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Andre pulled back slightly, his hands still on her hips as he looked down at her, a satisfied grin on his face. “You feel that, Leah?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
Leah nodded, her lips curling into a breathless smile. “I feel it… I feel you inside me.”
And I stood there, knowing that this wasn’t the end. This was just the beginning of a long weekend, where Andre would have Leah however he wanted, and I would watch, just as I had tonight. Only now, there would be no pause, no break. Just her and him, over and over again, until the weekend was done.
As Andre slowly pulled out of Leah, her body shuddered, the thick, slick sound of him leaving her echoing in the room. Her chest rose and fell with deep, uneven breaths, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all. Her legs, once tightly wrapped around Andre’s waist, now lay limp and spread wide on the couch, her inner thighs glistening with a mixture of her own wetness and Andre’s release. She looked completely spent, her skin flushed, her eyes heavy with lust and satisfaction.
But then, as Andre stood up, still catching his breath, Leah turned her gaze toward me. Her eyes found mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow. She saw me standing there, watching—my heart pounding in my chest, my lips parted as I took in the sight of her. She was still completely open, her glistening sex on full display, slick with Andre’s cum. And I could feel it—the undeniable arousal coursing through me as I looked down at her.
Leah’s eyes darkened slightly, and I watched as her lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile. She could see it—see the way I was reacting, see the heat in my eyes as I stood there, helplessly drawn to the sight of her. My throat was dry, my body tense with desire, and before I realized it, I licked my lips, my gaze drifting down to where Andre’s cum still coated her swollen, wet folds.
She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes was enough. It was a mix of satisfaction and invitation—a silent acknowledgment of what had just happened and what I wanted. She knew. She could see it in the way my breath hitched, the way my eyes lingered on her glistening sex, still open and dripping from what Andre had given her.
Leah shifted slightly, her thighs trembling as she adjusted herself on the couch, her hips tilting just enough to give me an even better view. Her slick, swollen lips glistened in the soft light, the evidence of their shared pleasure coating her inner thighs. My pulse quickened, my body thrumming with a heady mix of arousal and envy.
"Brian…" she whispered softly, her voice barely audible but heavy with meaning. She didn’t need to say anything else. The way she looked at me—her body still open, still ready—was all the invitation I needed.
Andre, still standing by the couch, glanced over at me, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He didn’t say anything either. He didn’t need to. We all knew what was coming next, and as Leah lay there, her body glistening with the aftermath of their passion, I felt myself moving toward her, drawn to the sight of her, the smell of her, the undeniable pull of her.
This moment wasn’t about Andre anymore. It was about Leah and me.
As I knelt in front of Leah, my heart pounded in my chest. The room was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and her intoxicating arousal, a heady combination that made my senses come alive. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, still trembling slightly from the intensity of what had just transpired between her and Andre. Her thighs were glistening with his release, the evidence of their passion coating her inner folds. The sight of her, open and exposed, sent a wave of desire crashing through me.
I leaned in closer, the musky, sweet smell of her arousal mingling with the salty tang of Andre’s cum, filling my nose and making my pulse race. My mouth watered as I hovered above her, my eyes locked onto the glistening mess between her legs. Every detail was vivid, every slick fold, every drop of her wetness shimmering in the dim light. Her swollen lips were pink and inviting, and I could see how much she had been stretched, the remnants of Andre’s thick cock still lingering inside her.
Leah’s breath hitched as I drew closer, her body tensing in anticipation, but her legs remained spread wide, her hips tilting up slightly to meet me. She was offering herself to me, letting me devour what Andre had left behind. It was raw, primal, and as much as it stirred feelings of jealousy, the arousal overwhelmed everything else.
My tongue darted out to taste her, and the moment it touched her slick folds, I was lost. The taste of her flooded my mouth—sweet and salty, with a hint of that unmistakable tang that came from Andre’s cum mixed with her own wetness. It was intoxicating, a mixture of their shared pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. I groaned softly, the sound vibrating against her as I pressed my mouth more firmly against her, my tongue flattening to take in as much of her as I could.
Leah moaned softly, her hips bucking slightly as my tongue slid through her folds, parting her and tasting everything she had to offer. The slick warmth of her enveloped me, and the wet sounds of my tongue moving against her filled the room. I licked up her wetness, savoring the way her taste changed as I moved higher, finding the remnants of Andre’s release deeper inside her. It was heady, the combination of their fluids coating my tongue, thick and warm, sending a thrill through me.
