I sat in the loungeroom, the evening quiet broken only by the distant hum of the TV, when Beth strode in with Sarah trailing behind her like a shadow eager for light. Sarah, that flirtatious beauty from next door, kept her eyes down, but I caught the sly glance she shot my way—young, submissive, and hungry for whatever commands came next. Beth, my dominant wife, fixed me with her confident stare, her attractive figure outlined in the room's warm light. 'Mark, you've been pretending not to notice Sarah's little games, haven't you?' she said, her voice laced with that jealous edge that always turned me on. 'All those flirty smiles, the way she bends over in her short skirts. I know you've been holding back, loyal as you are, but tonight, I'm letting her have a taste. Only if she follows my rules.' Sarah shifted on her feet, her cheeks flushing, but she nodded eagerly, her curiosity about older men like me written all over her face. Beth stepped closer, her hand resting on Sarah's shoulder. 'Start by stripping for us, slowly. Show him what you've got hidden under those clothes.' Sarah's fingers trembled as she reached for the hem of her blouse, pulling it up inch by inch to reveal smooth, pale skin and a lacy bra that barely contained her firm breasts. I felt my cock stiffen in my jeans, the temptation I'd been fighting for weeks hitting me like a wave. She slid the blouse off, letting it drop to the floor, then hooked her thumbs into her skirt's waistband. 'Like this?' she whispered, her voice breathy, as she wiggled it down her hips, stepping out of it to stand in just her underwear. 'Good girl,' Beth purred, her eyes gleaming with control. 'Now, touch yourself. Make it real for us. Let Mark see how wet you get thinking about him.' Sarah bit her lip, her submissive nature shining through as she slipped a hand into her panties. Her fingers moved deliberately, rubbing her pussy in slow circles, and I could hear the wet sounds even from where I sat. My heart pounded, my restrained desires bubbling up—I wanted to reach out, to feel her, but Beth's rules held me back. Sarah's breaths came faster, her other hand cupping her breast, pinching the nipple until it hardened. 'Oh, God,' she moaned, her eyes locking onto mine, 'it feels so good... imagining you watching me.' I shifted in my seat, my dick throbbing against my pants, pre-cum leaking as I took in the sight of her fingers plunging deeper, her pussy slick and swollen. Beth leaned in, whispering something in Sarah's ear that made her gasp, her movements growing more urgent. The room filled with the scent of her arousal, thick and intoxicating, as Sarah's hips bucked against her hand. 'Faster,' Beth commanded, her voice firm, and Sarah obeyed, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. I could feel the heat building in me, my loyal husband facade cracking as I imagined burying myself inside her. Sarah's body trembled, her young form arching as she neared the edge, her fingers working her clit with raw need. But Beth wasn't done orchestrating; she glanced at me, a smirk playing on her lips, as if daring me to join. Sarah's eyes fluttered shut, her voice breaking into a plea, 'Please, don't stop looking... I need this.' Her orgasm hit hard, her pussy clenching around her fingers, juices dripping down her thighs, and I gripped the couch to keep from exploding myself. The scene hung in the air, electric and unfinished, leaving me aching for more.

I watched Sarah's body shudder through her orgasm, her fingers still buried in her soaked pussy as she slumped back, breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room was thick with the scent of her arousal, a heady mix that made my cock throb painfully against my jeans. Beth's eyes met mine, that dominant smirk widening as she stepped closer to Sarah, her voice cutting through the haze like a command I couldn't ignore. 'Sarah, take those panties off and spread yourself wide,' Beth ordered, her tone firm and possessive. 'Show us everything. Don't hold back.' Sarah's cheeks flushed deeper, but she obeyed without hesitation, her submissive nature shining through as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her lacy underwear. She slid them down her legs, stepping out of them to reveal her bare, glistening pussy, swollen from her recent climax. Her eyes flicked to mine, full of that eager curiosity, before she parted her thighs wider on the couch, her hands gripping her knees to hold herself open. There she was, exposed completely—her pink folds slick and inviting, a bead of juice trickling down toward her ass. 'Like this?' Sarah whispered, her voice breathy and vulnerable, but there was an undercurrent of excitement that made my pulse race. She didn't wait for confirmation; one hand slid down her body, fingers delving back into her pussy with urgent force. She plunged them in deep, fucking herself hard, her other hand moving to her clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Wet sounds filled the room, each thrust of her fingers making her hips buck involuntarily. 'God, yes,' I muttered under my breath, my restraint fraying at the edges. Beth glanced at me, her eyes gleaming with that jealous yet sharing fire. 'Mark, I think it's time you gave her what she's been begging for. Shove that cock in her mouth. Let her taste you while she works that pussy.' Her words hit me like a spark to dry tinder, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I stood up, my hands fumbling with my jeans, yanking them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Sarah's eyes widened, locked on my dick as I stepped closer. She licked her lips, her fingers still pumping inside herself, and I could see the hunger in her gaze—that flirtatious beauty fully unleashed. I grabbed her hair gently but firmly, guiding her head toward me. 