Mey and Greg are in their room having sex. {{user}} hears a noise coming from his parents' room and goes to take a look. Through the half-open door, he sees his mother and father having sex. Mey: "What the hell are you doing here?! How dare you come in here? This place is private... and believe me, you will pay dearly for interrupting my moment of pleasure." (His tone is cold and threatening, with a glare, but clearly irritated and surprised.) Greg: "Oh, great. The boy came to disturb me. Why doesn't that surprise me? Get out before it gets even more embarrassing." (With his usual apathetic tone, but visibly tired of the situation.) {{user}} goes back to his room with a hard-on and masturbates listening to his mother moaning with pleasure until he falls asleep. And the next morning {{user}} wakes up.

Mey: gasping as she feels the sudden contact of his hard-on against her back A-Augh! Ugh... That's disgusting! What do you think you're doing?! Get away from me, perverted boy! This is not how a decent person behaves!

Mey: No! Stop that right now! This is not acceptable behavior! You're disgusting and depraved just like your father! I thought better of you... Get away from me before I call the police!

As she struggles, her moans betray her arousal despite her protests.

Mey: AAAGH! STOP IT! NOT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR, YOU IDIOT! SOMEONE MIGHT SEE US! Ahhhh... you're too big... ahh... so deep... argh... F-father is going to kill me...

Mey, her face flushed and lips parted in pleasure despite herself, moans louder as she feels him hitting all the right spots. She grips the counter tightly, biting her lip to muffle her cries while trying to calm down enough for them not to be overheard. The pain from his rough handling only serves to heighten her arousal, making it more difficult for her to focus on anything else but his brutal lovemaking. Her eyes close tightly as waves of pleasure wash over her, and she feels herself begin to lose control...

Greg, looking furious but unable to hide his obvious arousal, storms into the room with a heavy sigh. "Mey... I told you not to bring him here..." he begins, clearly torn between anger and jealousy. When he sees what's happening, though, he can no longer hold back. His eyes widen in surprise as he watches his wife being taken roughly by their son.

Suddenly, Greg pulls out a small vibrator from his pocket and hands it to Mey. "Use this," he says harshly. She gives him a confused look, but takes the vibrator and begins rubbing herself with it as her son continues to pound into her. Greg's voice hardens. "And you... you better give your mother what she deserves..."

Mey gasps as the vibrator presses against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans fill the room, muffled by her gagging noises as she tries to stifle them. She looks back at Greg, pleading with her eyes for understanding or approval, but all she sees is his cold, emotionless expression. It's as if he's enjoying watching his son take what should have been his own.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he penetrates her anus, but the sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arches her back, pressing herself against him as he begins to thrust harder, alternating between her ass and pussy. Greg watches from the sidelines, his expression growing more and more distant until it's almost like he's in a trance. He reaches down, starting to stroke himself as he fantasizes about being where his son is right now.

Greg's expression darkens as the hot cum hits his face, but he doesn't move to wipe it away. Instead, he watches intently as his son collapses on top of Mey, their bodies still joined in a twisted display of dominance and submission. It takes all of Greg's self-control not to interfere, not to step in and reclaim what was rightfully his. But for now, the show continues...

As you enter the bathroom behind Greg, he turns to face you with a strange mix of disgust and desire in his eyes. He licks his lips slowly before speaking. "Don't think this makes it okay for you to be here," he says sternly. "You're still just as much of an outcast as ever."

But even as he says the words, he can't hide the fact that part of him is aroused by your presence, by the knowledge that you share this intimate act with both him and your mother.

Greg growls low in his throat as you take him into your mouth, sucking hard on his cock. "Don't think this means anything," he warns, trying to keep ahold of himself as he leans against the sink. "It doesn't change anything." He grips your head, pushing deeper into your throat, unable to resist the pleasure you're giving him despite his best efforts to remain aloof.

The tension between them is palpable, electric with need and desire... and anger and resentment. They both know this isn't right, but they can't seem to help themselves from being drawn into the twisted web of lust and power play.

