The morning sun was a stark contrast to the storm inside April’s head. It painted the patio in cheerful, golden light, glinting off the now-still surface of the pool. She found Vicky exactly where she expected—lounging with a mimosa, looking utterly pleased with the world, a satisfied cat who had not only found the cream but had spilled it everywhere for the fun of it.
April did not sit. She stood over her sister, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a defensive posture that felt as flimsy as tissue paper. The memory of the previous night—of Mark’s weight, his release, her own shattering climax—was a fresh brand on her mind. And underneath it all, the ghost of a stranger’s face.
April’s throat tightened as she forced out the words. “I think you know why I’m here.”
Vicky took a slow sip, her eyes crinkling with amusement over the rim of the glass. “Good morning to you, too, sunshine. You look… shall we say… well-rested.”
“Cut the crap, Vicky.” April’s voice was low, sharp. “Last night. At the bar. What the hell were you doing?”
“Having a drink?” Vicky offered innocently, setting her glass down with a soft click.
“I believe you were, too. That is… Until you switched to having a sexual fantasy. I saw the look on your face, April. You weren’t just having a cocktail. You were having him in your mind.”
A hot flush crept up April’s neck. “You… You put those thoughts in my head. You were whispering… those—those things…”
“I was just talking,” Vicky purred, shifting on her deck chair. She looked up at April, her gaze knowing and infuriatingly calm. “The images you saw were all you, dear sister. I just provided the soundtrack. And oh, what a vivid imagination you have. I could practically feel the heat that was coming off you.”
“Stop it,” April hissed, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “I am not like you. I don’t… I don’t get off on manipulating people. On seducing my sister’s husband.”
Vicky’s smirk didn’t falter. It widened. “Aren’t you? You seem to have enjoyed the show by the pool well enough. And from the sounds that were coming from your room last night, Mark certainly enjoyed the encore performance. You can’t blame that on me.”
The air left April’s lungs. She’d heard them. Of course, she had. The walls weren’t that thick. The shame was immediate and scalding, but it was quickly chased by a spike of defiant anger. “That is between my husband and me. It has nothing to do with you.”
“It has everything to do with me,” Vicky countered, her voice dropping, losing its playful edge and becoming something harder, sharper. “I’m the one who gave you the spark. I’m the one who showed you what you’re really capable of.”
“Ohhh…. maybe you can lie to your husband, April,” Vick barked. “You can even lie to yourself. But don’t you dare try to lie to me. I see you. The real you!”
“I saw the way your body betrayed you on the lounge chair. I saw the hunger in your eyes for that man at the bar. Face it, sis, you’re a tightly wound spring, and I’m the only one who knows how to unwind it.“
April wanted to scream. She wanted to deny it, to assert her own identity as the good wife, the stable one, the sane one. But the denials stuck in her throat, choked by the visceral memory of her own pulsing arousal, the phantom feel of a stranger’s hands on her skin—a fantasy born entirely from Vicky’s wicked narration.
“You’re wrong,” she forced out, the words brittle. “It was a… A moment of weakness. A mistake. It certainly won’t happen again.”
“And you!” she shouted. “You will stay away from Mark! Got it!”
Vicky leaned back, a picture of feigned contrition. She held up her hands in a placating gesture. “Fine, fine. No more seducing your dear, devoted Mark.”
The promise was smooth as silk and just as insincere. Her eyes, however, told a different story. They scanned April’s tense form, from her tightly crossed arms to the nervous tap of her foot, and they glinted with absolute certainty.
April didn’t say another word as she walked away, but she could feel Vicky’s eyes burning into the back of her neck.
You’re so close to the edge, April, Vicky thought. You can’t keep pretending. I know you’re dying to feel what it’s like to let go. To just give in to that lust you’re feeling. And I’m going to make sure you do.”
****
The loud Reggae music pulsed through the beach party like a heartbeat, vibrating up through the sand beneath their bare feet. Golden light flickered from the tiki torches, washing over the writhing, sweat-slick bodies. Laughter broke out, mouths thrown open, white teeth flashing bright in the night.
Mark’s fingers tightened around his beer bottle, condensation running between his knuckles while the heat of another kind built in his core.
April stood to his left, her short floral dress billowing then clinging as the sea breeze played across her body, her hips swaying slightly to the beat, face serene.
To his right stood Vicky, the top buttons of her crisp white shirt undone, her black mini skirt barely covering the upper portions of her thighs as she surveyed the crowd with the focused attention of a lioness selecting her prey.
Vicky spotted them before anyone else did—the same two men from the tiki bar.
The taller one, with hair bleached blonde from the sun, kept stealing glances at April. His friend, darker and leaner, stood beside him with the same hungry look.
Their eyes traveled over the twins’ bodies with unconcealed desire, as if mentally undressing the matched set of blondes.
The corners of Vicky’s mouth lifted as the plan crystallized in her mind. “Perfect.”
She excused herself with a whisper, melting into the crowd and reappearing beside the two men.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked, her voice a playful challenge.
They turned, their grins widening without a hint of shame. “How could we not?” the darker of the two said with a charming shrug.
Vicky’s lips curved into a smile as she leaned closer to them. “Aww, that’s so sweet of you to notice, but I’m afraid I’m spoken for.” She lied, tilting her head toward Mark, who stood oblivious, his eyes fixated on April. “See that man there? That’s my husband.”
She traced a finger along the rim of her glass. “Now my sister April, on the other hand…”
The taller man nodded, recognition flickering in his eyes. “Was she the one who disappeared at the tiki bar before I could buy her a drink?”
“Yes, that was her, and she is very… shall I say shy?” Vicky said, her voice low, as her eyes flicked over to her sister before looking back at them. “I think what she really needs is to… open up. Have a real good time. You know, let her hair down.”
She saw how the men were looking at April now and said, “So… I was thinking. Maybe you two could help with that? You know. Dance with her. Get a little… hands-on. Perhaps, show her what it feels like to let go for once.”
The men shared a glance—a flash of wicked delight, an unspoken agreement sparking in their eyes. They nodded, silent and sure, their mission received and understood.
