The Vegas bar pulsed with heat, whispers of temptation everywhere. Sara sat beside me, scrolling through the Swingers app we’d downloaded earlier. Her black dress clung to her curves, the hem teasing dangerously high on her thighs. My hand rested on her bare leg, her skin warm and soft. Her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips gave her away—nervous, yes, but dripping with desire.
Vegas was where we could let loose. If we were to play with other people again, it would have to be here. That night with our neighbours was… incredible. The memory of Sara stripped naked and riding Marty’s massive cock until she couldn’t even scream anymore was burned into me. Her cries, her raw, unfiltered pleasure—it was the dirtiest thing I’d ever seen, and it made me harder every time I thought about it.
But with our neighbours, it was messy. Too many awkward glances, too much risk. Vegas? Vegas didn’t care. Here, we could drown in pure, primal lust without looking back.
Sara froze mid-scroll, her phone tilting toward me. Her voice was soft, trembling. “Look at Mark.”
The guy on her screen was a goddamn fantasy. Much younger than us, ripped, and handsome as hell. His tight shirt stretched over his broad chest and abs, but what really caught my eye was the bulge straining against his shorts. Big. Fucking huge. My cock twitched, and I knew Sara’s pussy was dripping just thinking about it.
“You’re imagining it,” I teased, my voice low as my hand slid higher up her thigh. My fingers brushed the lace of her panties—soaked, of course. “Admit it. You’re wondering how it would feel. If he fucked you the way Marty did.”
“Stop,” she hissed, slapping at my arm playfully. But her thighs parted just enough to let me in. Her voice shook with want. “You’re so fucking bad.”
“And you love it,” I growled, letting one finger press against her lace-covered clit. She gasped, and I smirked. “You loved it that night. You loved Marty filling you, didn’t you? You couldn’t get enough.”
Her cheeks flamed, and she let out a shaky laugh. “Jesus Christ. You didn’t seem to mind when Jane was riding your cock like a porn star.”
I chuckled darkly. “Watching you completely lose yourself? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sara shifted under my touch, her thighs parting wider as I teased her clit through the lace. “It was so dirty,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t believe we actually did that.”
“That’s why we’re here,” I murmured into her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe. “No strings. Just us and whoever we want.”
Her eyes returned to Mark’s profile, her thumb hovering over the screen. Her voice was barely audible. “Do you think he’d want us?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” I said, slipping a finger under her panties to feel just how wet she was. Slick heat coated me, and I groaned softly. “Message him, babe.”
She snapped a quick, teasing selfie of us and attached it to a playful message. The reply came almost instantly. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and her breath slowed as she read it.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice barely steady. “Mark’s interested. He’s free tonight.” She looked up at me, her eyes wide and uncertain. “Are we really doing this?” she asked softly.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. “I want this as much as you do,” I murmured, my voice steady. “Trust me.”
Sara exhaled, her lips curling into a hesitant smile. “Oh god,” she whispered. “We’re doing this.”
I stood, pulling her to her feet, her hand trembling in mine. “Let’s grab a cab,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Tonight is going to be unforgettable.”
The cab ride to Mark’s place was quick, but the tension between us was anything but subtle. Sara’s hand gripped mine tightly, her fingers trembling as she nervously smoothed her dress. Her legs shifted restlessly, the anticipation radiating off her.
Mark opened the door with a confident smirk when we arrived, his eyes raking over Sara. She stepped forward, her black dress hugging her body like a second skin, the plunging neckline barely containing her full, round tits.
“Fuck, you look amazing,” Mark said, his voice low and deep.
Sara blushed as she murmured, “Thank you.” Her voice was soft, unsure, and laced with a nervous edge as she moved past him into the dimly lit living room. She cast a glance back at me, her eyes wide and searching. I met her gaze with a calm, reassuring nod.
The room was bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight, the atmosphere charged and intimate. Mark handed us glasses of wine, his fingers brushing against Sara’s as he passed hers. The deliberate touch lingered, and I saw Sara’s breath catch as she brought the glass to her lips.
We settled onto the couch, the unspoken tension wrapping tightly around us. Mark slid in close to Sara, his thigh pressing against hers.
He leaned toward her, his voice low and teasing. “You’re nervous,” he said softly, his gaze fixed on her. “That’s sweet. But you don’t need to be.”
Sara glanced at me, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted. Her eyes begged for reassurance. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingertips grazing her skin. “Relax,” I murmured, my voice soft and steady. “You’re safe. Just let go.”
Her lips curled into a shy smile as she exhaled, her shoulders loosening slightly. She turned back to Mark, her gaze softening, though her hands still fidgeting slightly. I decided to take the lead, leaning in to kiss her softly, my hand finding the delicate strap of her dress. Slowly, I slid it down her shoulder. The fabric gave way easily, pooling at her waist.
I reached behind her, unhooking her bra with ease and letting it fall away. Sara’s huge tits spilled free, her nipples long and hard, already begging for attention. Her breath quickened, becoming fast and ragged as Mark’s eyes darkened, his focus entirely on her exposed body.