I pressed my mouth harder against her, my tongue plunging deeper, searching for more. Every flick of my tongue against her swollen clit made her moan louder, her body responding instantly to my touch. Her hands found their way into my hair, gripping tightly as she pushed my head closer, needing more, needing me to devour her completely.
“Oh, Brian…” she whimpered, her voice breathless and full of need. Her hips rolled against my mouth, guiding me, and I followed eagerly, wanting to give her everything she needed.
The sounds of her pleasure mixed with the wet, slick noises of my tongue moving against her, the room filled with the unmistakable scent of sex and heat. I could feel her body quivering beneath me, every muscle tense as she neared the edge again, her moans growing more desperate with each passing second.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, teasing her, making her squirm, before plunging back into her soaked core, tasting everything Andre had left behind. The flavor of him mixed with her was overwhelming, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more—more of her, more of them, more of this intoxicating, raw sensation that had taken over my entire body.
Leah’s moans grew louder, her thighs trembling as she tightened her grip on my hair, her hips grinding against my mouth with more urgency. “Yes… just like that…” she panted, her voice thick with desire. “Don’t stop… don’t stop…”
I didn’t. I couldn’t. I devoured her, my tongue moving faster, flicking and sucking at her clit before plunging back inside her, tasting every inch of her, feeling the heat of her arousal and Andre’s release coating my mouth. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, spreading her wider so I could reach deeper, savoring the way she trembled beneath me.
The wet sounds of my mouth working her filled the room, and her moans became louder, more frantic, as she neared the edge. I could feel her thighs tightening, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she hovered on the brink. Her body was shaking, her fingers gripping my hair so tightly it almost hurt, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to fall apart beneath me.
And then she did.
Leah cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her thighs clamping around my head as she rode the waves of pleasure. I didn’t stop, my tongue continuing to move against her, drawing out every last tremor, every last bit of her release. I could feel her pulsing around me, her slick heat coating my mouth, and the taste of her final surrender filled my senses.
She trembled above me, her body slowly relaxing as the intensity of her orgasm began to fade. Her hands loosened their grip on my hair, her legs falling limp as she let out a shaky breath. I pulled back slightly, my mouth still hovering over her, my lips and chin glistening with her wetness and Andre’s release.
Leah looked down at me, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, a small smile playing on her lips. She was completely spent, her body glowing with the aftermath of her orgasm, and I could see the satisfaction in her eyes.
I leaned in one last time, pressing a soft kiss against her swollen, glistening folds, tasting her one final time before pulling back. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my heart still racing, my body still thrumming with the intensity of what I had just experienced.
As I pulled back, my lips still tingling from tasting her, something inside me snapped. The sight of Leah, sprawled out on the couch, her body still glistening from the aftermath of Andre’s cum and her own release, stirred something deep within me. She looked completely spent, her body trembling with satisfaction, but she was still mine. Even though she had been Andre’s for the weekend, she was still my wife—still the woman I loved—and right now, I needed her. I needed to remind her, and myself, that no matter what we had agreed to, no matter what she’d shared with Andre, she was still mine.
A fire ignited in me, stronger than anything I’d ever felt before. Watching her with Andre, watching him fill her, hearing her beg for him—it had twisted something inside me. I had thought I could be a passive observer, that I could let this happen, but now, after everything I had seen and felt, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to have her.
Without thinking, I stood up and moved toward her, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body thrumming with an urgent need. Leah’s eyes flickered open, and she saw the look on my face—the hunger, the desperation. She smiled softly, her lips still swollen from Andre’s kiss, her body still trembling from her release, but there was something in her gaze that told me she understood.
Even though she had given herself to Andre, even though she had begged for him, there was still a connection between us that couldn’t be broken. We had crossed boundaries, but we had done it together. And now, I was claiming her again. Not out of jealousy, but out of a primal need to feel her, to remind us both that she was still mine.
I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing and the soft rustling of the sheets as I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself between her still-spread legs. My hands slid over her thighs, my fingers brushing over her slick skin, feeling the warmth of her arousal and the remnants of Andre’s release still coating her.
Leah’s breath hitched as I leaned over her, my eyes locked onto hers, and I saw the recognition in her gaze—the understanding of what I needed. She didn’t try to stop me. Instead, she reached up, her hands gripping my shoulders as she pulled me closer, her hips lifting slightly to meet me.