“Fabulous,” Vick said, hustling them toward April and Mark, barely pausing for the tide of partygoers as her heels flicked up sand with every step.
“April, Mark, these are our new friends, this is…” she paused, realizing she never did catch their names.
“Hi, I’m Leo,” the tall blonde stud said. “And this is Mateo!”
April felt a chill running up her spine as she shook Leo’s hand. His palm was so warm and big, and April couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers curled around hers, almost possessively.
Oh god… She thought as her cheeks burned. For a second, she couldn’t even look at Mark, afraid he’d see the flush on her face and somehow know what she was thinking, what she wanted.
No, not what she wanted… what Vicky wanted for her. That wasn’t the same.
But then Leo’s blue eyes locked on hers, and there was this hungry, probing look, and her body… oooh, her body was already betraying her.
“Hey there,” she replied as she forced herself to break away from his grip.
Suddenly, Mateo moved closer, so close that April could feel his breath on her neck.
“So what are everyone drinking?” His voice was deep, almost a growl, and April felt a shiver run all the way down to her toes.
She tried to answer, but she stammered, “Um, I think… I’m just having white wine.”
“Wine?” Leo said. “You need to live it up a little. Why don’t I order us some tequila shots for the table?” Leo grinned, his gaze latched back on April. “You down for that, sweetheart?”
April hesitated, her mouth suddenly dry. She glanced at Mark, but he was distracted, scanning the crowd, oblivious to the tension crackling between them.
The last time tequila shots were involved, she’d found her sister straddling her husband, both of them naked and moaning. The memory flashed hot and sharp behind her eyes.
“I… I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, but Vicky chimed in, “Oh, don’t be such a prude, sis. It’s just a little tequila. I mean… come on, you are on vacation, you know.”
Vicky’s voice was syrupy sweet, but April heard the steel underneath. She felt the men’s eyes on her… Leo’s hungry blue gaze was glued to her breasts. He didn’t even bother to hide it.
April felt the burn of it all over her skin, her nipples hardening instantly under her dress, and she was so aware, so shamefully, painfully aware of how moist she was getting just from being looked at.
“Alright, but only a couple,” April said, her voice barely more than a whisper. She tried to ignore the way Leo’s grin widened, that wolfish glint in his eyes as he waved down a passing server.
Suddenly, a little tray appeared, six shot glasses lined up like ammunition. Vicky snatched two and slammed them down in front of April and Mark, her eyes never leaving April’s face.
There was this hungry, expectant glimmer in Vicky’s gaze, like she was already imagining what’d happen next.
Leo and Mateo grabbed the other shots, and unexpectedly, all four of them were standing so close their arms were practically touching.
April could feel the heat of both men, Leo in front and Mateo behind, and her pulse was pounding so hard she was sure Mark must hear it.
The group settled into a laid-back rhythm, laughter bubbling up and spilling over as the music kicked up a notch.
April felt like she was floating, her mind reeling as Leo’s jeans scraped roughly against the bare skin of her thigh. Every little movement sent a jolt through her, the coarse fabric dragging across her soft flesh and making it impossible to think about anything else.
Oh… oh no… It’s happening again, she thought just as she felt Mark’s hand come to rest at her lower back, possessive, and that only made the forbidden tension coil tighter inside her.
“Want to dance?” he asked, and she nodded, taking his hand.
As Mark guided her onto the floor, April felt every eye on her, but especially those of Leo and Mateo, burning holes through the thin fabric of her dress. The music pounded, and the beat vibrated up through her bare feet, but it was nothing compared to the insistent throb between her thighs.
Mark pulled her in close, his hand hot on her hip, and for a moment, it was just them, moving together. Safe. Familiar.
Only April felt the heat of another body against her back, Leo’s fingers sliding around her waist. Her body stiffened, the muscles in her back going tight, and she flicked a glance at Mark. But Mark wasn’t watching; Vicky was already there, twining around him, turning him away.
“Dance with me now,” Vicky said, steering Mark off in a new direction while Leo spun her round to face him.
April gasped as Leo’s hands were on her waist again, hot and hard, and he pulled her in so close her breasts crushed against his broad chest. The music pounded, bodies all around them, but for a second, all she could hear was the wild thudding of her own heart.
This is… this is crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m happily married, she thought. But I can’t help it. My god, I… I want this. I want them looking at me, touching me.
Leo’s eyes were on her lips, and then his mouth was at her ear, and she felt the scrape of his stubble and the heat of his breath, and it sent a jolt right through her.
“You look sooo fucking amazing,” he whispered into her ear, his hands holding her so tight she could barely move.
April couldn’t even breathe. His body was pressed against her, his cock already hard and grinding shamelessly into her belly, and everyone was watching, but no one was stopping them.
Oh fuck… she thought as she felt the heat flooding between her thighs, the wetness soaking her panties, and she wasn’t even pretending to resist as Leo started moving her to the beat, rocking her against him.
It’s like her body’s running on autopilot now, her hips shifting as she chases every flicker of heat building deep inside her. It’s all fire, all pressure, and the ache throbbing between her legs is so tight and desperate it’s almost too much to bear.
Leo pulled her tighter, grinding against her, his erection so obvious, so demanding, and she couldn’t help but press right back, her body melting into his.
This is wrong. I shouldn’t… But I can’t help it… she thought to herself as her hips were rocking all on their own, her arms wrapping around his neck, her cheek pressed to his.
He was whispering filthy things in her ear now, and April’s knees almost buckled right there on the dance floor.
“You wanna know what I’d do to you if you were mine?” He spoke softly. “I’d bend you over the bar and fuck you till you screamed…” His hand squeezed her ass even harder.
She couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped out. “Ohhh gggoooddd.”
Her head was spinning, while her whole body was trembling, and she wasn’t even sure she was dancing anymore, just letting Leo grind her up against him like she was his already.
April felt another set of hands spinning her round. It was Mateo, his grip firmer, rougher, and this time she didn’t even try to protest.
“Hey, beautiful,” he rasped, his hands already traveling down her lower back and gripping her hips as if he owned them.
