Sean groaned and pulled back, lips and chin slick with her arousal. Without a word, he stood, grabbed her by the hips, and rolled her over the arm of the couch in one smooth motion.

Liz let out a breathless laugh, her ass now up in the air, face hovering inches above Bex’s spread thighs. Bex looked down at her and grinned, reaching up to gently guide her closer.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Liz moaned, voice already vibrating with anticipation.

Sean stepped in behind her, guiding himself with one hand. I watched his body tense, muscles in his back flexing as he lined himself up.“Yes,” Liz gasped, voice high and unfiltered the second he sank into her.

He groaned. Deep, bassy, resonant.

Liz pushed back into him, bracing against the couch with one hand as her other hand reached down, her mouth already kissing and lapping between Bex’s legs. Bex cried out, her thighs tightening around her wife’s head.

“Jesus,” Bex groaned. “Yes Liz, fuck, god yes!”

Sean started thrusting harder, deeper and Liz took it, moaning into Bex, body rocking between them as she gave and received at the same time. The room was filled with noise now, wet sounds, breathy gasps, moans that grew sharper and less coherent with every passing second.

“Fuck, Sean!” Liz cried, her voice muffled. “Harder, right there, oh my god, yes!”

He grunted behind her, pace unrelenting.

I was watching my husband fuck my friend, while she ate her wife like a woman starved, while that wife clawed at the couch, muscles trembling, cursing beautifully into the air. Seeing Sean so into it, enjoying himself so much while balls deep in another woman was so deeply erotic I could barely breathe.

Sean’s hips were snapping forward, his cock disappearing into Liz with wet, rhythmic slaps, every thrust drawing out another raw moan from her lips. Liz was groaning into Bex’s thighs, her mouth still working, but uneven now desperate to stay focused, too overwhelmed to manage it.

Sean looked flushed, muscles tight, mouth open. I knew that look. I’d seen it too many times not to know exactly where he was.

Two maybe three more thrusts and he’d lose it.

His hands clenched tighter on Liz’s hips. His back arched. And then, he pulled out.

I blinked.

His cock, wet and glistening with Liz’s juices, throbbed in the air for a beat. Liz whimpered at the sudden emptiness, a frustrated, gasping sound, but before she could say a word, Sean dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face between her legs.

“Oh FUCK!” Liz howled.

Sean devoured her.

No teasing. No slow build. His mouth latched onto her like he was starving, tongue moving in tight, practiced circles, lips pulling, sucking, pressing. Liz collapsed forward, her cries muffled between Bex’s thighs.

Bex whimpered. Frustrated. Her hips rolled once, chasing contact that wasn’t there.

Liz was too far gone to keep going. Her moans turning into broken sobs of pleasure, the kind that only come from being so edged, so filled, so completely ruined that the orgasm hits like a wave dragging you under.

“Oh god, Sean, yes, yes, fuck yes! Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”

Liz shook, her legs trembling violently, knees buckling, as the orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, uncontrolled. Sean held her steady, tongue relentless.

I stared, stunned. Wet. Breathless.

Liz finally collapsed fully against Bex’s body, chest heaving, sweat-slick and moaning softly into the curve of her wife’s hip.

But Bex was wide-eyed, panting, aching. So close. Still unsatisfied.

And I could see in her face, that would not do.

Sean didn’t hesitate.

He crawled toward her on the floor, his hands steady as he reached for her hips and guided her round on the couch, positioning her with the kind of care that made my chest tighten. Bex’s legs parted for him without question, her head falling back against the armrest, a quiet “fuck yes” slipping from her lips as he lowered himself between her thighs.

His hands slid up the insides of her thighs, thumbs brushing teasing strokes that made her hips twitch. He kissed the crease where her thigh met her hipbone, left, then right, taking his time, building tension. He knew she’d been edged long enough to feel every second of it. She was desperate and he was teasing her. 

And then he kissed her. A full, open-mouthed kiss of her cunt. His tongue dragging upward with purpose. Bex gasped, as her hips jerked against his face.

Sean moaned into her, the sound vibrating through her body.

He started to work her with a rhythm that was deliberate and focused, tight circles with his tongue, slow pulses of suction. “Shit,” Bex groaned, her voice cracking. “Sean, Jesus, Fuck that is good!”

He shifted slightly, one hand slipping up to her stomach, then between her breasts, holding her steady as his tongue dipped lower, teased her opening, then slid back up to circle her clit again.

“Right there, right there, fuck yes!” she hissed, thighs tightening around his head.

And I sat, wine glass abandoned now, thighs pressed together, watching my husband devour my friend. Loving every second of it.

Bex’s moans were coming faster, layered with urgency. Her hips bucked against Sean’s mouth, hands tangled deep in his hair, her gorgeous abs flexing with every tremor of pleasure he pulled from her.

“God, fuck,” she gasped, hips jerking. “You’re gonna make me cum.” But then she stopped. “Wait,” she panted, voice firm.

Sean stilled.

Bex sat up, breathing hard, eyes locked on his as she tugged him by the hair not roughly, but with purpose. Her legs slid off the couch, knees landing on either side of him as she climbed down and straddled him where he knelt on the floor.