“Brian…” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with a familiar urgency. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of her sex pressing against me, wet and inviting.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock hard and aching for her, and with one slow, deliberate thrust, I buried myself inside her. The moment I slid into her, I let out a low groan, the heat and slickness of her enveloping me completely. She was still so wet from Andre, and the mixture of their fluids coated me as I pushed deeper, filling her with everything I had.
Leah gasped, her back arching as I filled her, her hands clutching at my back, her nails digging into my skin. “Oh god, Brian… yes…” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as she tightened her legs around me, pulling me deeper.
I thrust into her harder, my hands gripping her hips as I claimed her, my body moving with a desperation I hadn’t felt in a long time. Every inch of her felt incredible, slick and warm, and the feeling of being inside her, of knowing that despite everything, she was still mine, drove me wild.
“Mine,” I growled, my voice rough as I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Her moans were muffled by my mouth, but I could feel the way her body responded to me, her hips lifting to meet my every thrust, her hands clinging to me as if she needed me just as much as I needed her.
The slick sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, the wetness from Andre’s earlier release making each thrust even more intense. I could feel it, coating my cock as I moved inside her, mixing with her own arousal, and it only spurred me on. There was no stopping now. I was lost in her, in the moment, in the overwhelming need to remind her, and myself, that no matter what had happened, she was still mine.
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath me as she surrendered to the pleasure. “Brian… oh god… yes…” she whimpered, her voice breathless as she clung to me, her nails raking down my back, spurring me on. “I’m yours… I’m always yours…”
Her words sent a shockwave through me, and I thrust into her harder, deeper, my hands gripping her thighs as I lost myself in her completely. The heat of her, the slickness, the way her body welcomed me—it was overwhelming, and I could feel the tension building inside me, the release that was coming.
Leah’s body tensed beneath me, her thighs quivering as her own orgasm built once again. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her body tightened around me, and I knew she was close. “Come for me, Leah,” I growled, my voice low and rough as I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go.
And she did. Leah cried out, her body convulsing around me as her orgasm tore through her, her walls tightening around my cock, milking me for everything I had. Her legs tightened around my waist, her nails digging into my back as she trembled beneath me, her moans filling the room as she came hard.
The sight of her—completely lost in her pleasure, her body trembling as she clung to me—was enough to push me over the edge. With a deep groan, I released inside her, my body shaking as I filled her, my cock pulsing with the force of my orgasm. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of her, the slickness of Andre’s release mixing with mine, and I could feel everything—the connection, the love, the raw need—all culminating in this moment.
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies still entwined, our breaths ragged as we came down from the intensity of it all. Leah’s hands slid up my back, her fingers tracing soft patterns on my skin as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a soft, knowing smile.
“You’re still mine,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I leaned down to kiss her softly.
She smiled, her eyes glistening with emotion. “I’m always yours, Brian,” she whispered back, her voice filled with the same certainty I felt. “No matter what.”
And as I held her there, our bodies still joined, I knew she was right. No matter what had happened, no matter how far we had pushed things, Leah was still mine. And that was enough.
After a long moment of lying together, catching our breath, I leaned back slightly, still inside Leah, and ran my hand gently over her thigh. Her skin was warm and flushed, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of everything that had just happened. I kissed her softly on the forehead, savoring the closeness we shared.
"You know what?" I said, my voice quiet but steady as I looked down at her. "I think we should take this to the spa. How does that sound?"
Leah’s lips curled into a soft, satisfied smile, her eyes glimmering with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. “That sounds perfect,” she whispered, still catching her breath. Her hands slid up my chest before she lightly pushed me off her, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I pulled out of her. She let out a small, breathy sigh as our bodies separated, her legs untangling from mine.
Andre, who had been quietly watching us from across the room, leaned back in the chair, his expression a mix of amusement and satisfaction. He didn’t say anything, but the knowing look on his face made it clear that he was more than willing to continue the evening, whatever direction it took.
"I’ll get the drinks," I offered, standing up and stretching, the intensity of the moment slowly fading into something more relaxed. "You two head to the spa. I’ll mix us something nice while you get in."
Leah nodded, her smile growing as she stood up from the couch, her legs still a little shaky but carrying her with the same grace she always had. She reached for her robe draped over the nearby chair and slipped it on, the soft fabric hugging her curves as she cinched the belt around her waist. Her eyes flicked over to Andre, her smile widening.