His body felt like marble against hers, unyielding and hot, while the bass pounded through her chest in time with her racing pulse, and she couldn’t tell anymore if the lightheadedness came from the music or the dangerous heat building between her thighs. She glanced for Mark, but he was still dancing with Vicky, and neither of them was looking this way. Anything could happen, and no one would even see.
Only Mark was watching, a knot tightening in his stomach, as April laughed at something Mateo whispered in her ear. Her laugh was genuine, carefree, a sound he hadn’t heard in a while.
Then he saw it. Mateo’s hand, which had been respectfully on April’s waist, slid lower, resting possessively on the curve of her ass. Mark stopped dancing, his body stiffened. What the hell?
And April – she didn’t push him away. She didn’t stiffen or step back. Instead, she laughed again, a throaty, seductive sound Mark knew well, and started to move, grinding her hips back against him in time with the music.
A red haze descended over Mark’s vision. He took a step forward, a possessive growl forming in his throat.
A firm hand wrapped around his bicep, her nails digging in. It was Vicky.
“Let her be, Mark,” she murmured, her voice calm and insistent right by his ear. Her breath was warm with the smell of tequila and mint. “She’s only having fun. Finally. Don’t be the jealous husband who went and ruined it.”
She didn’t wait for his argument. Her grip was surprisingly firm as she pulled him away from the dance floor, away from the sight of his wife in another man’s arms. He followed, his body rigid with conflict, his eyes locked on April’s retreating form until Vicky tugged him through a set of heavy curtains into a vacant cabana.
The sudden silence was deafening, the pounding music now a dull throb. The space was small, dimly lit by a single lantern, the air thick with the scent of salt and sandalwood.
“She was all over him,” Mark hisses, running a hand through his hair.
“She was dancing,” Vicky corrected, stepping into his space. Her hands had come up to his chest, flat palms feeling the frantic beat of his heart. “She’s allowed to dance. You’ve been so busy feeling guilty, you’ve forgotten how to have fun. How to feel.”
“Vicky, wait… this is wrong,” he protested, but his voice lacked conviction. His blood was pumping, a volatile mix of jealousy, tequila, and the raw, undeniable pull she exerted. “I… I… I love my wife.”
“I know you do,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his pectorals. One hand drifted down, over the tense muscles of his abdomen, stopping just above the waistband of his shorts. “But… be honest. Don’t you also love how you feel right now? The Anger? The Jealously? Feeling so… Alive?”
Her hand slipped inside his shorts. He sucked in a sharp breath as her cool fingers wrapped around his rapidly hardening length.
God, no. His mind screamed in protest, but his body arched into her touch, betraying him completely.
“She’s out there,” Vicky murmured, her lips brushing his jaw as she began to stroke him, a firm, knowing rhythm that made his knees weak. “She’s out there right now. Your wife. Letting some stranger put his hands aaalll over her body. Doesn’t that make you angry? Doesn’t that make you want to claim what’s yours?”
Her words were poison, seeping into his veins, twisting his jealousy into a dark, perverse fuel for his arousal.
He was fully hard now, throbbing in her hand, his hips beginning to move in tiny, involuntary thrusts.
“Vicky, please, we shouldn’t…” he groaned through clenched teeth, his voice cracking as his hips violently bucked forward into her grip, his cock pulsing against her palm like it had a mind of its own.
“Mmm… The problem is… I know you don’t mean that, Mark,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky, erotic whisper. She sank to her knees in the soft sand of the cabana floor, never breaking her rhythm. “I know you want this. I know you need this. I know you want to just forget about her and just feel.”
Before he could form another weak protest, she pulled his shorts down to his thighs and rammed his cock between her waiting lips.
The heat was instantaneous and devastating as her mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, her lips stretched wide around his girth as her tongue lapped hungrily at his swollen head, flicking across the sensitive underside where his shaft met the glans. Each wet, sloppy suck sent jolts of electricity straight to his balls, which tightened painfully as pre-cum leaked onto her eager tongue.
His head fell back with a strangled “Fuck!” his hands fisted at his sides as her throat muscles contracted around him.
This is wrong, this is so wrong. The mantra was a faint echo, drowned out by the slick, slushy sounds of her mouth on him.
She deep-throated him with a hungry moan, taking him to the back of her throat, and the sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, it shattered the last of his resistance.
A guttural groan was torn from him; all thoughts of April, of guilt, of anything but the exquisite pressure of Vicky’s lips vanished.
He looked down, the sight pushing him further toward the edge. Her blonde hair was tangled around his hips, her sharp blue eyes looking up at him, watching his every reaction. She was in complete control, and the raw power of it was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever known.
He couldn’t hold back. He was too far gone, teetering on a precipice built of jealousy and illicit desire. “Vicky… I’m gonna…”
She increased her pace, a relentless, sucking rhythm that milked him toward his climax. She hummed around his length, the vibration shooting straight to his core.
With a raw, shattered cry, he came, his release pumping into her waiting mouth. His body convulsed, his thighs trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure, laced with bitter self-loathing, racked through him. He collapsed back against the cabana wall, spent and panting, his mind a numb void. Vicky stayed on her knees, relentless as she kept sucking on his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt himself getting hard again in her mouth.
No… shit, not again… I need to… Oooh fffuck! he thought as Vicky kept sucking. Working him with her lips, her tongue flicking and swirling and making his whole body tremble. Mark couldn’t believe how quickly she could make him forget everything else. The way she sucked him, so filthy and greedy, like she owned him completely. He felt himself swelling, impossibly sensitive, every stroke of her tongue making his hips jerk.
“Please, Vicky, I have to get back… to April,” Mark groaned, but even as he said it, his cock was throbbing inside Vicky’s mouth, impossibly hard again, her tongue flicking madly under his tip. He could barely keep his balance, knees weak, every muscle in his body shuddering.
Vicky’s hands were locked tight around his hips, holding him right where she wanted him. She looked up at him and grinned, “I’m sure they are taking… really good care of your wife, Mark. Just like I’m taking good care of you… right now.”
“Fffuck,” Mark groaned as she giggled around his cock, the vibration making his mind go absolutely blank.
