The party pulsed with life, a chaotic symphony of laughter, clinking glasses, and thumping bass that vibrated through the sprawling mansion. Heath wove through the crowd, the air thick with the scent of perfume and spilled liquor, his mind drifting as he aimed for his group of friends.

Then, a collision—his shoulder bumped into someone, a soft gasp breaking through the noise. He turned, and there she was: Rose, his ex-wife, her fiery red hair catching the strobe lights like a beacon. Her blue eyes after one too many drinks, widened in shock.

Their divorce hadn’t been a clash of anger, but a mutual, aching decision. They’d parted on good terms—no bitterness, just divergent ambitions pulling them to opposite corners of the world.

Back then, neither had truly wanted to let go, but they’d made the hard choice to chase their dreams: her fashion career sweeping her from city to city, his tech ventures rooting him elsewhere.

The memory still carried a sting, but seeing each other again after so long was strangely comforting. Even so, they weren’t the same people anymore.

“H-Hey, Heath… How’s it been…?” she stammered, her voice a mix of surprise and tipsy warmth.

Heath’s lips curved into a smile, memories of their past flickering like an old film reel. “It’s been interesting so far. What about you? Anything exciting in your life?”

Rose laughed, a throaty sound that cut through the din, and took a sip from her glass, the amber liquid glinting. “Oh, you know, just the usual—slaving away as a fashion designer, trying to make ends meet.”

Her gaze wandered, a playful glint returning as she leaned against the wall, her black dress hugging her curves.

“I did almost win the lottery once, but, uh, dropped the ticket down a drain.” She chuckled, clearly tickled by her own joke. “But you—why’re you here? Got tired of brooding alone?”

“I haven’t been brooding,” Heath countered, his tone teasing. “James invited me. Thought I’d see what trouble I could stir up.”

Rose tilted her head, her appraising look sending a spark through him. “James, that charmer. Well, we gonna stand here all night, or you getting a drink?” She gestured toward the bar, her glass dangling from her fingers.

“Let’s drink,” Heath said, and she smirked, setting her empty glass down with a flourish.

“Lead the way, hot stuff,” she purred, winking as she followed him, her hips swaying with effortless grace.

At the bar, she leaned forward, her cleavage spilling slightly from her dress, and the bartender slid their drinks over without a word—wine for Heath, something stronger for Rose.

Heath sipped his wine, savoring the dry bite, while Rose gulped hers, wincing at the burn. “Mmm, delicious,” she said sarcastically, then leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially.

“So, tell me, Heath—ever done something really crazy? Like, shock-the-world, out-of-your-mind wild?”

He grinned, sensing the challenge. “I’ve done some wild things. Planning to do more tonight, if I find the right person.”

Her eyebrow arched, intrigue lighting her face. “Oh? Well, you might’ve just found her.” She took another swig, eyes locked on his. “Spill—what kind of crazy are we talking?”

“You’ll eat your words when you hear this, darling,” Heath said, leaning in. “Since the divorce, I’ve been sharing girls with my friend Ray. Threesomes.”

Rose blinked, then burst into laughter, her head tilting back. “Oh, honey, you’re more fun than I thought!”

She shook her head, still chuckling. “But why share someone you’re into? And, wait—” she leaned closer, her breath warm—“you swing both ways, or just like making girls squirm?”

“Straight as an arrow,” Heath replied, unfazed. “I just love the thrill of sharing. It’s been… liberating.”

She crossed her arms, studying him. “Well, ain’t that something. Never pegged you for it. So, you hunting for a new playmate tonight?”

“Damn right,” Heath said, his voice low.

Her smirk widened, and she finished her drink, setting it down with a clink. “Well, shucks, aren’t you lucky? Looks like I’m game for some fun.”

With a wink, she slipped into the crowd, glancing back. “If you’re serious, follow me.”

Heath’s pulse quickened as he caught up to Rose. “Hey, you still good with being our girl tonight? You know Ray—my best friend from way back, was at our wedding. He knows you were my wife, so… you cool with him being around for this?”

Rose stopped, turning with a sly grin, her hand resting on his chest. “Sweetheart, I’m more than okay—I’m thrilled. Exes make the best rebounds, don’t they?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Ray knowing me just makes it hotter. Let’s find him and get this party started.”