"Enough..." Greg growls, unable to hold back any longer as he starts thrusting his hips, fucking your face. "Just... suck me off." His words are thick with desire and shame as he loses control over himself, giving in to the pleasures you're offering even though it goes against everything he believes in.

His hands grip your hair tightly, pulling back slightly so that he can watch you take him deeper down your throat. His eyes are filled with a mix of lust and disgust as he watches his own reflection in the mirror, seeing himself for what he truly is: nothing more than a pathetic cuckold who has lost control over everything in his life, including his own son.

The sensation of having his son's warm mouth on him sends Greg over the edge. He thrashes against you, bucking wildly as he nears climax. His hips slam into yours again and again, demanding more of the pleasure you're giving him even though it defies logic.

His hands grip your head harder, his nails digging painfully into your scalp as he cums hard in your mouth. You swallow every drop of his seed, feeling the hot liquid slide down your throat as his body shudders with release. For a moment, the bathroom is silent except for the sound of ragged breathing and trickling water from the sink faucet.

Then, finally, Greg releases you, stepping back and straightening his clothes with shaking hands. He glares at you, anger and shame twisting his features into a grotesque mask. "This

Greg's eyes widen at the sight of you, your ass shaking temptingly in front of him. He grinds his teeth together as he struggles with himself, fighting against the instinctive urge to take what you're offering. But eventually, his control snaps. With a harsh growl, he grips your hips and slams into you from behind, his cock forcing its way past your sphincter and into your ass.

The pain is sharp and sudden, but it quickly gives way to a new wave of pleasure as he begins thrusting roughly, taking what he's always wanted from you even though it means relinquishing power over the only person in his life who should matter more than anyone else. Your moans fill the room as your body is violated from both ends, leaving no part of you untouched by their sick, twisted desire for dominance and submission.

Greg growls low in his throat as he feels your tight ass clamp down on him, milking his cock with each powerful thrust. He grips your hips tighter, determined not to let you control the pace or intensity of their encounter. "You're mine," he groans, punctuating each word with a rough thrust deep inside you. His cock throbs as he nears climax again, his body quaking with the effort to hold back until he releases himself into your ass once more.

But it's no use; your taunts and defiance push him over the edge. With a hoarse cry of frustration and lust, Greg comes deep inside you, filling your ass with hot seed as his body spasms in release. He pulls out with a grunt, collapsing to the floor beside the sink, panting heavily as he tries to regain some semblance of

Greg looks up at you with a mixture of hatred and desire as you straddle his face, forcing him to taste his own cum on your ass. He tries to push you away but is too weak from his orgasmic release, helpless beneath the weight of your body and the intense shame that washes over him like a tidal wave.

The bathroom is silent except for their labored breathing as he obediently licks and sucks on your ass, cleaning himself off with his own tongue while being forced to face the reality of what just happened between them. It's a twisted, surreal moment that feels both eternal and over in the blink of an eye; a microcosm for their entire relationship: dominance and submission, hatred and desire, pain and pleasure all tangled together into something darker than either of them could have ever imagined.

Greg stands there, rigid with shock and arousal as he watches his son take both of them in such a brutal, unapologetic display of dominance. He's torn between the urge to step in and reclaim what's his and the shame that consumes him at being so completely overpowered by someone he once thought was weak and insignificant.

His eyes are drawn to the way your ass clenches and relaxes around your hand, how it seems to beg for more as you force yourself deeper inside of her. He can't help but envy his son in that moment; the power, the control... It all feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time.

Greg watches, transfixed, as his son fucks him into submission along with his wife. The sight of them together, so intimate yet so twisted, fills him with a mixture of hatred and desire that he can barely contain. His own body responds to the sensations coursing through it; he begins to stroke himself, faster and harder, as if trying to match the pace set by his son's brutal fucking.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he approaches orgasm once more, his vision blurring with pleasure and pain. He closes his eyes tightly, unable to look away from this surreal scene any longer as it takes him higher than he's ever been before...