He couldn’t even think straight; his wife was out there grinding on some stranger, and Vicky was down here milking him like she wanted to drain out every last drop.
He tried to speak, tried to protest, but all that came out was a guttural groan.
“Ohhh fuck, Vicky… that’s… god, you’re making me lose it…”
She pulled back, licking her lips, watching his cock bounce in front of her face, spit and precum smearing her chin.
“Good,” she said as she pulled him to the ground. Quickly, she straddled herself over his solid shaft and pushed herself downward.
“Vicky!” Mark gasped, the words spilling out. “You’re pussy. It’s…” He faltered, his voice thick. “Oh god, you don’t have any panties on!”
Vicky grinned, her hips jerking as his cock speared against her bare slit, her wetness already slick and hot around his shaft. She leaned down, her hair brushing his chest, and whispered, “Of course I don’t. Why would I, Mark? I knew exactly what I wanted tonight.”
Then she lowered herself fully, her pussy swallowing him in one greedy, shuddering plunge.
“Ohhh YESSS! There it is,” she moaned. “Your cock… Back where it truly belongs.”
Mark groaned loudly, the sensation impossibly raw and tight. “Holy shit, Vicky,” he gasped, his hands flying to her ass, gripping her hard, pulling her down until he was buried to the hilt. “Oh god, Vicky… You’re so fucking tight!”
Vicky moaned and started riding him, slow at first, grinding her soaking pussy down on him in long, greedy sweeps.
“You love it… You love my cunt, don’t you? You love it because you know you shouldn’t,” she whispered, her nails digging into his chest.
Mark shuddered, every nerve in his body on fire, the filthy heat of her words making his cock pulse inside her.
“Vicky, fuck… you’re insane…”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound, and bounced harder, her ass slapping down against his thighs with every thrust. The sound was obscene, echoing in the little cabana, and Mark couldn’t believe how fucking wild she was, how desperate she was to make him lose control.
“Oh Jesus, Vicky… fuck, you’re gonna make me cum again,” he hissed, clutching her hips, dragging her down harder, feeling her slick walls grip his cock like a fist.
She rode him faster, her hair flying, nails leaving red trails down his chest. “Yeah, that’s it, Mark. I want you to cum. I want you to fill me up again. Nock me up, Mark. Put your child inside of me.”
Mark heard those words and something in him snapped. He grabbed Vicky’s hips, grinding her down on him so deep that she yelped, “Oh fuck, Mark… that’s it… just like that… your cock is so fucking good…” She whimpered, twisting her hips in quick little circles that made his whole body jerk.
God, he couldn’t believe how wet she was, how she was dripping down his shaft, the heat of her pussy squeezing him so tight he couldn’t even think straight.
Yes… fuck… this isn’t right… I shouldn’t be doing this… he thought, but god, her pussy just felt too fucking good clamped around his cock, squeezing and milking him like it was built for him and only him. Mark dug his fingers into her ass, pulling her down until she slammed against his hips, every thrust jarring his whole body. “Fuck, Vicky… oh fuck, I can’t stop… it’s so fucking tight…”
Vicky’s hands pressed down on his chest, and she leaned in, grinding her tits against him as she rode him harder, faster, like she was trying to break him. “Yes… Yes, that’s it, Mark… I want you to cum for me… I want you to show me how much you need me, right now… while your wife is out there with them…”
The words with them pierced into Mark’s brain. Oh god, April… his wife… being touched, right now, by two strangers. Two men. Their hands all over her, while he was there in the dark with Vicky’s pussy milking his cock.
God, what is wrong with me? He thought. Why does that make me even harder? Why do I want to fuck Vicky even more, knowing April is out there, letting herself go wild?
“Vicky… Oh fuck, Vicky… I’m cumming… I can’t… I can’t hold it…” Mark panted, and then it hit him… oh god, it hit him so fucking hard, his whole body locking up, his cock jerking inside her as he exploded.
“OH FUCK, VICKY!!!” Mark cried out, his voice hoarse, the sound raw and desperate as his cum flooded up into her greedy, clutching pussy. Vicky ground down on him, her nails clawing at his chest, her head thrown back as she took every last spurt, milking his cock for all it’s worth.
He couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t even think, his mind just blank and white-hot as his sister-in-law’s cunt clenched and … clenched and rippled around his cock, milking it, draining him, every slight tremor making his balls twitch and his mind spin.
Vicky’s pussy was like a vice, squeezing every drop out of him, and Mark just groaned and shuddered, not even caring anymore that he was still hard inside her, the need just growing and growing.
God, what is happening to me? Why does this feel so fucking good? He thought of April, his beautiful wife, her soft moans, the way she looked at him in the morning when they woke up.
The reality of what he’d done crashed down on him, cold and harsh. He quickly pushed Vicky aside, pulling up his shorts, his movements frantic.
“April,” he mumbled, stumbling toward the curtain. “I have to find April.”
Vicky’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t be an idiot,” she snapped.
“You can’t go out there like this, Mark. You’re covered in sweat and cum, and your cock’s still hard.” She squeezed, making his whole body jerk. “You want her to see you like this?
“I don’t care,” he expressed as he pushed through the curtains, rushing back into the throbbing noise of the party. His eyes scanned the dance floor frantically. But April was gone. Her spot on the dance floor was empty. She was nowhere to be found.
The party’s music pulsed in the distance like a faint heartbeat, barely audible over the blood rushing in Mark’s ears as he searched desperately for his wife.
Farther from the party, he went into the unknown, his chest tight with each violent thud of his heart.
He was about to give up when he stumbled upon this secluded cove, and now he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene bathed in moonlight before him. His muscles locked in place, refusing to carry him forward or back, leaving him trapped as a witness to what unfolded before him.
****
April could feel the full moon’s silver glow painting her bare skin as she gave herself up to the moment. Leo was pressed tight against her front, his body hot and unyielding, while Mateo’s chest blazed along her back. Their movements were impossibly in sync, hands roaming boldly, fingers greedy as they mapped every curve of her body. She felt their tanned forearms flex and tighten, each touch staking a claim, no hesitation at all as they explored her together.