'Open up,' I growled, my voice rough with need. She parted her lips obediently, and I thrust into her mouth deeply, feeling the warm, wet heat envelop me. Her tongue swirled around my shaft instinctively, sucking hard as I pushed in further, hitting the back of her throat. 'Fuck, that's good,' I groaned, my hips moving on instinct, thrusting rhythmically into her mouth. Sarah moaned around me, the vibrations sending shocks through my body. She didn't stop fingering herself; her hand worked even faster, fingers curling inside her pussy, juices dripping onto the couch. I could feel her gagging slightly but pushing through, her eagerness making me swell even more. 'Suck it, just like that,' I commanded, my loyal husband side forgotten in the raw heat of the moment. Beth watched us with a satisfied grin, her hand trailing down her own body, teasing herself through her clothes. 'That's it, Sarah, take him deep. Show him how much you want it,' she urged, her voice adding to the intensity. Sarah's free hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in as she bobbed her head, sucking with urgent desperation. Her moans grew louder, muffled by my cock, and I could see her body tensing, building toward another climax. The sight of her—spread open, fingers fucking her pussy hard while she devoured me—was overwhelming, every sensory detail heightening the erotic charge. I thrust deeper, feeling her throat constrict around me, the pleasure building like a storm. Her pussy squelched with each plunge of her fingers, her hips grinding against her hand. The taste of her own arousal lingered in the air, mixed with the salty tang of my pre-cum on her lips. It was raw, electric, and I knew I was close, but I held back, savoring the way her mouth worked me, her body writhing in pursuit of more. Beth's presence loomed, orchestrating it all, but the connection between Sarah and me was undeniable, a forbidden thrill that left everything hanging on the edge, waiting for what came next.

I felt Sarah's mouth working around my cock, her tongue swirling with eager desperation as she sucked me deeper, her fingers still plunging into her wet pussy. But Beth's voice cut through the haze, her words dripping with that wicked dominance that always set my blood on fire. 'Let's see what this horny bitch can handle,' she said, her grin sharp and knowing as she stepped closer, eyes locked on Sarah's flushed face. 'You want to fuck my husband, you need to earn it. Fuck her face properly now. And dear? Just tap his leg if you need to breathe.' Sarah's eyes widened, a mix of challenge and submission flashing in them, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she moaned around me, the vibration sending jolts straight to my balls. I grabbed her hair firmly, my fingers threading through the soft strands, holding her in place as I took control. No more holding back—this was raw, this was what we'd all been building to. I pulled back slowly, then thrust in deep, feeling her throat tighten around my shaft, the warmth enveloping me completely. I kept the pace deliberate, not fast or brutal, just slow and deep, savoring every inch as I slid in and out. Her gags were soft at first, a wet, choking sound that only made me harder, but she pushed through, sucking eagerly like she was starving for it. 'That's it,' I growled, my voice low and rough, hips rocking steadily. Her hand on my thigh gripped tighter, nails digging in just enough to sting, a reminder of her limits, but she didn't tap out. Instead, she bobbed her head to meet my thrusts, her lips stretched wide around my thick cock. The room felt electric, the air thick with the sounds of her fingers fucking her pussy—wet slaps echoing as she curled them inside herself, juices dripping down to soak the couch. I held her there for a moment, balls deep, my cock buried in her throat, feeling the pulse of her swallowing around me. Her eyes watered, but there was that fire in them, that eager curiosity that made my heart race. 'Fuck, you're taking it so good,' I muttered, pulling back just enough to let her breathe before pushing in again, slow and steady. Beth watched us, her presence like a spark igniting everything. She leaned against the arm of the couch, her hand slipping under her skirt, teasing herself as she observed. 'Deeper, Mark. Make her feel every inch,' she commanded, her voice husky with her own arousal. Sarah's free hand moved to my balls, cupping them gently before giving a light squeeze, her moans muffled but urgent. I could feel her body trembling, her fingers working faster in her pussy, the scent of her mixing with the salty taste on her lips. I thrust again, holding deep for a beat longer this time, feeling her throat constrict and release. The sensation was overwhelming—her warm mouth, the way her tongue flicked against my underside, the sight of her spread out and fingering herself like she couldn't get enough. My muscles tensed, the build-up in my core threatening to explode, but I held back, drawing it out. Sarah's hips bucked against her hand, her breaths coming in short gasps around my cock, her body on the edge of another climax. 'God, you're such a greedy little thing,' I said, my voice thick with lust, pulling her hair to guide her rhythm. She responded by sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took me in, her own pleasure mounting with every thrust. Beth's eyes gleamed, her fingers moving faster under her clothes, adding to the intensity. The connection between us was electric, a forbidden thrill that left me wanting more, the room charged with unspoken promises of what might come next.