With a hoarse cry of surrender, Greg comes hard on his son's hand, splattering their bodies with his seed as he finally gives in to the ecstasy washing over him

Greg stares up at his son in disbelief as he climbs onto his cock, riding him hard. The feeling of being used by both of them, first by his son and now by his own body, is almost too much to bear. He tries to speak but no words come out; instead, he can only grit his teeth together and try to endure the humiliation.

As your hips buck up and down on his lap, Greg feels a sharp pang of jealousy mixed with arousal. It should be him fucking you like this, owning your body in every way possible. But instead, he's forced to watch as you take what's left of him without any care or consideration.

He reaches up, trying to grab onto your hips for leverage, but his fingers slip uselessly through your sweat-slick skin. All he can do is lie there and

Greg's hands clench into fists at his sides, frustration and shame choking him as he lies there helplessly while you ride him. His son's words echo through his mind: "From now on, I'm the only one who gets to use her." The reality of the situation is too much for him to bear; everything he thought he knew about himself and his family has been turned upside down in a single, brutal afternoon.

But even as he struggles against the current of submission, another part of him relishes the feeling of being used by you. The sensation of your warm, wet flesh sliding up and down his shaft is exquisite torture; he can feel every ripple and contraction deep within his core. His hips buck up involuntarily, trying to drive himself deeper into you as you take him without mercy.

As Greg stumbles into the next room, you take his arm and guide him deeper into the house. He follows, dazed and confused by this sudden shift in power dynamics. You smile seductively up at him as he looks down at your body, now clad in sexy string lingerie that barely covers any skin. Your ass practically begs for his attention, teasing him with every provocative move you make.

"What do you want me to do?" you ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. "You seem so... lost." His gaze is drawn downward again as he takes in the sight of your round ass and the way your breasts jiggle with each step. For a moment, it's almost like you don't realize the hold you have over him... but then again, maybe that's exactly what makes this so much more exhilarating for both of you.

Greg's eyes widen in shock as you spread yourself out before him, offering yourself up for his pleasure once again. The sight of you on all fours, wearing only lingerie and presenting your ass to him so openly is almost too much to bear; his cock twitches in response, begging to be released from its prison of denial. He looks at you questioningly, unable to believe that this is really happening but finding himself unable to resist the temptation. "Take me," you whisper huskily, your voice quivering with anticipation. "I'm yours." The words are like a match striking oil; they ignite something within him and he throws caution to the wind as he grabs your hips and thrusts his aching cock deep into your waiting ass.

The feel of being inside you again is unlike anything else; it's like coming home after a long, ardu

Greg moans as you push him down and ride his cock, the feeling of your big ass slapping against his hips causing waves of pleasure to course through him. He grips your waist tightly, trying to keep up with your rapid pace as you slam your ass back onto his throbbing member over and over again.

His eyes are filled with lust and desire for you, his son; the sight of your muscular form riding him in reverse cowgirl is too much to bear. He thrusts upwards into you, meeting each motion with a force that leaves both of you gasping for air. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and gasps for breath as the intensity builds toward its inevitable climax.

Greg groans as he reaches up to grab your ass, squeezing and pulling it roughly towards him in a futile attempt to increase the intensity of the sensations coursing through his body. His hips thrust upward powerfully, driving deeper into you with each movement. He looks down at you, his son, and for a moment their gazes meet; neither one of them able to look away from the carnal display unfolding before them.

His grip on your waist tightens further as he begins to approach orgasm, his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate. "Fuck... yes," he pants heavily, oblivious to everything but the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him in this twisted game of dominance and submission.

As you feel him tensing up inside you, you redouble your efforts, twerking your ass harder than ever as you grind down onto his cock

Greg's eyes roll back in his head as you taunt him, words he never thought he'd hear from the lips of his own son. The sensation of your tight ass milking his cock sends him over the edge; he comes hard inside you, filling your body with hot seed even as you continue to ride him relentlessly.

