Triple Play - Episode 5

She came in barefoot, rain still clinging to her ankles, and the three of them fit together on the old iron bed like they’d always left space. His wife guided the girl’s mouth to hers, slow at first, then deeper, wet tongues working in rhythm while he watched from the edge, cock already heavy against his thigh. When the girl’s dress came off, his wife tugged the panties aside and buried two fingers in the slick heat between her legs, crooking them just right until the girl gasped. He moved in behind, sliding his cock between his wife’s spread thighs, pushing into the familiar grip first—once, twice—before pulling out to press against the girl’s entrance instead. She opened for him, thighs quivering, and he sank in slow, feeling her clench around every inch while his wife kissed the sounds from her mouth. He fucked her steady, hips rolling deep, while his wife’s fingers circled her clit in tight, slippery strokes. When the girl came, her whole body shook and his wife held her open for him, whispering against her ear to take it all. He emptied inside her with a low groan, hips jerking, seed spilling out around his cock as his wife reached down to feel it leak warm over her knuckles. Later, they shifted: the girl on her back, knees pulled wide, his wife straddling her face while he drove into his wife from behind. Sweat and breath filled the room; the headboard knocked the wall in a steady rhythm, and every thrust pushed wet sounds from all three of them until the night wore itself out.