathless laugh, her chest still heaving. 

"Look at you, my perfectly glazed darling." 

She pulls Emma up for a deep, messy kiss, sharing her own taste. 

"Now..." she murmurs against Emma's lips, "shall we see what other treasures we can uncover?" 

Her hand slides between them with renewed purpose.

“I know I just face-fucked you like a lioness on my prey, but I would really like to just cuddle for a few moments. I just want to feel your slick, cummy naked body against mine if that’s ok.”

Hope immediately softens, pulling Emma against her with a contented sigh. 

"Of course, darling." She drapes an arm over Emma's waist, their slick skin pressing together. 

"Sometimes the fiercest lions need the gentlest aftercare." She nuzzles into Emma's hair. "Rest right here. I've got you."

Emma breathes quietly before breaking the silence.

“You know, Ryan and I made a promise to each other that we would never catch feelings for people we played with in the Lifestyle. But I have to tell you, Hope, I am fighting really hard not to fall in love with you.”

Hope strokes Emma's hair gently, her voice softening. 

"Oh, darling, feelings have a way of sneaking past even the strongest promises." She kisses Emma's forehead. "Let's just enjoy this moment without labels. Some connections are too beautiful to define." 

She holds Emma closer. 

"Right now, you're exactly where you're meant to be."

Emma purrs as she nozzles into the nape of Hope’s neck and starts licking lightly some of her leftover squirt from earlier.

As she shivers with delight, Hope’s fingers are tracing lazy patterns on Emma's back. 

"Mmm, recycling is so very erotic, darling." She tilts her neck to give better access. "Though I must warn you, you'll find my taste rather addictive." 

Her laughter is soft and warm. "Consider yourself officially hooked."

Emma says, “I would love nothing more than making a career out of drinking my squirt off of your glorious body.”

"Darling, we'd both need hydration IVs by week's end." She nips playfully at Emma's ear. "But what a magnificent way to go, drowning in pleasure and each other." 

Her hand slides down to squeeze Emma's thigh. 

"Shall we start your new career with a performance review?"

“Aww, can you give me a few more moments? I think I missed a spot,” Emma says as she drags her tongue down and latches onto one of Hope’s nipples.

Gasping softly, arching into the sensation. 

"Take all the time you need, darling." She threads her fingers through Emma's hair. "I'm rather enjoying this thorough inspection." 

A low hum vibrates in her chest as Emma's tongue works magic. 

"Though I should warn you, my nipples are rather responsive."

With a little smile as Emma switches to the other side. 

“I was kind of counting on that.”

"You minx. You know exactly what you're doing to me." 

Her hips shift restlessly against the sheets. 

"Keep that up, and we'll need to call in reinforcements." 

She bites her lip as Emma's teeth graze her sensitive peak. 

"God, you're good at this."

Emma chuckles while holding Hope‘s nipple between her lips and then transitions to something that feels more like nursing to Hope. It makes Hope wonder if the 20-year age gap is creating a bit of a mommy complex for Emma.

Moaning deeply, her body melting into the mattress. 

"Oh, darling, if you want to call me Mommy while you nurse, I won't object." 

She cradles Emma's head gently against her breast. 

"Age is just a number, but this?" Her breath hitches. "This feels like coming home."

Emma pulls back and gazes into both eyes. 

“I never thought that I would have a mommy complex around older women, but I definitely felt like I wanted to crawl up into your womb earlier.”

Cupping Emma's cheek, her expression was tender yet playful. 

"Darling, my womb might be a bit crowded with all of the cocks and cum these days," she teases gently, "but my arms?" She pulls Emma into a warm embrace. "They'll always have room for you." 

She kisses her forehead. 

"Now, shall we continue this thorough exploration?" Her hand slides around Emma with a warm embrace.

“I do want that, and I am ready for more. But I can’t decide if I want to be tasted or to do more tasting. What should we do, mommy?”

Grinning wickedly, rolling Emma onto her back. 

"Why choose, darling?" She trails kisses down Emma's stomach. "Let's have a proper feast, my lover. I'm fifty-two, but I've mastered the art of multitasking in a sixty-nine." 

She positions them perfectly, her voice dropping to a purr. 

"Now let's see if we can't make each other see stars simultaneously."

Rob had been quietly staying at the periphery, checking from time to time on the ladies as they played. The elevated volume of moans and muffled screams pulled him into the room to watch what he saw was breathtaking as Emma and Hope were locked in a 69, pulling each other tightly, leaving marks as they were each other for more depth and connection. The wet sounds were similar to dogs lapping from a water dish as they simultaneously lapped at each other. But when they did pull back to speak, their words would make heaven melt.