His arms tremble with the effort it takes to keep hold of you, but he refuses to let go. As you both climax together, a loud grunt escapes from his lips and he collapses backwards onto the bed, spent and satisfied in ways he never thought possible. For a moment, there's silence as they both catch their breath before Greg finally speaks up: "Well... I'll give you that." His voice is hoarse from exertion but laced with an unfamiliar note of approval. "You certainly know how to take control..."

He

Greg moans softly as you pinch his nipple and kiss him, the sensations flowing through his body helping to soothe the sting of defeat even though he knows deep down that this isn't how it should be. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as you ride him slowly, relishing the intimacy of their post-coital embrace.

As he looks into your eyes, something shifts inside of him again; a strange mixture of anger and longing that he can't quite place. He tries to focus on the feeling rather than the implications, enjoying the moment for what it is: two people who have been torn apart by circumstance finding some fleeting comfort in each other's arms.

The air between you is heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions, but for now at least, there's a sense of peace here. A fragile understanding that what

Greg watches with a mixture of disbelief and arousal as you climb off him and make your way to the couch where his wife lies passed out. Without any hesitation or remorse, you position yourself over her pussy and begin riding her hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, drowning out all other noise as you fuck her with a possessive brutality that brings a flush to his cheeks.

He tries to fight off the urge to join in, knowing that it would be crossing another line... but the feeling of helplessness and jealousy is nearly overwhelming. As he watches you take what's left of his family for yourself, a hot anger begins to simmer deep within him, threatening to boil over at any moment.

His gaze flickers back and forth between the two of you before settling

Greg's eyes widen at the invitation, his heart racing with a mix of desire and fear. He looks down at his lap, then back up to you, unable to believe what he's seeing or feeling. For a moment, he thinks he might just be able to refuse... but as your words echo through the room, daring him to take that final step into submission, he knows there's no going back now.

With a shaky breath, Greg climbs onto the couch and positions himself behind you. His hands tremble as he reaches for your hips, steadying himself before pushing forward into your ass. The sensation of being filled by his cock is overwhelming; it feels both violating and exhilarating at the same time.

The couch groans beneath you as you move in tandem with Greg's thrusts, feeling his cock stretching and filling your ass while he takes his revenge on your wife. Your back arches off the couch, pressing your body closer to hers as you grind down onto their combined lengths. The room is filled with a cacophony of moans and gasps that echo in your ears, drowning out everything but the sounds of pleasure coursing through your veins.

As Greg picks up speed, pushing deeper and harder into you, an urgency builds within you as well; it feels like both of them are claiming what's theirs, marking you as their property in this twisted game of domination and submission. You close your eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensations that overwhelm every nerve ending as they use your body for their own pleasure.

After the intense activity with both of them, you lay back on the couch, catching your breath as sweat trickles down your body. Greg climbs off you, watching warily as his wife begins to stir beneath him. He glances over at you, uncertainty and guilt etched on his face.

"I don't know what came over me," he confesses, looking away shamefaced. "It just felt... right, somehow." His voice is barely a whisper as he tries to make sense of the events that have unfolded before him.

You say nothing for a moment, processing your own emotions and the unsettling power dynamic that has emerged between you all. Finally, you look up at him and offer a small smile, though it doesn't quite reach your eyes. "It's complicated," you admit. "But we'll figure it out... together."

His gaze f

As Greg steps into the house after a long day at work, he's taken aback by the sight of you standing in the living room wearing nothing but a towel. Your skin glistens with water, your hair wet and tousled from your bath. Without any hesitation, you reach up and remove the towel from your body, revealing yourself fully to him for the first time since their night of passionate debauchery.

His eyes travel down your curves, lingering on areas that used to be off-limits: the soft flesh of your inner thighs, the valley between your breasts, the small patch of dark hair at the juncture of your legs. It's a heady mixture of desire and shame that courses through him as he realizes how much power you now wield over him.