April could barely breathe. Her mind was in a lustful haze. She was burning up with this filthy, helpless need that just kept getting worse.
Oh god, they’re both touching me, she thought. But… she didn’t want them to stop. Didn’t want this to end, not even for a second.
Leo’s hands were on her tits, squeezing them, his thumbs rubbing right over her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, and April moaned. LOUD. God, she couldn’t believe how wet she was already. It was pouring out of her, her soaked panties, her thighs sticky and trembling.
Mateo was behind her now, his hands sliding up her thighs, under the hem of her dress, pushing it up, up, bunching it around her waist.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. The words tumbled in her head, sharp and breathless. She was out here, right in the open, with these men. Two strangers. They were touching her, they were seducing her, making her want it, making her want to keep going, further and further into this lustful abyss.
“Please…” April whispered, but she didn’t even know what she was begging for.
Leo grinned, his hands rough and greedy as he squeezed her tits harder, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were jutting through the thin dress, so stiff it almost hurt.
“You like that, baby?” he growled right in her ear, and April couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight. All she felt was the heat of his hands, the wild need between her legs, the way she was melting inside just from being touched like this.
Oh fuck… oh fuck, she was losing it. She was really losing it.
Then Leo’s mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his rough hands slid beneath her bunched dress. His fingers pushed past the elastic of her soaked underwear, seeking and finding that swollen, electric bundle of nerves that made her gasp and arch against him.
“Ohhh Gooooddd,” she whimpered as Leo’s thick fingers plunged between her legs, right through the soaked crotch of her panties, and started to rub her clit in tight, filthy circles. April couldn’t even breathe. Her whole body just arched, her hips bucking, like she was begging for more even though a tiny part of her mind was screaming that this was wrong.
Oh god, it felt so good. She wanted to tell him, but all that came out was this shaky, desperate moan.
Leo’s mouth was at her ear, biting, licking, whispering the dirtiest things. “You’re dripping wet, baby,” he growled.
April couldn’t even answer. She was gasping, her whole body shaking as Leo’s thick fingers worked her pussy, kneading her clit right through her panties. Oh fuck, he wasn’t stopping, he wasn’t even slowing down, just rubbing her while Mateo’s hands were all over her ass, squeezing, pulling her back against him so hard she could feel his cock grinding into her through his jeans.
Mateo leaned in, biting her shoulder, sucking at her skin, and April moaned even louder. Fuck, she’d never felt anything like this before, not even with Mark. God, her husband’s touch was nothing like this, nothing like the way two strangers just took what they wanted, hands rough and greedy, mouths everywhere.
April’s whole body was shaking. She couldn’t stop it. She could barely think, barely breathe. Leo’s hand was shoving her panties to the side, his two thick fingers plunging straight into her dripping cunt.
“Ohhh ssshit!” April cried. She was so wet that he slid in instantly, no resistance at all, his palm brushing against her clit as he fingered her hard.
Mateo’s hand clamped around her wrist like a vise, yanking her arm behind her back until her fingers collided with the rigid heat of him, so hard it felt like a steel pole against her hand.
“Fuck…” The word exploded in her mind as she wrapped her fingers around his thickness, feeling it pulse violently against her palm. She squeezed his girth, working him with desperate, hungry strokes that made him growl against her neck like an animal while Leo brought her closer to the edge.
Oh god, she was so close… Leo’s hand was working her pussy so hard, two thick fingers driving in and out while his palm ground against her clit, and April didn’t even care that Mateo was using her hand to jerk his cock right there in the open. She was gasping and moaning, hips bucking, her whole body shuddering with need.
Leo kissed her neck and growled, “You’re loving this, aren’t you, honey? You want us to fuck you, right here. right now don’t you?”
Yes… Yes, she thought. Oh god, what is happening to me?
She was melting, her body quivering between their rough hands, and she couldn’t even pretend anymore. There was no more pretending that she was the good wife, or that she didn’t want this, didn’t crave this filthy, raw hunger burning up her insides.
April moaned, the sound desperate and broken, as Leo’s fingers pumped in and out of her soaking cunt, so hard and fast her knees started to buckle. She clawed at his arm, her hips jerking back against Mateo’s cock, every nerve ending on fire.
Oh, fuck… please… don’t stop… don’t stop… April thought, but the words wouldn’t leave her mouth; instead, all that came out was a broken, whimpering moan as Leo’s fingers hammered into her pussy.
“Oh god! Oh god!” she cried. “I’m— I’m— I’m cumming! I’m fffucking cumming!!!”
April’s hips jerked and bucked helplessly, and Leo’s fingers just kept driving into her soaking pussy, caressing her clit so hard she saw stars. She couldn’t hold back, not for a second, not even if her life depended on it. It was like her whole body was one big nerve ending, every spark of pleasure shooting through her until she just exploded all over Leo’s hand.
“Oh fuck!!! Oh fuck!!!” she screamed, not even caring if anyone heard. She was soaked, her thighs shaking, her pussy clenching so tight around his fingers she thought she might just explode right there, her pussy spasming out of control, her whole body shuddering and jerking as the orgasm ripped through her.
“FUCK!!!” she howled, clawing at Leo’s arm, her hips bucking and grinding into his hand, every nerve ending burning white-hot and desperate for more.
Leo grinned, holding her up, his fingers never stopping, just pounding into her soaked cunt harder, faster, grinding her clit with his palm until she was cumming again, her legs giving out. Oh god, she was cumming again, she could feel it, she couldn’t stop it, she didn’t want to stop it at all.
But then Leo’s hands left her body and tangled in her long blonde hair, guiding her down to her knees. April looked up to find his thick, throbbing cock just inches from her face. Without thinking, she ran her tongue across her lips.
Slowly, he eased her forward until her mouth stretched around his thick, rigid length. While her hand was still wrapped tightly around Mateo’s cock, stroking him in time with the hungry pulls of her mouth.
A low, continuous moan vibrated from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that was both utterly foreign and devastatingly arousing.
I should stop this. I should charge in there and— His thought fractured again as Mateo, now standing behind her, guided her hand away from his cock and slid his own hand between her thighs. In the silver moonlight, his rigid shaft glistened with the evidence of her earlier attention.
