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Nancy swayed her hips, slipping herself over his cock. Her voice grew appropriately breathy as Patrick started to enter her, slipping along her slit, his lustfully bulging cockhead stirring the bud of her clitoris. “Keep going, Syd.”

“Oh, I’m going. I’m going alright.” She kicked off her shoes and her jeans came down. Her panties were thin and gossamer on her wide hips, her juicy ass. She wasn’t an hourglass figure woman, but she had more than her share of curves, and it only took a few stitches removed from her professional attire for her to be showing that off. “Nanc, you should be worried about me stealing your man. And Patrick, you be worried too. I get in this pool, I’m stealing one of you, that’s for damn sure.”

Nancy’s eyelids fluttered as Patrick tantalizingly pumped his cock between her thighs, letting her feel its heat, its motion, but not yet allowing her to grip it. She knew she couldn’t come this way, not without a hold on it, and it maddened her how pleasurable it still was to feel his prick between her legs. “Take all you want, Syd. It’s all yours. And there’s more than enough for everyone—“

Patrick thrust into Nancy, his strong body pinning her against the side of the pool, and anything more she could’ve said was long gone, lost in the moan she let out. There was no pleasure like being completed and with Syd there, joining in, Nancy finally felt like she was full.

Then Patrick pulled out of her, taunting her, teasing her, rubbing his cock against her slit instead of pushing it in. Nancy groaned hungrily. The picture was almost perfect, except for him not being inside her.

Patrick stood on the bottom of the pool. The water came up to his breastbone. He pulled Nancy’s wet body into his arm and drove his tongue into her sweet mouth. And while Nancy embraced him, Syd slipped naked into the pool. Nancy thought she could feel the heat of her body suddenly at her back, cocooning her in the body warmth of partner and husband even before Syd wrapped her arms around Nancy.

One hand squeezed Nancy’s breast while the other petted through Patrick’s chest hair. Her lips tugged at Nancy’s ear. Nancy couldn’t believe it, but two people were kissing her at once, Patrick’s big cock rubbing against her sex while Syd’s naked cunt pressed into her pert buttocks.

Fuck, she was burning up. Nancy felt like she would burst into flame if it weren’t for the cool water lapping at her. And even that felt like it was coming to a boil.

Somehow, Nancy forgot about the strangeness of Syd being there while Patrick was cocking her—one person fucking her, another watching her, even touching her. Her hot flesh rubbed against both of theirs. She felt Patrick’s manhood pressing into her stomach. Even through the water she could feel its burning heat.

Patrick broke the kiss, panting with desire, and dipped his mouth to suck at Nancy’s jubilant breasts. Syd moved her hands, nestling her fingers into Patrick’s wet hair, forcing him to keep pleasuring Nancy’s chest.

“You’re one lucky bastard, you know that?” she moaned over Nancy’s shoulder. “Look at this bitch! She’s a fucking headliner at a strip club hottie! Those juicy tits as tasty as they look? Fuck, you know they are!” Then she reached down Nancy’s body, letting Patrick suck all he wanted at the stiff nipples, and rasped her hand over Nancy’s pussy—it was wet in a way that had nothing to do with the pool. “And you’ve got it all warmed up for him, don’t you? Patty, you better do her quick, or Imma get on that for you…”

“Jesus Christ, Syd!” Nancy gasped, feeling like crossing herself. “Oh God, Patrick, Patrick, she’s touching my body, touching my cunt—ooohhh! Shit! I’ve never had it… underwater before!”

She wiggled her pussy against Syd’s rubbing hand, some reflexive Catholic guilt telling her she was cheating on Patrick, but how the fuck could that be when Patrick was right there, a part of this? He’d actually taken himself out of her, making room for the slender finger Syd was now working—holy shit—into her cunt…

“Are we christening the pool right now?” Syd smirked into her ear. “And have you really been getting that good pipe when your cunt feels so gotdamn tight?”

