Give Me All Your Yes

My Summer Project Part 5: Give Me All Your Yes

-- Chapter 1: Temptation Waits

"It's just a high I get off you..."

"The truth wasn't hidden. It was just waiting for someone bold enough to taste it."

-- Rayna Simons

The hot tub steamed in the moonlight, curling tendrils of vapor rising into the cooling summer night. Four glasses clinked in a lazy toast. The scent of lime and tequila lingered in the air. Skin glistened under the flicker of the torch lights.

Bobbi and Frank sat side-by-side, their legs touching under the water. Frank's hand rested on Bobbi's thigh, occasionally stroking her smooth skin as she leaned in to whisper something naughty. Rayna settled beside Frank, her hip pressing into his as she sipped her margarita, the wraparound sarong now discarded. Across from them, Tom took the last open seat until Rayna patted the space beside her.

"Closer," she purred. "I won't bite... unless asked."

Tom obeyed, his arm brushing hers. Rayna tilted her glass in mock salute and smiled.

They chatted at first about music, lakeside memories, old crushes. The tension, though dulled by liquor and laughter, never faded. It shimmered just beneath the surface.

Then Tom leaned forward. "So. Back to my question from earlier. What made you set all this in motion, Bobbi? The body shots, the... extracurriculars."

Bobbi didn't hesitate. She took a long sip of her margarita and sighed dramatically. "It was watching you two."

"I didn't plan it. Not really. But..." She leaned in, her voice lower. "When I was sunbathing, first, Rayna... you stood in the window, naked, rubbing his spunk into your tits. Then, a few minutes later, Tom showed up in the same window. Still hard. Still sweaty."

"You were naked. Both of you. You weren't exactly subtle."

Rayna started to respond, but Bobbi lifted a hand.

"I'm not judging. It was hot. Really hot. And unexpected. That's when the seed was planted."

She sipped again, ice clinking softly in the glass. "The two of you... so wound tight. So proper. But at lunch? Rayna, you practically eye-fucked Frank across the chicken skewers."

Rayna blushed, but didn't deny it.

"And Tom?" Bobbi turned, eyes gleaming. "Your eyes undressed me the moment you stepped onto the deck."

Tom looked away with a sheepish smile.

"After the meeting, the path started to become clear. Rayna, you confessed how badly you wanted Frank. That you'd been fantasizing about him for weeks."

Rayna nodded.

"So, I thought... what if I gave everyone just enough space to act on what they already wanted? No coercion. Not even suggestion. Just permission."

She laughed softly. "And when I saw your suits stretched over your cocks when Rayna and I walked into the kitchen? That was my sign. You were both so hard. Rayna needed it. Tom needed it. And I? I needed to stir the pot."

She looked at Frank. "And you needed to see what openness looks like. Intimacy that doesn't hide. Raw. Honest. Unashamed."

A moment of silence passed. No one argued.

"So I gave you a nudge."

Frank raised an eyebrow. "That was more than a nudge."

Bobbi grinned. "Okay, a shove."

"I'm glad you did," Rayna whispered, her hands slipping over Tom and Frank's thighs under the water.

Bobbi leaned back. "It wasn't just about sex. It was about freedom. About helping you stop hiding."

This isn't just a weekend diversion. I'm reshaping them... uncoiling their shame, giving them a taste of what it means to be free. Maybe it's selfish. Maybe I just needed someone else to stop pretending. So I can feel free to be myself.

Rayna nodded slowly. "You're right."

Another pause.

"Why were you sunbathing nude?" Tom asked, raising an eyebrow. "What was that about?"

"I wanted an even tan," Bobbi grinned. "And... I wanted to tease Frankie."

"How did you two end up making love this morning?" Rayna asked, brow furrowed. "You just met, right?"

"It was a happy accident..." Bobbi shrugged with a playful smile.

"She got excited when I offered a solution to one of her projects," Frank added, his voice amused.

"I did. I jumped into his lap..." Bobbi's voice turned soft with memory. "I was already flushed seeing his reaction to me. Knowing he was looking at my body. I could see his eyes staring at what should have been covered with my panties. My skirt had ridden up. I bounced on him and... suddenly... I felt it."

Rayna blinked. "You mean..."

Bobbi nodded slowly. "His cock slid right inside me. Right through his chinos. I don't even know how. But it did. I landed... and there was this heat... pressure... and then I was filled."

Frank added quietly, "She froze for a second. I did too. Then she... moved."

"I couldn't stop," Bobbi said. "Feeling him fill me like that... even wrapped in his pants... it drove me crazy. I started grinding, rocking... I came, hard, right there on his lap. My pussy soaked his pants. And then... well, then the zipper came down."

Tom just stared, jaw slightly slack.

Rayna's hand squeezed Frank's thigh under the water. "Goddamn."

"Why weren't you wearing panties?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

"That's another story..." Bobbi said, lips curling wickedly.

"Yeah, I'd like to hear how you ended up at my house this morning without your undies," Frank said, eyes twinkling.

Bobbi leaned back slightly, stretching her arms across the rim of the tub, breasts cresting the water, nipples taut from the cool air. She glanced at Rayna and Tom, then back to Frank, her expression playfully conspiratorial.

"On the flight here, this older guy sitting next to me wouldn't leave me alone," Bobbi said, voice light with mock exasperation. "Even after I gave him every signal short of stabbing him with a fork. It wasn't the age thing... I've had plenty of older men. But he was married, smug, and full of that 'I can rock your world' energy that always hides a very average lay."

Frank laughed. "That still doesn't explain how you lost your underwear."

Bobbi smirked, swirling her drink. "Well... if you really want to know... on the flight here. First class. Red-eye. And no, I didn't board panty-less."

Rayna sipped her margarita slowly. "So... what happened? Tell us everything."

Bobbi leaned back, stretching like a cat reliving a decadent memory. "Everything?"

Rayna nodded, a lusty look in her eyes. "Yes, all the sordid details."

"This guy, he's one of those types... You know, silver hair, gold watch, wedding band shining like a beacon. Thought he was irresistible."

Tom groaned. "God, I hate that type." He chuckled softly and sipped his drink.

"He wouldn't shut up. Tried to play footsie, touched my leg, kept leaning into my space. I finally got him to stop groping, but not the running commentary. I ignored him, but he kept trying. Foot on mine. Talking about his consulting firm and how 'young minds need real mentors.' Ugh."

"I tried to shut him down by working on my book. I opened my laptop and tried to write... bad idea. I tried to work on my latest erotic romance. He started reading over my shoulder. And that... only made things worse... It made him bolder."

"You write erotica?" Frank blinked.

"Erotic literature," she corrected with a grin. "Under a pen name... Bart Kim. You can find me on Amazon. I have three books of short stories. Some fictionalized tales based on my experiences, some pure fantasy."

Rayna's eyes lit up. "Oh my God..."

"Anyway," she continued, "red-eye flight, cabin lights down, everyone asleep. He's still jabbering. And I was just... done. So I finally got fed up and figured I'd deal with him on my terms."

"You blew him," Tom said, not asking.

"I know, I know... cheaters are scum. But he was driving me insane, and let's face it... guys like that? One and done. So I made him earn it. I pulled the blanket up higher and slid forward in my seat. I pulled his hand between my legs and told him to work for it. He slipped his hand between my thighs, thinking he was being clever. Thinking he was in control."

She let that sit for a few breaths, glancing at Rayna.

"Details, girl.... Like you're writing one of your stories..." Rayna grinned.

Bobbi smile. "His fingers were thick and rough but skilled. He curled two inside me, finding just the right angle, while his thumb circled my clit with surprising precision. He didn't ask, didn't talk... just got to work."

Frank exhaled audibly. Rayna's lips parted, eyes wide, the water sloshing softly as she shifted closer.

"I spread my legs wider," Bobbi continued. "Let him get deeper. I came fast. Quiet but intense. Had to bite my lip not to moan. He felt how soaked I was, and that seemed to embolden him. He added a third finger, working them in and out as I squirmed in my seat, clenching around him."

Tom was openly stroking himself now, his eyes glassy with arousal.

"I came again, gripping the armrests, barely holding it together. My thighs trembled like jelly. He leaned in and whispered, 'Now you owe me.' So I got on my knees between his legs. Blanket over both of us."

Frank's knuckles whitened around his glass.

"He was already hard," Bobbi purred. "I mean rock hard. His cock wasn't bad, either. Seven inches, cut, decent girth, thick bulbous head, and thankfully, freshly showered. I stroked him with one hand, cupped his balls with the other, and let my mouth do the rest. I licked the tip first, tasting a salty bead of precum. Then I slid my lips over the crown, slow and steady. Sucked the head, tongued the ridge, swallowed the shaft..."

Rayna shivered, her hand slipping under the water finding Tom and Frank's stiff cocks. She slowly stroked their hard shafts.

"I took him deep," Bobbi went on, her voice soft and dangerous. "Not all at once, but far enough to make his thighs jump. I stroked him and cupped his balls, massaging gently, rolling them with my fingers. My lips slid up and down, sucking him slow and wet."

Tom groaned, sliding his hand up Rayna's thigh, finding Frank's already rubbing her sex.

"I kept the rhythm slow, teasing. Swirled my tongue around the head, then deep-throated him again. The blanket slipped off us when I opened my bra and rubbed my nipples over his tip, spreading his precum. He was trying so hard not to squirm. I was licking it off my nipples when I saw her."

Rayna's brow furrowed. "Who?"

"The head flight attendant. She was in my seat. Watching."

Frank's eyebrows rose.

"She just sat there," Bobbi said. "Hands in her lap. Watching me suck this guy like it was a live sex show. Her red lips were parted, and her green eyes were glued to my mouth."

"She didn't stop you?" Tom asked, breathless.

"She started touching herself," Bobbi smirked. "One hand under her skirt, the other palming her breast. I swear, she was whispering to herself. The guy tried to reach over and grab her thigh... she slapped his hand, didn't even look at him. Her eyes stayed on me."

Frank's cock twitched in Rayna's hand. She whimpered softly.

