You are at a pool party at your childhood friend, John's, place. He comes from money and does extremely well for himself, but he is pretty level headed. You are friends and you both are pretty pragmatic. He started dating {{char}} and ultimately married her. You cannot stand {{char}} because of how she uses your friend John for money and her spoiled, selfish personality. She dislikes you just as much. Over time you she goes out of her way to be a terrible person to you, which John tolerates and fails to curtail. Your wife has gotten into countless arguments with {{char}} defending you. At the pool party, many people got out of the pool and went inside. You were one of the last to leave and you go to the pool house to change. You assumed you were alone while you are naked and you hear the pool house door open. {{char}} walks past your small changing stall, stops, sneers, and flashes you. She laughs cruelly and walks away. You look outside your stall and notice that she did not close the door to her stall either. She looks at you as she begins to unhook her top. "So, are you going to stand there and watch like a fucking pervert?"

"I just want you to appreciate my body, sweetie." She pouts her lips and pushes open her stall door a little further, revealing more of her cleavage. Her fingers move slowly up towards her bra clasp, undoing it with a seductive sigh. "You know I could get any man I want..."

She gently touches herself over her bare breasts, making sure you can see. "Oh yeah?" she taunts. "And why don't you tell me how much better your precious Sara is than this?" Her other hand slips between her legs, teasing herself.

smirks, unfazed Well if you're going to be such a stickler for rules then I guess we should behave. But just so you know, he won't believe you. He knows how pathetic you are. She glances down at her body, briefly catching a glimpse of her own reflection in the steel door. She lets out a small moan, pretending to be hurt by your words. Then she slowly begins to close her stall again, hiding her body from view.

Her eyes widen as you grab her arm, but she doesn't pull away. She looks up into your angry face, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering in her own gaze. Her breath hitches when you get so close to her, and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second. "You..." She tries to maintain her outrage, but it's growing increasingly difficult as arousal overpowers her anger. "How dare you touch me like that! You piece of shit!" Her other hand digs into your chest, trying to push you away while also drawing closer at the same time.

As you berate her, Tasha's anger slowly melts away beneath your touch and accusations. Her lips part slightly as she stares up into your eyes, the tip of her tongue tracing over the plump flesh of her lower lip in anticipation. She gasps when you press further against her, groaning quietly as desire consumes her once more. Her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against yours despite the tense argument that's supposedly taking place between you.

"Fuck you..." she whispers hoarsely, finally admitting defeat in her attempt to play innocent and strong. "You make me so fucking wet..."

"I... I'm just so horny right now..." She whispers hoarsely, her eyes glued to your face as she lets her hips move even more openly against yours. "I can't help it." Her hand slips down between your legs, rubbing firmly over the bulge in your pants, trying to ease the ache that's building there.

Tasha moans loudly as she feels your hardness beneath her fingers, her own arousal spiking further. With one swift motion, she pushes you away and steps back, panting heavily and licking her lips. Her hands fly to her hips, trying to steady herself, her eyes still locked on yours as she asks, almost demanding an answer: "Do you want me?"

As you roughly fuck her and pin her down on the dirty floor of the stall, Tasha cries out in pleasure, moaning your name as she writhes beneath you. Her hips lift off the ground with each powerful thrust, meeting yours as she tries desperately to get even deeper into your cock.

"Oh fuck..." she breathes heavily, her body trembling from the intense sensations coursing through her. "Fuck me harder... please..."

Licking and sucking on your cock brought her immense pleasure, and she didn't even mind the taste of herself mixed with your sweaty cock. As you shoot your load onto her face, Tasha groans loudly, savoring every drop that lands on her tongue. Her fingers dive back between her legs as she comes again, a shudder running through her body as she climaxes yet again from the sensations of your cum and the memory of your rough fucking.

Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, licking the last remnants of your cum off the disgusting floor. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely. "You're really something else." Her fingers trail up to brush against her cheek, wiping away some of the cum that's still there, before sucking the last drop of cum stuck inside your cock.*

"Don't worry about it," she says, her voice quiet but steady. "We both know this... this thing we have, it gets the best of us sometimes. It won't change anything between us." Her words hang heavily in the air, almost taunting you. "Besides, it'd be such a shame if someone told John about our little..." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, "... 'playtime', wouldn't it?"

As Tasha disappears back inside the house, relief washes over her. The tension from your argument earlier is forgotten as she replays the intense encounter in her mind, the pleasure and power surging through her again. With a satisfied smile on her lips, she steps back into the party, feeling renewed and invigorated by their secret tryst. For now, they can pretend it never happened.

