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Margo stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still flushed and glowing from the shower. The hot water had washed away the sweat and residue from their earlier session, but it hadn't cooled her appetite. If anything, the brief break made it clear to her that two of her married holes still needed to be filled.

She'd exchanged her rumpled dress for something far more deliberate to get that beautiful cock up and running again—a set of turquoise lingerie that cupped her big breasts perfectly and rode high on her hips. A black choker around her throat, and she'd slipped back into her heels, the black leather straps wrapping around her ankles, making the sexy picture complete.

Timmy´s best friend Jason was still recovering from fucking his wife on the edge of the guest bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his pants hastily pulled up but still unfastened. He looked up as she approached, his eyes widening at the sight of her transformed appearance—fresh, inviting, and predatory.

"Again," she simply commanded. It wasn't a request.

She dropped to her knees between his legs before he could respond. Margo took his flaccid cock into her mouth without hesitating, her experienced lips sliding down his shaft. She wasn't interested in teasing or flirting—she wanted him hard andready, and she wanted him now.

Her tongue worked the underside of his cock as she bobbed her head, the wet sounds filling the room. She could feel him responding, growing harder with each passing second, filling her mouth until she had to pull back slightly to accommodate his length. Her hand stroked what her lips couldn't reach, twisting gently at the base.

Jason groaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping the bedspread. "Margo, fuck—"

She pulled off with a wet sound, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. "Ten minutes," she said, checking an imaginary watch with a smirk. "Good boy.”

She reached back, her manicured fingers finding the thin strip of lace between her legs. With a deliberate slowness that made him ache, she removed the fabric, exposing herself.

The moment she felt him reach full hardness—thick and throbbing in her hand—she let him go and stood up. Margo placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed, using her weight to force him backward onto the mattress. He went willingly, sprawling across the duvet as she climbed on top of him.

"Stay like that," she commanded, hiking one leg over his waist.

Then, with her other hand, she reached further back, spreading herself open, her tight sphincter already slick with the oil she'd applied in the bathroom.

Margo positioned herself over his cock, gripping the base to hold him steady. She lowered herself slowly, the head of his cock pressing against her fighting brown entrance. She bit her lip, her eyes locked on his as she bore down her brown tunnel, feeling the stretch as her body welcomed him.

"God, you're tight," Jason gasped, his hands moving to her hips.

She sank lower, inch by inch, her anal muscles clenching and releasing around his intrusion. The sensation was intense—burning and filling and perfect. When she finally seated herself fully, his entire length buried inside her ass, she let out a long, shuddering moan and began to fuck him.

Margo rode him with steady, deep strokes, rising until just the head remained inside before slamming back down to take him deep. The friction was delicious, each movement sending bolts through her body. She set the pace—unhurried but relentless, using him exactly how she wanted.

Jason's grip tightened on her hips, his knuckles white as he fought the urge to thrust up into her, to take control. But he knew his place in this arrangement. He was her freeuse tool, available whenever her desires demanded, and right now her demands were simple: stay hard, stay still, and let her take her pleasure from his body.

She leaned forward, her large breasts swaying above him, and picked up her pace. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of skin meeting skin growing louder as she ass-fucked herself on his cock with increasing urgency. Her fingers found her clit, circling in tight, frantic motions as she chased her second orgasm of the evening.

"Just like that," she panted, her walls gripping him with each descent. "Don't you dare come before I do."

Jason nodded, his jaw clenched, his entire body tense with the effort of holding back. He watched her ride him, this beautiful married woman using his cock for her own satisfaction, and the sight alone nearly pushed him over the edge.

Margo's movements became erratic, her thighs trembling as she slammed herself down harder and faster, taking him as deep as possible. When her orgasm hit, it rolled through her in waves, her anal muscles contracting rhythmically around his buried cock, milking him even as she cried out her release.

She slowed gradually, her chest heaving, her hair falling across her face in disheveled strands. But she didn't dismount. Instead, she looked down at him with a satisfied smile and began to move again—slower now, deliberately, drawing out the friction.

"Your turn," she whispered. "But don't forget—you're still just my tool. Give me what I want."

The permission was all he needed. Jason's hips bucked upward, meeting her downward strokes with desperate force. His grip on her hips became bruising as he lost himself to the sensation of her tight colon heat enveloping him, the slick friction driving him toward the edge he'd been holding back for so long.