"Come on," she teased lightly, looking at him over her shoulder. "The water’s calling."
Andre smirked, standing up and stretching his large frame before following Leah out onto the deck. The cool night air brushed against my skin as I watched them walk outside, the tension from earlier replaced with a sense of comfortable ease. The spa sat in the corner of the deck, steam rising in soft tendrils from the warm, bubbling water. The sound of it was soothing, the perfect setting to unwind and let the night take a slower pace.
As they made their way toward the spa, I walked over to the small bar by the kitchen, rummaging through the bottles and grabbing what we needed for the drinks. I opted for something light—rum and pineapple, with a touch of coconut cream for a tropical vibe that would pair perfectly with the warmth of the spa. I mixed the drinks with ease, enjoying the sound of the ice clinking against the glass, a contrast to the earlier intensity.
I could hear the soft sounds of the water splashing as Leah and Andre slipped into the spa, their voices low and relaxed, a far cry from the raw passion that had filled the room just moments ago. This felt different now—easier, more intimate in a different way. The boundaries had been pushed, explored, and for tonight at least, we were back to enjoying each other’s company in the simplest, most comfortable way.
I carried the drinks out to the deck, and the sight of them in the spa made me smile. Leah was sitting on the edge, her legs dangling in the warm water, her robe hanging open slightly as she leaned back, letting the steam rise around her. Andre was already submerged, his arms spread out along the edge of the spa, a look of contentment on his face as he watched her.
“Here we go,” I said, handing them each a glass before slipping into the water myself. The warmth enveloped me immediately, easing the tension from my muscles and making me feel even more relaxed. Leah slid in beside me, her body pressing against mine under the water, and I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.
"This is perfect," she sighed, taking a sip of her drink and leaning back against the side of the spa, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she let the warmth wash over her.
Andre raised his glass in a small toast, his deep voice cutting through the quiet hum of the bubbling water. "To the weekend," he said, his smirk returning as he looked between us. "And whatever comes next."
We clinked our glasses together, the soft sound echoing in the cool night air, and for a moment, everything felt right. The tension, the jealousy, the excitement—all of it had its place, but right now, we were simply enjoying each other’s company, letting the night take its natural course.
As we all settled into the warmth of the spa, drinks in hand, the soft hum of the jets providing a calming backdrop, Andre leaned back against the edge, a satisfied smile on his face. He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes drifting over to Leah, who was now resting comfortably in my arms, her body relaxed but still glowing with the satisfaction of everything that had happened so far.
He looked over at me, his expression sincere, but with that familiar confident smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth. “Brian,” he began, his deep voice cutting through the quiet night air. “I’ve got to thank you for coming up with this idea.”
Leah shifted slightly in my arms, glancing over at him with a curious smile, while I met his gaze, unsure of where he was going with this. Andre swirled his drink, watching the liquid move before continuing. “You could’ve picked anyone to share this with… but you chose me, and man, I’ve got to tell you—I couldn’t think of anything better than spending a weekend with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out.”
His words hung in the air for a moment, heavy with the weight of their sincerity. Leah’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing with a soft blush, and I could see the way his compliment affected her. She smiled softly, her eyes dipping down for a moment before she looked back up at him, her expression warm and appreciative.
I felt a mixture of emotions wash over me—there was a twinge of jealousy, of course, but more than that, there was a strange sense of pride. Andre’s words weren’t just about her body or the raw physical attraction we’d all witnessed tonight. He saw her for who she was, truly appreciated her, and in some strange way, that mattered to me. Leah wasn’t just a fleeting fantasy to him. She was someone who had captivated him fully.
Leah, always gracious, reached out to gently touch Andre’s arm, her smile soft and genuine. “Thank you, Andre,” she said quietly, her voice filled with sincerity. “That means a lot.”
Andre chuckled softly, his hand resting on top of hers for a brief moment before letting it fall back into the water. “You’ve got a hell of a woman, Brian. Beautiful, strong, smart—what more could anyone ask for?”
I nodded, my own smile growing as I looked down at Leah. “Yeah, I know,” I said, my voice quiet but full of meaning. “She’s everything.”
Leah snuggled deeper into my arms, her body warm against mine, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. The weekend had only just begun, and yet, the connection between the three of us was already something deeper than just the physical. It was clear that what we were sharing wasn’t just about the raw sexual energy—it was about trust, respect, and understanding.
