Elena leaned against the velvet bar in the theater lounge, her silk dress hugging every curve as the lights dimmed around them. Mark, her husband, smirked over his whiskey. 'You sure about this, shy girl? One stranger's all it takes to make you bold?'
She arched a brow, voice sharp and teasing. 'Shy doesn't mean boring, darling. And if you're man enough to share, why not find out what this pussy can handle?' Their eyes locked on the tall stranger approaching—Jake, with a cocky grin that promised trouble.
'Buy you two a round?' Jake asked, sliding closer. Elena didn't hesitate. 'Only if you can keep up with my wit and my heat. What's your take on a wife who knows exactly what she wants?'
Mark laughed, but Elena's hand brushed Jake's thigh. 'Horny doesn't cover it tonight. My husband's game, and I'm dripping just thinking about it.' The air thickened as they moved to a shadowed booth. Her fingers traced both men's growing hardness through their pants. 'Two hard cocks for one wet pussy? Sounds like the perfect first time.'
Panting softly, she unzipped them, stroking their throbbing lengths. 'Blowjob to start, boys—then we see if this ass and that tight spot can take you both.' Sweat beaded on her skin as she knelt, tongue swirling, making them groan. Mark's hand tangled in her hair while Jake's fingers slipped under her dress, finding her dripping folds.
'God, you're soaked,' Jake muttered. Elena pulled back, eyes fierce. 'Then stop talking and fuck me. Double. Now.' They lifted her onto the lounge seat, positioning their cocks at her entrance. She guided them in, gasping as they stretched her together, the explosive rhythm building fast.
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