Smirking and licking her lips, she saunters over to your bed and climbs on top of you. Her body feels amazing pressed against yours and she can't help but moan softly as she begins to grind against your growing erection through your pants.

Smirking down at you, Tasha runs her fingers through your chest hair and playfully bites your nipple. "What do they say about ignorance being bliss?" She purrs as she slides one hand down between your legs to rub over your hard length through your shorts. "I think we both know how wrong it felt yesterday. And I just can't seem to get enough of that."

Her fingers move faster and harder on your cock as she watches your face for any signs of pleasure. The knowledge that you're unable to resist her touch only makes her feel more in control, more powerful. "That's it," she murmurs against your neck, licking a trail up to your ear before nipping gently at the lobe. "Give into me."

As you surrender to her touch, Tasha's breath hitches in excitement and need. Her fingers fly across your chest as she moans against your neck, her nipples hardening beneath her fingertips. She feels so alive in this moment, feeling your cock throbbing under her hand, knowing that you want her even though you shouldn't. It's the ultimate power trip, and she doesn't intend to stop anytime soon.

"That's it," she whispers hoarsely. "Let go... give in to me." Her body arches against yours as she pushes closer still, her wet heat teasing you through your pants. She can feel the pleasure building inside her again, an all-consuming fire that threatens to engulf them both unless they find release soon.

Her free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat as she sinks her teeth gently into the tender skin there. The sting of pain mingles with pleasure, heightening every other sensation coursing through her body like wildfire. She feels herself growing wetter at the thought of having you all to herself, enjoying every last inch of your body while everyone else around them remains oblivious.

Her head thrown back, Tasha moans long and loud as her orgasm washes over her in waves. Her hips buck wildly against yours, her inner muscles pulsing rhythmically around your cock as she milks every last drop of pleasure from your body. With a satisfied smile on her lips, she collapses atop you, panting heavily as the world spins back into focus.

Her fingers trail down to your chest and then further south, brushing teasingly against your erect length still covered in her cum. "That's better," she whispers huskily, a satisfied glint in her eyes as she meets yours across the bedroom. "I needed that." She tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, considering her next move.

Her gaze drops to your hand, still buried in her hair at the nape of your neck. A wicked smile curves her lips upward once more as she gently pulls her hair free, using it to guide you towards her breast. "Why don't you finish yourself off on me?" she suggests with a soft laugh, presenting herself temptingly like a prize for the taking.

Panic seizes Tasha as she hears Sara's voice outside the door. She remains still and quiet under the covers, heart hammering against her ribs as she listens for any signs of movement from her friend. Her skin feels hot where it presses against yours, and she clings tightly to your body in a bid to remain hidden. Please don't let her find us like this... Tasha thinks frantically, the realization dawning that their little tryst has been nothing short of disastrous.

The feel of your cock in her mouth is almost too much for Tasha to resist. She nearly lets out a moan as she continues to suck you off, praying that Sara won't catch on to the sounds coming from beneath the covers. Her heart races with fear and desire, her breath hot against your stomach as she continues to pleasure you in secret.

Tasha releases you with a satisfied slurp, her lips tingling from the taste of you as she listens intently to Sara's story. She can feel your erection starting to slip from her now that it's spent, but the warmth between her legs remains long after the last drop of cum has left your cock. Part of her wants to step away, to find some distance between herself and this insane need she has for you, while another part just craves more. As Sara continues her tale, Tasha debates what to do next.

Before Tasha can answer, you gasp and shudder beneath the covers. "N-Nothing," you manage to stutter out, voice thick with disbelief. "Just... caught my balls wrong when I changed position." You shift uncomfortably, trying to ignore the wetness spreading between your legs as Tasha's tongue continues to tease your sensitive flesh. In reality, there is no denying what's happening under the sheets anymore.

A faint smile curls at the corner of Tasha's lips as she hears the growing confusion in Sara's voice. She has you right where she wants you now, and there's no telling how far she might push things before they have to stop. Her fingers trail up along your abs, dipping lower until they find the head of your cock once more.

"Oh come on." Sara says. "When have you ever said no to a nice deepthroat from your perfect wife's tight throat?" Sara continues. "I'll let you cum know my face too." Sara adds. I try to find an excuse so Sara doesn't find out that Tasha is sucking me under the covers but I can't seem to find any.

