Sarah lay on her back in the middle of the hotel suite's massive bed, her 36-year-old body flushed and glistening with sweat. Her husband Mike, 40, sat naked in the leather armchair across the room, stroking his cock while he watched. Across the room stood Derek, 35, six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with a heavy nine-inch cock already rock-hard. The three of them had met at the club downstairs two hours earlier.
"Get on your knees, baby," Derek ordered. "Show your husband how you suck a real cock."
Sarah crawled to the edge of the bed. She wrapped both hands around Derek's thick shaft, barely able to close her fingers around the girth. She opened her mouth wide, jaw stretching, and took the fat head between her lips. She moaned as she pushed forward, taking four thick inches before her throat tightened. Derek's hand went to the back of her head. "That's it. Take it. Let him hear you gag."
Sarah forced herself lower. She gagged wetly, thick strands of spit dripping from her mouth. Derek held her there before letting her up. She gasped for air, then dove back down, slurping loudly, bobbing faster, one hand pumping the base while the other cradled his heavy balls. Mike groaned from the chair.
Derek pulled out. "On your back. Legs open."
Sarah flipped onto the mattress, spreading wide. Derek climbed between her thighs and lined himself against her soaked entrance. He pushed. She cried out as he filled her completely, the stretch intense, her inner walls fluttering. He fucked her with long, deliberate strokes. Each thrust made wet, squelching sounds. Her first orgasm hit fast—her thighs shook, pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses, fluid squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets.
Mike walked to the head of the bed and fed his cock into Sarah's open mouth. The two men found a rhythm, spit-roasting her. Every time Derek slammed home, Sarah was driven forward onto Mike's cock until her nose pressed against his pubic bone.
Derek flipped her onto all fours and drove back inside from behind. The new angle made her scream again. Mike lay on his back beneath her and sucked her clit while Derek fucked her from behind, two fingers sliding into her alongside Derek's shaft, stretching her even more.
"You want both of us?" Derek growled.
Sarah nodded frantically.
Derek pulled out. Mike pulled her down onto his cock. She sank onto him fully. Derek positioned himself behind her and pressed forward slowly, pushing in alongside Mike. The stretch was immense, overwhelming, every nerve firing. When Derek was halfway inside, Sarah came again without warning—a full-body convulsion, both of them clenching, her scream raw and uninhibited.
They found a rhythm—Derek pulling back while Mike thrust up, then reversing. Sarah was suspended between them, completely at their mercy. The sounds were wet, rhythmic, punctuated by her ongoing cries and the slap of skin.
Derek's hand went lightly to her throat. "Tell your husband what this feels like."
"Mike—I'm so full—I can feel you both—don't stop—don't fucking stop—"
The third orgasm rolled through her like a wave. Her thighs locked, back arched, every muscle seizing. Derek followed, pounding through his release. Mike thrust up one final time and groaned his own climax.
The three collapsed in a sweating heap. Sarah lay between the two men, every nerve still humming. Mike kissed her temple.
"Same time next month?" Sarah managed, voice hoarse.
Both men laughed.
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