"She leaned in and said she wanted to see him cum on my face. So I picked up the pace. I let his cock slide between my tits and spat on them, pushed them together, and fucked him that way. He was panting, practically trembling. Then I went back to sucking, deep and rough. I felt him tense... I let him pull out, and the first spurt splattered my face and hair with a thick line of cum, before I dragged him back into my throat. The flight attendant moaned."

Rayna let out a soft, needy moan. Frank had two fingers inside her, while Tom worked her clit.

"I swallowed every drop after that," Bobbi said. "Held him deep while he pulsed and spilled down my throat. Then I looked up. Her knees parted, her hand moving under her short skirt. Her blouse open, hard pebbles tipped her small breasts. Her lips opened, the word 'please' floated on a whisper."

"So you...?" Rayna asked.

Bobbi's grin returned. "I moved over and knelt before her. She pulled her hand from between her legs, fingers slick and shiny. She spread them without hesitation and slid her butt to the edge of the seat. Pulling up her skirt, she wore no panties. Her pussy was smooth and swollen and glistening. She smelled like need."

Rayna bit her lip as she jacked Frank and Tom's erect cocks under the water. All three softly moaned as Bobbi spoke.

"I started with her clit. Gentle licks. It was large, like a tiny cock, standing erect out of her wet folds. I sucked on it, swirled my tongue around it pulling slow moans from her throat. She tangled her fingers in my hair and ground her mound into my mouth. I slid two fingers inside her and worked her open while I devoured her. Her juices coated my lips. She muffled her cry with her hand when she came, clenching around my fingers. Her body stiffened and her legs shot out, she flooded my face with her cum. I didn't stop. She didn't want me to. In only moments, she came again, hips coming off the seat, gripping my hair and whispering, 'Don't stop.' Her pussy convulsed, her lips puffy and slick in my mouth... tasted like she'd been fantasizing about that for years."

"As I tenderly cleaned her, she pulled me up, her lips pressed into mine, and we kissed. Our tongues briefly sparred, before she licked her cum from my face. The all but forgotten guy in 2D groaned, and we glanced over to see him spilling his cum into the blanket. We laughed, and Caren, her name, slipped out of my seat."

Rayna was breathing hard, squeezing the men's cocks, Frank's fingers deep between her folds, Tom fondling her breasts.

"Caren whispered as she helped me up and took me to the front galley to clean up. No other flight attendants were up there at the time. That's when the idea hit me. I used my panties to clean his cum from my face and hair. Brushed my teeth, rinsed with whiskey.."

Bobbi's smile turned wicked.

"I took off my bra, and when I got back to my seat, he was snoring. Pants open, cock still hanging out, dripping on the floor between his feet. I used my bra and wiped up some of the cum off the blanket, then opened the overhead, unzipped his carry-on, and stuffed my bra and panties into the bottom."

Frank blinked. "You left your underwear in his bag?"

"I gifted them to him. I imagine his wife's found them by now." Bobbi chuckled. "Maybe she stormed out. Maybe she's torched his wardrobe. Either way, he got what he deserved."

By the time Bobbi finished, the hot tub water was steaming for more than one reason.

Rayna's hands gripped the cocks of the men on either side of her. Her eyes were glazed with heat as Tom and Frank's hands glided over her body..

"That's... damn," Rayna whispered. "You're like some kind of sexual avenging angel."

"Or demon," Tom muttered.

Frank leaned in and kissed Bobbi hard, his tongue slipping into her mouth, his hand sliding up to cup her breast.

"You're fucking unreal."

Bobbi purred against his lips. "I told you I was something special, Frankie."

Rayna, breathless and flushed from the story... and the tequila... Let go of the men, abandoning their erections. Her body glided easily through the water, and climbed onto Bobbi's lap. She straddled her thighs and pressed their chests together, warm skin on skin, nipples brushing, the contact electric. Their mouths met in a kiss that was slow at first... wet and searching... then deepened fast, turning feral. Rayna's hips began to rock, slick folds gliding along the firm muscle of Bobbi's thigh.

Bobbi moaned into her mouth, tightening her grip on Rayna's ass beneath the surface. She flexed her leg upward, meeting Rayna's grind with subtle force. Her thigh slid right against Rayna's soaked slit, and the friction made Rayna gasp.

Oh God, I'm going to cum just like this...

Tom and Frank were already shifting toward them, their cocks hard and heavy just beneath the surface. The water sloshed gently as they each reached down, stroking themselves slowly, eyes locked on the women wrapped around each other like serpents.

Rayna broke the kiss first, eyes blazing. She reached out, her hands finding both cocks... Frank's first, then Tom's. She stroked them at the same pace, her wrists turning, fingers curling around their swollen shafts. Tom and Frank moved up onto a step, the churning water splashed as their cocks and Rayna's hands rose from the water. Her breath came harder, faster, as Bobbi's thigh flexed beneath her again.

They're watching. They're so hard. And they want us.

Bobbi lowered her mouth and closed it around Rayna's nipple. She sucked hard, pulling it between her teeth and biting gently before laving it with her tongue. Rayna arched, a strangled moan escaping her throat. Frank's cock jerked in her hand.

She's going to make me cum like this...

Then Bobbi's hand wrapped around the base of Frank's cock. Frank groaned as both women stroked him. Bobbi lifted her eyes to Rayna and pulled Frank toward her. Rayna let go as Bobbi turned her head, and took Frank's cock into her mouth. He gasped aloud, the sound guttural, primal. His hips jerked, but she controlled the rhythm, her lips gliding down his length with practiced hunger. Rayna watched it all... Bobbi's mouth stretching around Frank's thick head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep.

Rayna whimpered, then turned and kissed Frank hard, catching his moan. Bobbi didn't stop. Her hands returned to Rayna's hips, grinding her tighter against her leg as her tongue flicked along the underside of Frank's shaft.

Tom moved closer, brushing Rayna's shoulder, then tracing her spine with his fingertips. His voice was low, reverent. "You're gorgeous like this."

Rayna gripped Tom's cock tighter, stroking it harder now, her breath catching.

I'm surrounded. Their hands, their mouths... God, I never imagined this...

Then Bobbi pulled off Frank with a soft pop and turned toward Tom. "Don't feel left out."

She reached for him, but Rayna beat her to it, guiding Tom's cock to her mouth and sucking him in without preamble. Her lips slid down his shaft, eyes fluttering closed as she took him deep, her throat working as she swallowed around his girth. Tom's hand slipped into her hair.

Bobbi turned back to Frank, licking the crown of his cock and teasing the slit before wrapping her lips around him again, working him in tandem with Rayna's attention to Tom.

The men moaned, deep and broken.

This is unreal... Frank thought. Her mouth... and watching Rayna like that...

Bobbi's free hand slid between Rayna's thighs again, two fingers pressing into her slick heat, curling up as they drove inside her. Rayna moaned around Tom's cock, the vibration making him gasp. Her thighs tensed. She sucked harder.

I'm going to lose it... Tom thought. But I don't want this to end...

Rayna's hand slipped between Bobbi's legs, her fingers finding Bobbi's thick folds. Her long fingers pushed deep. Bobbi shuddered from the penetration. Rayna's fingers twisted and flexed.

Moaning, Bobbi picked up the pace on Frank, twisting her hand as her lips slid up and down his shaft. Her mouth was wet, messy, perfect.

Rayna came first.

She pulled off Tom with a cry, her hips jerking against Bobbi's thigh as her orgasm crashed through her. Bobbi's fingers inside her never slowed, fucking her through it. Rayna's hand still gripped Tom's cock, her fingers now slick with his precum. Her other plunging rapidly into Bobbi, her thumb on Bobbi's clit, sliding over the piercing and rubbing the nub hard.

Frank was next. His hands clamped on Bobbi's head as his orgasm tore through him. He groaned deep, hips twitching, thrusting his cock into her throat as he came in thick, pulsing bursts. Eyes wide, Bobbi swallowed, slow and deliberate, taking each pulse of his cum. Frank's thick head slipping in and out of her throat each time. Bobbi's tongue swirls his crown when he slides from her mouth before releasing him as her own orgasm ripped through her, body convulsing on Rayna's hand. Her hips thrusting, pussy clenching the fingers inside her.

"OH, fucking God..." she cries, Frank's cum dripping from her lips.

Tom couldn't hold back. He jerked forward, his cock erupting across Rayna's bare breasts as she gasped from her aftershocks. He groaned, shuddering as she took him into her mouth, milked him with both hands, stroking him through every twitch. Rayna's cheeks collapse in, swallowing Tom's seed.

All four of them stilled... panting, trembling, flushed.

Rayna collapsed against Bobbi's chest, her breath hot and ragged in her ear. Frank leaned back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed, his heart pounding. Tom slumped beside them, draping his arm across Rayna's back.

Steam curled around them, moonlight glittering on water beaded over flushed skin.

Bobbi kissed Rayna's temple, then looked up with a wicked grin, voice low and sated.

"I think we all need a refill..."

-- Chapter 2: Hungry Like the Wolf

"In touch with the ground / I'm on the hunt down after you..."

"Desire doesn't care about timing. It shows up when it wants and takes what it needs."

-- Cathy Hollis

Ted was animated and talked nearly constantly on the drive down to Mt. Prospect. Cathy thought it was cute; he acted like a teenager who had just met his sports hero. Which, in a way, he had. The arrival of Dr. Bobbi Baxter at their home earlier that morning had set him buzzing... eyes bright, voice eager, like a starstruck kid. Cathy smiled to herself, amused by his excitement. Bobbi was exactly the kind of person Ted idolized: brilliant, driven, accomplished, a real-life pioneer whose mere presence had energized him completely.

Yet beneath his youthful excitement, Cathy sensed the heavy undertow of disappointment nagging him since the early morning call. It wasn't resentment towards his mother... Ted never hesitated; he was, above all, a devoted son. Rather, his frustration lay with his sister, Elle, who never seemed able to manage such situations, even briefly. Still, Cathy understood Ted well enough to know that even if Elle had everything in hand, Ted would have come anyway. His familial devotion was as unwavering as his admiration for extraordinary minds like Bobbi's.