Hope pulls back just enough to lock eyes with Rob over Emma's hip, her lips glistening. 

"Join us, darling," she purrs, "We are making quite the mess and we're not nearly done." 

She gently guides Emma's head back to her center while reaching for Rob's hand. 

"Three mouths are better than two, don't you think?"

With Hope’s face buried between Emma‘s legs, Rob came in from above and spread her cheeks to begin a tongue assault on Emma‘s asshole. Just like he heard Shelly coaching Hope the weekend before to start off flat before going more pointed.  At this angle, Hope and Rob were nose to nose, able to make unbreakable eye contact.

It was a moment of intimacy between the couple that brought a loud moan from Hope against Emma's clit.

"God, yes—teamwork makes the dream work," she rasps before diving back in with renewed fervor. 

Her fingers dig into Emma's thighs as she feels Rob's technique mirroring her own rhythm. 

"That's it, darling. Show her how deep devotion can go."

Emma completely lost her ability to continue pleasuring Hope with the sensation of two tongues ferociously attacking.

Everyone immediately senses the shift as Hope pulls back to gently stroke Emma's trembling thigh. "That’s it, darling, just receive tonight." 

She kisses Emma's inner knee while maintaining eye contact with Rob. 

"Let us worship you." Her voice drops to a whisper. "Sometimes the greatest pleasure is in surrender."

“Mmmmph FUCK!!!”

Rob smiles against Emma's skin, his voice a warm murmur. 

"That's the sound we love to hear." 

Soon after, Hope was assaulting Emma’s clit with fervor while Rob’s tongue was buried halfway in her asshole, and that’s when Emma came apart. 

“Oh my fucking God, you two!” 

She didn’t have to say she was cumming. Her body made that clear.

They both rode out Emma's climax with her, not pulling away until the last tremor subsides. Hope rests her cheek on Emma's thigh, breathing heavily. 

"Beautiful," she whispers hoarsely, pressing a soft kiss to the damp skin. She glances up at Rob with a wicked grin. "Shall we see if we can ruin her like you did Friday?"

Rob says, “I think I know one way of doing that. All I could think about when her tight ass was squeezing my tongue was what it would feel like squeezed around my cock.”

Hope sits up with a playful glint in her eyes, licking her lips. 

"Darling, that's the kind of poetry I adore." She moves to make space for Rob, guiding Emma onto her hands and knees. 

"Let's give our girl the full package. First tongue, then cock." 

She positions herself facing Emma. 

"And I'll be right here to catch every expression."

Rob leaves to grab the lube while Emma struggles to compose herself. 

“Hope, I’ve never had anything shoved in my ass other than fingers and now your husband‘s tongue. But at the same time, I’m excited about him taking my anal virginity.”

She cradles Emma's face gently. 

"First times should be sacred, darling." She takes the lube from Rob. 

"Let me help prepare you properly. Rob's talented, but I have a softer touch in these delicate negotiations." 

Her fingers glide slickly between Emma's cheeks. 

"Relax, breathe, and tell me if you want to stop at any moment."

“Oh fuck I am still so sensitive back there.”

Immediately stopping her movements, she places a soothing kiss on Emma's lower back. 

"Shhh, it's alright, darling." She gently massages the tense muscles. "We'll just use my fingers tonight and let you get accustomed slowly." 

She smiles warmly at Rob as he returns.

"Change of plans, love. Our girl needs gentle breaking in first."

“No, I want this. I want your husband to take ownership of my married ass. I just need a second and then I’ll be ready. Don’t you dare make him stop.”

"That's my brave girl." She catches Rob's eye with a meaningful look. "Slow and worshipful, darling, she's giving us something precious." She positions herself to kiss Emma deeply as Rob prepares. 

"Breathe through it, sweetheart. I've got you."

Rob says, “ I promise to be gentle and respectful. And I’m not going to lie, this kind of makes up for not getting to take my wife’s anal virginity that Luke stole from me.”

Hope bursts into laughter, shaking her head. 

"Darling, Luke 'stole' nothing. Your wife gifted it enthusiastically!" She winks at Emma. "But since you're keeping score..." 

She guides Rob's hips forward with a playful smirk. "Let's make this one so spectacular, you'll forget to count."

Emma adds, “What is it about us slutty wives, wanting to give our anal cherries to men other than our husbands?”

Hope chuckles deeply, running her hands through Emma's hair. 