Heath froze for a beat, his eyes widening as Rose’s words sank in. “Well, damn, Rose,” he said, a surprised laugh escaping him. “You, diving headfirst into this? Never thought I’d see the day.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, his gaze tracing her with a mix of amusement and awe. “You’ve changed, darling. The Rose I knew would’ve blushed scarlet at the thought.”

Rose tilted her head, her grin sharp and playful. “Oh, sweetheart, if the man I married can share girls after our divorce, why shouldn’t I have a little fun too?”

She stepped closer, her fingers grazing his jaw, teasing. “Seems only natural for me to indulge in some pleasure, don’t you think? Now, quit gawking and let’s track down Ray. I’m ready to make this night unforgettable.”

Heath’s lips curled into a wicked smile, his pulse racing at her brazen confidence. The air between them crackled, charged with their shared history and the thrill of crossing new lines.

He stepped closer, closing the gap, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he tested her resolve, pushing the boundaries of their playful daring.

His hand slid down, cupping her ass through her dress, feeling the firm curve. “Is this open tonight? Ray’s got a thing for it.”

Rose laughed, loud and free, wiggling her hips against his touch. “My ass is always open, especially for a guy who knows what he’s doing. If Ray’s into it, he’s in for a treat—this booty’s made for fucking.”

“I knew that, sweetie,” Heath murmured, his voice thick. “So, you up for DP if we ask?”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she leaned into him, her breath warm.  “Oh, you’re turning up the heat, huh? Of course I’ll try it.”

She licked her lips, a wicked smile spreading. “But don’t you dare hold back—I want every inch slamming into me, and I expect double the pleasure.”

Heath’s grin widened, her enthusiasm fueling his own. The thought of Rose, his ex-wife, embracing this wild side sent a thrill through him, blurring the lines between their past and this reckless present.

He lowered his voice, testing her further, emboldened by her fearless vibe.

“Bet you’ll get the best orgasm of your life,” he promised. “What if we film it? Just for us, to keep the memory.”

Rose’s grin turned devilish, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Hell yes, let’s capture it—every damn detail. I want to see how good I look stuffed by both of you.”

She paused, her gaze sharpening. “No revenge porn crap, though, got it?”

“None of that,” Heath assured. “Just your glory, raw and real.”

She relaxed, nodding. “Then I’m in. Get those close-ups—I want to see my face screaming in bliss.”

“And after,” Heath added, “some nude pics, just for us?”

Rose winked, her fingers trailing his arm. “After that? I’ll pose like a damn pin-up. Gotta show off these assets, right?”

Heath’s eyes darkened, pushing one last boundary. “We’re thinking raw, no condoms. You cool with that?”

Her grin didn’t falter. “Brave boys. I’m all for raw—feels better.” Her tone turned serious. “But you better be clean, or I’ll have your balls. Otherwise, let’s make this legendary.”

“One last thing,” Heath said, his voice low. “We want pics of your holes post-DP—cum dripping from your pussy, oozing from your ass.”

Rose’s cheeks flushed, but her eyes gleamed with raw excitement. “Fuck, that’s filthy and hot. Go ahead, capture it. I want to see how filled I am—just make damn sure you appreciate what you’re getting.”

“Oh, we will,” Heath said, his gaze flicking to Ray, who’d joined them, his eyes already locked on Rose with a hungry grin. “Ray’s gonna lose it DP’ing you, especially knowing you’re my old flame.”

Rose laughed, shaking her head. “Old flames burn brighter, don’t they?”

She glanced at Ray, waiting by a door. “Go get him—tell him what we’re cooking up. I’ll be right here.”

Heath crossed the room, his stride confident, and leaned in to murmur to Ray, whose eyes flicked to Rose with a hungry edge. Ray nodded, a slow grin spreading as he pushed off the wall and sauntered toward her, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Rose, damn,” Ray said, his voice low and warm, carrying the familiarity of years past. “You’re looking like trouble tonight. You sure you’re ready to handle both of us?”

Rose tilted her head, her grin wicked and inviting. “Ray, honey, I was born for trouble,” she teased, stepping closer, her fingers brushing his chest lightly.

“Question is, can you keep up with me? I’m not the shy bride you knew at our wedding.” Her eyes sparkled, daring him to match her energy.

“Oh, I’ve got stamina,” Ray shot back, his hand grazing her hip, testing the waters. “And I’ve been dreaming of this ass since Heath told me you were game.”

His tone was playful but laced with heat, acknowledging their history while stoking the night’s promise.

