Yes

Dan's hands roamed over both their bodies, caressing Payton's breasts and squeezing Kylie's ass as they took turns pleasuring him. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with lust. Payton's eyes flicked to Kylie's, the silent communication between them growing stronger. They were in this together, bound by their shared secret and the intense sexual energy that pulsed through them.

But as the night went on, Payton couldn't help but feel a gnawing need to have Dan all to herself again. The way he had filled her, the sound of his deep groans as he thrust into her—it was a memory that played on repeat in her mind, driving her wild with desire. She knew Kylie was watching, could feel her eyes on her as she took Dan's cock in her mouth, but she couldn't ignore the part of her that yearned for their earlier intimacy.

Kylie must have sensed her longing, because she leaned over, her breasts pressing into Payton's back as she whispered in her ear, "Why don't you take him to our bedroom?" Her words were a command wrapped in a velvet glove, and Payton couldn't resist. She pulled away from Dan's cock with a pop, standing up on shaky legs.

"But what about the rules?" Payton asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Rules are made to be broken," Kylie replied with a wink, her breath hot against Payton's neck. "But only if it pleases all of us."

Her words sent a shiver down Payton's spine, and she knew that Kylie was right. The thrill of the forbidden was a potent aphrodisiac, and the thought of taking Dan to the bedroom filled her with a heady mix of excitement and trepidation. She took his hand and led him down the hallway, the plush carpet muffling their footsteps.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to allow the glow of the moon to cast a soft blue light over the king-sized bed. Payton felt a sudden urge to claim him, to show Kylie that she could satisfy her husband just as well, if not better. She pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his hips, her lingerie-clad pussy hovering just above his face.

"Look at me," Kylie demanded, her voice still thick with desire as she climbed onto the bed. "Keep looking at me." Payton's gaze snapped to her friend's, her eyes wide with a mix of lust and fear. But Kylie's expression was one of pure hunger, her own hand moving between her legs as she watched Payton's movements.

With a sense of empowerment, Payton leaned back, her own hand guiding Dan's cock to her entrance. He was still hard, his eyes never leaving hers as she began to lower herself onto him. The sensation was exquisite, the stretch and fill of his thickness making her gasp. But it was the sight of Kylie's eyes on her, watching every move, that sent her over the edge.

As Payton's pussy engulfed him, Dan's eyes rolled back, and a deep groan rumbled in his chest. She felt the power in that moment, the control she had over him. Kylie's hand continued to play with her clit, the sensation a delicious counterpoint to the fullness of Dan inside her.

Her movements grew more urgent, her hips rocking back and forth as she chased her second orgasm of the night. Kylie's eyes never left hers, the intensity of their connection only heightened by the presence of Payton's best friend. The thrill of the forbidden act had Payton's heart racing, her blood singing with a mix of pleasure and guilt.

As Dan's tongue found her clit, Payton's eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter, the pressure building within her like a storm about to break. Kylie's voice was in her ear, whispering words of encouragement, her hand still gripping Payton's hip, keeping her in place.

The bed dipped as Kylie shifted, her own breathing growing heavier as she watched her husband's face buried between Payton's legs. Kylie's own hand moved faster, her fingers working her clit in a frantic rhythm that matched Payton's erratic movements. "Cum for me, baby," she murmured, the command in her voice unmistakable.