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“You’re gonna drive me insane!” Syd shrieked. “Fuck, you sure you’ve never done this to Nancy? Don’t try telling me she’d say no to this!?”

“Maybe she wouldn’t,” Patrick whispered in her ear, almost too low for Nancy to hear—but the glance she saw directed her way in the reflection told her Patrick wanted her to listen. “But she’s my lovely wife. And you’re some whore Nancy’s gonna get off watching me ruin.”

Moaning in tormented ecstasy, Syd reached down between her legs to rub at herself, relieve some of the tension, and Nancy felt her knuckles drag between her buttocks. Her breathing hitched, thinking that Syd was about to make her share in the feeling of having her ass entered. Only realizing what was happening when Syd moaned in her ear at her own touch.

Trying to ignore the sudden flash of panic… or whatever it had been… Nancy stared at their reflections in the patio door. She couldn’t help but think that the day would come when she showed the rapt, well-pleasured expression Syd now wore.

“So give it to me already,” Syd said to Patrick, sounding like she was fuming. “Fuck my hole. Fucking ruin me, cuz I know you ain’t ruined Nanc yet. So show my black ass what you can do!”

Patrick chuckled. At once he drew his finger out of her ass and his prick out of her cunt. It throbbed nakedly in the water, losing her juices under the waves.

He grabbed Syd about the waist, pushing himself between her buttocks, and sank into her until all ten inches had disappeared up her ass.

“Ahh, YEAHH!” Patrick grunted. “That’s what I can do…”

Syd quaked as if his cock were a livewire, sending high voltage deep into her. She shuddered like she was in agony. Her hand jabbed demandingly at her sex, getting three fingers up inside herself. “Ohh, Patrick! Oh baby! Fuck that ass! Show Nancy how much you like fucking a bitch’s ass!”

“Yeah, I’ll fuck you,” Patrick growled, his teeth gritted. “Fuck your ass, fuck right through you. You’re touching Nancy—tell if she’s wishing it were her getting ass-fucked yet?”

He took his cock nearly all the way out before giving it to Syd again. And again. It came out of her, it slammed into her. Out then in. Out then in.

“AHH!” he roared, savoring each thrust, relishing how much vigor he could put into this slut who wasn’t his wife. “Hnnh! Hhu! Ggh!”

Both women were crushed against the pool’s wall by his unrelenting pumps, but neither had any complaint. In the reflection, Nancy could see how she herself was enjoying this—her best friend and her husband fucking literally behind her back. And Syd, of course Syd loved it, every moment of it, everything about it from Nancy’s husband to doing it in Nancy’s pool to breathing right in Nancy’s ear as they shared knowing what her man felt like inside them.

Syd shook her ass, churning her anus on Patrick’s rutting erection. A deep-throated hiss came from her slack mouth. Her eyes rolled crazily, glazed over with pleasure and with a desire for more. Both were equally intoxicating to the black woman.

“FUCK MEEE!” she keened. “FUCK!”

Nancy touched herself frantically. It felt good, too damn good, and she realized she’d never seen anything so erotic in her entire life. She’d seen porn—way too much porn, interacting with scum from the City of Angels to the San Fernando Valley. But Syd and Patrick wanted each other so much, they seemed barely human. More like mating animals.

They sure sounded like it. And the looks on their faces were as bestial as they were ecstatic. They looked like they’d keep fucking until their bodies gave out; like they’d fuck each other to death before stopping.

Nancy could just about feel what they were doing. Every nerve in her nubile body was caught between aching and tingling. Her womanhood pulsed so crazily, needing to be touched so bad, that she could’ve screamed.

She felt the warmth and the wetness of her pussy, even under the water, and knew her own cream was joining Syd’s, would join Patrick’s eruption when he finally finished.

“Feel that cock, yeah, take it in that sweet ass!” Patrick muttered, pulling Syd’s hair, treating the kinky bitch to some fun. He knew enough to give her what he didn’t give Nancy. Then again, Nancy was getting off, even if he wasn’t exactly doing it to her.

She’d brought herself to the verge of pure, sensual bliss from her husband fucking another woman. Her best friend. Her partner. Nancy wondered if that was a really toxic partnership or a really healthy marriage. Shit, even if he were cheating on her, how could she not get off on how Patrick was making Syd come?

“Holy shit, my whole body feels like it’s going in that tight ass!” Patrick hissed—knowing she was hearing him as well as Syd made Nancy feel like somehow he was fucking both of them with one dick. “Goddamn, I’m so close I can feel it in my bones!”

“Fuck me! Ram me! Break me!” Syd gasped. “OHH FUCK!” Tears ran down her cheeks. Nancy felt them, hot and wet, where Syd pressed her face between Nancy’s shoulder blades. Her body was blushing; both of them were. Syd’s toes curled up hard with each second Patrick’s dick spent in her colon. “I’m gonna come!” She sounded disbelieving.