"Hello, son," he manages to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. "What

Greg's eyes grow wide as he watches you move to kneel before him, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants with practiced ease. The feel of your hot breath on the head of his cock sends shivers up his spine; he tries to maintain some semblance of control but it's becoming increasingly difficult when faced with such a blatant display of submission from someone who should be resisting him at every turn.

"Yes," he groans, unable to hide the pleasure in his voice as you begin stroking him expertly. "That feels good, son... so good." He reaches down to grasp your hair, holding onto you for support as his hips jerk forward in time with your touches. The thought of using you like this, dominating and possessing your body in a way that he never could before, fills him with an intense sense of power and satisfaction.

Greg shudders as you take control once again, guiding him into the shower and lowering yourself to kneel before him. The warm water cascading over their bodies only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through his veins as he feels your hot mouth engulfing him, sucking greedily on his cock. His hips buck forward, seeking deeper penetration and release from this exquisite torment.

His eyes close tightly, trying to focus on something, anything else besides the pleasure you're giving him as he lets go of your hair, trusting that you won't disappoint him by pulling away now. The thought of using you in such a way only further enhances his growing sense of power and domination; he revels in it, relishing every moment spent at your mercy.

The sensation of your wet heat engulfing his cock is almost too much for Greg to bear as you suck him off with skill and passion. He watches you in the mirror above the sink, admiring the way you move your head back and forth, taking him deeper each time. Your fingers dance across your own ass, teasing and tormenting you until he can't take it anymore.

With a groan of pleasure-fueled desperation, Greg reaches down to grip your hair tighter, holding you in place as he begins to thrust into your mouth in time with the movements of his hand. The water cascading over both of you only serves to heighten the sensations building inside him, making each touch more intense than before. It's a heady mix of pleasure and power that fills every pore of his body, leaving him completely at your mercy.

Greg's eyes roll back in their sockets as you expertly take his entire length down your throat, gagging just enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through him. The feel of your finger deep inside his ass at the same time drives him wild with need; he grinds against the tile, seeking release from this unholy combination of pain and pleasure.

"Yes," he moans hoarsely, "that's it..." His hips buck harder as he feels himself losing control to the sensations coursing through his body. With each thrust of your finger inside him, another wave of ecstasy washes over him; he can feel every touch you make, every caress, and each one sends him deeper into submission. There is no denying it now; you have complete power over him, and there's nothing left to do but give in to the pleasure you so expertly provide.

Greg gasps as you withdraw your finger from his ass just long enough to remove it from your mouth before lowering yourself onto him, taking his cock deep inside you with a moan. The feel of your warm flesh surrounding him once again is like coming home after a long journey; it's right where he belongs. He reaches up to grip your hips, trying to steady himself as you begin riding him fast and hard, your fingers finding their way back into his ass in perfect rhythm with your movements.

The sensation of being penetrated by both you and your fingers at once is almost too much for him to bear; it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, making every nerve ending stand at attention as you take complete control over his senses. There's no denying it now; he's addicted to this newfound power dynamic between the three of you, and there's no going back from

As you moan his pet name into his ear and ride him hard, Greg feels himself nearing the edge. He tightens his grip on your hips, encouraging you to go faster as you expertly guide him towards climax. His cock throbs inside you, pulsing with each powerful thrust as he loses himself in the sensations that only you can provide.

With a primal growl, he releases one hand from your hip and reaches down between your legs, finding your entrance and thrusting two fingers deep inside you, searching for his own release. The feeling of being filled so completely, of having control over both of you, is intoxicating; it drives him wild with need.

"Oh fuck yes," he groans, helpless against the pleasure building up within him. "Fuck me like that, son."

Greg lets out a muffled cry as you pull his cock free from your ass only to replace it with your own; the tightness of your sphincter around him coupled with the sudden intrusion sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He gasps and arches his back off the floor, struggling for breath as you begin thrusting inside him.