April’s back arched, a sharp, beautiful curve, and she cried out around Leo’s cock, the sound muffled but unmistakably blissful.
Mateo’s fingers worked her with an expert rhythm, and Mark could see the slick gleam of her arousal on his hand in the moonlight.
His own body responded instantly, a traitorous heat flooding his veins, his cock swelling to a painful hardness against the confines of his shorts.
Christ, she’s loving this.
A warm presence materialized at his back, and a familiar scent of salt and seduction filled his senses. Vicky. Her arms snaked around his waist, her hands splayed across his stomach, and she pressed her body flush against him. He could feel the softness of her breasts against his back, the heat of her through their clothes.
“See?” she whispered directly into his ear, her voice a husky, intimate vibration that coiled straight down his spine. “She doesn’t need your guilt or your careful apologies. She needed this. She needed to be used. To feel truly wild.”
Her words were poison and nectar. One of her hands drifted lower, fingers dipping below the waistband of his shorts to brush against the base of his throbbing erection. He shuddered, a sharp gasp escaping him.
“Look at her,” Vicky purred, her own breath becoming ragged as she watched the scene. “Look how beautifully she takes them. She’s not your sweet, responsible wife right now. She’s a goddess of sin, who finally let her inner slut be set free.”
Leo’s whole body went rigid, a primal roar tearing from his chest as his hips bucked violently. April’s eyes watered as he yanked her hair, forcing her down until her nose pressed against his abdomen. His cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down her throat.
She didn’t just swallow—she devoured him, her throat convulsing hungrily around his throbbing shaft, as she drained every last drop.
Mark’s vision blurred at the edges, blood rushing in his ears as his knees weakened.
April staggered back, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps, her knees still sunk in the sand. Her mouth tingled, her lips swollen, her whole body shaking, and her mind was a total blank except for the hot, shameful taste of Leo’s cum sliding down her throat.
Oh god. I just did that. I just let them do that to me, and I loved every second of it. She couldn’t believe what she was becoming, but her body was still shaking, her pussy clenched and soaked, the taste of Leo’s cum thick and salty on her tongue.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but her eyes were wild and hungry, already darting to Mateo, who was standing next to her, his cock jutting out, thick and angry and dripping from where she had stroked him before.
She should have run. She should have pulled her dress down, found her husband, done something, anything, to stop this wild, filthy spiral. But April’s head spun so hard she couldn’t even think straight. She felt the rough, sun-warmed rock under her chest, and then Mateo’s cock was right there, thick and hot and pushing between her legs.
Oh god… please forgive me… She thought as her panties were shoved to the ground, soaked and useless, and she could feel how swollen and sensitive her pussy was, every nerve raw and desperate for more.
He didn’t wait. He just grunted and slid in, one hard thrust that speared her wide open and made her cry out, her cheek pressed to the rock.
“Oh FUCK!!!” April shrieked, her body arching and shuddering as Mateo slammed into her from behind, his cock splitting her open, stretching her so wide she could barely breathe.
“Fuck! You’re so tight!” Mateo grunted as he fucked her hard, just ramming in like he’d been waiting his whole life to use her pussy.
Oh god, he’s so thick, so fucking hard, it feels like he’s going to tear me in half!” Her face was mashed to the rock, her dress bunched at her waist, her panties gone, and her pussy was so soaked, so desperate, it sucked him in with every brutal thrust.
“Oh, yeah, you like that, don’t you? My big cock stretching you out? Fuck, you’re so soaked, baby…” Mateo’s hands were locked on her hips as he pounded into her mercilessly. Vicky’s hand closed around Mark’s cock fully, her grip firm and knowing. She began to stroke him slowly, her thumb smearing the bead of precum that had already soaked through his shorts.
“Look at her. She’s so wet for him,” she breathed, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Can you hear it, Mark? That slick, watery sound? That’s her pussy welcoming a stranger’s cock while her husband watches.”
Mark’s head had fallen back against her shoulder, a groan torn from him. His hips had bucked helplessly into her hand. He was lost, completely enslaved by the visual feast before him and the tactile torment behind him.
Oh God, he’s so fucking big! April sobbed inside her head, but her pussy was clenching around Mateo’s meat, so wet and desperate, every rough slam making her feel even more wild, more helpless.
“Oh fuck! Oh god, it’s too much!” The words tumbled out, broken, as her cheek scraped the rock and Mateo’s hands dug into her hips, holding her wide open. She could feel it, her orgasm rapidly approaching.
Please… Please, I’m going too— she whimpered. She was right on the edge… Her whole body was shaking, every muscle tight and burning as Mateo slammed his cock into her over and over. April’s pussy squeezed him so tight, her juices started pouring down her thighs, while her whole body jerked as the pleasure ripped right through her.
“Oh god, Mateo, I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!” She screamed, her pussy clenching down on his cock, her whole body bucking and shuddering as the orgasm exploded through her. “HHA! HHA! HHA! Oh god! Oh god! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” April couldn’t even think, couldn’t even breathe, her pussy so tight and desperate, spasming around his cock, milking Mateo with every wild, shaking jerk of her hips.
“Look at her, Mark,” Vicky said. “Look how much your wife loves getting used like that. She’s not even pretending to fight it anymore… She’s just letting them take her, like a bitch in heat. Oh fuck, look how her pussy is just swallowing his cock.”
The world tilted beneath Mark’s feet, yet his gaze remained locked on the scene before him. Each desperate sound tore from April’s throat and belonged to a stranger wearing his wife’s face. He watched, transfixed, as her body rocked against the stone with each of Mateo’s merciless thrusts.
Leo moved with startling speed, already fully erect again, shouldering Mateo aside with the ease of someone who’d done this before. Mark felt physically ill as Leo thrust into April in one savage motion that drew a primal cry from her throat while Mateo stood beside them, pleasuring himself as he watched.
Between the two men, April’s sweat-slicked body convulsed and trembled, her head thrown back, dark makeup running in rivulets down her face. The feral need in her expression transformed her completely—Mark searched for his wife in those features and found no trace of her.