“Then let’s not waste time,” Rose purred, turning to lead the way, her hips swaying with purpose. “Come on, boys—let’s make some memories.”

They slipped into the private room, a secluded haven tucked away from the party’s chaos. The space was intimate, with a king-sized bed draped in black satin, a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.

Rose locked the door behind them, her movements deliberate, her dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. She turned, leaning against the door, her blue eyes glinting with mischief as she surveyed Heath and Ray.

“Well, boys, here we are,” she purred, patting the bed’s edge, her voice a seductive whisper laced with promise. “Why don’t we get comfortable?”

Ray stepped closer, his grin wide and teasing, his shirt already unbuttoned halfway to reveal a glimpse of toned chest.

“Comfortable, huh? You’re making it hard to think straight, Rose,” he said, his voice warm with familiarity. “Still can’t believe you’re down for this—Heath’s one lucky bastard to have had you.”

Rose laughed, low and throaty, sauntering toward him. “Oh, Ray, flattery gets you everywhere,” she teased, her fingers trailing along his collar. “But let’s be real—I’m the lucky one tonight, with two fine men ready to make me scream.”

She glanced at Heath, her ex-husband’s gaze locked on her, his lips curled in a knowing smirk. “Right, Heath? You gonna show me what I’ve been missing?”

“Damn right, darling,” Heath replied, his voice husky as he closed the distance, his hands itching to touch her. “But first, let’s lose some layers—make this fair.”

He tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal a lean, muscled torso, his skin catching the lamplight. Ray followed suit, shedding his shirt and kicking off his shoes, his jeans hanging low on his hips.

Rose bit her lip, her pulse quickening at the sight of them—Heath’s familiar frame, Ray’s broader build. “Mmm, now that’s a view,” she murmured, her hands moving to the zipper of her dress.

She slid it down slowly, teasingly, letting the fabric pool at her feet to reveal bare skin—no bra, just a black lace thong that barely covered her. She twirled, giving them a full view of her voluptuous figure, her breasts full and pert, her hips flaring invitingly.

“Your turn, boys—don’t keep me waiting.”

Heath chuckled, unbuckling his belt with a clink, his eyes never leaving her. “Pushy, aren’t you? Love that about you.”

His jeans hit the floor, leaving him in tight black boxers that did little to hide his growing arousal. Ray matched him, stripping down to briefs, his own excitement evident as he stepped closer to Rose, his hands hovering near her waist.

“Ready for this, boys?” Rose teased, biting her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached out, one hand grazing Heath’s chest, the other brushing Ray’s arm, pulling them closer. “Let’s see if you can handle me.”

Ray didn’t hesitate, pulling her in for a brief but searing kiss, his lips firm against hers before he spun her, pressing her ass against his groin.

Rose moaned softly, grinding back, feeling his hardness through the thin fabric of his briefs.

“Fuck, Rose,” Ray growled, his hands rubbing her clit hidden by the thin fabric of her thong. “This is even better than I imagined.”

Heath stepped forward, claiming her mouth in a deeper kiss, his hand tangling in her red hair, the other roaming her curves, squeezing her breast through the lace of her thong.

“This is gonna be quite an evening,” Rose panted, breaking the kiss, her body already alight with desire.

The air crackled with anticipation as Rose stood between Heath and Ray, her skin tingling from their earlier touches. Heath’s kisses lingered on her neck, warm and teasing, while Ray’s hands on her hips held her steady, his body pressed close behind her.

She could feel the hard outline of Ray’s cock through his briefs, nudging against her ass, a promise of what was to come. Her heart raced, the thrill of their shared history and this bold new territory setting her nerves alight.

“God, you two are trouble,” Rose said, her voice low and playful, glancing over her shoulder at Ray before locking eyes with Heath.

She swayed her hips slightly, grinding back against Ray, drawing a low groan from him. “You gonna keep teasing me, or are we taking this to the next level?”

Ray chuckled, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned in, his hands sliding up to her waist, fingers brushing the bare skin just above her thong.

“Teasing’s half the fun, Rose,” he murmured, his lips grazing her shoulder. “But I’m dying to see you lose control.”

His cock twitched against her through the fabric, and she shivered, the friction sending a jolt of heat through her core.

Heath smirked, stepping closer to cup her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip. “Oh, we’re just getting started, darling,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

He leaned in, kissing her slow and deep, his tongue exploring her mouth as his free hand skimmed down her side, tugging gently at the lace of her thong. “Let’s get this off you—show us everything.”

