Lisa (35) and Tom (37) had been swinging with Mark (39) and Sarah (34) for two years, but tonight felt different—raw, no barriers. The four of them had finished the second bottle of wine when Sarah stood, peeled off her dress, and straddled Tom on the couch. "I want your mouth first," she told him, pushing her shaved pussy against his lips. Tom groaned and dove in, tongue flattening over her clit before sliding lower to fuck into her hole with long, slow strokes.
Across the room, Mark had Lisa on her knees. His cock was thick, veined, already leaking. Lisa opened wide, jaw stretching as she took the head past her lips. She tasted salt and skin as she worked her tongue under the ridge, sucking hard while her hand pumped the base. Mark's hand fisted her hair. "That's it, take it deeper. Let me feel that throat." Lisa gagged softly as he pushed another inch, saliva spilling down her chin and dripping onto her tits. She slurped noisily, bobbing faster, cheeks hollowing, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
Tom had two fingers buried in Sarah now, curling against her G-spot while his tongue circled her clit in tight, relentless circles. Sarah's hips rolled, grinding down. "Fuck, Tom—right there. Suck it." He sealed his lips around her swollen nub and sucked hard, fingers thrusting faster. Sarah came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping his head, pussy pulsing around his fingers as clear fluid slicked his knuckles.
Mark pulled Lisa off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected her lips to his glistening shaft. "On the rug," he ordered. Lisa got on all fours. Mark knelt behind her, rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, then pushed in. Lisa gasped at the stretch—thick, insistent, forcing her walls open inch by inch until his balls pressed against her. She felt every ridge as he bottomed out. Mark didn't wait. He pulled back and drove in hard, the slap of skin loud, her ass rippling with each thrust.
Tom had moved Sarah to the same rug, facing Lisa. He rolled her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and sank his cock into her in one smooth stroke. Sarah's eyes rolled back. "God, you're so deep." Tom fucked her with long, grinding strokes, the angle hitting her front wall perfectly. Every thrust made her tits bounce.
Lisa and Sarah locked eyes. Lisa reached out; their fingers tangled. Mark's cock was pounding her now, relentless, the wet squelch of her pussy loud. "Tell me how it feels," he grunted. "Tell Sarah how my cock feels stretching you." Lisa's voice was ragged. "So fucking thick… fills me up… can feel him in my stomach." Sarah moaned in answer as Tom shifted, pressing her knees to her chest and driving down harder, his balls slapping her ass.
Mark pulled out, flipped Lisa onto her back, and pushed her legs wide. He sank back in, this time slower, letting her feel every inch. His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles while he fucked her. Lisa's back arched. Across from them, Tom had Sarah on her hands and knees now, facing her friend. He gripped Sarah's hips and slammed into her, the force rocking her forward so her face was inches from Lisa's.
"Suck her tits," Mark told Lisa. She lifted her head and took Sarah's nipple into her mouth, sucking hard while Mark pounded her. Sarah whimpered, reaching between Lisa's legs to rub her clit in time with Mark's thrusts. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh, grunts, and the slap of bodies.
Tom pulled out of Sarah and moved behind Lisa's head. He fed his cock into her mouth while Mark kept fucking her. Lisa moaned around Tom's shaft, tasting Sarah's cream on him. Mark's rhythm faltered. "Gonna fill this pussy," he warned. Lisa's legs shook. "Do it—come in me while my husband's cock is in my mouth." Mark slammed deep and groaned, cock pulsing as he emptied into her, each throb drawing a muffled cry from Lisa's stretched lips.
Tom pulled back and came on Lisa's face and tits, striping her skin white while she gasped around his retreating cock. Sarah watched from her hands and knees, eyes dark, then crawled forward and licked a stripe up Lisa's throat. "My turn," she said to Mark.
Mark was already hardening again. He moved behind Sarah while Tom settled against the couch to watch, Lisa curled against his side, both of them catching their breath as the sounds started again—Sarah's sharp intake as Mark pushed in, the rhythmic slap, her voice rising.
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