She should have been shocked.
Watching her husband bent over the arm of the sofa, flushed and whimpering while Marcus, massive, hulking Marcus, fucked him with slow, powerful thrusts that made the furniture creak?
She sat on the armchair just metres away, knees drawn up, two fingers idly teasing her slick, throbbing clit. She hadn’t even meant to start touching herself. Not really. But she couldn’t help it. Her hand just moved.
Beside her, Tasha had joined her. Her robe had slipped off entirely, her fingers pumping in and out of her glistening cunt, her other hand groping her own breast as she watched the men with a look that was half-devotion, half-animal lust.
Leilani couldn’t stop watching the way Marcus was fucking Makoa, his hand gripping her husband’s cock, jerking it in time with each thrust, while Makoa’s hips twitched and bucked like he couldn’t decide if it was too much or not enough.
The room was humid with sweat and sex, the smell of lube and cum thick in the air.
Next to her Tasha was panting, her hand moving faster, biting her lip so hard it had turned white.
Leilani turned to her, eyes wide, chest tight, arousal bubbling just beneath the surface of every nerve ending.
She whispered, “Should we, help each other?”
Tasha blinked. Her fingers stilled. She turned, and for a moment, Leilani thought maybe she’d said something wrong.
Then Tasha smiled. “Oh, baby,” she purred, sitting up slightly, her fingers still glistening. “I thought you’d never ask.” She leaned in to kiss her.
Their mouths met with a desperation that made Leilani’s breath catch. Tasha tasted like wine and sweat, her lips soft but urgent, her tongue pressing past Leilani’s with greedy ease.
Leilani moaned into her, her body already trembling as Tasha pulled her closer, fingers gripping Leilani’s hips, bodies pressed tight. Breasts squashed together, thighs sliding against one another, heat blooming between them.
Neither of them had done this before. But they were just doing what felt right.
Leilani’s hand slid up Tasha’s side, fingers curling around her breast. The weight of it was perfect, the nipple already hard, and Tasha groaned when Leilani’s thumb flicked across it.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Tasha breathed, breaking the kiss just long enough to gasp. “Keep touching me. Don’t be shy.”
Leilani wasn’t. Her other hand slid down Tasha’s belly, grazing the soft curve of her stomach, finding the top of her mound. The heat radiating from between her thighs was intense, almost startling.
She dipped lower. She slipped her fingers down and between Tasha’s folds.
Her fingertips came away slick, her touch met with a needy moan from Tasha as she began to stroke slowly, gently. The folds were soft, the texture familiar from her explorations of herself, the way her fingers moved over them making both of them shiver.
Tasha’s legs parted wider.
“Faster,” she whispered. “Don’t be afraid of making a mess.”
At the same time, Tasha’s own hand slid between Leilani’s legs. No hesitation at all. Two fingers pushed straight into her already-wet cunt. They both gasped in sync.
Their foreheads pressed together, mouths open, panting against each other’s lips as they fingered each other, slow and deep.
“Oh my God,” Leilani moaned.
“Right?” Tasha chuckled, kissing her again. “I didn’t think we would go this far when I lured you into swinging with us.”
Their hands moved faster, hips rolling against each other’s palms. Leilani thrust her fingers in deep, curling instinctively, and Tasha whined, her own pace faltering as she was overcome with pleasure.
Leilani broke the kiss with a gasp. “I want more.”
Tasha smirked, her voice thick. “You want to be filled, don’t you?”
Leilani nodded, breathless. “Yes.”
Tasha reached over without a word and held up a massive black dildo. She must have brought it down with the lube earlier.
She held it up between them, cocked her head slightly, and grinned. “You ready to feel what made me scream so loud earlier? And what made you’re husband so keen to try that?” She nodded over to Marcus pounding away and Makoa’s ass. Both men were engrossed in their fun.
Leilani stared at it, wide-eyed, panting. Her cunt clenched at just the sight. “Do it,” she whispered. “I want it.”
Tasha leaned in for one more kiss, slow, deep, lingering, then pulled back and positioned the dildo between Leilani’s thighs.
“Spread wide for me, baby,” she murmured. “I’m going to stretch you wide open.”
Leilani cried out, a sharp gasp that turned into a moan as the thick toy parted her folds and slid in, inch by delicious inch.
“Ohh fuck! Tasha! Tasha!”
Leilani was writhing now, hips lifting to meet each slow thrust as Tasha eased the toy in and out of her drenched cunt. Her fingers moved to her own nipples, tugging and twisting them while her other hand slipped down to stroke her clit, moaning with every slow pump of the dildo.
Tasha fucked her steadily, one hand guiding the toy, the other gripping Leilani’s thigh, keeping her open and taken. Their mouths broke and rejoined in gasps and groans, moaning into each other’s mouths as their bodies rocked together.
“Oh god, yes,” Leilani whimpered between kisses. “It’s so big!”
A loud grunt from the other side of the room: Marcus, pounding Makoa, hard. Makoa’s voice followed, wrecked and breathless: “Yes, fuck, Marcus, don’t stop!”
Tasha smirked, eyes locked on Leilani. “You and your husband are both getting some big black cock right now.”
Leilani moaned, high, shameless, cunt clenching hard around the dildo.
Tasha leaned down, kissing her hard again, hips grinding as she fucked the toy deeper, faster, her hand now slapping against slick skin.
“I want to taste you,” Tasha breathed, sliding down to her knees in front of the armchair. “I’ve never done it before but, Jesus, I need it.”
Leilani couldn’t speak. Could only spread her legs wider.
Tasha pulled the huge dildo out of Tasha, leaving her cunt gaping open for a moment, before slowly tightening again. Then she leaned in and licked, one slow, flat stroke up Leilani’s slit, stopping to suck gently on her clit.
Leilani screamed. “Oh my God, Tasha!” Tasha moaned into her cunt like she was devouring a feast, licking and sucking, tongue pressing deep as her fingers returned, thrusting, curling, stroking her insides with great dexterity.
Leilani’s thighs shook. She fisted Tasha’s tight curly black hair and rode her mouth shamelessly, hips grinding as her orgasm crested fast, too fast. “I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Tasha didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Just groaned in approval, sucking her clit harder, driving her fingers faster.
Leilani shattered.
Her body locked. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Her cunt spasmed around Tasha’s fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
When it finally broke, she collapsed back into the chair, trembling, soaked, and utterly ruined.
Tasha sat back on her heels, lips shiny with slick, panting.
“Well,” she said, licking her fingers. “That’s something I’ll try again.”
