The sun blazed high overhead as Frank ambled towards the backyard pool, squinting against the glare. Misty was lying on a chaise longue, soaking up the rays in a skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination. Frank cleared his throat, and Misty opened one eye lazily, regarding him with a look of mild irritation.
"Hey, Misty. So, uh, my wife's gonna be out of town for a few more days," Frank said, trying to sound casual.
Misty sat up, her expression turning to one of disgust. "Gross, Frank. I don't need to hear about your wife."
Frank shrugged, trying again. "Well, I was thinking, maybe we could hang out, you know, just the two of us."
Misty rolled her eyes, flopping back down on the chaise longue. "Not interested, Frank. Go away."
Just then, Joe, Frank's friend, appeared at the back door. Frank waved him over, eager to change the subject. "Hey, Joe! Come meet Misty. She's my wife's friend."
Joe walked over, taking in Misty's bikini-clad form with a appreciative glance. "Wow, Frank. She's gorgeous."
Frank scowled, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "Yeah, well, she's a total cock-tease. Drives me crazy."
Misty sat up again, glaring at Frank. "Excuse me? I am not a cock-tease!"
Joe grinned, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "Easy, ladies. Let's not fight."
Frank and Joe walked back into the house, leaving Misty fuming on the chaise longue. "Those jerks," she muttered under her breath.
A few minutes later, Frank and Joe returned, wearing sly grins. Misty looked up, suspicious. "What are you two up to?"
Frank shrugged, trying to look innocent. "Nothing. Just showing Joe around the house."
Joe winked at Misty. "Nice place you've got here, Frank."
Misty narrowed her eyes, sensing mischief. "What did you do?"
Frank and Joe exchanged a glance, then Frank spoke up. "Oh, nothing much. Just took all the towels from the downstairs bathroom. And Joe here, he might have stolen your swimsuit."
Misty gasped, looking down at her bikini bottoms. They were gone. "You bastards!" she exclaimed, jumping up from the chaise longue.
Frank and Joe laughed, enjoying the sight of Misty's indignation. "Come on, Misty. Don't be like that," Frank said, trying to sound contrite.
Misty stormed into the house, determined to find something to cover herself with. She marched into the downstairs bathroom, only to find it empty. "Dammit," she muttered, turning to leave.
As she did, Frank and Joe appeared in the doorway, blocking her escape. Misty crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself. "Get out of my way," she demanded.
Frank and Joe grinned, stepping closer. Frank reached out, playfully spanking Misty's bare butt. Misty yelped, instinctively covering herself.
Joe reached out, touching Misty's hip. "Come on, Misty. Don't be shy. You're gorgeous."
Misty felt a twinge of excitement, despite her outrage. She glared at Frank and Joe, trying to maintain her composure. "Stop it, you perverts."
Frank and Joe didn't listen. Frank grabbed Misty, roughly groping her breasts. Misty gasped, feeling a surge of arousal.
Joe reached out, touching Misty's pussy. Misty moaned, despite herself.
Frank and Joe carried Misty over to the couch, holding her down with her legs parted. Misty struggled, but it was no use.
Frank and Joe worked Misty's pussy, including her sensitive clit. Misty became increasingly excited, despite her shame and outrage.
Frank stuck his cock in Misty's mouth, and she was coerced into sucking him off. Misty felt humiliated, but she couldn't deny the pleasure.
Misty also sucked off Joe, despite feeling shame and outrage. She was their plaything, and she couldn't help but respond to their touch.
Frank fucked Misty doggy-style on the couch, while she continued to suck off Joe. Misty felt like a slut, but she couldn't stop.
The three of them continued like this for what felt like hours, until they were all spent. Misty lay back on the couch, exhausted and satisfied.
Frank and Joe grinned at each other, pleased with themselves. "Taught her a lesson, didn't we?" Frank said, smirking.
Misty glared at them, but she couldn't deny the twinge of excitement she felt. "You bastards," she muttered, shaking her head.
Frank and Joe laughed, knowing they had won. Misty might have been strong, controlling, and direct, but they had broken her down. And they couldn't wait to do it again.
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