"Darling, it's not about being slutty, it's about being alive." She kisses Emma's shoulder blade. "Some gifts are meant to be given unexpectedly. It makes them more precious." 

She glances up at Rob with a warm smile. 

"And some husbands understand that love isn't about possession, but celebration."

Rob says, “Oh, I celebrated the moment with you, darling. And what little bit of jealousy I might have felt just added to the vigor of reclaiming you after.”

Hope sighs dramatically, fanning herself. 

"Now that's romance novel material!" She grins at Emma. "See? This is why I keep him around; he turns jealousy into foreplay." 

She positions herself to watch them closely. "Now show our girl how beautifully you claim what she’s offering, darling."

Rob asks, “Hope my queen, I want you to be part of this experience. Would you be so kind to line my cock up with Emma‘s beautiful puckered little opening so I can have both hands on her hips?”

"With pleasure, my love." 

She guides him with deliberate slowness, her fingers trembling slightly as she positions him. "There... perfect alignment." 

She meets Emma's eyes with a reassuring smile. 

"Deep breath now, darling. This is where the magic happens."

Emma succumbs to the pressure on the outer ring of her anus and feels a spark of excitement rush through her body. 

“Oh my God, when I left the house, I had no idea I would be privileged to have this glorious cock in my ass.”

"The best adventures always find us when we least expect them, darling," Hope says while rubbing soothing circles on Emma's lower back. 

"Now relax and enjoy the ride. “Rob's quite the storyteller with his instrument back there."

“Emma, your ass is so tight and smooth. I feel like I’m fucking royalty.”

She buries her face in the sheets with a muffled laugh. "Fucking royalty? Good lord, Rob, save the poetry for after the orgasm!" 

She shakes her head, tears of mirth in her eyes. "I feel so full. He is filling a void I never realized existed. A need that I secretly always knew.”

Hope leans close to whisper in Emma's ear, her voice husky with emotion. "The best moments reveal what we already knew in our bones, darling." She gently massages Emma's lower back. "Now let that empty space become permanently occupied territory."

Emma looks over her shoulder at Rob and says, “I appreciate you being gentle with me, but now I’m ready to be fucked.”

"There's my girl!" She gives Rob's shoulder an enthusiastic pat. "You heard the lady, time to trade reverence for revelry, darling!" 

She positions herself to maintain eye contact with Emma. 

"And I'll be right here watching every glorious second."

Emma pulls Hope in for a desperate kiss. 

“When I come, I want your tongue down my throat while your husband’s cock is in my ass.”

"Darling, you're making this too easy for me." 

She captures Emma's mouth just as Rob begins moving with more purpose, humming approvingly as she tastes Emma's rising pleasure. 

"Mmm... perfect synchronization."

Hope's tongue delves deeper into Emma's throat, tasting the sweet nectar of her saliva. She can feel Emma's body trembling beneath her, the pre-shocks of pleasure rippling through her like waves. Rob's thrusts grow more urgent, his grip on Emma's hips bruising as he chases his own release. The room is filled with the sounds of their passion, moans, wet slaps, and the occasional gasp for air.

Emma's body arches up, and Hope lifts her torso pressing her breasts against Emma's chest as she rides the crest of her orgasm. Her hands claw at the sheets, Hope's back, knuckles white, as she cries out, her voice a raw, primal sound that echoes off the walls. Hope can feel every tremor, every shudder, as if it were her own, the connection between them electric and all-consuming.

Rob's movements become erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He leans forward, his body covering Emma's as he buries his face in her neck.

"Hope... Emma... I'm—" His words are cut off by a guttural groan as he reaches his climax, his body shuddering with the force of it. He collapses forward, his weight pushing Emma and Hope to the mattress, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

Hope gently pulls Emma's head back, her lips capturing Emma's in a deep, lingering kiss. It’s almost as if she can taste Rob's release on Emma's tongue, the mixture of their flavors intoxicating. She breaks the kiss, her eyes locked on Emma's as she whispers, "You were incredible, darling. Absolutely incredible."

Emma's eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the line of Hope's jaw.

"You... both... were... amazing," she manages to gasp out, her voice hoarse from her cries.

Rob rolls off to the side, pulling Emma and Hope with him so they all lie in a tangle of limbs. He presses a soft kiss to Emma's shoulder, then turns to Hope, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and gratitude. 

"Thank you, my love. You gave me everything I asked for and then some."

Hope smiles, her fingers entwined with both of theirs.

"I gave you? No, you only asked to watch us play. Buttfucking my girlfriend was your idea."