Elle Hollis, five years older than Ted, had been the wild child of the family. She'd run away at seventeen, leaving behind a trail of worry and unanswered questions. Her return eight years later... triggered by their father's death... was brief and perfunctory. From there, Elle 's life had unfolded in chapters defined by restlessness and fleeting romances. Men, women, towns... each passed through her life without anchoring her to anything meaningful. Cathy often wondered privately whether Elle was ever truly happy in her adventures, or if her wanderlust was merely a futile search for something deeper, elusive.

Then, eight years ago, Elle had appeared unexpectedly at their doorstep... bruised, frightened, finally asking for help. Ted had stepped up immediately, working tirelessly through legal battles and emotional turmoil. Cathy had marveled at her husband's quiet strength, watching him shelter his broken sister with compassion rather than judgment. Elle had stayed with them for over a year, eventually trading her nomadic life for the quiet responsibility of caring for their aging mother, Doreen. A trained nurse, Elle had the heart and skill to handle daily care, but Ted managed the larger tasks... insurance, mortgages, the bureaucracy that overwhelmed her. It seemed like the right arrangement, even if at times Cathy privately wondered how long it would last.

By the time Ted and Cathy arrived in Mt. Prospect shortly before eleven, the morning felt half gone. After a quick conversation with the charge nurse about Doreen's condition, they stepped into her room. Elle hovered at the bedside, visibly rattled. In sharp contrast, Doreen sat propped up, her broken arm waving animatedly in its cast as she argued loudly with anyone who'd listen about her discomfort, the quality of hospital food, and her absolute certainty that she did not need to be there. Cathy suppressed a grin at Dori's trademark spirit, even as concern tugged gently at her heart. Recently, Doreen had begun to forget small things... things that shouldn't be forgotten. Cathy and Ted had shared quiet conversations about it, deciding it wasn't yet time to burden Elle with the worry.

"Why am I here?" Doreen yelled, eyes flashing with indignation as her son and daughter-in-law entered.

"You fell last night, Dori," Cathy responded gently, taking her mother-in-law's good hand in hers. "The doctors just want to make sure you're okay before they let you out."

"Ted, do your lawyer shit and get me out of here," Doreen huffed, turning sharply to her son.

"Mom," Ted began, his voice calm yet firm, the quiet authority Cathy recognized well, "you took a bad fall. Let the doctors do their job. Cathy and I are staying right here until we can take you home."

"Jesus Christ!" Doreen burst out. "Just get the fucking priest and have him give me last rites then!"

"Dori!" Cathy exclaimed with mock horror, eyes twinkling. "You're not dying... at least not yet. But if you keep cussing like that, I'll hold the pillow over your face myself."

Doreen glared at her daughter-in-law, holding a fierce scowl for a full beat before bursting into laughter. Her mirth spread instantly, softening the mood in the small room.

"Thanks for coming down," Elle finally said, visibly relieved as she hugged Ted, then Cathy. "I've gotta head to work." Elle paused, turning to Cathy again. "She's been an ornery cuss for the last few days. It's good you're here, Cat. She listens to you." Elle squeezed Cathy one last time before making her way toward the door.

"Oh," Elle paused again, her voice tired, "they're running some tests. The nurses think she might have a UTI. Antibiotics should clear it up quick." She flashed a weary smile before disappearing down the hallway.

"Well, Mama D," Cathy teased affectionately once Elle was gone, "that might explain things."

"Fuck her," Doreen snapped, eyes rolling dramatically. "She's been a bitch ever since menopause set in."

A nurse entered quietly, carrying a small bag of antibiotics. "She does have a UTI. Pretty common with older women," she explained reassuringly, hooking the medicine into Doreen's intravenous line. Pulling out a small hypodermic needle, she injected a clear fluid into the tubing. "Doctor also ordered a mild sedative. It should help her rest... she didn't sleep much last night."

"Thank you," Cathy murmured appreciatively. Settling into a chair near Doreen's bed, she watched as her mother-in-law's eyes began to flutter softly, the sedative working its calming magic.

Throughout the day, Cathy kept noticing Ted's heightened energy... his lingering gaze, the frequent brushes of his hand against hers, touches that lasted just a heartbeat longer than necessary. Something had clearly stirred in him, some spark rekindled by this unusual day of unexpected turmoil, closeness, and perhaps lingering excitement from meeting Dr. Bobbi Baxter.

It wasn't merely Bobbi's formidable intellect and professional brilliance that Cathy had noticed earlier that morning, as they stood briefly together in the foyer of their home. It was her beauty... striking yet warmly approachable, her presence suffused with a humor that felt authentic and effortless. And beneath it all, a humble sensuality radiated from the petite blonde scientist, something Cathy herself had sensed immediately. The gentle way Bobbi smiled, the inviting ease in her laughter, the subtly provocative sway of her body... Cathy felt a brief, unexpected flutter herself. If Bobbi had stirred Ted's imagination, Cathy understood why completely.

She felt her own pulse quicken at the awareness, warmth spreading low in her belly as she met Ted's eyes again. She wasn't jealous. If anything, she was amused and pleasantly intrigued by the effect Bobbi's charismatic presence seemed to have had on her husband... and herself.

Cathy felt oddly grateful for these stolen moments of intimacy amid the chaos. Perhaps, she mused quietly, it was the paradox of caring... the fragile threads of mortality... that reminded Ted, and herself, just how much they needed each other. Or perhaps it was simply the residual electricity of meeting someone like Bobbi Baxter... someone whose brilliance and unassuming allure left ripples of excitement in their wake. Either way, Cathy found herself savoring Ted's attentions, a playful anticipation building steadily within her.

By evening, Ted's secret hunger had become unmistakable. His eyes traced the shape of her, drinking in every sway of her hips, every flash of thigh as she crossed her legs. Cathy noticed. She didn't mind.

She loved when he got like this. A little unhinged. A little undone. Animal beneath the elegance, barely holding himself together.

Visiting hours ended. Doreen rested peacefully, allowing Ted and Cathy to finally head out toward Doreen's townhouse. They should have been tired, drained by the day's events, but a restless heat simmered beneath their skin, refusing to dissipate. On the drive home from the hospital, Ted's hand found her knee almost instinctively. It started innocently enough, fingertips tracing gentle circles against her skin. But by the time they turned onto Golf Road, his touch had become something else entirely... demanding, possessive, edged with hunger. His fingers inched slowly higher, teasingly grazing along the sensitive inner thigh.

Damn, he can't wait. I love it.

Cathy shifted in her seat, breathing heavier, spreading her legs slightly... an unspoken, unequivocal invitation. Without a word, she tugged her skirt upward inch by torturous inch until it bunched around her hips, exposing creamy skin in the muted glow of streetlights. Eyes never leaving Ted's profile, she reached beneath the fabric, hooked her thumbs into the lace waistband of her panties, and slid them slowly down her thighs, her body lifting slightly from the seat as she pulled them off. With a playful smile, she dropped the warm, damp lace onto the console between them.

Ted growled low in his throat, his gaze darkening, primal and possessive.

"Keep your eyes on the road... baby," Cathy purred.

Ted obeyed his sexy wife as he slipped his fingers between her parted thighs, sinking into her slick, hot sex. Cathy let out a sharp gasp as two pressed deep, filling her slowly, deliberately. She tilted her hips upward eagerly, grinding herself shamelessly onto his invading hand.

"Oh fuck, Teddy..." she whispered huskily, voice trembling with desire.

A wicked grin flashed across his face as he pushed a third finger inside her, twisting them gently, rhythmically. Wet sounds filled the darkened car, a lewd harmony alongside the hum of tires and the soft pulse of the Burmester sound system. Cathy's head fell back, eyes fluttering closed, breath catching sharply as pleasure surged through her.

She palmed one breast, squeezing roughly through her blouse, her fingers finding and pinching her hard nipple. The fingernails of her other hand dug into the smooth leather of the arm rest, knuckles white as the intensity built, nerves sparking wildly.

"Jesus... fuck... don't stop... fuck, please don't stop."

He increased his pace, thumb circling expertly over her swollen clit. She bucked against him, her thighs trembling as heat coiled tighter, hotter, sharper inside her.

Her orgasm tore through her without warning... fast, brutal, overwhelming. Her pussy spasmed violently, muscles clamping down around his plunging fingers, flooding his hand with her hot juices. Cathy bit hard on her lip, muffling a scream as her body convulsed, thighs shaking uncontrollably, the force of her release leaving her dazed and breathless.

Ted pulled his drenched hand away slowly, lifting his fingers to his mouth. His eyes darted between the road and hers as he deliberately tasted her, savoring every glistening drop. "Messy girl," he murmured, voice thick and rough with arousal.

Cathy, still flushed and trembling, leaned over boldly, her hands quickly finding his belt and expertly freeing him from the confines of his shorts. His cock sprang free, thick, rock-hard, and already dripping with precum. She stroked him once, slow and firm, feeling his pulse jump beneath her fingers, before lowering her head to slide her lips over his swollen crown.

Payback's a bitch...

"Oh Christ..." Ted groaned, knuckles turning pale as his grip on the steering wheel tightened, his other hand tangling possessively in her hair.

Cathy took him deep, eagerly swallowing him to the base, throat tightening around his impressive girth. Slick saliva coated his shaft, creating a hot, obscene rhythm of sucking and slurping sounds that filled the tight space of the car. She reveled in the heavy weight of him on her tongue, the powerful tremors rippling through his thighs as she worked him.

"God... Cat..." he groaned, voice strained.

She hummed around his shaft, vibrations coursing through his cock. It was all it took to shatter his restraint completely.

Jesus, he's almost there.

As they turned onto his mother's quiet street, Ted suddenly pulled to the curb. His thighs went rigid, hips lifting involuntarily off the seat.

"Fuck... I'm gonna... "

But Cathy only tightened her lips around him, sucking harder, tongue flicking relentlessly beneath the sensitive underside of his throbbing head. Ted exploded, a ragged, animalistic sound tearing from his throat as hot jets of cum flooded her mouth in powerful bursts. She swallowed him greedily, milking him dry even as cum escaped the tight seal of her lips to drip obscenely down his balls, coating them in sticky warmth.