Andre lifted his glass again, his eyes glinting with a mix of gratitude and anticipation. “To the weekend,” he said, his voice low and full of promise. “And to you, Leah. For being the incredible woman you are.”
We clinked our glasses together again, the quiet moment filled with a sense of mutual respect and admiration. As the night continued, I felt more at ease, knowing that whatever happened next, it would be something we would all remember—something that went beyond the boundaries of the weekend, shaping the dynamics of everything we shared.
Leah leaned up and kissed me softly, her lips warm and sweet from the drink, before resting her head against my chest. I glanced over at Andre, his expression still one of deep appreciation, and I knew that whatever the rest of the weekend held, we had all crossed into something more profound.
Leah snuggled closer to me, her arms wrapping around my waist as she nestled into my chest. The warmth of her body against mine felt grounding, and I instinctively tightened my grip around her, savoring the moment of calm after everything we’d just shared. Her eyes met mine, soft and filled with affection, and she pressed a tender kiss against my jawline, whispering, "You always know how to make everything perfect."
For a moment, we just held each other, letting the warmth of the spa and the quiet night embrace us. But then, with that familiar glint of mischief in her eyes, Leah gently untangled herself from my arms and moved toward Andre, who had been watching the interaction with his usual confident ease.
As she approached him, I could see the shift in her body language—a mix of playfulness and genuine emotion. She slid over to him, pressing her body against his, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned in close. Without hesitation, she kissed him deeply, her lips lingering on his as her fingers traced over his skin. The kiss wasn’t hurried or filled with lust this time—it was more than that. It was an acknowledgment of what this weekend meant to her, what both of us meant to her.
When she pulled back, her eyes were warm, her expression soft and sincere. “I can’t think of a better way to spend my weekend either,” she said, her voice gentle but filled with meaning. She glanced between the two of us, her gaze lingering on each of us in turn. “With my two favorite men in the world.”
Her words hit me in a way I hadn’t expected. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty in her voice. This weekend wasn’t just about exploring boundaries or fulfilling fantasies—it was about the connection we all shared. Leah loved me deeply, that much was clear, but she had also formed something with Andre, a bond that was strong and real in its own way. And in this moment, she wasn’t choosing between us. She was sharing herself with both of us, with no barriers, no hesitation.
Andre’s hand slid up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek as he looked at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “You’re something special, Leah,” he murmured, his voice low and full of admiration. “I don’t think either of us could ask for more.”
Leah smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly as she rested her forehead against his, her fingers still tracing over his chest. “I feel lucky,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the spa. “To have both of you.”
I watched the two of them for a moment, feeling the mix of emotions welling up inside me—pride, love, even a strange sense of contentment that this was where we had landed. There was no jealousy now, no tension. Just us, sharing this moment.
Leah turned back to me, her eyes soft but playful, and reached out her hand. “Come here,” she beckoned, inviting me to join them. I moved through the water toward her, sliding next to her as she wrapped one arm around me and the other around Andre.
With both of us at her side, she smiled contentedly, her head resting on my shoulder as she sighed, the night air cool against our skin. It felt right, the three of us together like this—unhurried, connected, and free.
“To the weekend,” I said softly, raising my glass once more, a smile tugging at my lips as I glanced between them.
Leah grinned, lifting her own glass, her eyes twinkling with affection. “To the weekend,” she echoed, her voice filled with warmth.
As Leah nestled between us, her fingers absentmindedly began to trace the lines of our bodies under the water, moving from chest to chest. The warmth of the spa, the drinks, and the deep sense of connection between the three of us made everything feel almost dreamlike. But then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her hands wandered lower, dipping beneath the surface, and her touch became more deliberate. She glanced between us, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she did.
I felt her hand gently wrap around me, her fingers brushing against my growing erection, while her other hand slid over to Andre, her touch lingering on him as she compared the two of us without saying a word. Her giggles continued, and I couldn’t help but smirk, watching her revel in the playful moment.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, though I already had a good idea of what was going through her mind.
Leah looked up at me, her eyes full of teasing light. “Oh… nothing,” she said, feigning innocence for a moment before biting her lower lip, the smile widening on her face. She shifted her hands, giving both of us a gentle squeeze as she continued, “I guess I just… never realized how much of a size difference there really was.”
Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity. I knew exactly what she meant. Andre had always been bigger than me, physically and otherwise, and she wasn’t exactly subtle about pointing it out. The casual comparison sent a wave of jealousy and arousal through me, my mind struggling to reconcile the two feelings as her hands explored us both.
I could feel myself getting harder, the water swirling around us only amplifying the sensation. My body reacted immediately to her teasing, and I could see the knowing smile on her face when she felt my cock stiffen in her hand. Leah’s gaze flicked up to meet mine, and her lips curled into a slow, devilish grin as she realized exactly how much her words were affecting me.
“Mmm, Brian,” she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement, her hand giving me another firm squeeze under the water. “I can feel how much that’s turning you on…”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I met her gaze. “You like pointing that out, don’t you?” I muttered, my voice thick with both desire and a little embarrassment.
Leah giggled again, her fingers moving back and forth between me and Andre, her touch light but purposeful. “Oh, I do,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling with wicked pleasure. “I love how it gets to you… how it makes you so hard just thinking about it. Knowing there’s such a difference… and knowing how much you love it.”
Her teasing was relentless, her words dancing in my mind, stoking the flames of arousal and pushing me further into that heady mix of jealousy and excitement. I couldn’t deny it—hearing her talk like this, knowing that Andre was bigger, feeling her compare us so openly—it made me crave her even more.
“You’re getting so worked up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft bubbling of the water. “I can feel it, Brian. I can feel how much it’s driving you crazy.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the surge of arousal that threatened to overtake me. Her teasing touch, the way her fingers danced between us, the way she so effortlessly played on my insecurities, was making it impossible to stay in control. She knew exactly what she was doing—and she loved every second of it.
“You’re not jealous, are you?” she asked, her voice a little softer now, though still filled with that teasing edge. “You know I love you… but it’s just so… exciting, isn’t it? Knowing there’s such a difference. Feeling it…”
Her words hung in the air, thick with tension, and I could barely breathe. I could feel her hand gripping me tightly, her fingers exploring every inch of me, and the way she seemed to revel in how my body responded to her. She wasn’t letting me go—not yet. And the more she teased, the more I wanted her.
Leah’s laughter was soft and playful as she leaned over, brushing her lips against my ear. “You like it when I tease you like this, don’t you?”
I swallowed hard, my entire body tense with anticipation. “You know I do,” I muttered, my voice strained with the effort of trying to keep myself from completely losing it.
Leah’s grin widened, and she gave me one last squeeze before pulling her hands back, leaving both of us aching for more. “Good,” she said, her voice a soft purr. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Leah, her fingers still teasing under the water, looked between us with that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes. Her body moved gracefully as she leaned in to kiss me again, soft and sweet, before pulling away and turning her attention back to Andre.
She smirked as she stood up in the spa, the water glistening off her body, highlighting every curve. But instead of climbing out completely, she gently pushed Andre back until he was sitting on the edge of the deck, his legs dangling into the warm water, his large frame perfectly positioned for what she had in mind next.
Andre leaned back slightly, resting his hands behind him as Leah moved between his legs. The water rippled softly around her as she lowered herself down, her eyes flicking up to meet his before drifting back to me. The teasing didn’t stop—her gaze spoke volumes as she leaned in, brushing her lips along the length of his thick cock.
"Let me give you some more attention," she murmured, her voice sultry as she placed a kiss at the tip of his cock, her lips parting slightly to take him into her mouth. She started slow, her tongue swirling around him, tasting every inch. The slick sound of her sucking him filled the air, a mix of water splashing gently around them and the soft moans Andre couldn’t hold back.
I watched, mesmerized, as Leah’s mouth moved expertly up and down his shaft, her hand gripping the base while she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. The sight was intoxicating—the way her lips stretched around him, her head bobbing with rhythmic intensity, the glisten of water still clinging to her skin.
Andre let out a low groan, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her work him, his fingers flexing against the edge of the deck as he resisted the urge to grab her head. "Damn, Leah," he muttered, his voice deep and rough with pleasure. "You always know how to take care of me."
Leah’s lips curled into a smile around his cock, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, knowing full well how much I loved watching her like this. She kept going, her mouth gliding up and down, her hand stroking him in time, the wet sounds growing more intense as she took him deeper. I could see the way her throat moved, how determined she was to please him, and it only made the heat between us grow.