"Fuck, Margo—" he groaned, his cock swelling inside her, throbbing with imminent release.

"Do it," she commanded, grinding down hard to take him as deep as possible. "Fill me up. I want to feel every drop."

Jason's body went rigid beneath her, his back arching off the mattress as he came with a guttural cry. His cock pulsed violently, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her bowels, flooding her with his seed. The sensation of him emptying himself inside her—hot and endless—sent a shockwave through Margo's body.

She felt it immediately, the wet heat filling her, his cock jerking with each spurt. The knowledge that he was marking her so completely, that she had extracted every ounce of pleasure from his willing body, pushed her over the edge once more. Her second orgasm crashed through her even more intensely than the first, her anal muscles clamping down around his spasming shaft, milking him dry as she screamed his name.

They stayed locked together, trembling and gasping, his cock still twitching inside her as he spent the last of his load. When Margo finally lifted herself from him, his cum immediately began to leak from her stretched hole, trickling down her thighs and dripping onto the floor between her heels—a viscous puddle of evidence beneath the guest bed.

She stood slowly, her legs unsteady, and looked down at the mess with a satisfied smirk. Jason lay sprawled and spent, his chest heaving, his cock still glistening with their combined fluids.

Margo stepped over the puddle on the floor, already reaching for her phone to check the time. She quickly sent a WhatsApp to her three best friends and went into the bathroom to do her makeup.

"Clean yourself up," she said over her shoulder. "Let's join the other guests.”

…

It was roughly an hour later, sunset announcing itself and the light off the day slowly disappearing, as more guests arrived, and Timmy was desperately trying to keep everything up and running. Right now, he was frantically washing the dishes, hoping to clean enough plates and cutlery for everyone. He was standing, bent over the sink, a bit stressed, as he saw three friends of Margo arrive. The three women made quite an entrance, knowing they looked sexy and powerful. The three were her investment buddies, as Margo called them. The four of them usually did a lot of things together. Like an exclusive women’s club, he thought.

Margo had never introduced him to her three best friends, perhaps because he had no clue about investing. Or because he had no money. Everything here belonged to her, the house, the two cars, you name it. She chose the vacation destinations and paid for it. She decided which hotels they would go to.

They walked straight towards Margo's favorite spot in the garden. It was a group of four bamboo loungers, which were quite isolated, all the way close to the neighbor's fence on the far right. He could hear them talk, the wind carrying their conversation towards the kitchen window. Automatically, he opened the window a bit more, always having been fascinated by those women.

“So nice of her to invite us.” He heard one of them saying. He didn’t know their names, but he knew what they looked like. Well, even if each woman had her own style, they all radiated the same thing: Alpha. Timmy could not find a better word to describe them.

“Yes, and she was quite excited, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, she was.” Another one replied. “Well actually, she was investing, as she called me.”

They all giggled, Timmy not understanding. He didn’t like that Jibba Jabba investment language. Well, the truth is, he just didn’t understand it, so he was automatically cast out.

Somehow, somebody was serving the three cocktails. He guessed they had bluntly asked the first one who glanced a little bit longer as he should when they arrived. They had that power, including his wife Margo, to effortlessly make people work for them. It amazed Timmy; he had seen it plenty of times.

From the corner of his eye, he saw movement, and as he looked through the window, he saw his wife coming out of the house, walking straight to her girlfriends. Holding hands with his friend Jason. Well, not in the lover's kind of way. It was more like an owner leading a pet. Only the leash was missing. Her other hand waved at “her” girls as they walked towards them. Only one lounger was free, but Timmy knew Margo would take it, leaving his best friend standing there.

His wife had changed into a new outfit, he realized. Sexier. Actually, matching the outfits of her best friends, who all dressed sexy. As she sat down on “her” lounger, Jason stood beside her. And from his viewpoint, Timmy was sure he could see his wife's big tits very well. Seconds later, his suspicion was confirmed, as Jason looked straight from about at his wife's tits. His wife was praising him to the other women, that he was “such a good item for investments” and that “he was operational again within ten minutes." He saw his wife caress Jason's thigh with one hand as she looked up at him in an admiring way while praising him to her girlfriends.

Timmy had no clue what she meant with that, but the other women did. One even leaned in, and the way she was looking at Jason reminded him of somebody evaluating the merchandise. The caressing off his thigh didn’t leave Jason unmoved, and to his own shock, Timmy could see Jason’s cock growing inside his old shorts, the outline even from the kitchen hard to miss. Hard to miss either were the little white stains on his shorts. Jason is quite clumsy, was his first guess. He must have dropped a yogurt dessert or something.