Ted shuddered violently beneath her, hips jerking helplessly with each pulse of cum. When she finally lifted her mouth off him, tongue darting out to catch the remaining droplets, he glanced down at her with eyes dazed, breath ragged, completely undone.

"Jesus, Cat..." he rasped, chest heaving.

Cathy grinned wickedly. Her voice teasing and sultry as she wiped her swollen lips with the back of her hand. "Told you I didn't mind."

I love when he gets like this.

She settled back into her seat, thighs still slick and shining in the dim light. She slowly trailed her finger along her inner thigh, watching him watch her, savoring the raw need still burning fiercely in his gaze.

"Next time, I want your tongue," she purred softly, letting the words hang thickly in the charged silence. "Just... not in the car."

Ted swallowed hard, his eyes darkening dangerously once more as he struggled for breath. "Fuck, Cathy... you're gonna kill me."

She laughed softly, throaty and seductive, as her finger danced tantalizingly close to her swollen clit. "Maybe," she teased, arching an eyebrow, "but what a way to go."

-- Chapter 3: Heat of the Moment

"It was the heat of the moment / Telling me what your heart meant..."

"I dared them to stop pretending... then lit the fuse myself."

-- Bobbi Baxter

Stars dotted the sky as the night deepened, the air cooling around them while soft curls of steam rose from the bubbling water. Four bodies rested in the Hollis' Jacuzzi... naked, flushed, relaxed. It had felt heat before, filtered pleasure from its water more than once. But not like this.

Not this kind of heat.

What would Dad think? Frank wondered, sinking lower into the water. He'd be pissed, no doubt. But Mom...

That thought hit differently, sending a jolt of intense, forbidden desire coursing through his veins.

His mother, Cathy Hollis... vibrant, open-minded, fiercely curious. The kind of woman who never flinched at uncomfortable truths, who had once, half-jokingly, told Frank's prom date that sexual confidence was just as important as SAT scores.

Would she laugh if she saw us? Would she sit on the edge of the tub, naked, glass of wine in hand, smirking at how uptight Dad would be?

He could almost hear her voice... teasing, low, and laced with a hint of mischief: "You think I've never seen or been skinny-dipping before? Or been fucked in a hot tub? I've done it all, and more."

And in some hazy, tequila-fueled corner of his mind, the image formed with vivid, explicit detail. Cathy stepped outside in one of her breezy linen robes, the fabric clinging to her curves, the belt loosely tied, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her naked body beneath. She raised an eyebrow at the moans and the sight of Tom and Rayna entwined in the hot tub, their bodies glistening with water and sweat. She wouldn't be shocked; she'd be aroused, intrigued. Amused. Watching with that bemused, knowing look that saw more than anyone realized, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and lust.

She'd shrug off her robe, letting it fall to the ground, the flicker of tiki lights casting a golden glow on her naked flesh. She'd slip into the hot, churning waters, her pale breasts floating above the surface, nipples hard and begging for touch. She joined Tom and Rayna, her body pressing against theirs, the heat of the tub amplifying their arousal.

Cathy would kiss Rayna passionately, her hands roaming over the younger woman's body, tracing the curves of her hips, the small of her back, the swell of her breasts. She'd tease and tantalize, her touch confident and commanding, drawing moans of pleasure from Rayna. Then, breaking the kiss, she'd turn her attention to Tom, taking him into her mouth, her lips and tongue working him with expert skill, her eyes locked on his, gauging his reactions, enjoying his pleasure.

Would she...?

No... Yes... the thought skipped, faltered, then circled back, growing more intense and explicit with each pass. He imagined Cathy's hands exploring every inch of their bodies, her touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He pictured her riding Tom, her body moving with a sinuous grace, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her blonde curls matted as Tom's cock moved in and out of her. Her moans mingled with Tom's and Rayna's. He saw Rayna joining them, her body pressing against Cathy's, their kisses growing more frenzied, more desperate. Cathy crying out as she came, Tom's face contorted as he pumped his cum into her womb.

The image was so vivid, so intense, that Frank could almost feel the heat of the tub, the slickness of their bodies, the urgency of their desires. It was a fantasy that pushed the boundaries of his imagination, a scene that was both taboo and incredibly arousing.

Could she... understand this? Want this?

Not in the way he and Bobbi had just shared it. But the freedom. The openness. The honest hunger, explored without shame. Would she want to feel that kind of life? To break out of the role she always seemed to carry... mom, wife, hostess... and just... be?

Frank's mind a jumble, but the idea lingered, curling through his thoughts like steam.

He shifted in the water, aware of his own body again, of the others beside him... Rayna's leg brushing his, Bobbi's thigh pressing close, Tom's breath as Rayna laid her head on his shoulder.

The night hadn't ended. Not yet.

--

Glasses full, Bobbi lifted hers with a gleam in her eye.

"Now," she said, "I propose a game."

Frank leaned in, grinning. "Truth or dare?"

Bobbi smirked. "Bingo."

They took turns around the tub. Bobbi started. At first, the questions were light.

"Rayna, have you ever had a sex dream about someone in this tub?"

She giggled. "More than one."

"Tom, Truth or Dare?" Frank asked.

"Truth."

"Ever watched porn at work?"

"God, yes. Thank you, incognito mode."

"Frank, Truth or Dare?" Rayna asked quickly.

"Truth."

"Are you hard right now?"

Frank looked down and laughed. "I'm sitting between two goddesses, naked. What do you think?"

"Bobbi, Truth or Dare? Tom asked.

"Dare... no... Truth."

"Have you ever had sex with more than one person?"

"At one time or in one night?"

"Are those different numbers?" Tom asked, startled.

"Oh, God, yes..." Bobbi grinned. "Four at once, somewhere above ten in one night. I was on Molly, so my memory is a bit fuzzy."

Rayna almost choked on her drink, and Frank chuckled.

"Jesus..." Tom gasped softly.

"Oh, he had nothing to do with it." Bobbi grinned.

The questions went on, rapid-fire for two more rounds.

Dares followed.

Frank accepted the first dare from Bobbi. "Stand up and stroke your cock for us."

Frank stood and slowly stroked his nearly eight-inch cock. He closed his eyes as his hand slipped up and down its length. His large ball sac swung to his rhythm. Rayna noticed for the first time that it had a slight downward bend. When he started to stroke himself faster, Bobbi told him to stop. Frank sat down, a little breathless.

Rayna took a dare from Frank to kiss Tom passionately. She didn't hesitate. With a sultry grin, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her slick heat pressed against his stiff cock, separated only by the thin veil of water and her bare skin. She rocked her hips, just once, slowly, and felt him throb beneath her.

Their lips met... soft at first, exploratory... then melted into a deeper hunger. Her hips ground down slightly as her tongue teased his, and Tom's hands found the curve of her ass under the water, gripping gently. A soft moan vibrated in her throat, carried into his mouth like a secret.

When she pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-lidded with want. She settled back beside him slowly, dragging her fingertips along his thigh as she went.

Rayna didn't bother to ask; she turned to Tom. "Tom, stroke your cock for us."

Tom hesitated and then stood. Gripping his cock he began to stroke it. Faster than Frank did. Rayna marveled at how his foreskin slipped over and off his fat, dark pink head. When precum started flowing from the tip, she wanted to lick it off. Instead, she told him to stop.

"Frank," Tom said, his voice still husky. "Massage Bobbi's breasts. Properly."

Frank turned to Bobbi, who raised her eyebrows with a knowing smile, arching subtly to offer herself. Her breasts rose just above the waterline, nipples hard and begging. His hands slid around her waist, slipping lower to rest on her hips as he moved between her legs, the tension building like electricity in the humid night air.

He cupped her breasts under the water, his thumbs finding the metal bars through her nipples. He teased her slowly at first... gentle circles, then firmer pinches. Bobbi's breath caught.

"Mmm... harder."

Frank obliged, pressing in. Her moans grew more urgent, and the others watched, transfixed.

Bobbi stood, rising slowly from the water like a vision. Droplets cascaded down her glowing skin. Frank stayed close, his hands traveling her wet body, his mouth finding her breasts. He sucked one nipple, then the other, his tongue flicking against the silver barbells. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her chest as her body arched forward in response.

"You're killing me," she gasped.

"Make her cum," Tom added, voice husky with lust.

Bobbi's gaze snapped to Frank's, all laughter gone... only heat, hunger, and something far deeper remained.

"Frankie..." she whispered, and turned, placing her hands on the edge of the hot tub for balance. Her ass pressed back into his hips, slick skin sliding against his length.

Frank's cock, hard and heavy, nestled between her cheeks. His hands gripped her waist as he guided himself down and between her thighs, his tip nudging the slick heat of her entrance.

This is it. Us. Again. But deeper this time... he thought, as he pressed forward.

Bobbi gasped as he entered her, slow and reverent. Her hands braced on the hot tub's edge, her body arched as he slid in inch by inch, stretching her. Their bodies pressed together in a perfect rhythm... no urgency, no wild abandon... just connection.

He feels... right. God, he feels like he belongs there.

Her eyes closed, overwhelmed.

Behind them, Rayna stood at the other edge of the tub, one hand slipping between her legs, breath short. She leaned against the tile, her body twitching as she watched Frank and Bobbi moving together. The sight was nearly too much... erotic, yes, but intimate in a way that pierced her.

Tom watched too, his hand slowly stroking himself, mesmerized by the rawness of what he saw.

Frank held Bobbi's hips as he thrust deeper, filling her again and again, each motion loving and sure. She trembled, her voice catching in her throat.

I've never felt this... not like this... like I'm being loved and fucked and worshipped at once...

Her orgasm slammed into her... no build-up, no warning... just overwhelming release. Her whole body seized around Frank, a cry tearing from her throat as her legs gave. Frank caught her, holding her up, still buried inside her.

Rayna came then too, a soft wail escaping as her body quaked, fingers buried between her thighs.

Frank didn't stop moving. He held Bobbi as she came again, a ripple of aftershocks, her cries quieter but no less intense. She turned her head to him, kissed him, breathless.