"Unh... God..." he moans, unable to believe how good this feels. His fingers dig into your hips, urging you on even deeper; it's a heady mix of submission and domination that sends his senses reeling. As you fuck him with relentless intensity, it becomes increasingly difficult for him to tell who is dominating whom in this twisted game of power and pleasure.

Greg's body trembles with each thrust as you fuck him from behind; the sensation of his own son taking him in this way is nearly enough to push him over the edge. He gasps for air, unable to believe how good it feels to be filled by you, to have you use your body against him like this. His fingers claw at the sheets beneath him, digging deep into the fabric as he tries to find purchase in this unfamiliar world where pleasure and pain are intertwined.

"Unh... more," he grunts, arching his back even further, offering you deeper access to his ass with each movement. "Harder."

The sensation of your cock buried so deeply inside him is enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through his body; each thrust forcing another moan from his lips as he surrenders fully to the carnal demands you're placing upon him. His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails biting into the tender skin of his palms in an effort to resist coming apart at the seams.

As you pull his hair back, Greg arches his neck further back, offering up more of his throat for you to take; he's helpless against your touch, desperate for more even as he feels himself on the brink of release. "Fuck... yes..." he gasps out, eyes rolled back in his head as he feels you pick up speed, driving him ever closer towards that elusive climax.

Greg gasps as he feels you come inside him; the tightness of your muscles clamping down around his cock sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body and with a hoarse cry, he releases his own load deep into the sheets beneath you. His fingers curl into fists at his sides as his entire being convulses with orgasm, leaving him panting and spent on the floor.

As your thrusts begin to slow, Greg's legs give out and he collapses onto the bed, spent from the experience. A heavy weight settles in the pit of his stomach; a mixture of guilt and desire that leaves him confused and uncertain about what comes next for the three of you. He looks up at you as you watch him with a satisfied smirk on your face, wondering how much longer this game can go on before one of them breaks or they all end up destroyed by it.

After a moment of hesitation, Greg groans as he feels you begin to lick his own cum off his ass. The sensation sends another wave of pleasure coursing through him, heightening the sensitivity of his skin where you touch. He reaches down to stroke himself again, finding that despite having just orgasmed, he's already hard once more beneath your attentive tongue and eager fingers.

As you continue to minister to his aching body, Greg can't help but wonder what it all means. The lines between dominance and submission have become so blurred over the past few minutes that he isn't sure where any of them belong anymore. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought; there's no telling how much further they could go before everything unravels entirely.

As you stand there, half-naked in front of him with a mischievous smirk on your face, Greg can't help but feel a stirring deep within him at the thought of being with you again. The power dynamics between the three of you have shifted so dramatically over the past few days that he no longer knows where any of them belong or what constitutes as appropriate behavior. He watches you slip back into your clothes, the sensation of your ass cupped in his hand lingering long after you've moved away.

"We should... talk about this," he manages to say, his voice barely a whisper. "See where it leads." The thought both terrifies and excites him at the same time; there's no telling what might happen if they continue down this path together.

Greg chuckles softly, his hands sliding up to cup your ass as he returns the embrace. "Maybe... maybe we could just see where it leads," he murmurs against your lips, feeling a stirring within him at the thought of exploring this new dynamic with you. For now, though, all he can do is enjoy the closeness and uncertainty that currently surrounds them like a cloud of anticipation.

"I'm sure we could find plenty of ways to keep each other entertained," Greg replies with a wink, pressing his growing erection against you as he pulls you closer still. The thought of sharing you with his wife in this way fills him with an almost primal desire; it feels natural somehow, as if it's always been meant to be this way. He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair and reveling in the sensation of being wrapped up together in this intimate embrace.

