Yes

"Good boy," Kylie murmured, her voice still thick with desire. She looked at Payton, her eyes hooded with lust. "Now, it's time for you to show us what you're made of."

Payton felt a thrill run through her at Kylie's words. She had never felt so wanted, so desired. She straddled Dan's hips, her pussy already slick with anticipation. She lowered herself onto his cock, her eyes never leaving Kylie's. As she took him in, inch by delicious inch, she felt her friend's gaze like a brand on her skin.

The memory of their earlier betrayal played in Payton's mind like a naughty secret. The way Dan's eyes had lit up when he saw her, the feel of his cock inside her as they fucked by the pool, all of it washed over her like a wave of heat. It had been wrong, but oh so right. And now, here they were, all three of them tangled in a web of lust and desire, with no end in sight.

As Payton began to ride Dan, she felt his cock fill her up, in a way that was both familiar and thrilling. Kylie watched with rapt attention, her eyes hooded with arousal. "That's it," she whispered, her voice a soft command that sent shivers down Payton's spine. "Fuck him like he's the only thing that matters."

The two of them moved in perfect sync, their bodies speaking a language of desire that was all their own. Each thrust brought Payton closer to the edge, and she knew that she wasn't the only one feeling it. Dan's eyes bore into hers, a silent promise that this wouldn't be the last time they shared this illicit pleasure.

The room was thick with the scent of sex that seemed to fuel their passion even more. Kylie's gaze never left them, her expression a complex tapestry of emotions that Payton couldn't quite decipher. Was it anger? Jealousy? Or was it the same need that had driven Payton to betray her friendship and give in to her own desires?

With each movement, Payton felt the tension in the room escalate, and she reveled in it. Her body responded to the thrill of the situation, her hips moving faster and faster against Dan's, their skin slapping together with a rhythm that seemed to echo through the house. She watched Kylie, looking for any sign that she was crossing a line, but all she saw was hunger.

Then, just as Payton was about to reach her peak, Kylie's voice sliced through the silence like a whip crack. "Dan, you're not allowed to cum!" she shouted, her eyes flashing with an intensity that surprised Payton. Dan groaned, his grip on Payton's hips tightening almost painfully.

It was a reminder of his control, of the power Kylie knew he wielded in the bedroom. The secret that had kept their marriage spicy, and had now drawn Payton into their twisted game. Despite his obvious arousal, Dan obeyed, his breath coming in harsh pants as he held back, his muscles straining. Payton felt a thrill of excitement at the challenge.

The room was a cacophony of passionate sounds: Payton's gasps, Dan's grunts, and Kylie's occasional words of encouragement or command. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing with each movement, and whispered into his ear, her words a sweet promise that only he could hear. "You feel so good, baby," she murmured, her voice low and intimate. "I want you so badly."

Her words sent a shiver down Dan's spine, his cock throbbing with the need to claim her. He nodded slightly, his eyes locking onto Payton's. The silent message was clear: the next time they found themselves alone, he would show her just how much she was desired. The thought of it was almost too much to bear, his self-control hanging by a thread.

The intensity of their encounter grew stronger, the air thick with the electric charge of their desire. Payton could feel the orgasms building, one after the other, each one more powerful than the last. Her body tightened around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in a symphony of pleasure. Then, just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasms cascading through her like waves of pure ecstasy.

As she rode the waves of pleasure, Payton felt Kylie's hand on her back, urging her to go faster, harder. "That's it," she hissed, her voice a mix of need and command. "Take it all." The touch was unexpected, but it only served to heighten the experience. It was like Kylie was guiding her, pushing her to new heights, watching her own husband with a mix of admiration and lust.

Her orgasms hit her like a runaway train, one after the other, until she was nothing but a quivering mess of sensation. Her muscles clamped down on him, her body pulsing around his thick cock in a symphony of pleasure. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she screamed out his name. The room spun, and she felt herself losing control.

Payton collapsed onto Dan's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He was still hard inside her, and she could feel the pulse of his need. But Kylie's command had been clear, and she knew that the real prize was still to come. She looked up at him through a haze of lust, her eyes glazed over. "I'm sorry," she whispered, not sure if she meant it.

Without a word, Kylie leaned in and kissed Payton, her lips soft and demanding. The kiss was like a brand, claiming her as their shared property, and Payton melted into it. She could feel the heat of Kylie's body, the beat of her heart, the need that mirrored her own. It was a kiss that spoke of power and submission, love and lust.

Then, with a gentle push, Kylie helped Payton to sit up on the bed, her legs still straddling Dan's hips. She reached behind her, her hand finding Kylie's, and pulled her closer. The three of them were a tangled mess of limbs and desire, the air heavy with the scent of sex and the promise of more to come