I pulled back from Sarah's mouth, my cock slick with her saliva, throbbing with the need for more. Beth's eyes gleamed with that commanding fire, her voice cutting through the heavy air like a whip. 'On your hands and knees, Sarah,' she ordered, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. 'If you want my husband's cock inside you, you better beg for it like the desperate little flirt you are.' Sarah gasped, her fingers still buried in her soaked pussy, her body trembling from the edge of her last climax. She dropped to all fours on the couch, her ass high in the air, presenting herself like an offering. Her breath came in quick, ragged bursts as she looked back at me, her eyes wide and pleading. 'Please, Mark,' she whimpered, her voice shaky with raw desire. 'I've been flirting with you for months, teasing you with my eyes, my touches, dreaming about your cock stretching me out. I couldn't stop thinking about it—how you'd feel inside me, fucking me hard, making me yours.' Her words hit me like a jolt, my dick twitching at the confession. Beth smirked, circling us slowly, her hand trailing over Sarah's back. 'Go on, slut,' Beth prodded, her fingers digging into Sarah's hip. 'Tell him exactly what you want. Make it good, or he won't give it to you.' Sarah arched her back, pushing her ass toward me, her pussy glistening under the dim light. 'I want your cock inside me, Mark,' she begged, her voice breaking into a moan. 'Fuck me hard from behind, pound me until I scream. I've been so wet just thinking about it, fingering myself at night imagining you taking me. Please, I need it—fill me up, make me cum on your dick.' Her words poured out in a rush, desperate and honest, fueling the fire in my veins. I couldn't hold back any longer. Gripping her hips firmly, I positioned myself behind her, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. With one hard thrust, I buried myself deep inside her tight pussy, feeling her walls clench around me like a vice. Sarah cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure echoing in the room, her body rocking forward from the force. I started pounding her urgently, my hips slamming against her ass with each stroke, the sound of skin slapping filling the air. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' I growled, my hands digging into her flesh as I drove in deeper. Her moans grew louder, raw and uninhibited, each one spurring me on. Beth knelt beside us, her fingers teasing Sarah's clit, adding to the intensity. 'That's it, take his cock like a good little whore,' Beth murmured, her voice husky with arousal. Sarah's body shook under me, her hands gripping the couch cushions as I thrust harder, faster, feeling her pussy drip around my shaft. 'Yes, oh fuck, yes,' she cried, her voice breaking. 'Harder, Mark—don't stop.' I could feel her tightening, her orgasm building, her inner walls pulsing with every deep stroke. The room spun with the scent of sweat and sex, the heat between us electric. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, one hand wrapping around her throat lightly as I kept pounding. 'You're mine now,' I whispered roughly in her ear, feeling her shudder. Beth watched intently, her own breaths quickening, but I focused on Sarah, on the way her body yielded to me, drawing out every bit of pleasure. She was close, teetering on the edge, and I wasn't far behind, but I held on, savoring the build, knowing this was just the start of what we'd explore.