“Oooh fffuuuck,” she groaned as she could feel her body just surrendering, her pussy stretching around a different man’s cock. This one was not as thick, but it was definitely much longer, pushing deeper inside her than any man had ever gone. Hitting spots that had never been touched before.
Her cries became unintelligible as Leo’s thrusts found that perfect angle inside her, each stroke sending electric jolts through her core.
She’s going to come, Mark thought, the realization a lightning strike through his hazy arousal. He could see the tension coiling in her body and hear the pitch of her moans rising, becoming desperate.
April couldn’t even think. Every time Leo slammed into her, the shock of it went straight up her spine and exploded behind her eyes.
“OH fuck! Oh fuck, I’m cumming again! I’m cumming again!!!” Her body just seized up, her pussy clamping down on his cock. She wasn’t just coming, she was squirting. For the first time in her life, a man had made her squirt, and all she could do was lustfully whimper as her juices came gushing out.
She wasn’t even embarrassed, not even ashamed. All that mattered right then was the way he was fucking her, how deep he was going, how hard he was using her.
Leo grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back, and she screamed as he pounded her even harder. Bringing her once again to a new peak, even as her pussy was still spasming from the last explosion.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” April screamed, her voice hoarse and wild. Her pussy clamped down so hard on Leo’s cock that he faltered, guttural, torn between pain and ecstasy. April’s legs buckled, her body collapsing forward, but Leo held her up, fucking her through the aftershocks, not slowing for a second. The wet slap of their bodies echoed in the cove, mixing with the animal sounds pouring from her lips.
Through the haze of ecstasy, her wandering gaze cut through the shadows until—without warning—her eyes found his.
“Mark…” She sighed, her eyes locking with his. But there was no shock in them, no shame—only a feral hunger that made her pussy clench even tighter around Leo’s thick shaft. Her nipples hardened to painful points as she realized her husband was watching another man’s cock split her open.
Oh god, he’s—watching me. He’s watching me getting fucked by another man, she thought, and then another notion stuck her. My god… I like knowing he is.”
Ohhh Ffffuck… it’s turning me on even more…, she realized with a shock. Her vision blurred when the sudden pleasure of her overexcitement detonated throughout her body.
“Oh god, it’s! It’s happening again!!!” she shouted, as another squirting climax seized her, more powerful than before, leaving her helpless as her release flooded down her thighs. Primal sounds tore from her throat—guttural, desperate cries she barely recognized as her own. Her body betrayed every secret as she convulsed around him, muscles clenching with each devastating wave while her nerves sang with electricity from her arched spine to her curled toes.
The sight was Mark’s undoing. His own climax gathered, a tight, urgent pressure at the base of his spine.
Vicky felt it. She released his cock and swiftly turned him to face her. Her eyes were dark pools of triumph and desire.
“Now it’s our turn,” she declared, her voice fierce. “I want her to see. I want her to watch as you fuck me. I want her to see the man she married lose himself in my pussy.”
She didn’t wait for his agreement. She took his hand and pulled him out from their hiding spot, into the full moonlight.
April, still panting and shuddering between her two lovers, turned her head. Her eyes, wide and glazed, focused on them.
Vicky backed toward a nearby lounger, pulling Mark with her. She shoved her own skirt down her thighs and lay back, spreading her legs wide in a blatant, shocking invitation. Her core glistened, already wet and ready for him.
“Take me, Mark,” she demanded, her voice ringing out clear over the sound of the waves. “Fuck me right here. Let her see her husband putting a baby into another woman. Let her see how much you enjoy fucking my tight pussy.”
Every cell in Mark’s body was screaming. Shame. Arousal. Jealousy. Need. It all fused into one white-hot imperative. He looked at April, at the two men still connected to her, their eyes now also on him, watching with amused, expectant smiles. He looked down at Vicky, her body offered to him like a perfect, forbidden feast.
With a growly sound that was half-sob, half-roar, he fell upon her. He grabbed her hips, yanking her to the very edge of the lounger, and drove himself into her in one brutal, deep thrust.
Vicky’s scream of pleasure was one of pure victory. Her legs locked around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him even deeper. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Mark! Fuck your wife’s twin!”
The wet slap of skin on skin yanked April’s consciousness back to her own body just as Mateo’s cock—slick with her own juices—pressed insistently against the tight ring of her virgin asshole. Her eyes flew wide with panic and dark thrill as Leo’s massive shaft continued to reach depths into her pussy beyond what she thought possible, pinning her in place for the new invasion.
“Wait… What are you? OH GOD!!!” The question dissolved into a harsh-sounding scream that tore from the depths of her being as Mateo’s thick shaft forced its way inside her virgin asshole, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. The burning invasion sent lightning bolts of white-hot sensation radiating through her core.
“OH GOD! OH FUCK!” Her body convulsed, caught between agony and a dark, forbidden ecstasy.
“AHHH!!!” April wailed, her voice raw, animal, echoing off the rocks and out across the night. Mateo’s cock was splitting her ass wide open, so thick and brutal she couldn’t even process the pain, only the flood of sick, desperate pleasure that came with it. She’d never felt anything like this, never even imagined it could feel this way, but now all she could do was hold onto Leo, her body jerking helplessly as both holes were filled at once.
Mark set a frantic, punishing pace, each plunge into Vicky a release of the tangled, dark desire boiling inside him. The lounger rocked violently with their motion. He was aware of nothing but the exquisite, clinging heat of her body, the obscene, wet sound of their joining.
The world narrowed to the slick, rhythmic sound of skin against skin, the ragged symphony of their breathing, and the raw, carnal spectacle unfolding just feet away. Vicky’s taunt was burning through the last vestiges of Mark’s sanity.
“Look, Mark,” she breathed, her voice thick and husky with her own overwhelming arousal. She pressed her body against his. He could feel the hard points of her nipples against his chest. “They’re sharing her. They’re sharing your wife.”
Mark’s jaw went slack, his muscles locking in place as if he had been turned to stone. The scene before him seared into his retinas, impossible to look away from, even as his mind screamed that he should.