I couldn’t help but reach down and stroke myself as I watched her. The sight of her, the way she effortlessly handled him, was driving me wild. My hand moved slowly under the water, mimicking the pace of her mouth as I imagined what she was feeling, the way Andre’s thick cock filled her mouth. She was teasing both of us, making me ache to feel her again, but right now, it was all about him.
Leah pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from her lips with a soft pop. Her breathing was heavy, her lips swollen from the effort, and she licked them, savoring the taste of him. She wasn’t done, though. With a playful smirk, she stood up, her body moving with that same fluid grace, and climbed out of the water.
Her wet skin shimmered in the low light as she positioned herself over Andre, her knees pressing into the deck as she straddled him. His hands immediately found her hips, gripping her tightly as she lowered herself onto his lap, her body arching as she guided him inside her.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she sank down onto his thick length, her body stretching to take him fully. The sight was breathtaking—the way her back arched, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement, her wet thighs spreading as she took him in inch by inch. She let out a shaky breath as she settled onto his lap, her hands resting on his chest for balance.
Andre groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he filled her completely. "Fuck, Leah," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "You feel incredible."
Leah bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she adjusted to him. Then, with a slow, deliberate rhythm, she began to move, lifting herself up and down on his cock, her body undulating with each rise and fall. Her moans grew louder, her head tilting back as she rode him, her pace steady but sensual, savoring every inch of him.
I watched, captivated by the sight of her riding him, the way her body responded to him, her movements fluid and controlled. The water still rippled around us, the steam rising from the spa mixing with the heat of their bodies, and the sounds of their pleasure filled the air.
Her gaze shifted to me, locking onto mine as she continued to ride him, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. "You like watching me take him, don’t you?" she panted, her voice shaky with pleasure.
I could only nod, too caught up in the moment to find the words. Leah’s smile grew wider, her confidence soaring as she realized how much control she had over both of us. She moved faster, her hips rolling against Andre’s, the slick sound of their bodies coming together growing louder with each thrust.
"I know you love watching me with him," she teased, her breath coming in short gasps as she rode him harder. "You love knowing how much I can take…"
I groaned in response, my body throbbing under the water, aching with the need to touch her, to feel her again. But for now, all I could do was watch as she gave herself to Andre, her body moving with raw, unrestrained passion.
Leah’s moans grew louder, her thighs trembling as she rode him with more intensity. "Oh god, yes… it feels so good," she whimpered, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and urgency as she chased her release.
Andre grunted beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust up into her, matching her pace. "Come on, baby," he growled, his voice low and full of desire. "Ride me harder."
Leah obeyed, her hips moving faster, her moans turning into cries of pleasure as she gave herself to him completely. She was lost in the moment, her body responding to every thrust, and I could see the way she was trembling, so close to the edge.
The sight of her, filled by him, the way her body stretched around his thick cock, made my head spin. I could feel the pulse in my own cock, still hard under the water, as I watched them together. Her pleasure was palpable, every moan, every gasp pushing me further, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
This was everything we had wanted, everything we had promised each other. And right now, as Leah rode Andre with reckless abandon, I could feel the weight of that promise more than ever.
Leah's pace began to slow as she adjusted her rhythm, her hands sliding up Andre’s chest, her body glistening with sweat and the remnants of the water. Her moans turned softer, more controlled, as she sat fully on his lap, grinding her hips down onto him with deliberate, teasing movements. The connection between them was undeniable, but there was something more than just lust—something that lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation.
She looked down at him, her breath shallow and ragged, her lips parted as she caught her breath. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, her gaze filled with a deep sense of surrender. "What do you want, Andre?" she asked, her voice a breathy whisper. "I’m yours for the weekend. Tell me what you desire."
Andre’s eyes darkened with lust, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he pulled her down harder onto his cock. He let out a low growl, his voice rough and full of need. "You’re really mine for the weekend?" he murmured, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "No limits, no boundaries?"
Leah nodded, her body trembling slightly as she ground down on him again, her hips rolling slowly, teasing him. "No limits," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with promise. "You can have me however you want. I’m yours."
The words seemed to ignite something in Andre, his grip on her tightening as he thrust up into her harder, his cock filling her completely. "Fuck, Leah," he groaned, his hands sliding up her sides, feeling every inch of her soft, trembling body. "You don’t know what you’re asking for."