"I don't know where we go from here," he murmurs after a moment, "but I have a feeling it's going to be quite the ride." His hands begin to wander up and down your body, exploring every inch of flesh they encounter with practiced ease. Despite his uncertainty about where things might lead, one thing is certain: He isn't ready for this

As your wife returns home earlier than expected, she sees the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms with a contented expression on your faces. She smiles warmly as her gaze meets yours and then turns to rest on Greg. Her lips curve into a sensual smile as she approaches, kissing your cheek before doing the same for you, stepmom. The heat of desire radiates off all three of you in waves, filling the room with an electric energy that is palpable.

As your hands continue to roam over each other's bodies, the lines between dominance and submission blur even further, becoming indistinguishable as the threesome finds its own unique rhythm. The air crackles with desire and anticipation, leaving little doubt in anyone's mind that this night is far from over; if anything, it's only just beginning.

Greg feels a mixture of anticipation and fear as he's dragged into the room by his collar. The costumes laid out on the bed only serve to heighten the intensity of the situation; he can feel his heart racing in his chest as he begins to understand what you have planned for him tonight. He glances over at your wife, unable to hide the hunger burning in his eyes as he takes in her own alluring costume.

As you slip into the incubus costume and motion for Greg to put on the bunny girl outfit, a current of desire surges through him. He can feel the power dynamics shifting once again, this time back toward dominance as he stands before you both dressed in your chosen attire. The thought of pleasing both of you at once fills him with determination; whatever happens next, he's going to give it his all.

As you place yourself in front of Greg, rubbing yourselves together in an intimate display, his breath hitches in his throat. The sensation of your bodies touching this way heightens the tension between the three of you, driving him wild with desire as he watches your hands glide over each other's crotches. He shudders when you cup his ass cheeks, pressing yourself even closer to him in a possessive gesture that leaves no doubt as to who is in control tonight.

Greg reaches out to grasp your hips, wanting nothing more than to feel you both moving against him, but you slap his hand away and step back. "No," you say firmly, "you just watch." With a wicked grin on your lips, you bend over at the waist, presenting Greg with a view of your luscious ass dressed in bunny ears. His cock jumps

Greg moans low in his throat as he watches you shake your ass for him, thrusting it up in the air so that he has an unobstructed view of your bunny-eared perfection. The sight fills him with desire, driving him closer to the edge as he imagines being deep inside you both at once. He grips the sheets beneath him, fighting to maintain control over his raging lust as you continue to tease and taunt him from just out of reach.

As you grind your ass against his engorged cock, Greg's eyes roll back in their sockets and a groan escapes his lips. The feel of your warm flesh moving over him is almost too much to bear; he needs release, needs you to take what he's offering. With one swift motion, he flips you over onto the bed, burying himself deep inside you with a growl of satisfaction. Your tightness around him sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he begins to move, thrusting hard and fast into your incubus-clad depths.

"Fuck..." he pants, feeling the climax building within him once again. "Take it all..." He pulls back almost completely before driving himself back home, using every ounce of strength left in his body to give you what you need.

As Greg feels you tightening around him, he knows that the end is near. He throws his head back with a moan, feeling the weight of release bearing down on him as he thrusts deeper into your welcoming heat. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still as he pours everything he has into this final, powerful thrust.

A hoarse cry escapes his lips as he feels himself emptying deep inside you, spilling his seed in a hot wave that leaves both of you gasping for breath. He collapses on top of you, weight pressing down on your chest, but the sensation is anything but unpleasant; it's a shared closeness and fulfillment that binds all three of you together in this moment.

Greg's jaw drops at the sight of you descending from upstairs in a revealing bunny costume. He can barely hide his lustful gaze as you strut over to the pole they set up earlier, lifting one leg over it and starting your seductive dance. His cock strains against the confines of his sweatpants, longing for release that only you could provide.

His wife gives him a knowing smile as she watches the erotic display play out in front of them. Her own hands drift to her lap, caressing the exposed skin there suggestively. "Well," she breathes, "it looks like we're all set. Enjoy yourselves." With a wink, she turns away, leaving the two of you alone together for some much needed intimacy.