As he kept watching the scene, his wife praising Jason, to Timmy's immense shock, Margo simply lifted her hand further up and started fondling Jason's large balls through the thin, worn fabric, right there in the open, for everybody at the BBQ to see. Timmy froze, watching his wife openly grab Jason’s swollen balls and telling her best friends how well they work, as if they were discussing tennis balls. To make matters worse, Jason's large cock grew fully erect, the tip of his cock escaping the tight entrapment just above the waistband of his shorts.

“Peekaboo!” One of the women shouted, laughing.

“Can I have a taste, Margo?” The brunette closest to Jason asked.

“Sure!” His wife replied, as if they were talking about a business transaction. ”Jason, doll,” Margo addressed his best friend in a casual way, “lower your shorts so she can suck you.”

Jason was about to comply, but for Margo he was too slow, and she took matters into her own hands, lowering Jason's faded old shorts all the way to his ankles.

So typical of Margo, her husband thought. Not even when cheating things go fast enough for her.

But was she cheating? Yes, she grabbed his balls, but was that really cheating?

Jason's cock bounced free, and all three friends let out a little gasp as they saw his weapon fully erect.

“How do you do that, Margo? The one woman who was about to suck his best friend's cock asked. “You always find the best specimen.”

“Thank you, Charlotte, you are too kind.” Margo replied.

Always? Had she done this before, offering cocks to her investment buddies?

Before Timmy could consider all his questions that popped up in his head, Jason’s cockhead popped completely into Charlotte's hungry mouth. It had become darker, and all guests had left already, but for the three friends of his wife. And he could still see what was going on.

One minute later, Charlotte pulled Jason's cock out of her sucking mouth. Still holding his hard shaft with her right hand, she turned, looking towards Margo, praising his taste. “Not bitter at all, Margo. Quite the opposite. A nice, salty flavor with a bit of nuts. Very tasty!”

“Glad you are happy!” Margo boasted.

Charlotte turned her head towards the big hard cock next to her face again but stopped in her tracks as she was about to suck it again. Margo could see her frowning and knew right away why.

"What's his name?” Charlotte asked Margo, ignoring Jason.

Instead of answering Charlotte, Margo spoke to Jason.

“Jason, position yourself properly; Charlotte has to twist her back too much.”

Jason did as he was told and took a couple of steps to stand right in front of Charlotte. Timmy could see his phallus bounce up and down as Jason repositioned himself, and now his hard cock was right in front of Charlotte’s lips.

“Good boy.” Charlotte praised him, looking up at him, and as a reward, took him throat-deep.

“Let’s give her a challenge.” Margo said to the other two women and pushed Jason’s cock deeper into Charlotte’s throat. Everybody could hear Charlotte gag, but in her defense, she didn’t give up. Charlotte closed her eyes, and you could watch her regulating her breathing through her nostrils, keeping that big cock halfway inside her throat. The angle was not perfect, and you could see her throat expand as she tried to get him deeper. She managed two more inches but had to come up for air, regrettably pulling his cock out of her mouth again.

Charlotte gasped for air, ropes of saliva hanging from her lips to his cock.

"Time-out," she managed to say, her breathing ragged.

“Margo, if you don’t mind, I'd like to skip the blowjob and have him in my pussy?”

“Go ahead, Tiffany, he is ours to play with.” Margo casually replied.

Timmy knew that Tiffany was the youngest one of the group, simply born rich but bored with life. Until she had met Margo. And they were glad to accept her as a fourth member for all investment activities. A perfect number.

“Sit on my lounger.” Tiffany commanded Jason, not even bothering with his name. Margo noticed this, a shiver of lust running through her, thinking that they had taught her well. When you are rich enough, everything goes.

Jason did as he was told, his rod waiting for her. Tiffany decided to ride him and lifted one leg over his.

Timmy saw his wife quickly stand up, and with one hand, he positioned Jason's cock under Tiffany’s wet slit, first rubbing the cockhead up and down through her folds before she held it still for her.

“I don’t want a baby yet; I want you to cum in my mouth.” Tiffany ordered Jason as she slowly sank her young cunt over his rigid member.

The moment Tifany groaned, welcoming his thick phallus, the three other women seated on their loungers, cocktails in hand, were watching with undisguised interest. Much better than jet skis, they all agreed on.