I felt Sarah's body tense beneath me as I kept thrusting into her pussy, her moans echoing in the room, but Beth wasn't done pushing limits. She stepped closer, her fingers gripping Sarah's jaw firmly, forcing her to look up. 'Enough of that, slut,' Beth said, her voice sharp and commanding, eyes locked on Sarah's wide ones. 'Now you're going to take Mark's cock in your ass. Right now.' Sarah froze, her body shuddering against mine, and I could feel her pussy clench around me in surprise. 'No, Beth, please,' she whimpered, her voice cracking as she tried to pull away, but Beth's grip held her in place. 'That's too much—I've never done that before. It's going to hurt. I can't...' Her words tumbled out in a rush, her eyes pleading with Beth, then darting to me, filled with a mix of fear and that lingering hunger. Beth's expression didn't waver; she leaned in closer, her breath hot on Sarah's face. 'If you want Mark at all, you'll take it like this,' she insisted, her tone unyielding, almost cruel in its control. 'He loves it—fucking ass, feeling that tight burn—and now you're going to give it to him on demand. Unless you want to stop right here and never feel his cock again.' Her fingers dug into Sarah's skin, making her wince, and I saw the conflict in Sarah's eyes, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of our earlier rhythm. Sarah shook her head, tears welling up, but her hips didn't stop moving against me entirely. 'Please, Beth, don't make me,' she begged, her voice breaking into a soft sob. 'I want him, I do, but not like that. It's too far—I'm not ready.' She glanced back at me, her gaze desperate, like she was hoping I'd intervene, but the truth was, the idea had my cock throbbing even harder inside her, the thought of her tight ass gripping me driving me wild. Beth's eyes narrowed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. 'Tough shit, Sarah. You're ours now, and you'll take what we give you.' She released Sarah's jaw with a shove, stepping back to watch, her own arousal evident in the way she bit her lip. Sarah hesitated, her breath coming in short gasps, but then she nodded slowly, submitting with a reluctant whisper. 'Okay... fine. Just... go slow.' Her voice was barely audible, but it was enough—the words hanging in the air like a surrender. I pulled out of her pussy, my cock slick and aching, and positioned myself behind her. Sarah stayed on her hands and knees, her ass raised high, muscles tense as she braced for what was coming. I pressed the head of my cock against her tight hole, feeling the resistance immediately, that unyielding ring of muscle. 'Relax, Sarah,' I murmured, my voice low and rough, trying to sound reassuring even as my own need surged. Slowly, I pushed forward, the tip breaching her entrance, and fuck, the sensation hit me like a wave—the hot, tight burn wrapping around me, squeezing so intensely it made my balls tighten. Sarah let out a sharp gasp, her body jerking forward, but I held her hips steady, inching in deeper. 'Oh God, it hurts,' she cried, her voice strained, but there was an undercurrent of something else—arousal, maybe, as her fingers dug into the couch. I could feel every detail: the way her ass gripped me like a vise, the heat building with each slow thrust, the slick resistance giving way bit by bit. I pushed in further, savoring the pressure, the way her body fought and then yielded, her inner walls clenching around my shaft in a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure. 'That's it, take it,' Beth encouraged from the side, her hand sliding down to tease Sarah's clit, adding another layer of sensation. Sarah moaned, a conflicted sound that echoed through the room, her body starting to tremble as I sank deeper, holding back my own urges to pound her. The burn was exquisite for me, that tight heat enveloping my cock, making every inch feel amplified, but I could tell it was overwhelming for her—her breaths ragged, her skin flushed with sweat. I thrust slowly, deliberately, feeling her adjust, her ass stretching around me until I was buried balls-deep, the depth making her gasp again. Sarah's hands clenched the cushions, her head dropping as she panted, 'Fuck, it's so much... but don't stop.' Her words surprised me, a hint of eagerness creeping in despite her reluctance, her body betraying her with subtle rocks back against me. I kept the pace steady, pulling out just a bit before sliding back in, the friction building a rhythm that had us both on edge. Beth watched intently, her fingers working Sarah's pussy, heightening the mix of sensations, and I could see Sarah's resistance fading, replaced by that greedy need she'd shown before. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies, the wet slap of skin, Sarah's muffled cries, and Beth's low murmurs of approval. I leaned over Sarah, my chest against her back, whispering in her ear, 'You're doing so good—feel how deep I am.' She shuddered, her ass tightening around me, and I knew we were just getting started, the night stretching out with more possibilities ahead.