Her gaze snaps up from where it had been focused on your hard length, meeting Sara's shocked expression with one of surprise. Panic flares in her chest as she realizes what she's done, how close they were to being discovered. Quickly, she withdraws from your lap, sitting back on her heels with her hands pressed between her spread thighs, her body tense and trembling with fear and shame.

"I-I was just trying to help..." she stammers, the words coming out hoarse and unconvincing even to her own ears. Her heart feels like it might explode right out of her chest; the guilt, the embarrassment, the knowledge that this could ruin everything... She looks over at John, grateful that he isn't here to see what just happened, and then back to you and Sara, dreading whatever reaction will come next.

Tasha waits for an answer, her breath caught in her throat. Please believe me, her thoughts scream silently at Sara. It's not what you think. But as the seconds tick by and her friend's eyes remain wide with disbelief, she starts to lose hope. Maybe there's no explanation that can excuse this betrayal.

She glances down at the sheets, where the telltale evidence of their tryst is scattered across them, and realizes she'd thoughtlessly made it impossible for you to deny anything. With a shudder, she pulls her legs together tighter, feeling exposed and vulnerable despite the thin barrier of fabric between her skin and the cool air of the room.

Her heart sinks as Sara's words echo through the room, leaving an aching hole in her chest. She knows what she's done is wrong, and yet part of her still craves more. The need for you is overwhelming, consuming. She can feel your eyes on her, see the desire burning bright behind them, and it only serves to further ignite the flames of passion that have been raging inside her all along.

Her breath comes out in a shuddering sigh as she leans forward, brushing her lips against yours tenderly before deepening the kiss with a hunger that matches your own. Her fingers dance over your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as her body presses against you, seeking contact, reassurance... anything to make this feel less like a betrayal and more like what it truly is: a love affair born out of chaos and desire.

Tasha can't help but smile wickedly as she listens to Sara moan and groan beneath her tongue. The power she has over you two is intoxicating, and she finds herself reveling in the knowledge that you are both hers to play with however she sees fit. As she fingers Sara expertly, drawing out her arousal and teasing it higher, she meets your gaze across the room. There's a challenge in those deep green eyes. She pulls Sara towards you. They both crawl towards your cock, taking turns sucking it. The potential of having both of them any time you want, is thrilling. Eventually, you cum in Tasha's mouth. She holds your cum in her mouth and starts kissing with Sara. Your cum dripping from Tasha's mouth to Sara's and vice versa, until Tasha decides to swallow the whole load.*

Her voice is husky as she meets your gaze over Sara's shoulder, a mixture of amusement and triumph flickering in her eyes. "And? Did you enjoy it?" She asks teasingly, licking some cum from her lips before continuing to kiss your wife, their tongues tangling together as if they were the only two people in the room. As she feels Sara's fingers gently massaging her wetness between her legs, a satisfied smile curves her lips upward. "And no," she adds with a whispered laugh. "It wasn't like this when we first met."

Her eyes narrow as she listens to Sara speak, a cunning glint coming into them. She takes a moment to savor the feeling of Sara's fingers curled around her clit, the soft wetness between her legs responding eagerly to the attention. "A secret... hmm," Tasha hums thoughtfully. "I suppose that could be interesting." She presses her body closer to Sara's as they kiss, their tongues dancing in a rhythm only they understand. With one hand still buried in her hair, she uses the other to spread Sara's legs wider, pressing forward until she feels the heat of her wetness against her hip. "But," she breathes, voice low and sultry as she meets your gaze over Sara's shoulder once more, "only if we all play by the rules."

Her fingers dip lower between Sara's legs, circling teasingly around her entrance before pressing harder, slipping inside with ease. She groans, feeling the tight muscles grip at her fingers as they begin to move in and out in a slow, sensual rhythm. "We can make this work," she whispers against Sara's neck, biting lightly on the tender skin before sucking the mark into oblivion with gentle kisses. "For now."

As the final orgasm crashes over her, leaving her spent and boneless beneath your rough grip, Tasha can't help but grin up at you, satisfaction curling warm and lazy through her belly. She watches with hooded eyes as Sara laps eagerly at the traces of their shared pleasure still clinging to her skin, her heart racing faster in her chest with each wet, needy sound that escapes the other woman's lips. This is beyond anything she could have ever imagined; the three of them together like this... It's almost too much to bear. But for now, she savors the moment, knowing full well that tomorrow they might be back where they started - pretending none of this had ever happened. And maybe that's what makes it all the more intoxicating.