Sophia stepped into the boutique hotel room first, the soft click of her black stilettos muffled by the thick carpet. At 5’6”, her athletic frame moved with the fluid grace of someone who spent weekends conquering forest trails and flowing through sunrise yoga sessions. Toned legs - sculpted from years of soccer fields and spin classes - flexed beneath the hem of her little black slip dress, the fabric clinging to the firm swell of her pert ass and the subtle ripple of her core whenever she turned. Her full C-cup breasts strained slightly against the thin material, dusky nipples already pebbled from the cool air and anticipation, pressing faint outlines through the silk. Shoulder-length chestnut hair was swept into a high ponytail swaying gently with each confident step, sun-kissed highlights catching the low light, a few wild tendrils already escaping to frame her heart-shaped face. Freckles dusted the bridge of her button nose, lending her that deceptive girl-next-door glow - wide hazel eyes flecked with gold, long lashes fluttering as she surveyed the room, full lips glossed and parted in a soft exhale.

Ryan followed close behind, the door locking with a decisive thud. At 6’2”, he towered over her even in her heels, broad shoulders filling the doorway, the sleeves of his fitted charcoal button-down rolled to the elbows to reveal forearms corded with vein and muscle from pickup basketball and endless gym sessions. Sandy blond hair was cropped short, effortlessly tousled, framing piercing blue eyes that crinkled at the corners with a sly, possessive grin. A perpetual five-o’clock shadow darkened his sharp jawline as he set down the ice bucket, the motion pulling his shirt tight across a V-shaped torso - defined abs visible beneath the fabric, a faint trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his belt. Powerful thighs shifted under dark jeans as he stepped toward her, arms that could lift her weightless sliding around her waist to pull her back against the hard line of his body.

His hands roamed immediately, slipping under the hem of her dress to cup the bare curve of her ass - no panties tonight, just smooth skin and the slick heat already gathering between her thighs. Fingers traced higher, brushing the hidden lotus tattoo on her inner thigh, the small blooming flower inked as her private badge of liberation after her first bull.

“You ready for this one, babe?” Ryan’s voice was low, lips brushing the shell of her ear, scruff scraping deliciously against her neck. His fingers dipped between her legs, finding her soaked folds. “Fuck, you’re dripping already. Thinking about that big cock stretching this tight little pussy?”

Sophia shivered, pressing back against the thick ridge straining his jeans. Her shoulders tensed, toned muscles flexing as she ground against his mouth, long lashes fluttering as she glanced up, gold flecks catching the light. “Maybe,” she teased, a soft flush creeping up her throat to warm her skin. “You’ve been hyping him for weeks. Better not be another disappointment.”

Ryan’s grin sharpened, blue eyes darkening as he nipped her earlobe. “Kai’s the real deal. Those pics didn’t lie.” He didn’t mention the private messages, the weeks of secret plotting. Not yet.

She broke away with a playful shove, hips swaying as she crossed to the nightstand. The motion made her ponytail bounce like a metronome, pert ass flexing under the slip dress. She arranged their kit with practiced efficiency - champagne chilling, lube, toys, and a neat stack of magnum condoms gleaming under the lamp. Her fingers lingered on the foils, tracing the edges. Always safe with bulls. Always - except those stolen bareback nights with Ryan on her safe days, when his raw heat inside her felt like the ultimate claim.

Tonight was mid-cycle, though. Fertile. Risky. She’d marked it on the calendar with a little red dot, a reminder to be extra careful. But the thought still sent a forbidden thrill through her belly.

Kai’s Entrance

A firm knock sounded at ten sharp.

Ryan’s shoulders rolled back, that stag confidence settling over his tall frame like armor. “Showtime.”

Sophia’s pulse kicked hard. She smoothed the dress over her curves, ponytail bobbing as she crossed to the door and pulled it open.

Kai filled the frame - 6’4” of inked muscle, unbuttoned shirt hanging open to reveal the tribal tattoos snaking over his carved chest. His eyes, dark and predatory, raked over her slowly, lips curving into a smirk that promised ruin.

“Sophia,” he rumbled, voice like smoked bourbon. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, the door clicking shut behind him. His gaze flicked to Ryan - brief, conspiratorial - then locked back on her. “Been looking forward to this.”

Before she could reply, he had her. One big hand cupped the back of her neck, the other gripped her waist, and he lifted her clean off the floor, carrying her the few steps to the desk. He set her ass on the edge, spreading her thighs wide with his hips as he dropped to his knees.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, shoving the slip dress up to her waist. Her bare pussy glistened under the light, already swollen and wet. “No panties? Dirty little hot wife.”

His mouth descended without warning - hot, wet, merciless. Broad tongue parting her folds, lapping from entrance to clit in one long, filthy stroke that made her cry out. He didn’t tease; he devoured. Lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard while two thick fingers plunged inside her, curling instantly against that spot that made her vision spark.

“Oh - God - Kai - ” Sophia’s hands flew to his close-cropped curls, hips bucking against his face. Her legs hooked over his broad shoulders, heels digging into the muscle of his back.

Ryan moved into her peripheral vision, settling into the armchair with a perfect view. He unzipped slowly, pulling out his thick 7.5 inches, already leaking at the tip. His blue eyes burned as he watched another man eat his wife like she was dessert.

Sophia’s gaze locked with Ryan’s just as Kai sucked her clit harder, fingers pumping faster. The dual attention sent fire racing up her spine. Ryan stood, stepping close, fisting his cock as he guided it to her lips.

“Open,” he ordered softly.

She did, eagerly. Ryan slid into her mouth in one smooth thrust, the familiar weight stretching her lips, bumping the back of her throat. She moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

The room filled with wet sounds - Kai’s tongue slurping greedily at her pussy, her muffled whimpers around Ryan’s shaft, the soft slap of Ryan’s fist when he pulled back to let her breathe. Kai’s free hand gripped her thigh hard enough to bruise, holding her open while he tongue-fucked her deep, nose grinding against her clit.

Sophia came fast and hard, thighs clamping around Kai’s head, back arching off the desk as pleasure detonated behind her eyes. Ryan held her hair, fucking her mouth through the orgasm until she was shaking, tears of overwhelm pricking her lashes.

When Kai finally pulled back, his lips glistened with her. He stood, towering, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sweet as fuck,” he said. “Let’s move this to the bed. I need inside that tight pussy.”

They migrated in a tangle of limbs. Sophia crawled onto the mattress on all fours, dress rucked up around her waist, a few damp strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. Ryan knelt in front of her, feeding her his cock again as Kai moved behind her.

Kai’s belt clinked open, the sound sharp in the charged quiet. He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down in one rough motion, kicking them aside. His cock sprang free - heavy, thick, already fully hard and curving upward, the dark caramel skin stretched taut over bulging veins. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit, catching the low light.

Sophia’s breath caught. Still on all fours at the edge of the bed, ponytail swaying, she stared for a heartbeat, lips parted. “Holy fuck,” she whispered, freckled cheeks rounding as her eyes went wide in mock innocence. “It’s even bigger in person.”

Kai’s smirk was pure cocky satisfaction. He stepped closer, fisting the base and tapping the fat head against her cheek - once, twice - leaving a slick trail. “Taste it first, hot wife. Get it nice and wet before you wrap it up.”