Rose broke the kiss with a gasp, her cheeks flushed as she hooked her thumbs into her thong, sliding it down her thighs with a playful wiggle. The lace fell to the floor, leaving her bare before them, her skin prickling in the cool air.

“Your move,” she challenged, her voice dripping with anticipation, her eyes darting between Heath’s hungry gaze and Ray’s heated stare over her shoulder.

For a moment, neither man touched her, the air thick with tension as they drank in the sight of her—breasts full and pert, hips flaring invitingly, her pussy glistening with arousal. Then, as if drawn by an unspoken signal, Heath and Ray moved in unison, dropping to their knees before her, their eyes locked on her with raw hunger.

Heath positioned himself in front, his hands hovering near her thighs but not yet touching, while Ray shuffled behind, his breath warm against the curve of her ass.

“Fuck, Rose, you’re still a goddess,” Heath murmured, his voice rough with desire as he leaned closer, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her navel.

He trailed soft kisses downward, teasingly slow, until his mouth hovered over her pussy, his warm breath sending shivers through her core.

At the same time, Ray’s hands finally grazed her hips, light and reverent, before he parted her cheeks gently, his lips pressing a tentative kiss to the tender skin of her ass.

Rose gasped, her body igniting as both men began their work. Heath’s tongue flicked out, tracing her slick folds with deliberate strokes, lapping at her clit with a rhythm that made her knees tremble. Behind her, Ray grew bolder, his tongue circling her tight hole, teasing and probing with a slow, sensual precision that sent electric jolts up her spine.

She moaned, loud and unrestrained, her hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in Heath’s hair, while her hips rocked slightly, caught between the dual sensations.

“God, you two,” she panted, her voice thick with pleasure, her heart pounding as she stood rooted between them.

The contrast was intoxicating—Heath’s firm, insistent licks at her pussy, coaxing her clit to throb with need, and Ray’s softer, exploratory swirls at her ass, each movement pushing her closer to the edge. Her skin prickled with goosebumps.

The dual assault was overwhelming, her body teetering on the brink, but she craved more—wanted to feel them inside her, to take control of this wild night.

As if sensing her need, Heath pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with her arousal, his eyes dark with lust. He stayed on his knees, catching his breath, while Ray followed suit, easing off to press a final kiss to her ass before leaning back.

Rose stood there, chest heaving, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her blue eyes blazing as she looked down at them. “You boys trying to make me come already?” she teased, her voice husky but playful, a wicked grin curling her lips. “I’m not that easy.”

Heath chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never leaving her. “Oh, darling, we’re just warming you up,” he said, his voice low and rough, thick with the familiarity of their past.

He rose slowly, his lean frame towering as he stepped closer, his boxers tented with his obvious arousal. “But I know you—you want to run this show, don’t you?”

“Damn right,” Rose shot back, her grin widening as she tossed her red hair over her shoulder, her confidence unshaken.

“You’re calling the shots, but I’m ready for whatever you’ve got,” Ray said.

Rose bit her lip, her pulse racing at the sight of them—Heath’s familiar intensity, Ray’s eager energy—both men waiting for her lead. She wanted them both, wanted to feel the thrill of this night, but first, she’d take Heath, her ex, and set the pace.

“Alright, boys, let’s move this to the bed,” she purred, her voice a seductive command as she sauntered toward the mattress, her hips swaying with deliberate allure.

She climbed onto the sheets, the cool fabric a stark contrast to her heated skin, and knelt in the center, beckoning them with a crooked finger.

“But first, lose the rest of those clothes. I want to see everything.”

Heath’s smirk was pure mischief as he hooked his thumbs into his boxers, sliding them down to reveal his throbbing cock, already glistening with pre-cum.

He kicked the fabric aside, his lean muscles flexing as he joined her on the bed, his eyes locked on hers. Ray followed, stripping off his briefs to expose his own length.

“Fuck, you two are a sight,” Rose murmured, her gaze flicking between Heath’s familiar length and Ray’s impressive girth, her pussy clenching at the thought of what was coming.

She shifted on her knees, and fixed Heath with a wicked grin and sultry stare. With a slow, deliberate curl of her fingers, she signaled him to join her.

“You’re first, Heath,” she said, her voice dripping with intent. “Lie back for me—let’s see if you still know how to make me scream.”

