James wants to finally get some of his wife for himself

James stepped closer, his own need palpable in the air. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "You're going to take us all, aren't you, my beautiful slut?" His breath was hot against her skin, and she nodded, unable to form words through the haze of pleasure.

Marcus withdrew his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, and James took his place, his cock thick and heavy against her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, eager to taste him. He pushed in, filling her mouth with his length, his taste musky and intoxicating. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he began to fuck her face. The feeling was overwhelming, the pressure on her jaw intense, but she didn’t fight it. Instead, she gave in to the sensation, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as Alex continued to pound into her from behind.

The contrast between the two men was stark—Alex's roughness and James's finesse. James's cock wasn’t as big as Alex’s, but the way he fucked her mouth was just as demanding. She could feel his restraint, the way he held back even as he pushed her to her limits. And she wanted him to let go, to lose control like the others had. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Alex's thumb slid in and out of her ass, the sensation growing more pleasurable with each pass, as ge tried to work it deeper each time. Felicity moaned around James's cock, her body stretched and filled in a way she never could have imagined. The room was alive with the sounds of their pleasure—the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of cocks sliding in and out of her, the guttural groans of the men.