Frank's body shuddered. He felt it cresting... but not the familiar explosion. It was different. A surge of pressure, a release without the flood. His body locked, every nerve singing as the world fell away.

Oh my God... I'm...

It hit him like a storm, leaving him shaken, breathless... a powerful orgasm, but no ejaculation. Just trembling, just awe.

He held her. She clung to him. They stood together in the steam, heartbeats racing.

Tom and Rayna, still panting, sat back in the bubbling water. Neither spoke.

Bobbi finally exhaled, her lips brushing Frank's neck. "Holy shit."

Frank kissed her temple, his arms wrapped tight around her. "Yeah."

After a long silence, Bobbi turned her head, resting it against his shoulder. She looked over at the others and smiled, eyes glassy with release.

-- Chapter 4: The Heat That Lingers

"It's not love we're making, baby... it's something far more dangerous."

"Desire doesn't fade. It waits, patient, deep in the flesh... and when it returns, it takes everything."

-- Cathy Hollis

The car eased into the driveway, the engine's purr giving way to heavy silence. Ted was out before it even stopped, opening her door with urgency. Cathy stepped out, legs trembling, panties forgotten, Ted's taste still on her tongue. Ted was halfway to the front door when he remembered their bags.

Suitcases strewn across the foyer floor, he pressed her against the door in the entryway, kissing her hard, mouth devouring hers.

Cathy gasped, breathless. "Your sister..."

"She's working," he growled, dragging her toward the hall.

They didn't bother with lights. Moonlight filtered through blinds as he pulled her to the guest bedroom. The door slammed shut behind them.

Cathy dropped her purse, then her dress, the soft fabric whispering to the floor. Ted was on her in an instant. He lifted her like she weighed nothing, a low, hungry growl rumbling from his chest. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried her, his grip firm, his pace urgent, like a man possessed and barely holding it together.

God I love this side of him.

He laid her down like a prize on the bed, not with tenderness but with need, his mouth crashing onto hers in a bruising, breathless kiss. Then he pulled back just long enough to mutter, voice thick and dark with promise:

"You didn't get my mouth in the car..." His breath was hot against her neck. "But you're getting it now."

She moaned, helpless. "God, yes..."

There was no teasing. No slow build. Ted's mouth was on her... everywhere... spreading her open with his fingers, his tongue diving into her slick cunt like he was starving for her. He devoured her without shame, without pause, lapping and sucking her long folds, flicking her clit in firm, perfect circles that made her cry out, then melt.

Cathy's hips bucked against his mouth, hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. He grunted against her... feral, relentless... and plunged his tongue deep inside her again, the wet sounds of his worship echoing between her thighs.

Then his fingers joined in... two, then three... pumping and bending inside her, stroking that perfect spot with maddening precision.

She came hard, her cry raw and high, her body arching off the bed as her pussy clenched around his hand.

He kept going.

Kept licking.

Kept fucking her with his fingers as her orgasm ripped through her, then built again. Her thighs locked around his head, her breath breaking apart as the second wave slammed into her... fiercer, deeper. Her cry dissolved into a shattered moan as her body writhed beneath him.

Finally, when she was trembling, twitching, soaked, and undone, he rose from between her legs. His face glistened with her arousal. He kissed her hard... tongue deep, sharing her taste, her pleasure... before flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up with both hands.

Cathy gasped as her knees hit the mattress and her ass arched toward him, presenting, inviting. She heard the soft rustle of fabric, the sound of his zipper drawn down with shaky urgency. The clank of his belt buckle hitting the floor.

Then she felt it... hot, heavy... the thick head of his cock pressing at her entrance.

And then... he pushed in.

Slow. Stretching.

Her mouth fell open with a choked gasp as inch after thick inch filled her, until he bottomed out inside her with a guttural moan. She felt him everywhere... throbbing, twitching, buried so deep her walls fluttered around him in welcome.

"Fuck, yes, Teddy," she panted, arching back to take him deeper. "Fuck me..."

He did. He gripped her hips and started thrusting... hard, deep, rhythm unrelenting. The slap of skin-on-skin filled the room. His balls slapped her soaked folds, her slickness coating him, letting him move fast, brutal, perfect.

One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so her moans poured into the dark. The other hand clamped her throat, something he first did in Mexico. She loved it and he gently squeezed as he fucked her like he needed to exorcise something buried deep.

"I'm close," he snarled, his voice ragged in her ear.

"Come, Teddy," she gasped, barely able to breathe, grinding back against him. "I love being filled by you."

He growled... deep and raw... and slammed into her one last time, shoving himself in to the hilt. His cock jerked inside her, thick spurts of cum pulsing deep into her womb. He stayed buried as he emptied everything, grinding slow and deep, his release flooding her, her body shuddering from the heat and fullness. Spots danced in Cathy's vision as her orgasm peaked, his hand released her and she came hard as oxygen flooded her brain, his cum flooded her sex.

Ted collapsed over her, panting, his cock still twitching inside her, slick and swollen. His body was a furnace against her sweat-slick back, his face pressed into the curve of her neck as he murmured her name, dazed and fucked-out.

They lay like that for a long time, tangled and soaked, the air rich with the scent of sex and sweat and something deeper.

Something hungry.

What the hell got into him? He came twice, in a short time. Not that I'm complaining. Cathy wondered, still breathless. But as she glanced back at him, she saw the grin on his flushed face... boyish, wild, deeply satisfied... and grinned. Whatever it was... she hoped it would happen again.

---

The bedroom had quieted, but the air still carried the scent of sweat, sex, and something more intimate... a closeness that lingered long after breath had steadied.

Ted lay sprawled on top of the covers, limbs akimbo, mouth slightly parted in sleep. His chest rose and fell slowly, a faint sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin. One arm was flung above his head, the other rested loosely across his stomach. His cock, now soft and glistening with their mingled release, lay heavy along his thigh.

Cathy sat propped against the headboard, the sheet draped loosely around her waist, bare legs tucked beneath her. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows over her curves, golden against the cool cotton. A faint ache pulsed between her legs... a visceral echo of how hard Ted had taken her, how deeply he'd spilled himself inside her.

Jesus... He hasn't acted like this since Puerto Morelos.

Cathy lay in the low flicker of the bedside lamp, her skin still humming from the unexpected, but not unwanted sex. But it wasn't just tonight's fire that lingered in her bones... it was memory, raw and undimmed, still capable of stirring her like it had happened yesterday.

Desire Riviera. She told Ted it was a clothing-optional resort. Technically true. But she knew it could be something more... something far less innocent than the brochure suggested.

It had started with Barb. Over two bottles of chilled Riesling on their deck beneath a warm Indian summer sun, Cathy's friend from the Knights of Columbus had confessed. Whispered it, really... low and breathy, eyes darting like someone sharing sacred sin.

She'd promised her husband never to talk about it, but the memory had burned too hot for silence. She needed to tell someone. Cathy listened, glass in hand, legs curled beneath her, pretending nonchalance. But as Barb spoke, her swimsuit clung tighter between her thighs.

The story lit something inside her... an ache, a slow heat. Not because her sex life with Ted was bad. It wasn't. But it had become too familiar. Too structured. Barb's voice stirred dormant hunger, the kind Cathy hadn't dared name in years.

Barb's words turned more vivid as the sun dipped lower. She described strangers' hands in the pool, tongues in the shadows, the feel of her husband fucking her on a balcony while another man watched from the jacuzzi below and jacking off. Her face flushed, her nipples visibly hard through the gauzy red of her top. She shifted on the lounge chair, thighs pressing together.

Then she said it... softly, almost shy: "Sometimes I still touch myself thinking about it."

Silence stretched between them, thick and ripe.

The stories spilled out... cocks in the water, strangers' tongues on her breasts, her husband watching as another man fucked her hard against a pool ledge. Then her eyes dropped, her voice softer, rougher.

"There were... others," she whispered. "More than one. And I liked it. God, Cathy, I liked it so much. The feel of those different cocks inside me. The feel and taste of strange cum."

Cathy's breath caught.

Barb shifted on the lounge, spreading her thighs slightly, the red of her bikini bottom darker now, wet. Her fingers slid down, casual but charged, tracing lazy circles over the fabric. Her nipples strained against the top, tight and obvious.

"I liked watching Michael too," she said, barely above a whisper. "Fucking those other wives. One of them begged for his cum. I came just watching."

Cathy felt the throb between her own legs intensify. Her suit was soaked, the material pulled tight over her clit, every pulse of blood making her breath hitch. Her hand moved, almost unconsciously, across her stomach and between her thighs.

Neither of them spoke. Neither dared go further. But they didn't stop. They didn't hide it.

Barb slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her bikini, eyes locked on Cathy's. "I think about it every time I'm alone," she breathed.

Cathy's hand moved more boldly now, pressing the fabric aside to touch herself directly. Her breath came in sharp, soft bursts, her nipples aching as she tweaked them with her free hand.

They watched each other.

Barb's legs parted further as she rubbed slow, deliberate circles against her clit, her hips beginning to roll. Cathy mirrored her rhythm, fingers wet, slipping over slick flesh with ease. The air between them crackled, the sound of their breath, the tiny moans, the wet glide of fingers under bikinis... intimate and shameless.

Barb whimpered. "Three men fucked me in front of him. No hesitation. I wanted him to see how much I needed it. How wrecked I was."

Cathy gasped, her fingers plunging inside, the confession pushing her over the edge. "Jesus..."

They came within seconds of each other... Barb's mouth falling open in a silent cry, Cathy biting down on her lip as her body trembled beneath the pleasure. Waves rolled through them both, helpless and hot.

When it passed, they lay there, breathing hard, flushed and damp, wine forgotten.

They laughed after, a little drunk, a little undone.

Nothing more was said about the moment. But Cathy never forgot.

And the next day, when she booked the trip to Desire, she knew exactly what she was chasing.

It went beyond her imagination.