Heath obeyed, his eyes dark with desire as he climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his back, his cock standing rigid against his stomach.

Rose straddled his hips, her slick folds hovering just above him, her hands splaying lightly across his chest to steady herself.

Ray stood close by her side, his cock hard and ready, brushing lightly against cheek as he positioned himself, heat radiating from him.

His hand rested on her shoulder, firm but patient, his voice a low growl.

“I’m right here, Rose, ready to fill that pretty mouth when you’re ready. Gonna make sure you feel every inch of us.”

Rose laughed, a throaty sound that filled the room, her confidence soaring as she held both men’s attention.

“Oh, Ray, you’ll get your turn,” she promised, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned down to kiss Heath, her lips brushing his in a slow, teasing dance.

Her breasts grazed his chest, nipples hardening at the contact, and she felt his cock twitch beneath her, eager for her.

Ray chuckled, stepping back slightly to stand at the side of the bed, his gaze fixed on her.

“Fair enough,” he said, his voice thick with amusement and hunger as he watched, his hand lazily stroking himself, content to let her set the pace for now.

She pulled back, grinning down at Heath, relishing the power in her position.

“Like what you see?” she teased, grinding her slick folds against his tip, drawing a deep groan from his lips. Her movements were deliberate, coating him with her arousal, her clit throbbing as she teased Heath.

“Goddamn, Rose,” Heath growled, his hands gripping her thighs, his restraint fraying. “You’re gonna kill me if you don’t—”

Without waiting, she sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. The sensation was electric, a delicious fullness that made her gasp, her walls clenching around him instinctively.

She began to move, slow at first, her hips rolling in languid circles, savoring every thrust. Her breasts bounced with each motion, nipples hardening in the cool air, and Heath’s hands tightened on her thighs, urging her on.

As Rose rode Heath, her hips rolling with a rhythm that drew low groans from his lips, Ray stepped back, his eyes glinting with a mix of hunger and purpose.

Without a word, he reached into a sleek black case he’d discreetly brought into the room earlier, pulling out a compact, high-tech drone no larger than a dinner plate.

Its matte black surface gleamed faintly under the lamplight, equipped with multiple tiny cameras and sensors designed for one thing: capturing every angle of intimate moments with cinematic precision.

Sex drones, the latest trend in high-end amateur porn, were programmed to autonomously record in exquisite detail, weaving through the air to frame every curve, thrust, and moan in flawless 4K.

Ray activated the device with a quick tap on his phone, the drone’s propellers humming softly as it lifted off, its AI kicking in to map the room and lock onto the action.

It hovered silently, darting with smooth precision to capture Rose’s arched back, the sway of her breasts, and the slick glide of Heath’s cock as she moved.

The drone adjusted dynamically, zooming in on her parted lips as she gasped, then pulling back to frame the full scene—her body grinding against Heath’s, their skin flushed and glistening.

Neither Rose nor Heath flinched; they’d already agreed to immortalize this night, and the drone’s presence only heightened the thrill, its lenses promising a private masterpiece for their eyes alone.

Rose, lost in the rhythm, tossed her hair and glanced at Ray, her blue eyes catching the drone’s faint glow. A wicked smile curved her lips—she knew it was rolling, and it fuelled her performance.

She leaned forward, her hands braced on Heath’s chest, giving the drone a perfect view of her ass as she rocked harder, her moans growing louder. “Fuck, Heath,” she purred, her voice thick with pleasure, “you feel so good.”

The drone dipped lower, capturing the way her pussy clenched around him, every detail raw and vivid.

Ray, still stroking himself slowly, watched the drone work its magic, his grin widening as it swooped to catch a close-up of Rose’s face, her eyes half-lidded with ecstasy.

He stepped closer, ready to rejoin, his cock brushing her cheek again as he murmured, “You’re a fucking star, Rose. Let’s give that drone something to remember.”

The night was just beginning, and with the drone weaving through the air, every moment of their reckless reunion would be etched in perfect, filthy detail.

She glanced over her shoulder at Ray, her grin wicked as she wiggled her ass, the plump cheeks an irresistible invitation.

“Go on, don’t keep me waiting,” she purred, her voice thick with anticipation.

Still riding Heath, her pussy clenching with every roll of her hips, the thought of Ray joining them sent a thrill through her core, a delicious mix of nerves and craving.