His cock, still wet with Liz’s juices, pressed between them.

She looked up. Right at me, and she smiled.

Then, with one smooth motion, Bex reached between them, took my husbands cock in her hand, and guided him to her entrance and sank down onto him.

Sean let out a groan that rumbled from his chest as his head fell back.

Bex sat flush against him now, fully seated, her hands braced on his shoulders as she rolled her hips once, slowly.

“Mmm,” she purred, “you like that don’t you?”

Sean could barely nod.

His hands came up instinctively, cupping her breasts, which were small like mine, his thumbs brushing her nipples as she began to move, hips rising and falling in a captivating rhythm.

And I was captivated. Watching Bex ride my husband, strong and sure, muscles flexing with every thrust, sweat glistening along her spine, eyes flicking to me every few seconds to make sure I saw everything?

I’d never felt so wet in my life.

Her thighs moved with powerful precision, her core tightening with every bounce as she rode Sean hard and steady. His hands roamed her lean body from her breasts, to her hips, to her ass gripping wherever he could to hold on.

Liz stirred back to life. Her hair tousled, body flushed and radiant. She moved slowly, still recovering from Sean's good work.

She came up behind Bex. Leaning down, her hand slid around her wife’s gyrating waist, her lips brushing against the nape of Bex’s neck.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” Liz whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.

She kissed her wife, lovingly, first on the neck, then the shoulder, then down, soft, open-mouthed kisses trailing over Bex’s spine as she kept riding Sean, the added sensation making her gasp and arch her back.

She kissed her way down Bex, then leaned over and kissed Sean, full on the mouth. Sean moaned into it, lost, dazed, with two beautiful women worshiping him.

Bex’s breathing was ragged now, her pace picking up. Sean was close, I knew that sound, that gasp at the top of his throat, that twitch in his thighs. He was holding on by a thread.

Bex leaned forward, her hands braced on Sean’s chest, her mouth open in a silent moan as Liz kissed behind her ear, whispering something none of us could hear.

And the pressure just kept building.

Sean’s fingers dug into Bex’s hips, hard now, “F-fuck,” he groaned. “I. Fuck. I’m close!”

“So am I,” Bex gasped, her voice cracking. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop!”

They were both right at the edge.

And I could feel it, I was nearly there myself even though I hadn’t even begun to touch myself. The sensations from watching this were so intense.

Sean’s head was tipped back, lips parted, his body was shaking with the effort of holding back, every muscle drawn tight. While Bex was straddling him, her thighs flexed, back arched, sweat glistening across her chest and down the curve of her abs. Her mouth was open but silent, eyes wide with pleasure and desire.

She started moving faster, harder, the rhythm no longer steady but urgent. Every movement now was need. Now or never. No going back.

Sean’s voice broke first.

“Oh, fuck, Bex, I’m,” he choked out, but didn’t finish the sentence.

His whole body snapped taut as he came, chest heaving, groaning so deeply it didn’t sound like him anymore. He buried himself in her, completely, holding her down against him as the release tore through him in waves.

Bex followed as she ground against his taut body and it was like watching something detonate.

Her entire body went rigid, thighs trembling, hands splayed across Sean’s back. Her breath caught, then burst out of her in a gasp that was almost a sob, her muscles locking around him as if her body refused to let him go.

“Yes,” she cried, high and wild. “Yes, yes, oh god yes!”

Her orgasm rippled through her in waves, crashing over her again and again, each aftershock leaving her more gasping. Her mouth found Liz’s again mid-cry, kissing her desperately, as the pleasure was tearing her apart.

Sean held on to her the whole time, his own body still twitching beneath hers, both of them shuddering together as the last of the tension poured out of them in slow, exhausted exhales.

It was beautiful. And I couldn’t stop watching.

Sean’s face, buried against Bex’s chest. Bex’s hand tangled in Liz’s hair. Their bodies still pressed together, locked in the final pulses of pleasure.

Liz stood slowly, her golden hair tousled. She turned to look at Sean, still kneeling on the floor with Bex against his chest, his body spent and trembling, eyes half-lidded in the haze of aftershock.

She tilted her head with a grin.

“He looks like a quivering wreck,” she said, voice light but wicked. “Which means I get to move onto you now, Katie.”

My breath caught.

I’d made that deal not expecting anyone to cash it in. And now here she was. Naked, radiant, her skin glowing in the low light, eyes locked on mine like a promise. It was one thing to have sex with Sean’s friends but it felt quite different to be considering it with Liz, who I was so close to in such a different way than I was with Sean. I also hadn’t really considered having sex with a woman. I was straight. Wasn’t I?

I was really questioning that as Liz came towards me. Every step slow, hips swaying with an unhurried confidence that made my stomach twist with something between nerves and desire. She was gorgeous. Tall. Curvy. Completely at ease in her own skin. And I was, Not.

Not experienced. Not ready. Not prepared for the way my whole body felt suddenly too hot and too exposed, even though I was still dressed.

I swallowed hard.