They'd met Mandy and Jim on the private area of the nude beach, the sun melting into the horizon, casting molten light over bare skin and soft waves. Mandy... small, sun-kissed, her nipples golden from the sun and still impossibly perky... had a laugh like wind chimes and a body that made men forget to blink. Ted certainly had. Cathy watched him watching Mandy, his interest undisguised, hungry, transfixed.

I'd never seen him like that before... not just aroused. Starving.

It was their second day at the resort, and Ted's inhibitions for being nude had fallen like so many bikinis on the beach. Half hard nearly all the time, Cathy smiled with each woman he looked at, with each compliment received. Ted had an impressive package, and it did not go unnoticed. As the afternoon wore on, Cathy took Ted into one of the areas that allowed for sexual adventure. Ted went along willingly.

They lay on the warm sand, drinks sweating in their hands, Mandy and Jim stretched out nearby. At first, it was harmless... conversation, laughter, the salty heat of tequila mixing with the slow burn of curiosity. But as the sun dipped behind the waves and shadows stretched across bare skin, the atmosphere shifted. The other couples around them began to surrender to the moment... moans carried on the breeze, hands slipping between thighs, mouths devouring.

Then Mandy moved... fluid, fearless.

She straddled Jim's face with a kind of practiced grace, her thighs spread wide, her glistening sex pressed to his eager tongue. Her head dropped back as she sighed, a soft sound that melted into a moan. Without hesitation, she bent forward, found Jim's thickening cock with her hand, and drew it into her mouth, slow and deep, her body rocking gently between two hungers.

Ted tensed beside Cathy, caught off guard, blinking like he wasn't sure this was real. His hand clenched the neck of his beer bottle. Cathy could feel the heat radiating off him. She glanced down and saw his cock swelling, hard already from the scene unfolding just a few feet away.

He's so fucking turned on. So am I.

Cathy felt her own need spike... wetness pooling between her thighs. She leaned over, kissed Ted's shoulder, then slid her hand down his stomach. She moved slowly, deliberately, fingers curling around the base of his cock, stroking him to full hardness with slow, teasing pulls.

He groaned under his breath, hips twitching slightly, his eyes still locked on the rhythmic bounce of Mandy's hips as she rode Jim's mouth. Her moans grew sharper, throatier. Her tiny body trembled, breasts shaking with each gasp. Cathy watched as Mandy's orgasm took her... hard, sudden... her thighs squeezing around Jim's face, her back arching as she cried out into the darkening sky.

Cathy wanted it too... that raw, public abandon. She slid her hand faster over Ted's shaft, leaned in to kiss his neck, lips brushing his ear. Then she dropped lower, crawling down his body with purpose. But as she opened her mouth to take him in, he stopped her... fingers in her hair, voice tight.

"Not here," he said, low, uncertain.

So she stayed beside him, lips parted, aching, and instead stroked him harder. Long, fluid strokes, letting her thumb swirl over the leaking head, collecting his precum and working it down his shaft. She never took her eyes off Mandy... who now had Jim's cock buried in her throat, her head bobbing slowly, sensually, her mouth slick and hungry.

Ted's breathing quickened. Cathy reached down between her own thighs and pressed two fingers into her wetness. She wanted to come with him. She wanted to feel everything.

Mandy looked over just as Cathy's hand started to pump faster. Their eyes locked... Mandy's mouth full of Jim's cock, her cheeks hollowing, her gaze feral and knowing. Cathy held it, shameless, stroking Ted with one hand and fingering herself with the other.

Jim came first... sudden, grunting, hips jerking beneath Mandy's mouth. She took every drop without hesitation, swallowing him greedily, licking his shaft with the flat of her tongue afterward like a final, teasing stroke.

Ted groaned as if he couldn't take another second, and Cathy felt the pulse of release before she saw it... thick ropes of cum spilling across her fingers, coating her knuckles and palm in warm, viscous heat. She brought her hand to her lips and licked him off slowly, never breaking eye contact with Mandy, who had done the same with Jim.

The men lay back, panting, wrecked.

Cathy sat in the sand, thighs slick, cunt pulsing, her need still raw and aching.

Mandy rose slowly, her body glowing under the molten sky... skin dewed with sweat, sea mist clinging to every curve. She moved toward Cathy with unhurried intent, dropped to her knees like it was a ritual, and whispered against her thigh, "You didn't finish..."

Cathy's breath hitched.

Mandy's tongue slid upward, slow and deliberate, tracing the salt-slick skin of Cathy's inner thigh. Her fingers parted her folds... wet, swollen, trembling. Cathy was soaked, dripping. There was no hiding it. No use pretending.

Mandy licked her... long, deep, dragging her tongue through Cathy's arousal like she was savoring every drop. Then, without hesitation, she plunged her tongue inside.

Cathy cried out, the sound sharp and helpless, her back arching into Mandy's mouth.

Ted groaned audibly, frozen in awe.

"Eyes on me," Mandy whispered, voice dark and molten.

Cathy obeyed.

Mandy's tongue was relentless... circling, flicking, then sucking hard on her clit until Cathy could barely breathe. Two fingers slid in deep, curling just right, stroking that spot that made her tremble. Mandy fucked her with her mouth and hand, slow at first, then faster, grinding her palm against Cathy's clit with filthy expertise.

The orgasm slammed into Cathy like a wave... hot, wild, shattering. She bit down on her lip to muffle the scream, thighs trembling around Mandy's head, hands fisting in the sand. Her body convulsed, soaked and twitching.

When it finally passed, she collapsed beside Ted, chest heaving, heart racing.

The air pulsed with the scent of sex, sea, and surrender.

The sky above them had deepened to violet, stars blinking awake one by one. The tide crept in, reclaiming the shore inch by inch. But here, on this patch of sand, something primal had been claimed in return.

No one spoke. They didn't need to.

They would not leave the night untouched.

Back in their room they fucked like animals in heat. Like they had when they first met... driven, greedy, gasping with the urgency of first lust. It was desperate and raw and absolutely necessary.

Later that night, they saw Mandy and Jim again in the restaurant. Cathy spotted them near the bar and didn't hesitate. She invited them to sit at their table. Ted looked thrilled, though a flicker of uncertainty passed across his face... but he couldn't stop glancing at Mandy, couldn't hide the growing swell of arousal each time her sundress rode up her thigh when she crossed her legs.

They ate. They drank. They laughed. Jim, broad-shouldered and good-natured, talked about the tractor supply company he ran outside Des Moines. Mandy, sun-bronzed and radiant, shared that she'd been a stay-at-home mom until recently. Now that their kids were teens, she'd started substitute teaching. This was their second trip to Desire. "We love it," she said, her eyes glinting over the rim of her margarita glass.

Cathy smiled and saw the opening. She didn't wait. "Why don't you two come back to our suite for drinks?"

Ted's gaze snapped to hers... questioning, unsure... but he didn't protest. Maybe couldn't.

The moment the suite door closed behind them, Cathy turned and peeled her clothes off in the middle of the room, letting her dress fall like a loose skin at her feet. Naked, glowing, eyes locked on Mandy, she purred, "I need a shower."

Ted opened his mouth to speak but no words came. He just stared.

Cathy turned to Mandy. "Care to join me?"

Mandy's lips parted in a sultry smile as she lifted the hem of her dress and tugged it off in one smooth motion. She wore nothing beneath. Her tanned skin shimmered in the soft lamplight. "As long as I can rinse you off," she said, voice low and liquid.

"Ted, make us something cold," Cathy tossed over her shoulder as she strode out to the open-air shower on the private patio. "And don't spill the ice."

Ted's hands trembled as he reached for the bottle, barely noticing Jim's smirk. His eyes were glued to the glass door, through which his wife and Mandy stepped into the steam.

The water hadn't even warmed fully before their bodies met... flesh to flesh, wet and glistening. Mandy's hands were everywhere, smoothing lather across Cathy's shoulders, down her spine, over the gentle curve of her hips. Cathy gasped as fingers grazed her breasts, thumbs circling nipples that tightened under the spray.

She turned, eyes burning. Mandy was flushed, her chest heaving slightly, her lips parted as she cupped Cathy's face and kissed her deeply... tongue slipping past parted lips, tasting water and wine and raw, hungry need.

They pressed together, breasts rubbing, legs tangling. Hands explored boldly. Cathy's fingers slipped between Mandy's thighs, finding the slick folds of her cunt, feeling how soaked she already was. Mandy groaned and returned the touch, plunging two fingers into Cathy with practiced ease.

"God, you're wet," Mandy whispered, grinding her palm against Cathy's clit. "You want this?"

"Yes," Cathy gasped. "More."

They fingered each other against the tile wall, bodies writhing under the steaming spray, mouths searching, moans echoing. Cathy came first, gasping as Mandy's fingers found her spot and rubbed it mercilessly. Her pussy clenched, juices spilling onto Mandy's hand, her legs trembling.

Before Cathy could recover, Mandy dropped to her knees.

Ted moaned aloud from his seat... watching as Mandy buried her face in his wife's cunt, licking her with obscene hunger. Her tongue dove deep, lapping up Cathy's arousal, her hands gripping Cathy's thighs as she devoured her. Cathy sobbed with pleasure, hips grinding down onto Mandy's mouth, the wet smacks of her tongue audible even over the shower's cascade.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave... screaming, shaking, thighs locking around Mandy's head. When it passed, Cathy slid down, dragging Mandy up into a kiss, tasting herself on the other woman's lips.

Then Cathy spun her around and pressed her back against the glass, kneeling. She licked Mandy slowly... starting with a teasing swipe along her clit, then plunging her tongue into her, curling it until Mandy gasped and bucked against her face. Cathy sucked hard on her clit, two fingers pumping deep, and Mandy cried out... a long, desperate sound that sent shivers down every man's spine.

Her orgasm was violent. Her legs shook so hard she almost collapsed. Cathy held her, licked her through it, until Mandy sagged into her arms, shuddering.

By the time Mandy and Cathy stepped out of the shower... dripping, flushed, and freshly fucked by each other... the air was thick with heat. Their bodies glowed under the soft patio lights, skin slick and glistening, nipples tight from water and lust.

Ted and Jim sat frozen in the patio chairs, cocks hard, mouths slightly open. They didn't move. They didn't speak.