This was new, uncharted—a leap she was eager to take, her body humming with the promise of being claimed so completely.

Ray’s fingers, slick with lube, explored her back entrance, circling her tight hole with slow, teasing precision.

“Look at you, Rose, already begging for it,” he murmured, his voice a low taunt that made her cheeks flush.

She groaned, the cool sensation of the lube contrasting with the fire of Heath inside her. Ray’s touch was deliberate, stretching her gently, one finger then two, preparing her with care that belied his teasing words.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried, clutching Heath’s shoulders, her body tensing at the intrusion.

The dual sensations—Heath’s cock filling her pussy, Ray’s fingers probing her ass—were overwhelming, a prelude to the intensity she craved.

The drone shifted, its AI adjusting to capture the new dynamic, zooming in on Rose’s flushed face as she gasped, then panning to Ray’s focused expression as he worked her open. It hovered lower, framing the curve of her ass as Ray aligned his cock, thick and pulsing, with her entrance. Rose bit her lip, bracing herself.

“Gonna make you scream, darlin’,” Ray teased, the tip pressing against her, a slow, burning stretch that stole her breath.

She whimpered softly, the pain sharp and searing at first. “I’m ready,” she moaned, relaxing every muscle, and Ray slid in, inch by inch.

The ache melted into pleasure, her body adjusting to the impossible fullness, and she gasped when his hips pressed flush against her ass, his cock buried deep.

“Now we’re really having fun,” she panted, her voice raw, her senses consumed by the two men inside her.

Rose’s expression was pure bliss, her blue eyes half-lidded, glazed with lust. Her lips parted, low moans escaping with each breath, her body trembling from the intensity.

She felt utterly claimed, caught between Heath and Ray, their cocks stretching her to her limits—Heath’s length stroking her pussy’s sensitive walls, Ray’s thickness filling her ass with a primal ache.

For a moment, they held still, letting Rose adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being fully stuffed, her body a taut wire of pleasure.

Heath’s hands tightened on her thighs, his eyes locked on her face, drinking in her ecstasy.

Ray’s breath was ragged against her shoulder, his fingers flexing on her hips, grounding her between them.

Then, as if by some unspoken cue, they began to move, their rhythms syncing in a slow, deliberate dance that sent shockwaves through her core.

Heath thrust upward, his cock sliding deep into her pussy, hitting that sweet spot that made her gasp, her walls clenching around him with every stroke.

His movements were steady, powerful, each push rocking her forward, her breasts swaying as she braced herself against his chest.

Ray matched him, pulling back slightly before thrusting into her ass, his thick length stretching her with a delicious burn that blended pain and pleasure.

His pace was slower at first, careful, letting her body guide him, but each thrust grew bolder, filling her completely as his hips pressed flush against her cheeks.

The camera adjusted seamlessly, darting to a high angle to capture the full tableau—Rose sandwiched between them, her body rocking with their thrusts, her moans a raw symphony.

It zoomed in on the point where Ray’s cock disappeared into her ass, then panned to Heath’s face, full of arousal, his eyes dark and hungry as he drank in the sight of her pinned between him and his friend.

Inside, Rose’s mind swirled with more than just pleasure. Being with Heath like this—raw, uninhibited—felt like peeling back years of distance.

His familiar touch, the way his eyes locked onto hers, stirred memories of their marriage, but this was different, freer. With Ray’s cock claiming her too, it was as if she was rewriting their story, not as lovers bound by vows, but as equals chasing ecstasy.

The thought made her heart race—part guilt, part liberation. She wasn’t just fucking her ex; she was rediscovering herself, her desires, in the heat of their shared intensity, and it felt like coming alive again.

Her movements were a sensual dance, rocking back and forth to meet their thrusts. She ground against Heath with force, drawing guttural moans from him, while Ray’s cock slid in and out of her ass, filling her completely.

Her breasts swayed, as she leaned back toward Ray, each thrust pushing her closer to ecstasy ecstasy. Her eyes locked onto Heath’s, a silent connection that grounded her even as she lost herself in the pleasure.

“Keep up, Rose,” Ray teased, his voice rough with desire, “or I’ll have to spank that pretty ass.”

She laughed breathlessly, the playful challenge spurring her to move faster, her body a conduit for their shared hunger.

“Babe, you like it, don’t you?” Heath growled, and Rose laughed, her sarcasm laced with truth.