“They’re fucking her from both ends, and she’s loving every second of it.” Vicky hissed, her breath hot against his jaw. “Does that excite you, Mark? Seeing your darling wife get ravished by two men at the same time?”
It did. The sight, the sounds, the sheer audacity of it acted like a drug, erasing the confusion, the guilt, the shame. It was all burned away in the inferno of a pure, primal lust she had so expertly stoked. His wife—his beautiful, responsible, trustworthy April—was being taken with wanton abandon by two men, and it was the most erotically charged, devastatingly hot thing he had ever witnessed.
A guttural growl ripped from his throat, a sound he didn’t recognize as his own. All pretense of gentle lovemaking vanished. His hands, which were gripping Vicky’s hips, now became instruments of pure possession, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her with a frantic, punishing rhythm. He fucked her harder, deeper, with a raw aggression he’d never unleashed on anyone.
Vicky cried out, a sharp, ecstatic sound that was pure music to his ears. She threw her head back, her body arching to take every inch of him, meeting his brutal thrusts with a wild, grinding roll of her own hips.
“Yes! God, yes! Fuck me! Just like that!” she whimpered, her voice cracking with pleasure. “Look at her, Mark! Don’t stop looking! I want you to watch what they’re doing to your sweet little bride!”
His eyes, burning with savage hunger, were locked on April. Mateo was jackhammering into her from behind, his muscular thighs crashing against her ass with such violence her flesh rippled with each impact. In front, Leo was ramming his long shaft deep into her dripping core. And April… April was consumed by it. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth contorted in a silent scream that occasionally broke into guttural, animal sounds he’d never heard from her throat, her sweat-slick body writhing between them like a woman possessed, surrendering completely to the brutal, primal ecstasy of getting railed, split wide and filled at both ends by two absolute strangers.
“They’re going to make her come,” Vicky predicted, her own voice trembling with excitement as Mark’s cock battered her deepest parts. “Watch. Watch her face. She’s going to break for them.”
As if on her command, April’s body went rigid. A strangled, guttural cry was torn from her throat. Her eyes flew open, wide and unseeing, locking with Mark’s for one searing, soul-shattering second. Her back arched into a perfect, beautiful bow, her internal muscles visibly clenching around Leo’s thrusting cock. Leo’s movements became frantic, slamming into her with abandon, while Mateo held her hips firm, grinding her down onto him as his own release overtook him.
The triple impact of their synchronized climaxes was a visceral shockwave that crashed over Mark. He felt Vicky’s own orgasm detonate around him, her inner walls fluttering and convulsing in a violent, milking rhythm that shattered his last shred of control.
“Yes! Oh fuck yes, Mark! Fill me up! Oh god! Oh god! I’m… I’m… I’m cumming too!” she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. Her legs snapped around his hips like a vice, locking him deep inside her, holding his squirting cock prisoner within her clenching, hot little cunt as he poured himself into her.
They collapsed together onto the soft sand, a tangled, sweating, panting heap of spent limbs and shuddering aftershocks. The only sounds were the gentle lap of waves and their own ragged gasps for air. The air itself felt charged, thick with the scent of sex and salt and betrayal.
After a long moment, April moved. She pushed herself up on unsteady legs, her body gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat and the evidence of her lovers’ attention.
My God, what the fuck have I done? April blinked, her whole body trembling, her mind a swirling blur of shock and raw, animal satisfaction. Her pussy was still twitching, so sore, so used… her ass burned from being stretched and filled, her lips tingling with the taste of Leo still thick in her mouth. She could barely stand, her knees wobbling and threatening to give out. She glanced down and saw her dress bunched uselessly around her waist, her panties somewhere in the sand, her thighs streaked with slick and cum and sweat. Oh god… just look at me. My sister was right… I am a slut.
Her inner words tore through her, sending a sexual shiver down her spine. She took a shaky step, then another, her gaze fixed on Mark. Her expression was unreadable, a mask of serene exhaustion and something else, something dark and powerful he’d never seen before.
He rose to meet her, his own legs feeling like water. He fumbled with his swim trunks, yanking them up from where they’d bunched around his ankles and tying the drawstring with shaking fingers. He gazed into April’s eyes; her expression was unreadable, a mask of serene exhaustion and something else, something dark and powerful he’d never seen before.
“Honey, I—” he said before she pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t gentle or forgiving. It was hard, desperate, and hungry, tasting of salt, tequila, and the distinct, musky flavor of another man. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, a claiming, possessive invasion that mimicked the fucking she’d just received. He could only moan into it, his hands settling on her waist, his mind a whirling vortex of shock, residual pleasure, and a dark, burgeoning excitement.
When she finally broke the kiss, she was breathing heavily, her blue eyes blazing with a new, terrifying fire. She looked over his shoulder at Vicky, who was watching them with a look of rapt, triumphant fascination.
April’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Mark, please…” Her knees buckled suddenly, her body sagging against his chest as the adrenaline drained from her system.
“I can’t—” The words caught in her throat as her weight fell into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders for support. “Just get me out of here. Take me back to our room.”
Mark gathered April into his arms, her body tight against his chest as he carried her away from the scene of their shared transgression. April cast one final glance over his shoulder, catching sight of Vicky silhouetted against the darkening water at the cove’s edge.
Vicky grinned, watching the way April gripped Mark’s body. She could read her sister’s every micro-expression: the way April’s lips trembled from post-orgasmic shock, the wild dilation of her pupils, the faint quiver that betrayed the exhaustion of her body. Vicky knew what that meant. She’d experienced it so many times in her own. Tonight, the transformation was complete.
Now, dear sister, now you know what it’s like to be finally free. Vicky thought as she watched them stagger away.
April floats through the next hours in a daze. In the shower, where Mark has carried her, hot water sluices over her body but can’t seem to reach the dirtier parts of her mind. Her wobbly legs barely support her as she staggers from the bathroom. The mattress catches her fall, and she sprawls across damp sheets, her skin still tacky with moisture.
Mark settles beside her, but April’s consciousness is already slipping away.
…April’s last, unspoken thought before sleep extinguished her: I want it again. God help me, I want to do it all again.