“This is! Nhh! The first time we’ve ever! Ohh! FUCKED UNDERWATER!” Nancy panted. But she thought too that it was the first time they’d fucked, all three of them, and the idea sent heated flashes through her writhing pussy.

God, she needed Patrick inside her. As good as Syd’s finger felt, it just couldn’t compare to that dick! She couldn’t believe she was going to share it with Syd when she loved it so much.

And Nancy didn’t know where that thought had even come from.

“Yeahhhh,” Syd drawled over Nancy’s racing thoughts, Cheshire cat smile on her gorgeous face. “Fuck her, Patrick. Fuck her right here in your pool. She’s so fucking turned on… mmm… such a hot little tease and so tired of waiting. She needs to be fucked, wife guy. Right now!”

Nancy groaned and keened, unable to believe how turned on she was. It felt like Syd was voicing her own pleading, innermost thoughts, which aroused her all the more. She’d never make herself sound like such a whore, but Syd had no problem with it. She wanted to see Nancy coming on that big dick every bit as much as Nancy did. Maybe more.

Turned on beyond any self-control, Nancy grabbed Patrick’s manhood and pulled it desperately to her boiling sex.

“Easy, babe, easy,” Patrick said, his deep bass voice soothing the pounding blood-beat in her ears. “I’m putting it in now.”

“Yeah, Nancy…” Syd groped her hips, pushing Nancy into Patrick, guiding her hips against his. “It’s time to put it in. Take that fat cock in your pussy. Enjoy how much it makes you goddamn come. You little slut, I can see you gagging for it. Show me how much you love getting fucked by that huge dick!”

Patrick gritted his teeth. He usually had a good amount of fortitude, but Syd’s presence—her taunting, enticing innuendo—was robbing him of his control. He didn’t know if he could take both it and the feel of his swollen cockhead exploring the way into Nancy’s hot cunt.

Nancy felt like a doll, the pool water making her weightless, Patrick and Syd playing with her. They spread her legs, hunched her hips forward, and she felt Patrick’s hard cock fitting into her wet, greedy sex. She shuddered with excitement. Her body slipped and slid in the lubricating water. Her flesh and Patrick’s weren’t merging the way they were supposed to; she couldn’t get his prick into her. It was more goddamn playing!

Then Patrick’s strong hands clutched her ass. He lifted Nancy up and Syd pushed her body forward. The buoyancy of the water held her, along with the support of their two sets of hands and the sandwiching press of their bodies at her front and back. With a sudden ease, she was impaled on Patrick’s girthy erection.

“Paattt! GODDD! Oh, baby! Oh! Oh! Jesus! Ah! UNH! OOOHH!” She grunted and cried out, animal violence in her voice, hands clawing at Patrick’s thick arms.

Behind her, Syd reached down to her thighs, gripping her there and hoisting her up. Between her and Patrick, Nancy was going nowhere. She was held in place, pinned down by their bodies pushing inward, while Patrick thrust inside her. Nancy was surrounded. Both inside and out.

The water churned, frothing solely from Patrick’s surging hips as he made Nancy take his stiff cock. She gasped and writhed like she was trying to break free of Syd’s hold on her. The support of the water made it easy for Patrick to work her body back and forth on his length until Nancy threw her arms around his neck, digging her nails into his broad back.

She threw her head back—barely missing breaking Syd’s nose—and felt the light of the morning sun on her face. She had to close her eyes, but Nancy wanted to focus on the pressure of the naked flesh all around her anyway.

“Fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!” Nancy cried, stuffed and held tight. Her abs stood out from her taut belly, toned thighs twitching, firm ass trembling with tension. She was undulating her hips forward like a belly dancer, impaling herself on Patrick in rhythm with the strokes he gave her. Even with him gripping her rigidly, sheathing himself in her, it wasn’t enough. Nancy had to get herself fucked harder.