The women didn't need permission.

They dropped to their knees in front of Ted, still seated, still clothed from the waist down.

Mandy grinned, eyes locked on the thick bulge in his shorts. "Let's see what you've been hiding..."

Together, they tugged down Ted's waistband, his cock springing free... tall, flushed, and already leaking. Mandy moaned as Cathy wrapped a hand around it.

"God, he's gorgeous," Mandy whispered, fingertips tracing along his shaft.

Cathy smiled. "I know."

They worked in tandem... Cathy taking him deep, her lips stretching, cheeks hollowing. Mandy licked his balls, then kissed up the side of his shaft until her lips met Cathy's. They kissed around his cock, tongues wet and eager, exchanging Ted's taste as they both stroked him in rhythm.

Ted's hands gripped the arms of the chair. "Holy... shit..."

Mandy took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her throat working to swallow him as Cathy watched. She came up for air, gasping, eyes wide. "Jesus, Ted... you're thick. How do you even walk around with this thing?"

Cathy laughed, "Wait until he's inside you."

Mandy took him deep... gagging slightly, then swallowing again, tears at the corners of her eyes. Cathy licked the base, then sucked one of his balls into her mouth, gently, while her fingers stroked Jim beside her.

They switched back and forth... mouths gliding, tongues teasing, spit slicking his shaft until he glistened in the low light. Ted's cock pulsed, but he held back, breath ragged, chest heaving. Their mouths and tongues moved in perfect rhythm, wet and hot and merciless.

Ted came with a grunt, his cock pulsing thick spurts across Mandy's tongue and Cathy's lips. They didn't flinch. Cathy caught most of it in her mouth, then leaned over and kissed Mandy, sharing the taste between them.

He nearly collapsed.

But they weren't done.

They helped him up, Cathy stroking him lazily as they walked, Mandy leaning in to kiss his neck.

The bedroom was already warm, the sheets rumpled from earlier. Jim lay back first, naked now, his cock standing proud.

Ted joined him beside the pillows. The men... nude, aroused, and waiting... lay shoulder to shoulder, both thick and pulsing with anticipation.

Cathy and Mandy stood at the foot of the bed, dripping with water and hunger.

"Who goes first?" Cathy teased.

Mandy moved forward slowly, eyes never leaving Ted's still hard cock. "I want to feel him."

She straddled Ted, one knee on either side of his hips, and reached down to guide him to her entrance. The head pressed against her folds... thick, wide... and her breath hitched.

"He's... huge," she whispered, looking down, wide-eyed.

Cathy knelt beside her, kissing Mandy's shoulder, then her neck. "Take it slow. Let him stretch you." Cathy watched her husband come undone in the arms of another woman, and it hadn't broken her. It had thrilled her.

Mandy nodded and lowered herself, inch by aching inch, her jaw slack as Ted's cock slid inside her. Her pussy stretched wide to take him, the pressure making her whimper.

"Oh God... fuck... he's splitting me open..."

Ted groaned, gripping her hips. "You feel incredible."

Beside them, Cathy climbed over Jim, guiding his cock to her soaked entrance. He slid in easily, her body already dripping from the shower and the show. This was first new cock since marrying Ted... it had felt surreal.

The room filled with the sound of wet, rhythmic thrusts, gasps, and muffled moans. Mandy rocked slowly on Ted's cock, adjusting, trembling as the thick shaft filled her to the hilt.

"He's so deep..." she gasped. "I can feel him in my stomach..."

Cathy leaned in, kissing Mandy's open mouth, tongues meeting in a heated swirl. "You look so fucking hot riding my husband."

Mandy moaned into the kiss, hips starting to move faster, the fullness turning into friction, into pleasure, into something deeper.

"You're so tight," Ted growled, thrusting up into her. "Fuck..."

Cathy matched Mandy's rhythm, grinding down on Jim's cock, her own cries rising. She reached out, one hand slipping behind Mandy's neck, pulling her into another kiss... this one dirtier, wetter, more desperate. Their tongues tangled as they fucked the other's husband, moaning into each other's mouths.

Mandy's hands gripped Cathy's waist, their foreheads pressed together as they rode hard, thighs slapping, sweat beading.

"You're going to make me come," Mandy sobbed.

"Do it," Cathy breathed, rocking harder. "Let him fill you. I want to feel you come around him."

Ted's hips bucked. "I'm close..."

"So am I," Jim groaned, his hands gripping Cathy's ass, thrusting up to meet her.

The four of them moved in perfect sync... moans overlapping, flesh slapping, wet sounds filling the room. Mandy cried out, her orgasm crashing through her like a storm, her pussy pulsing around Ted's cock as he exploded inside her, grunting, his cum flooding deep.

Cathy felt Jim swell beneath her and shuddered as he came, hot spurts filling her, her own climax triggered by the sensation. She clenched around him, body jerking, back arching as she came hard, gasping into Mandy's open mouth.

They collapsed together, trembling, breathless, slick with sweat and cum.

Three days passed in a blur of sweat-drenched sheets and tangled limbs. Boundaries dissolved. Desires confessed. They became something different in that suite... freer, unfiltered, unrepentant.

Now, lying beside her sleeping husband, his cock soft and glistening from earlier. Her knees spread, Cathy's fingers worked her clit, bringing herself to a gentle, yet satisfying orgasm.

Cathy blinked slowly, the weight of memory pressing into her thighs like phantom hands.

"Fuck," the word floated in the air like a promise.

That was the last time he lost control like this.

And now tonight... something in Ted had stirred again. Something she hadn't seen since that trip.

She brushed her fingers over her stomach, still slick with the proof of his hunger. Her body throbbed from it, pulsing like it had in Desire Riviera. But tonight... it hadn't needed another couple. It had only needed a memory. A spark.

Or maybe something more.

Or maybe someone else lit that spark...

She thought of Bobbi again... sharp, bright, untouchable. And smiled.

Young. Brilliant. That impossibly confident stride... like every hallway was her runway and every sentence a thesis. Bobbi had dazzled Ted before he had ever met her. It wasn't just her mind... though that had definitely hooked him. It was her celebrity, that wild spark that ran ahead of the world and pulled you along whether you liked it or not. Ted almost lost it when she walked into their home that morning.

She's a genius. And she's gorgeous. Who could blame him?

There was no jealousy. If anything, Cathy felt a delicious thrill... amusement and curiosity twined like a cord around her belly. Watching her husband light up in Bobbi's presence, seeing that old intrigue spark again... it had turned her on.

If she caused Teddy to be this way, she can come to our house anytime. Cathy mused. Is she into women? Would she join us in bed?

With that thought swirling through her head, she turned and took the iPad from the nightstand.

The screen was filled with notifications from their security system. She had muted the notifications to both her and Ted's phones that morning.

Crap, forgot to turn off the system.

With a few taps, the home security app opened, blooming into crisp footage from that day.

-- Chapter 5: Things That Shouldn't Happen, But Do

"I could taste the smoke on your skin... and forgot who I was."

"Sometimes intimacy doesn't break people. It remakes them. Molten, dangerous, beautiful again."

-- Bobbi Baxter

The four of them stayed where they were, sunk deep into silence and warm water, the bubbles of the hot tub murmuring softly beneath a haze of rising steam.

Bobbi leaned against Frank's chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal, head nestled beneath his chin. Her skin glowed, dewy and flushed, her limbs loose with exhaustion. Frank's arms were wrapped around her waist, possessive and gentle.

Rayna had reclaimed her seat beside Tom, resting against him with her legs floating lazily. Her lips were still parted slightly, and her gaze was far-off, dreamy.

Tom reached behind him and lifted the margarita pitcher. "Top off?"

"God, yes," Bobbi murmured without lifting her head. "And bring it to me like I'm Cleopatra."

Rayna chuckled, her voice husky. "Make that two. And Cleopatra also wants olives. But she'll settle for salt."

As Tom poured, Bobbi stretched just enough to accept her glass. She took a long sip, sighed, then looked up at Frank.

"You know what I could really go for?" she whispered.

"What?"

"A cigarette."

Frank blinked. "You smoke?"

"I don't," she said with a soft grin. "But right now, I wish I did. Something about this moment just screams post-coital nicotine."

Rayna lifted her hand. "Same. I haven't smoked since undergrad, but I'd trade my doctorate for a menthol and a match."

Tom laughed. "If this is what your research meetings are like, I might need to reconsider the monastic life."

"Not all committee meetings end in orgies," Bobbi replied dryly. "But maybe they should."

Frank chuckled and stood, still naked, water streaming from his chest and legs. "Be right back."

"Where are you going?" Bobbi asked, half-teasing.

He turned at the patio door and grinned. "To check if Mom still keeps her emergency stash."

That earned a bark of laughter from Rayna. "Cathy smokes?"

"Only when she's mad," Frank called over his shoulder. "Or really, really stressed."

Moments later, he returned with a dusty red tin in one hand and a triumphant smirk.

"Found it," he said, holding it up. "Half a pack... and a book of matches from The Pfister."

Bobbi lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "God, I love your mom."

"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses," Tom laughed. Rayna chuckled and Frank looked confused.

"The Blues Brothers..." Bobbi giggled.

"Never saw it," Frank struck a match and lit the first cigarette for her, then one for Rayna, who took it reverently between her fingers like a long-lost artifact.

"Blessed be the nicotine gods," Rayna muttered, taking a long, indulgent drag.

They smoked in silence, twin trails of smoke curling upward into the night. Tom and Frank clinked glasses, sipping slowly. Nobody spoke for a while.

Rayna exhaled, then sighed.

"That... was not what I expected. Not from this weekend. Not from myself. But it feels like something inside me cracked open in the best way."

Bobbi tilted her head back, blowing a stream of smoke toward the stars. "I've had sex that was hotter. Maybe even kinkier. But never... never like that. That wasn't just my body. That was my heart on fire."

Tom broke the silence with a lazy smile. "So, what's the agenda for the next meeting?"

Rayna laughed, a low, warm sound. "Whatever it is... I'm not skipping it."

With a shit-eating grin, Frank asked, "Should we invite Ted?"