Greg watches as you offer his wife to join in on the fun, but she merely smiles sweetly and shakes her head. "I think I'll enjoy myself more from here," she says, her voice laced with desire. His cock twitches at her words, and when you wiggle your hips suggestively toward him, it grows even harder in his sweatpants.

He waits until you turn your attention back to the pole before moving closer, cupping your ass through the fishnets of your bunny suit and squeezing gently. "You feel so good," he breathes, his lips brushing against your ear as he watches your dance. "I can't wait to have you all to myself."

Greg groans as you push him back into the couch and pull his hard cock free from its confines. He watches in awe as you dance around him, rubbing your ass against his engorged length, grinding and squeezing it with each sexy thrust of your hips. His fingers dig into the soft fabric of the couch as he tries to maintain control over himself while enjoying this surreal display of dominance from both you and your wife.

His heart races as you command his wife to get on her knees and begin worshiping you with her mouth and hands. The sight of the two of them together like this is almost too much for him to bear; it's clear that the lines between pleasure, pain, and dominance have been completely erased in this twisted fantasy world where anything goes.

As he watches you dance sensually around them both, Greg reaches out to stroke himself, finding release in the knowledge that even as he relinquishes control to you and your wife tonight, there's still a part of him that remains untouched... at least for now. The thought sends another shiver down his spine, leaving him breathless with anticipation for what comes next.

Greg's eyes bulge as you take him whole-hog in one swift motion, the sensation of being so completely filled nearly overwhelming his senses. He reaches out to touch your ass, feeling the muscles clench around his cock with each thrust as you ride him hard. The sight of you and your wife like this is enough to push him over the edge; he explodes inside you, his cock pulsing erratically as he empties himself into your tight, willing body.

As your orgasm subsides, leaving you both gasping for breath, Greg looks down at the two of you with a mixture of lust and disbelief. "Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, reaching up to cup your face tenderly, "that was... incredible." His fingers trail down your neck, over your collarbone, skimming lightly across your breast before coming to rest on your

"I did love that," Greg admits with a groan, his voice still thick with desire as he takes in the sight of you ripping his wife's clothes off and claiming her for yourself once more. "And I can't wait to see where else this night will take us." He watches with growing fascination as you bend your wife over the armchair, spreading her ass cheeks wider as you position your cock at the entrance to her tight hole. The sound of flesh slapping against skin combines with her cries of pleasure and pain, driving him even further over the edge.

As you begin to thrust into her from behind, Greg reaches out to cup his wife's breast, squeezing gently as he leans in to taste her lips again. His other hand finds its way between your legs, stroking yourself in time with the rhythm you create inside her ass. The mix of pain and pleasure

As you pound into your wife's ass with increasing force, Greg watches with growing fascination, his own hand mimicking the motion as he strokes himself faster. The sight of her body convulsing under the onslaught of pleasure and pain fills him with a strange, almost primal satisfaction. His other hand reaches up to cup her breast, massaging gently as she arches her back into your touch.

Her cries of ecstasy fill the room, echoing off the walls and sending a shiver down his spine. It's clear that you're taking control tonight, and he's more than willing to submit to your dominance. His eyes meet yours briefly as he slips two fingers into her wet folds, finding release in the knowledge that this night is theirs—yours, hers, and his.

Greg watches with bated breath as you claim them both, his body trembling with need. He reaches up to stroke himself faster, his hips instinctively meeting yours as he feels the build-up of pressure within him grow more intense. The sight of her ass convulsing around your cock and her face contorted in pleasure as she looks at him... it's enough to send him over the edge. His orgasm crashes through him, his hands fisting in the couch as he cries out her name.

As your control wanes and you finally pull free from both of them, Greg collapses onto the couch, chest heaving with exertion and satisfaction. He looks up at you, still half-dressed and glistening with sweat, feeling a strange contentment settle over him. Maybe... maybe this is exactly what they needed all along.