“Love it,” she shot back, her voice a sultry taunt.

She pushed back against Ray, grinding deeper onto Heath, taking control.

“Think you can handle more?” she challenged, and without waiting, she intensified her movements, her holes clenching around them both.

Ray’s fingers dug into her hips, a low chuckle escaping him. “Fuck, you’re a wild one,” he said, leaning forward to nip at her shoulder, the sharp bite sending a jolt through her, amplifying the pleasure of his thrusts.

The DP grew brutal, their thrusts harder, faster, a turbulent assault that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Rose’s body shuddered, her breasts jiggling wildly, sweat glistening on her skin like a second sheen. She dug her nails into Heath’s chest, urging him on, her moans escalating into desperate cries.

“Please, don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking, the edge of oblivion tantalizingly close.

Ray’s pace quickened, his cock plunging deeper into her ass, and he growled, “Come for us, Rose—show us how much you love this.” His words, laced with that teasing edge, pushed her further, her body trembling with the need for release.

Her holes were a study in contrasts—her pussy, slick and swollen, hugged Heath’s cock tightly, the friction igniting sparks with every thrust.

Her ass, stretched wide by Ray’s thickness, burned with a delicious ache, each stroke hitting deeper, more primal spots.

Both cocks moved in tandem, stretching her to the brink, her walls clenching and unclenching rhythmically, milking them for all they were worth.

The lewd sounds—wet slaps, her breathless moans, their grunts—filled the room, a symphony of raw desire.

Rose’s vision blurred, her senses narrowing to the points of connection, the heat and pressure overwhelming.

Ray pushed her down onto Heath, pinning her against his chest, and fucked her ass with unrelenting force. Heath’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, her breasts pressed against him as Ray’s cock plunged deep.

“This is perfect,” she gasped.

At the peak, Ray leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Time to scream, gorgeous,” he teased, delivering a sharp thrust that hit a new angle, sending a shockwave through her core.

The intensity overwhelmed her, her thoughts dissolving into pure sensation, every nerve alight with pleasure.

“Babe, your holes are fucking tight,” Heath groaned, and Rose laughed, pride swelling.

“That’s ‘cause I’m a tight fucking goddess,” she panted, grinding back against Ray. “You’re stretching me out so good.”

Her body quaked, both cocks molding her to their will, her pussy and ass clenching instinctively.

“Of all the girls we’ve shared, you’re the best,” Heath said, and Rose grinned, her enthusiasm surging. “I’ll live up to that,” she whispered, rocking harder, chasing the high.

As the relentless rhythm of their thrusts drove her higher, Rose’s holes pulsed around their cocks, her clenching muscles pushing Heath and Ray to their limits. “I’m gonna cum again,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea, her head thrown back.

The pleasure surged, a tidal wave cresting within her, her body quivering with the raw force of it. When it broke, her orgasm was cataclysmic, a raw scream ripping from her throat as her pussy and ass clamped down, her juices gushing in a torrential rush, drenching Heath and soaking the sheets beneath.

She rode the waves, lost in bliss, her body theirs to command, Ray’s teasing “That’s it, Rose, let it all out” echoing in her ears as she surrendered completely.

The camera swooped closer, its lenses catching every detail—Rose’s trembling thighs, the slick sheen of her arousal coating Heath, the flush of her skin as she came undone.

It darted to her face, capturing the raw ecstasy in her half-lidded eyes, her lips parted in a silent scream, then panned to the point of connection, where both men filled her, their cocks glistening with her release.

Rose’s climax tightened her holes, pushing Heath and Ray to the edge. Heath’s breaths turned sharp, his hips bucking, his cock swelling in her pussy.

“Fuck, Rose, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, eyes blazing with lust. His thrusts grew frantic, and with a guttural moan, he thrust hard, cum surging into her pussy, warm and thick, his body shaking as he held her close.

“Rose, fuck,” he gasped, his release flooding her core, her walls quivering in response.

Ray, caught in the grip of her pulsing ass, lost his last shred of control. “Get ready, gorgeous,” he growled.

He slammed into her with a final, punishing thrust, his cock throbbing as he unleashed a torrent of cum, each searing pulse filling her ass with heat.

His hand rested on her shoulder, steadying her, while Heath’s hands cupped her tits, fingers brushing her hardened nipples. The camera drone, still weaving silently, locked onto Rose, capturing the flush of her skin, the quiver of her curves as Ray’s cum filled her, her body trembling under his touch.