“Jesus, those tits are fucking perfect,” Mark muttered, his voice filled with raw hunger.
I leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak before sucking gently. My other hand cupped her other breast, kneading it slowly, my thumb brushing over the hardened nub. Sara moaned softly, her chest heaving, her hips shifting slightly as her arousal grew.
Mark’s hand slid up her thigh, teasing her skin as he moved closer. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties, and he let out a low chuckle. “She’s fucking soaked already,” he said, his tone edged with admiration and lust.
Sara squirmed beneath his touch, her hips tilting instinctively toward him. Mark hooked his fingers under her panties and slid them down her legs, exposing her glistening, wet pussy. It was smooth, bare, and utterly inviting. He paused momentarily, taking her in with a look of pure hunger.
“Goddamn, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice low and rough.
He kissed her inner thigh, his lips soft but deliberate, teasing her as his fingers traced along her plump folds.
Sara’s breathing grew even more erratic, her body trembling as she clutched the couch. Mark’s lips trailed higher, his tongue flicking lightly over her clit. “Oh my god,” she gasped, her hips jerking at the contact.
Mark growled softly, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. “Stay still, baby,” he commanded his voice firm but dripping with heat. “I want to take my time with you.”
His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles over her clit, his fingers spreading her open as he worked her body with precision. Above her, I continued to tease her tits, sucking harder on one nipple before switching to the other, my hands all over her soft, full breasts.
Mark slid two fingers inside her, curling them with deliberate precision, his movements torturously slow as her pleasure climbed higher and higher. Sara’s breaths came quick and uneven, her moans giving way to desperate, needy whimpers.
“Please, fuck yes, I’m so close,” she whimpered, her hips grinding against his fingers and mouth.
“Cum for me,” Mark murmured against her clit, his voice commanding yet tender. “I want to feel you let go.”
Sara’s body tensed, her thighs clamping around Mark’s head as her climax hit. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders as her back arched violently.
I kissed her softly, coaxing her through the waves of pleasure, while Mark continued to lap at her clit and pump his fingers into her, prolonging her release until her body finally collapsed, trembling and spent.
Mark sat back, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. “She tastes so fucking good,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I brushed her damp hair from her face, kissing her gently. “You okay, baby?” I asked, my voice warm and tender.
Sara let out a breathless laugh, her lips curving into a dazed smile. “That was… fucking incredible,” she whispered, her voice husky and shaky.
Mark smirked, his gaze dark and filled with heat. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his tone dripping with promise.
He stood and pulled Sara to her feet. She swayed slightly, still recovering, and crashed into him, kissing him hard. Her hands slid down his chest, finding his cock through his pants and squeezing him firmly.
I watched as my wife surrendered to her desires, her inhibitions gone. She was radiant, unapologetically hungry for more, and I couldn’t look away.
“Bedroom,” Mark growled, his voice rough with authority. Sara nodded, her cheeks flushed as she led the way, peeling off her dress as she walked. By the time she reached the bed, she was completely bare, her skin glistening in the soft light.
She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs wide, her wet pussy glistening as she looked at us with raw hunger in her eyes.
Mark stepped back, pulling off his shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest and defined abs. He kicked off his shoes, then dropped his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, and intimidatingly large. Sara’s eyes widened, and her lips parted as she stared.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both awe and anticipation.
Mark smirked, tearing open a condom and rolling it down over his massive length. The latex barely stretched over the large head. “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. “On all fours.”
Without hesitation, Sara obeyed, climbing onto the bed and arching her back. Her round full ass was high in the air, her glistening pussy on full display. Mark stepped up behind her, gripping his cock and dragging it along her folds, coating himself in her wetness.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Dripping all over my cock.”
“Please,” Sara whimpered, her voice trembling with need. “I need it. I need you to fuck me. Now.”
Mark let out a low, approving chuckle, locking eyes with me briefly before positioning himself at her entrance. “You’ll get it,” he said roughly. “Every fucking inch.”
He pushed the thick head of his cock inside her, stretching her tight pussy inch by inch. Sara gasped loudly, her moans filling the room as he filled her completely. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her back arching as her body adjusted to his size.
“God, yes, yes,” Sara cried, her voice trembling and breathless. “You’re so … fuck yea.” She couldn’t finish her sentence as Mark thrust in deeper. “Ohhh,” she whimpered softly.
Mark smirked, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. His first thrusts were slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him. Sara’s moans grew louder with each stroke, her body pushing back against him, begging for more.
“Fuck, you feel unbelievable,” Mark growled, his voice thick with lust. “I love your tight wet pussy.”
Sara’s moans turned into desperate cries as his pace increased. “Harder,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please, Mark, fuck me harder.”
Mark gripped her hips tighter, slamming into her with a new intensity. His cock pounded into her soaked pussy relentlessly, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room. Sara’s cries of pleasure grew louder, her hands clutching the sheets as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation.
From where I stood, watching my wife lose herself in raw, unfiltered desire, I couldn’t resist any longer. My hand slid to my cock, stroking it slowly as I took in the sight of her tits bouncing with every thrust, her flushed face, and the way her pussy gripped Mark’s cock so eagerly.