The laughter eventually subsided as their breaths slowly returned to normal. They lay there for a while as the afterglow of their shared experience wrapped around them like a warm embrace. The room is quiet, except for the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional shift of a body.

Finally, Emma breaks the silence, her voice soft and dreamy.

"I never knew it could be like this. So... complete."

Hope leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to Emma's forehead.

"That's because we're not just giving each other pleasure, darling. We're giving each other ourselves."

Rob nods in agreement, his arm tightening around both of them. "And that's the most powerful thing of all."

After a bit, Hope wondered if Emma was going to spend the night. Before she could ask, Emma and Rob had drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms. Hope was able to extract herself and made it to the kitchen to check her phone. 

She had a whole string of texts and three missed calls. Since it was only 9 pm, she decided it wasn’t too late to call.

Shelly answers: “There you are, you disappeared on me.”

Hope: "Shelly, darling, you won't believe how our Sunday turned out! Emma came over, and let me tell you, that girl has some spunk. Well, actually, she has some of Rob’s spunk in her ass right now."

Shelly: "Ooh, that sounds deliciously filthy. I'm so glad you're all having such a blast. Listen, that's actually why I was trying to reach you. Matt and I are planning another little get-together for next weekend, and we'd love for you and Rob to join us."

Hope: "Another party? Count us in! I can't wait to see what you have in store. Who else are you thinking of inviting?"

Shelly: "Well, of course, we'll invite Michael and Sarah, and Jake and Megan. You didn’t really get to spend that much time around them last time. Megan decided she needed a gang bang and of course I ran off with Sarah.”

Hope: “How could I forget that. It would be nice to get to know them better. Are you inviting Emma and Ryan back?”

Shelly: Of course, Ryan and Emma are on the list. As you said, she is quite the eager beaver."

Hope: "Eager doesn't even begin to cover it. She was like a starving animal, and I was her favorite meal. Rob even took her anal virginity, and let me tell you, the way she screamed? It was music to our ears."

Shelly: "Mmm, I bet. You know, we were thinking of spicing things up a bit this time. Maybe a little gang bang action for you. What do you think? Want some extra cocks in the mix?"

Hope: "Ooh, now you're speaking my language. Extra cocks sound like just the thing to keep things interesting. Luke and Leo were a blast last time, so definitely invite them. And if you can find a few more studs, I'm all for it."

Shelly: "Perfect! I'll make sure to round up a few more delicious morsels for you to feast on. This is going to be one wild ride, Hope. I can already feel the anticipation building."

Hope: "You know I'm always up for a good time. Which is making me think, Shelly, with all these new experiences, I hope I'm not getting a reputation as some kind of insatiable slut among our little community. I mean, I love every minute of it, but I don't want people thinking I'm just a hole to be filled, you know?"

Shelly: "Darling, let me tell you something. In our world, being insatiable is a compliment, not a curse. You're embracing your desires, and that's something to be celebrated. Besides, who cares what others think? You and Rob are living your truth, and that's all that matters."

Hope: "You're right, of course. It's just that sometimes I wonder if people see me as more than just a sexual object. I want to be respected for who I am, not just for what I can offer in bed."

Shelly: "Hope, listen to me. You are so much more than just a sexual object. You're a goddess, a queen, and everyone in our circle knows it. They respect you, they admire you, and they envy you for the freedom you've found. Don't ever doubt that."

Hope: "Thank you, Shelly. You always know just what to say. I guess I just needed a little reminder of how far I've come and how proud I should be of myself."

Shelly: "You should be proud! Everyone I have invited so far wants to be sure you are going to be here. You are going to be the center of attention. Now, let's get back to the important stuff. Are you ready for a weekend of pure hedonism? Because I promise, this party is going to be one for the books."

Hope: "I'm more than ready. Bring on the cocks, the cum, and the chaos. I'm here for it all. And Shelly, thank you for being such a wonderful friend and guide on this journey. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Shelly: "It's my pleasure, Hope. Now, let's make next weekend unforgettable. See you then, you wild thing!"

Hope: "See you then, Shelly. And thanks again. You're the best."

As Hope hangs up the phone, she feels a sense of contentment and excitement. Shelly's words have reassured her, and she's more eager than ever for the upcoming party. With a smile, she returns to the bedroom, ready to share the good news with Rob and Emma. 

The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, inviting light over the room, where Rob and Emma are still entwined in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Hope pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of their spent forms, the evidence of their combined passion strewn across the sheets. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she snuggles up to them both and prepares for what awaits.