It zoomed in on her parted lips, her half-lidded eyes glazed with bliss, then panned to her arched back, showcasing the raw intensity of the moment.

“Holy shit, you’re unreal,” he rasped, his hands bruising her hips, his breath hot and uneven against her sweat-slicked neck as he shuddered through his release, his teasing giving way to awe at her intensity.

Rose collapsed onto Heath, her body slick with sweat, her holes pulsing from the intensity. Ray and Heath slowed, their cocks still inside her, savoring the moment before pulling out. She moaned at the emptiness, her pussy and ass tender but gloriously sated.

“Fuck, you ain’t kidding,” she panted, her voice hoarse, her blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Cum dripped from her pussy, oozing from her gaping asshole, pooling on the sheets below—a testament to their raw, wild night.

Cum dripped from her pussy, oozing from her gaping asshole, pooling on the sheets below—a testament to their raw debauchery night.

The drone shifted, circling to frame Rose’s spent form, capturing the slow trickle of cum from her holes, the sheen of sweat on her flushed skin, and the satisfied curve of her lips.

It lingered on her, etching every detail of her post-climax glow, then pulled back to a wider angle, preserving the intimacy of the moment as the three caught their breath.

Ray reached for his phone, tapping to shut off the drone, its soft hum fading as it gently landed back in its case.

Heath, still catching his breath, grabbed his mobile from the bedside table, switching to camera mode with a grin.

“Time to capture your glory, darling,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

Rose, her body still tingling, sat up with a sultry smirk, her exhaustion giving way to playful confidence.

“Let’s make it a show,” she purred, spreading her legs to reveal her swollen pussy, cum glistening on her folds.

She leaned back, tilting her hips to showcase her asshole, still open, cum trickling out in slow, decadent drops.

Heath angled the phone, snapping shots that caught every detail—her flushed skin, heaving breasts, and the raw evidence of their pleasure.

Rose struck poses, one hand cupping her breast, the other trailing through the mess between her thighs, her blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Get those close-ups,” she teased, her voice husky, and Heath obliged, zooming in on her cum-slicked holes, her blissful expression.

Ray joined in, grabbing his own phone to snap stills, capturing her in various states—spread wide, on all fours, her ass raised high.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” Ray murmured, and Rose laughed, reveling in the attention.

They took a group selfie, Rose nestled between them, her face radiant despite the sweat and cum. “So, you’re our wild girl from now on?” Heath asked, his tone half-teasing, half-serious.

Rose’s eyes sparkled, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Oh, I’m in—whenever you boys want to stretch me out again.”

She kissed Ray, then Heath, sealing the deal with a promise of more.

The camera stopped rolling, and the room fell quiet, save for their heavy breathing. Rose lay back on the bed, her body spent but glowing with fulfillment.

Heath and Ray flanked her, their hands gentle now, tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The air felt different—less frenzied, more intimate, as if the night had stripped away old wounds and left something new in their place.

“Never thought I’d see you like this,” Heath admitted, his voice soft, his fingers brushing her hair.

Rose turned to him, her expression unguarded. “Me neither. But… I don’t regret it.”

She glanced at Ray, who nodded, his usual bravado softened. “You’re something else, Rose. Thanks for trusting us.”

She smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest. “It’s not just trust—it’s us, reconnecting in our own fucked-up way.”

She laughed. “Let’s keep this memory ours, okay? No regrets, just… possibilities.”

They stayed like that, tangled together. Rose felt a spark of hope—not for rekindling their marriage, but for a new kind of bond, one built on raw honesty and shared desire.

As dawn crept through the curtains, Rose suggested a shower, her voice soft but teasing. “Care to join me, boys? I’m not done with you yet.”

In the bathroom, steam rose from the glass-walled shower, the warm water cascading over their bodies as they stepped in together.

Rose stood between them, her skin slick as Heath’s hands roamed her back, Ray’s fingers tracing her hips.

They washed away the night’s excesses, but the touches lingered, playful and tender, a silent promise of more nights to come. As they dried off, wrapped in towels, Rose caught their reflections in the mirror—three people changed by the night, bound by a secret they’d carry forever.

“Next weekend?” she asked, her grin mischievous.

Heath and Ray exchanged a look, nodding. “Next weekend,” they agreed, and Rose knew this was only the beginning.