She floated on his prick. Between the hovering water and Syd, the sensations weren’t like anything she’d ever felt. She felt untethered, unreal. Her upper body was suffering the fiery licks of the hot sun, while her legs and crotch were buried in cool water—feeling the inner heat of Patrick rutting into her. And the only thing linking those feelings of hot and cold and hot again were Patrick and Syd’s bodies, running along hers from her face to her toes.

Her lips were locked with Patrick’s. Her legs were intertwined with Syd’s. She heard Syd’s hotly excited breath in her ear while Patrick’s nostrils flared bullishly with every thrust, barely pacing himself, timing his breaths like a sportsman to go with the drumming rhythm of his pistoning cock inside her.

Syd’s voice sounded thrilled too. An adrenaline rush. Even a smugness over how good they had it, how nice this felt. Nancy’s head swam, floating like everyone was in this suddenly crowded pool. She thought Syd was turned on. Aroused on her behalf, in sympathy with her, somehow. That made a kind of sense, but there was no logic to it all. Nancy couldn’t figure out how Syd was getting so much pleasure when she was the one getting fucked.

“You’re such a good wife, Nancy. Look at you, taking all that big dick for your man. I don’t think I could stand being fucked by that much cock. Good thing you’re such a slut. Good thing you love getting fucked by fat pricks. Good thing it makes you come like fucking crazy! Doesn’t matter how much you love cock when it’s your husband’s hard dick, now does it? You can worship every last inch and it just makes you a better wifey. It makes you such a good fucking girl!”

Patrick rutted Nancy hard, relying on Syd to hold her in place for his fucking. His thick manhood slammed into her cunt. His hands groped at her tight ass and his hips pounded mercilessly between her open thighs. The astonishing beauty of not just Nancy, but Syd right behind her, delighting in her friend’s sexual delirium, drove Patrick towards a wild release.

Syd’s lust was skyrocketing too. She wasn’t content just to help Nancy get fucked anymore. She needed something else. She put her hands on Nancy’s firm ass, stroking it along with Patrick’s tasting fingers, delighting in the way that Nancy’s nubile flesh was molded and dimpled by the way her husband caressed her.

Syd took a moment to pet up Patrick’s muscular arms, but she quickly went back to Nancy. As hot as he was, fuck that guy. He got to rock Nancy’s snatch, not just today, but for all time. The two were Catholic, you know they weren’t getting a divorce.

“You ready to come, Pat?” Syd demanded, humping Nancy’s ass and pleasing her cunt that way, feeling like she and Patrick were both fucking their girl. “Got that cum all nice and hot for your wifey? Yeah, give it to her, yeah, splatter that good Mexican pussy. You know it fucking deserves to have you leave it dripping.”

She slid her hands up from Nancy’s juicy ass—up the trim hips, the slender waist, all of her sylphlike curves. Not only feeling Nancy’s gorgeous body, but taking in the way she shook and quivered and clenched and rocked with Patrick’s thrusts. He was fucking her good, making her delight in how he used her… it was strangely appropriate how Syd’s mouth went dry in the midst of all this wetness, feeling Nancy’s delicious ecstasy from so close and so far away.

“Fuck yes. Pump it right into her and show her she’s yours. Gotta mark your territory, baby, gotta claim this bitch or I’m taking her. God, yeah, I want this cunt, but it’s yours, isn’t it? Your good little cocksleeve.”

She covered Nancy’s luscious breasts with her hands. They weren’t the biggest, not as voluptuous as Syd’s, but Syd’s hands were small. She savored getting to feel all of Nancy, tits filling her hands where they’d be lost in Patrick’s big palms. Shit, she was turned on. Syd didn’t know what was going to happen after Patrick came, but she did know it wasn’t going to stop there. And she was even more eager to see what happened than she was to keep vicariously enjoying Nancy getting her brains dicked out.

“Fuck your cocksleeve, Patty! Fuck your cum right into it! I want my girl’s eyes rolled back in her skull, yeah, don’t want her able to add two plus two! You know Nancy deserves to be your cum-slut, so goddamn make her one already!”