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Bea returned with a single bottle of beer. She had thrown on her T-shirt and it barely covered her modesty. Somehow she looked even hotter than when she had left the room naked.
“We’re out of beer,” she waved the bottle with a playful smile.
“Well, we were supposed to grab some when we went out for lunch,” I replied, shrugging.
Bea flashed me a sweet look. “Think you could pop out for more supplies?”
I nodded and began getting dressed.
“Come on, guys, let's chill in the living room until he gets back.” She turned and led the way, the guys following suit as they grabbed their shirts and tossed them on.
Just as I was about to leave, I peeked back. Bea had turned on the TV and was sitting on the couch, relaxing. The guys weren’t crowding her, giving her the break she’d asked for, chatting casually about what to watch. Steven had the remote, flipping through channels like any regular Saturday.
Central Edinburgh was packed, as always on a Saturday afternoon. It took me about 20 minutes to walk to the store, pick up a box of beers, and make my way back. This time, I made sure to remember my keys. For some reason, I felt compelled to sneak in quietly, hoping to “catch” Bea in the middle of something.
But when I stepped inside, the only sounds were sports commentary on the TV and the low murmur of conversation. Figuring nothing had happened while I was out, I leaned against the living room door, swinging it open. The scene inside surprised me.
Mark and Steven were sitting on the floor, backs propped against the couch, casually passing the last beer between them. But on the couch behind them, Dan was thrusting into my wife. Bea was on her back, legs raised as Dan drove into her. Her hands were on his hips, guiding his rhythm. Bea spotted me over Dan’s shoulder and called out with a playful grin, “Oh, the beer’s here!”
The guys let out a small cheer. Bea whispered something to Dan, and he pulled out sitting himself on the floor beside her. Mark helped me to stash everything in the fridge before cracking open a couple of bottles. As I glanced back at the couch, Steven was now in the same position as Dan had been minutes ago, fucking Bea with slow, deliberate thrusts. Dan was caressing Bea's breast and watching intently.
Mark and I sat at the table, sipping our beers as we watched them.
Bea wasn’t guiding Steven like she had Dan. Instead, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him close as he increased his pace. I could see them syncing up, Bea's body rising to meet his thrusts, her moans becoming more urgent. Steven’s movements grew more forceful, and it looked like he was close to finishing. But then Bea placed her hands on his chest, saying something softly. Steven nodded, slowing down before pulling out. He pulled Dan up off the floor and came over to join us at the table, while Bea stayed where she was—legs still spread, her swollen, pink pussy glistening in the afternoon light.
Bea waved me over, pulling me down for a kiss before asking, “Are you enjoying the show? Ready to join in?”
I smiled, but she didn’t wait for my answer. She guided my head down between her legs, and I obliged, running my tongue over her clit. She let out a low moan, bucking gently beneath me.
“Ready to fuck?” she asked breathlessly.
I shook my head, still focused on teasing her, and myself.
“God, you’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you? You really enjoy watching, don’t you?”
I nodded, still working her clit with my tongue.
“Okay, go grab the lube from the bedroom. I’m ready to fuck Mark until he cums,” she said, her voice a mix of urgency and lust.
I gave her one last teasing lick before standing. Pointing at Mark, I grinned. “You’re up, big guy.”
When I returned with the lube, Bea was already stroking Mark’s thick cock, the two of them locked in a deep kiss. She took the lube from me, smeared it generously over his cock, and wiped what remained between her legs. Without hesitation Mark positioned his hips between Bea's thighs and slid into her, his size stretching her more than the others had. But with the lube, Bea took him easily, and they quickly fell into a steady rhythm, lost in their own world.
Mark's thrusts were powerful and deep, each one eliciting louder moans from Bea. I could see her orgasm building as her cries became more intense, her back arching off the couch. Mark didn’t miss a beat, maintaining his focus as Bea’s hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him deeper.
“Yes, yes, fuck me…,” Bea cried out, her voice cracking with pleasure.
Mark didn't miss a beat, he pounded Bea hard and fast whilst she clung to him with her thighs up around his hips.
Eventually Mark's body tensed, his prick slamming into her one last time before cumming deep inside. They froze for a moment, each caught in their own orgasm before resuming to grind at a slow pace for few moments. As their movements slowed his sperm began to leak, a slick trail overflowing from my wife's pussy, running slowly to her ass. Bea clung to him as they finally came to a stop.
“Oh wow… I needed that,” Bea murmured with a satisfied smile, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity.
Mark rolled onto the floor as Bea stood and crossed to the kitchen area. "Phew," she smiled waving her hand in a cooling motion. She leant over the table and reached for my beer, taking a big gulp.
Unknown to Bea, as she was bent over, arms resting on the table top Dan had positioned himself behind her. The first she knew of his presence was when he ran the head of his cock over her pussy. Bea looked up at me eyes widening in surprise as he slid into her. Her mouth made a perfect "Oh" and then her head dropped as Dan started fucking her.
I reached across the table, took the beer from her and held her hand as Dan got into a rhythm. Bea's legs started to tremble as she was pushed onto her tip toes, leaning further over the table. Dan had a grip of her pert bum and was heaving himself into her, giving Bea the fuck of his life so far.
Bea looked up at me with a look of sheer pleasure with an amusing hint of surprise.
"You have trained him well," I joked.
"Oh God," she smiled between deep panting breaths.
Dan began to vocalise. A few strokes later he pulled out and shot stream of sperm over Bea's back and ass, two other shots followed before he pulled back and Bea lay slumped on the table.
Steven looked at me, but I gave a little shake of my head. I could see that he was turned on and wanted Bea, but as sexy she looked prone and vulnerable I could tell that she needed a break.
After a few moments she gathered herself and found a chair.
"Oh my God, give me that beer," as she held out her hand.
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