Mark leaned down, gripping her hair and pulling her head back slightly. “Look at you,” he growled. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Sara cried, her voice shaking. “I fucking love it! Don’t stop—please, don’t stop!”
As her eyes fluttered open, her gaze met mine. She reached out, her hand brushing against my thigh before wrapping around my cock. Her soft fingers stroked me firmly, her touch sure and teasing.
“Come here,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation.
I stepped closer, her hand guiding me to her lips. She parted them eagerly, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip before taking me into her mouth. The wet warmth of her tongue swirled over me, her moans vibrating against my cock as she worked me deeper.
“Fuck, Sara,” I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked me. Her hand stroked the base of my cock while her mouth teased and pulled me closer to the edge.
Behind her, Mark’s thrusts grew frantic, his groans deep and primal as he drove into her. “She’s incredible,” he growled, his tone rough. “Taking both of us like a perfect little slut.”
Sara whimpered around my cock, and her moans muffled as her hips bucked against Mark. Her mouth and hand worked me with equal fervour, her desperation for more spurring us on.
Mark reached around, his fingers finding her clit as he thrust into her harder. “Cum for me again,” he growled in her ear. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
Sara’s cries grew louder, her body trembling as his fingers worked her clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. “Oh god,” she gasped, her voice rising. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m cumming!”
Her body tensed, her pussy clenching tightly around Mark as another orgasm tore through her. She screamed, her cries breaking into desperate gasps as her body shook uncontrollably. Even as her climax overtook her, she turned back to me, her lips parting to take me back into her mouth. Her moans vibrated against me as she sucked me hungrily, her hand stroking in perfect sync.
Mark slowed his thrusts, his cock still buried deep inside Sara as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her lips stayed wrapped around me, her tongue swirling over me hungrily while her hand stroked the base of my cock. Her moans vibrated against me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me as I edged closer to release.
Mark pulled back, sliding his cock out of her dripping pussy. He stood behind her, his breaths ragged as he ripped off the condom and gripped himself firmly. “Stay just like that,” Mark growled, his voice thick with desire. Stroking his cock, he aimed at Sara’s exposed back. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum so hard.”
Sara stayed in place, her ass high in the air, her flushed, sweaty skin glistening in the light. She moaned softly, her lips leaving my cock briefly as she gasped, her body still trembling from her climax. Her eyes fluttered closed as Mark’s groans deepened.
With a guttural sound, Mark erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting across Sara’s back. The first landed just above her ass, while the rest splashed across her spine and shoulders, dripping down her sides. Sara let out a deep, sultry moan, her body shivering as she felt the warm sensation spread across her skin.
Watching another man cum all over my wife, marking her in such an intimate, primal way, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her glistening skin, flushed and trembling, pushed me over the edge.
“Yes, give it to me,” Sara murmured, her voice trembling with desire. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes dark and filled with need. “Cum, baby,” she whispered, her voice soft but demanding. “Cum in my mouth.”
Her words, combined with the sight of her covered in Mark’s release, shattered the last of my control. Her hand wrapped around my cock again, stroking me firmly as her lips parted, ready to take me. “Fuck, Sara,” I groaned, my voice rough as I erupted. My cock pulsed, and I came, spilling into her waiting mouth.
Sara moaned softly, her lips sealing around me as she swallowed every drop. Her tongue flicked over me, teasing and milking me until I had nothing left. She pulled back with a satisfied hum, her lips glistening as she licked them clean, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You taste so good,” she murmured, her voice low as she collapsed on my chest.
Mark handed Sara a towel. His lazy, smug smirk was infectious. “Here,” he said, leaning back. “Clean up, gorgeous.” Then he turned and left the room, heading to the kitchen.
I turned to Sara, her body still trembling against mine, her lips flushed and glistening. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed me hard. The taste of my cum—salty, slightly bitter, and unmistakably raw—lingered on her lips, and it was intoxicating. I melted into her, completely consumed.
When Sara finally pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “That was incredible,” she whispered, resting against my chest.
I stroked her hair gently. “You’re gorgeous, babe.”
She giggled softly. “Look at what our neighbours started.”
“I love it,” I said, kissing her head. “I’m so glad we decided to do this.”
Her grin deepened as she traced her fingers lightly over my chest. “They opened the door,” she murmured. “We just stepped through.”
I smirked, grabbing the towel to gently wipe Sara’s back, cleaning the traces of Mark’s release from her damp, heated skin. As I ran the towel over her, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I loved watching Sara take Mark’s huge cock, the way her body responded to him, and how natural and thrilling it all felt. “Watching you with him was incredible,” I whispered.
Mark returned, still naked, carrying a tray of drinks. He set it down with a relaxed smile. Sara glanced at me, her expression daring.
“Let’s have a drink,” Mark said.
Sara took a glass, sipping slowly before setting it down. She smiled coyly. “So, boys, are you ready for round two?”
I felt my arousal building again, my body responding to the charged energy in the room. Our relationship had crossed a threshold that redefined everything we thought we knew about ourselves. We were nervous at first, but now there was no turning back. We were all in.