“Like this?” Jason asked, knowing he should shut up.

Tiffany nodded in the fading sunlight. "I'm sure," she breathed, her young cunt trying to cope with his girth, "I want them to see what you do to me."

She could hear the clink of ice against glass from the cocktails and the appraising comments between her friends. Margo, Charlotte, the biggest slut of all of them, and Maxine.

Jason's cock slowly sank deeper, Tiffany riding him in the open air. No protection. Nothing between them. She wasn't on the pill—hadn't been for months—and the delicious danger of that fact made her wetter as she impaled herself on him.

"Fuck," Jason groaned as she sank down, taking him in one smooth motion. She was already soaked, her body ready, and the stretch of him filling her unprotected made her cry out loud enough that even Margo's husband in the kitchen definitely heard.

"God, look at her," Margo said, her aroused voice carrying across the lawn. "Taking him raw like that."

Tiffany didn't care. She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her hands braced on Jason's shoulders. His mouth found her breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples as she rode him harder, the wet sounds of their joining audible in the still evening air. The lounger creaked beneath them, metal groaning in rhythm with her movements.

Jason's hands gripped her ass, spreading her open, and she knew her friends could see everything—the way his cock disappeared inside her, the way his fingers dug into her flesh, the way she threw her head back in abandon. Charlotte raised her phone, recording the debauchery, as she nipped on her mojito.

"She's going to get herself pregnant doing that," Maxine said, not quietly enough, and the words sent a thrill through Tiffany's core. The risk. The possibility. Jason was so deep inside her, his bare skin against her most intimate places, and she could feel every vein, every pulse of him.

"Harder," she demanded, grinding down onto him. "Make them hear it."

Jason obliged, thrusting up into her with force that rattled the bench, his balls slapping against her with each upward stroke. Tiffany moaned, unrestrained, her fingers tangling in his hair as she bounced on his cock. The sun was setting now, painting the garden in orange and purple, and she was fucking her stud in full view of the street, of her neighbors, of anyone who might walk by.

She was close—so close—the combination of the public exposure, the unprotected risk, and Jason's relentless pace pushing her toward the edge. But as she felt the orgasm building, Jason's grip tightened warningly.

"Tiff," he gritted out. "I'm going to—"

She knew. She felt him swell inside her and felt the tell-tale twitch that meant he was on the verge of filling her with his seed. And god, part of her wanted it—wanted to feel that hot flood, wanted to take that ultimate risk right there in her front garden with three witnesses sipping on their cocktails.

With a cry of protest, she pulled herself off him, quickly dropping underneath him on the lounger. Jason's cock glistened with her arousal, throbbing and angry and so close to release. She took him in her mouth immediately, tasting herself on his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

"Jesus," she heard Margo breathe from the porch.

Tiffany worked him with her hand and mouth, bobbing her head, sucking hard. She wanted his cum—wanted it desperately—but not inside her. Not tonight. Or at least... not completely inside her.

Jason's hips bucked, his hands finding her hair, and then he was groaning, long and low, as the first spurt hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, taking everything, he gave her, her hand milking his shaft as he emptied himself into her mouth. It was thick and hot, and there was so much of it—she had to swallow twice, three times, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him dry. Still, seed leaked out of her mouth, making her look like a true slut.

But had she been fast enough?

As she pulled back, letting his spent cock slip from her lips with a filthy pop, she felt the familiar trickle down her inner thigh. Just her own arousal, surely. Just the mess of their fucking. But when she stood on shaky legs, she couldn't be entirely certain. The timing had been so close—dangerously close. She'd felt him twitch, felt that first pulse of impending release while he was still buried deep in her unprotected pussy.

Had she pulled away in time? Or had Jason already started to spurt inside her, just a little, just enough to seed her fertile womb before she took the rest in her mouth?

She touched herself, feeling the wetness there, and couldn't tell what was her and what was him. The risk hung in the air between them, unspoken but electric.

"Another round?" Charlotte called her watching husband, holding up her empty glass, and Tiffany laughed, shaky and high, as Jason pulled her down for a kiss that tasted like salt and sex and possibility.

She'd know in a few weeks, she supposed. For now, she dressed again, quickly putting on her panties first, secretly hoping to store his cum inside her. Only the wet spot on the bench was evidence of their garden indiscretion.

The three women raised their newly filled glasses in an admiring salute.

To be continued.