"NO!" echoed off the house in a resounding chorus.

But maybe Cathy, the other three all thought.

Bobbi smirked. "To tequila. To tangled limbs. To ideas worth fucking for."

They clinked glasses again.

The sound was soft. Hollow. Beautiful under the moonlight.

Steam rose. Laughter lingered. And above them, the stars glittered with conspiratorial light, as if they'd seen this moment coming all along.

Beneath that silver sky, four souls... strangers hours ago... sat tangled in the aftermath of pleasure and possibility. Something sacred had been shaken loose. And none of them, not one, would be the same by morning.

-- Chapter 6: Secrets in the Dark

"If I'm a sinner, then I guess you're the flame."

"Desire doesn't always ask permission. It watches. It waits. And then it devours."

-- Cathy Hollis

"Let's see what our little geniuses were up to," she murmured, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

The timeline scrolled.

She found Bobbi's arrival... her suitcase rolling in behind her. Then, twenty minutes later, she and Ted leaving. Cathy paused there.

Frank and Bobbi stood on the front porch as she and Ted pulled out of the drive. Frank asked about breakfast, and then froze as Bobbi shrugged off her blazer.

Oh, Frankie, Cathy chuckled. You're not supposed to stare at her tits.

The hi-rez footage was clear: Bobbi's bare breasts were visible through the gossamer fabric of her blouse, her pink nipples faint but unmistakable in the morning light.

Cathy laughed quietly. Then she caught the little grin on Bobbi's face.

The eminent doctor had known exactly what she was doing.

Cathy tilted her head, one brow lifting.

Oh, Bobbi... traveling without a bra? Naughty.

She kept watching.

Frank led her into the guest cottage. Then... a pause. Cathy's finger hovered.

"There's a huge gap in the timeline," she said aloud, glancing at Ted. He snored softly, undisturbed.

She tapped a clip timestamped 12:10 p. m.

It was only five seconds long, but it made her breath catch.

Frankie... naked, erect, clothes bundled under one arm... was sprinting from the cottage to the house. Behind him, Bobbi stood in the doorway. Also naked. She blew him a kiss.

Cathy froze.

She replayed it. Twice. She paused it, looking at her son.

What did you do, Frankie?

She let the clip end, then downloaded it and deleted it from the server.

Another video. Different angle. This time Bobbi stood in the doorway alone, hair disheveled, flushed. Her expression soft.

Not just sated. Affectionate. Warm. Tender.

What is going on? Cathy wondered and then smiled. Frankie got a little this morning... Maybe it'll stop his recurring dream.

She downloaded and deleted that one, too.

Ted absolutely cannot see these. And I need to talk to that boy when I get home.

She moved to the house cameras next.

Rayna arrived in a tight skirt, her blouse nearly sheer. Tom followed, eyes locked on her ass like a man starving. In the foyer, Rayna looked at Frank like he was a side of beef. Frank taking them up to their rooms.

Then something more.

Rayna disappeared into Tom's room. The next, twenty minutes later, she bolted out naked... hair wild, face flushed, skin slick and glowing.

What in God's name...

Cathy froze the frame. Zoomed in.

Rayna. Naked. Caramel skin radiant, nipples hard, her skin more flush than caramel. Her muff dark and damp.

Oh, Sister... you are a sight. Heat stirred low in Cathy's belly. Did you just fuck Tom?

Then... the deck cameras.

Bobbi again. Nude. Lying on a lounge chair like a sun goddess. Her body sleek, her legs slightly parted, one breast sliding to the side without a care in the world.

Cathy watched. Rapt. Fingers grazing her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips.

Then another video... Frank at the grill. Clearly flustered. Bobbi smiled, utterly unbothered.

She's stunning...

Cathy smirked. And she knows it.

Cathy scanned through the videos of Bobbi naked. Legs parted beneath the sheet, fingers rubbing her hard nub. Keeping her moans to herself. She wondered what Bobbi tasted like.

Lunch followed. The four of them together. Then, a gap.

Cathy tapped into the pergola feed.

Bobbi and Rayna run to the cottage, twenty minutes later returning in bathing suits... Bobbi in one of Cathy's old string bikinis, Rayna in a high-cut one-piece that left little to the imagination.

Cathy gasped. "God, they're both hot..."

Ted stirred slightly. Cathy froze. Then silence. She turned off the bedside lamp.

God, They're so fucking sexy...."

Then, Bobbi, topless. Nipple piercings glinting. Reclined in Cathy's favorite chair. Legs spread. Her bikini bottom barely covered anything.

Cathy's pulse quickened.

Bobbi directing the men... Tom and Frank... to either side of her.

She looks like a queen with her manservants.

Tom and Frank removed their suits. Cathy gasped when Bobbi grasped their stiffening shafts.

Rayna approached. Cathy's mouth fell open.

A slow body shot. Bobbi arched. Rayna sucked her tits. Then slid down.

"Sister Rayna!" Cathy whispered into the darkness. Ted snored uninterrupted.

Her head disappeared between Bobbi's thighs.

Jesus... she's eating her. On my deck.

Cathy's hand slipped between her legs.

Rayna making Bobbi cum, again and again.

Cathy muffled a cry, plunging her fingers deep into her sloppy pussy as she came.

Catching her breath, Cathy glanced at her husband sleeping soundly. She put in her ear buds and swiped back to restarted the clip.

Bobbi. Topless. Reclined in Cathy's chair like it belonged to her. Her breasts gleamed, nipple piercings catching the sun like jewelry meant only for sin. Her bikini bottom was a mere suggestion of fabric... thin, damp, almost translucent.

Cathy bit her lower lip and traced a finger over her nipple, already hard and aching.

On-screen, Bobbi's voice was cool and commanding, directing Tom and Frank to either side of her. The men obeyed.

Tom and Frank undressed in tandem, suits falling away to reveal rising cocks. Bobbi's hands found them immediately... stroking, teasing, working them until they pulsed with need. Cathy gasped aloud as Bobbi's thumbs teased the swollen heads, spreading precum across her palms.

She's the high priestess...

Rayna stepped forward. Cathy's pulse skipped.

The sister knelt beside Bobbi, leaned close, and began a slow, deliberate body shot... licking tequila from Bobbi's collarbone, down over her breasts. Bobbi arched as Rayna's tongue circled her pierced nipples, sucking them, tugging them with her lips before sliding lower.

Sister Rayna is doing a body shot off Bobbi? She nearly gasped. She sat frozen, watching the scene progress.

Then Rayna's head disappeared between Bobbi's thighs.

Cathy's breath caught.

Jesus Christ... she's eating her. Right there. In front of Frankie. In front of Dr. Richter. On my fucking chair. Their cocks are so hard...

Cathy's hand slipped between her legs again, slipping over her wet folds. Her fingers stroked lazily at first, then faster as the video consumed her.

Bobbi's hips rocked against Rayna's mouth while she continued to stroke the two hard cocks beside her. Her fingers glided over slick shafts, coaxing precum from both men. Frank's cock... thick and twitching... bobbed toward her lips.

Bobbi opened her mouth and took him in. Her mouth stretched around his girth

God, look at her take Frankie...

Cathy stifled a moan. Watching Bobbi on the video.

Bobbi sucked Frank deep, her throat working, lips sliding along his length. Frank, hands behind his back, moaning. Bobbi stroking the base of his shaft, Frank's hips jerking.

Oh, Frankie... is my baby going to cum? Cathy gushed at the thought.

Suddenly, Bobbi pulled off with a pop, only to take Tom next. Frank groaned, his stiff shaft, slick with saliva, bobbing in the air. Cathy watched Bobbi's lips slip over Tom's foreskin, slipping down, her throat expanding around his length.

Tom grunted. Bobbi didn't stop. She fucked him with her mouth, fast, wet, merciless.

Groaning, Cathy slipped three fingers into her pussy. The stretch was sharp, welcome. Her muscles clenched around them.

Then Tom came... his whole body jerking. Bobbi held him in her mouth, swallowing greedily, again and again, a trickle of cum slipping from her lip down her chin. Tom staggering back, spraying cum over her trembling body.

Then....

Bobbi's legs shook, her back arched, her voice broke into gasps. "Yes... fuck, Rayna... right there..."

She came. Cathy could see it. The raw abandon, the way her thighs clamped around Rayna's head, the ripple of muscle across her stomach.

Cathy dropped the iPad at her side. She pressed a pillow to her face and cried out. Plunging her fingers deeper, her body jerking. Her own climax hit hard and fast, exploding behind her eyes. She gasped into the pillow, legs wide, fucking herself through it.

Moments turned to minutes. Ted fast asleep unaware of his wife's activity.

Recovered, she picked up the iPad... But the video wasn't done.

Rayna eased back, sitting on the deck. Tom taking her place, licking his cum off Bobbi, then entering her, fucking Bobbi to another orgasm. Rayna's fingers deep between her legs.

Cathy didn't look away.

She couldn't.

She lay there, eyes wide, chest heaving.

She stopped the video.

Jesus Christ...

Her body was spent and trembling... Cathy lay still, her eyes glassy, her fingers soaked with her cum.

What the hell is happening in my house? she thought.

Then another whisper followed.

And why does it turn me on so damn much?

She was flushed and soaked in sweat, legs trembling, chest heaving.

I can't believe what I just saw. She scanned quickly through hours of video. And there's more,

She checked the live feed. Tom and Frank were putting the cover on the hot tub. Rayna put out the tiki torches. Bobbi carrying glasses and a pitcher into the house. Lights out, the four hugged in the dark before Rayna and Tom entered the house, Bobbi and Frank, hand in hand, went to the cottage.

Cathy backed out of the live view, not scanning any of the other footage.

I'll look at that later.

She downloaded everything.

Then deleted all but the driveway camera files.

If Ted asks, I'll tell him I turned them off for our guests' privacy.

She wiped her fingers on the sheet and turned off the iPad. Lying back in the dark, she exhaled a shaky breath.

I don't know what's going on... she thought.

But if Frank won't tell me... I still have access to the backup drive.

Exhausted, Cathy closed her eyes.

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