Ava's orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her walls clamping down hard around Marcus's thick cock. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as her body shook underwater. The thrill of being fucked right in front of her husband — while Sophia kept him distracted — pushed her over the edge harder than ever.
But Marcus wasn't done.
He kept pounding her without mercy, his powerful hips driving that massive cock deeper with every thrust. Water splashed quietly around them as he fucked her through the aftershocks, chasing his own release. His hands stayed glued to her heavy tits, squeezing and pinching her hard nipples while he railed her from behind against the pool wall.
"Fuck… you're still so tight," he growled low in her ear, voice rough with lust. "Your husband's right there and I'm still balls-deep in his wife."
Ava could only moan softly, pushing back onto him, addicted to the danger.
Across the pool, Sophia watched every single thrust.
Her own pussy was on fire. Seeing her husband destroy Ava like that — the way Ava's face twisted in ecstasy, the way her heavy breasts bounced in the water — made Sophia's secret desires explode. She was soaked, nipples diamond-hard under her red bikini top. The voyeur in her loved it. The bisexual in her wanted to swim over and lick Ava clean the second Marcus pulled out.
But right now, she had a job to do.
She turned her full attention to Ryan, pressing her full, soft breasts harder against his chest. "You're so strong, Ryan," she purred, wrapping her legs around his waist underwater again. Her hand "accidentally" brushed over the front of his swim trunks — once, twice. She felt him twitch. Hard.
Ryan's eyes widened. He was drunk, flushed, but still trying to stay in control. "Sophia… whoa, easy there," he laughed nervously, gently pushing her hips back. "You're pretty drunk. We should probably slow down."
Sophia smiled sweetly, but inside she took it as a challenge. *How can he resist me when my husband is literally fucking his wife ten feet away?*
She hugged him tighter, mashing her big tits against him so her hard nipples dragged across his chest. Her hand slid down again, bolder this time, cupping his cock through the thin fabric. She gave it a firm squeeze.
Ryan jerked back. "Sophia, seriously… control yourself. I'm married. Ava's right there." He glanced toward Ava and Marcus, but they were half-hidden behind the floating chairs. He saw only splashing and laughter. He had no idea his wife was getting railed like a whore.
Sophia's eyes sparkled with wicked heat. She leaned in close, lips brushing his ear while her hand slipped boldly inside his swim trunks. Her fingers wrapped around his hard cock — smaller than Marcus's, but rock-hard and leaking.
"Ryan… you're already this hard," she whispered teasingly, voice low and sultry. "What would your sweet little wife think if she knew you were getting hard for another woman?" She started stroking him slowly, thumb circling the sensitive head underwater. "Look at you… throbbing in my hand while we're all supposed to be 'just friends.'"
Ryan's breath hitched. He tried to pull her hand away, but the alcohol and the feeling of her soft fingers made him weak. "Sophia… stop… this isn't right…" His voice was shaky, but he didn't move away.
Sophia just smiled and stroked faster. "Shhh… just enjoy it. Your wife is busy playing with my husband. No one's looking." She kept her eyes locked on Ava and Marcus behind Ryan's back, watching her husband's powerful thrusts, watching Ava's face contort in pleasure again. It made Sophia's own pussy clench. She stroked Ryan harder, faster, twisting her wrist just right.
Ryan groaned quietly, hips bucking despite himself. "Fuck… Sophia…"
Meanwhile, Marcus was close.
He slammed into Ava harder, one hand covering her mouth to keep her quiet. "Gonna fill you again, slut," he growled. "Right here while your husband gets jerked off by my wife."
Ava came a second time — smaller but intense — her pussy milking him desperately.
Marcus buried himself deep and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted into her womb, pulse after pulse, overflowing and mixing with the pool water. He kept thrusting slowly through it, making sure every drop stayed inside her.
At the exact same moment, across the pool, Sophia felt Ryan tense in her hand.
She stroked him faster, whispering filthy things in his ear. "That's it… cum for me, Ryan. Cum while your wife is right here… she'll never know."
Ryan tried to fight it one last time, but it was too much. He groaned softly and came hard in her hand — weak, spurting ropes that coated her fingers underwater. His body shook as he emptied himself.
Sophia milked him through every spurt, smiling triumphantly. When he finally went soft, she slowly pulled her hand out, licking a tiny drop off her finger when Ryan wasn't looking.
Both couples finished at almost the same time.
Marcus pulled out of Ava, tucking himself away while she quickly fixed her bikini. Ava's legs were trembling, fresh cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy into the water. She gave Marcus one last wicked smile.
Sophia swam away from Ryan casually, as if nothing had happened. Ryan looked dazed, flushed, and slightly guilty. He glanced toward Ava, completely unaware that his wife was standing there full of another man's load.
Sophia caught Ava's eye across the water and gave her the tiniest, knowing smirk.
**To be continued…**
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