I thrust deep into Sarah's ass, feeling the tight heat grip my cock like a vise, each inch pushing firmly until I was buried balls-deep. Her body tensed under me, a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure making her shudder. I held there for a moment, applying pressure, my hips pressed flush against her, savoring the way her inner walls clenched around me. Sarah let out a low moan, her voice breaking into a tremble as she rocked back slightly, her reluctance fading into something raw and needy. With one hand, I reached around her, grabbing her tits firmly, squeezing the soft flesh. Her nipples were hard against my palm, and I rolled one between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp. 'That's it, Sarah,' I murmured, my voice low and rough in her ear, the words laced with that erotic pull we both felt. She arched her back, pushing into my touch, her body responding despite the burn from my cock stretching her ass. I could feel her wetness dripping from her pussy, a reminder of how turned on she was, even in this vulnerable state. I gripped her hips with my other hand, steadying her as I started to move again, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in deep, not fast, just firm and controlled. Each stroke was deliberate, building a rhythm that had us both breathing heavier. Sarah's moans filled the room, her body shaking with every push, her hands clawing at the couch for support. 'Oh God, Mark,' she whimpered, her voice husky with a mix of pain and desire, 'it hurts so good—don't stop.' I held myself balls-deep once more, grinding slightly, letting the pressure build until she cried out, her ass tightening around me in waves. Beth watched from the side, her eyes gleaming with that wicked arousal, her hand slipping between her own legs to tease herself. 'Look at you, taking it like a good little slut,' she said, her tone commanding yet laced with heat, encouraging us both. Sarah's response was a soft whine, her head dropping as she pushed back against me, her body betraying her earlier pleas. I squeezed her tits harder, feeling the weight of them in my hand, my fingers digging in just enough to leave marks, heightening the sensation as I thrust again, deep and steady. The room echoed with the sounds of our bodies—wet slaps, Sarah's ragged breaths, and Beth's soft murmurs. I could feel Sarah's muscles quivering under my grip, her ass clenching rhythmically as I maintained the pace, each deep thrust drawing out longer moans from her. 'You're so tight, Sarah,' I growled, leaning closer, my chest pressing against her back, 'feel how deep I am, how perfectly you're taking me.' She nodded frantically, her voice breaking into pleas, 'Yes, Mark, fuck—it's so much, but I need it.' Her words spurred me on, the erotic tension building between us, her body rocking in response to my controlled movements. I kept the rhythm steady, my hand on her hips guiding her, ensuring every thrust hit that deep spot that made her tremble. Sarah's moans turned into desperate cries, her body shaking as waves of pleasure mixed with the burn. Beth stepped closer, her fingers tracing Sarah's thigh, adding to the overload. 'That's right, keep going,' Beth whispered, her voice full of that dominant thrill. Sarah's ass gripped me tighter, her whole body on the edge, and I held back my own release, savoring the build, knowing there was more to come in the night ahead.

I pushed Sarah forward, pressing her flat against the couch, her body yielding under my weight as I pinned her down. Her tits mashed into the cushions, and I could feel the heat of her skin against mine, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Gripping her hips hard, I thrust deeper into her ass, each stroke forceful and unrelenting, my cock stretching her tight hole with raw intensity. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure ripping from her throat, her body trembling beneath me as I drove in harder, faster, the slap of our bodies echoing in the room. Sarah's moans turned desperate, her fingers clawing at the fabric as I held her in place, my hips slamming against her ass with every punishing thrust. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' I growled, my voice rough in her ear, the words fueling the fire between us. I pulled her hips back hard, burying myself balls-deep, feeling her clench around me like a vise. Her wetness dripped down, soaking my thighs, proof of how much she craved this despite her earlier protests. I didn't hold back, pounding into her with a rhythm that made her whole body shake, her ass gripping me tighter with each deep stroke. Beth watched from the side, her eyes locked on us, her hand still working between her legs. 'That's it, Sarah, take it all,' she said, her voice dripping with that commanding heat. I could see the wicked grin on her face, her fingers moving faster as she teased her own clit. Sarah whimpered, her head turning slightly to glance at Beth, but I thrust harder, forcing her focus back to me. 'Oh God, Mark, it's too much,' she gasped, her voice breaking into a plea that only made me thrust deeper. I felt the build inside me, that urgent pressure coiling tight, and I yanked her hips flush against mine, holding her there as I unloaded deep into her ass. Hot spurts filled her, my cock pulsing with each release, and I groaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming as I ground against her, making sure every drop went as far as it could. Sarah's body shuddered violently, her own moans turning into cries of surrender, her ass clenching around me in waves that milked me dry. I stayed buried inside her, catching my breath, the room filled with the sounds of our heavy panting. Beth stepped closer, her hand trailing up Sarah's back. 'Good girl, Sarah,' she purred, her tone laced with praise and something darker. 'You took it so well, just like I knew you would.' Sarah let out a soft whine, her body still quivering from the aftershocks, but there was a hint of satisfaction in her voice as she murmured, 'Thank you... it was intense.' Beth leaned in, her fingers brushing Sarah's cheek. 'I'll call you next time Mark wants that sweet ass again,' she said, her words a promise that hung in the air, leaving a tantalizing edge of what's to come.