“You’re gonna come with my husband,” Nancy trilled. “Come from getting ass-fucked by that big dick I’m fucking married to…”

“Yes, yes…” Syd breathed, brushing her lips across the back of Nancy’s neck like she was trying to kiss it but couldn’t stop panting long enough to pucker her lips…

“HAAA!” Patrick laughed once, harshly, as he surrounded both women in his huge arms, bear-hugging them together as he slammed into Syd, so hard Nancy thought she felt his tip through Syd’s stomach and in the small of her back.

His eyes rolled back, and he gasped, and then Syd shrieked—he had come for her.

“Give it to me, give it to me!” Syd mewled in Nancy’s ear, as though she was the one responsible for Patrick bellowing, pistoning out of control, unloading his cum all into Syd’s bowels.

(But then, wasn’t Nancy?)

Nancy’s climax hit her with such force that she nearly broke free of Patrick’s bear-hug. Her feet kicked out, toenails clawing at the side of the pool. She clenched her thighs together, trapping her own grinding hand, holding it in place as if to ensure it got sopping wet when her cream gushed.

She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming—she much more wanted to hear the noise Patrick and Syd were making.

“Give me that cum!” Syd gibbered. “Put it in my ass!”

“YEAHHH!” Patrick gasped. “Take that cum, take it, take it… this is how much cum Nancy takes, yeah… when you see that little wife of mine, this is how much cum I’ve fucking got inside her… Jesus…”

He looked as if he were going to pass out, but neither woman was in any position to notice. Now that he’d given them their fuck, their cum, their attention was on each other. Nancy was used to fucking Patrick. Syd was used to anonymous sex. Having one another in the afterglow, the eye of an orgiastic storm, was so new to them that it was impossible to ignore.

Syd whispered in Nancy’s ear, trying desperately to redirect her thoughts from the notion of the Latina having her guts full of cum—the lucky bitch being that lucky who knew how many times they’d hung out. Homegirl was holding out on her.

Then again, Nancy had been on a rough road with Patrick up til recently. Maybe she was trying to keep her mind off the subject. Because if Syd had married that dick and it’d stopped putting out, she’d be tempted to eat a bullet.

“Oh shit—goddamn wifey cunt—you better let this man fuck that hot stripper ass whenever he wants or Imma make myself his bitch… let him put these dick-sucker lips on like a condom whenever he want… send him nudes every time I see a mirror…”

“Why would he want your nudes?” Nancy retorted. “He sleeps with me every night.”

“And you don’t wear some princess-ass T-shirts and pajamas and shit to bed?”

Not anymore, Nancy thought to herself. Satisfying her and her best friend and her best friend being a total size queen like Syd meant she’d go to sleep wearing some horror movie bimbo shit. Nighties and thongs and little lace things she didn’t know the name of because they were French.

She looked again at the reflection and saw with blurred vision how Patrick and Syd worked out the last of their ecstasy, bringing their undulating bodies to a stop.

“How the fuck was that your load?” Syd asked. “I feel like I’m smuggling a water balloon in my guts! The fuck is your limp, Nanc, you been getting this dick, where is it?”

“It’s all you,” Patrick insisted. “Your asshole practically gave me a blowjob.”

“What do you expect? I needed to do something to make that hard-on go down! You about killed me with that beast in my digestive tract…”

“I thought you’d be able to handle it, since you’re so hardcore and Nancy is a sweet, innocent housewife… she never has any problems…”

“I don’t have problems?” Nancy asked. “There’s not enough chlorine in the world for the clean-up this pool is going to need.”

“I’ll drain it,” Patrick promised. “Can’t have Isabel swimming in here now…”

“Really drain it,” Syd said. “Not like Nancy does where she leaves you with enough to nearly come out my mouth…”

“Don’t tease me,” Nancy shot back. “It was hot enough having you necking me.”

Then she wondered why the hell she’d said that, because one member of the McKenna family fucking Sydney Burnett just had to be enough.

***

It was all she could do to send Syd on her way. Syd wanted to stay and fuck Patrick all over again and Patrick had no trouble getting his prick stiff again—Nancy wanted more too.

Not Patrick all to herself, but more of this secret they could share… being able to look at each other and know, intimately, definitively, how well-fucked they were, because they’d gotten it from the same man. Because they’d seen for themselves just what a hot fuck the other was getting.

But Nancy also felt guilty, as though she were using Syd like a sex toy, sweeping her up in the surge of sensuality from her renewed relationship with Patrick. And Izzy would be coming home eventually and the last thing Nancy wanted was to explain to her absolutely any of this.

She needed time to compose her feelings, so that the secret would stay shared between only them. No one else could know how they’d both come for Nancy’s husband—enjoying doubling his lust so both of them were on the receiving end of way, way too much to handle.

At work the next day Nancy couldn’t get over how good it had been fucking with Syd. It had been great with Patrick recently… she thought she’d reached the limit her body could get to… but just thinking about it with Syd and Patrick filled her body with a pulsing, sensual warmth that very nearly compelled her to touch herself.

She had to keep trying to force it out of her mind like she would avoid some hypnotic trigger to turn her into a cock-hungry slut, but just looking at Syd…

Sitting at her desk, Nancy imagined taking Patrick’s cock into her mouth, right after he’d been inside Syd. The last time she’d done it, he’d gone off unexpectedly—done in by the one-two combo of her going right after Syd.