Hungry for MORE?

Kira's knife freezes mid-chop. Bella's words hang there like smoke after a gunshot. Ryan wants to trade wives tonight, no euphemisms. Dante stops pretending to host. He leans back, eyes locked on Bella's mouth, the one that just offered her husband like a dinner course. The air thickens. Kira sets the knife down, wipes her hands, studies Ryan's belt like it's already undone. They should say no. Should throw everyone out. Instead Dante nods once. Ryan stands, crosses to the kitchen, pulls Kira against the counter hard enough that a wooden spoon hits the floor. Bella straddles Dante where he sits, grinding down slow. Ryan bends Kira forward over the stove. The burner clicks, stays off. Bella unzips Dante's jeans, spits in her palm, strokes him until he swells. Ryan pushes Kira's panties aside, enters her from behind in one thrust. Dante grabs Bella's hips, lifts her onto him, guides her down until she's full. Four bodies move in the dim light. Kira's moans match Bella's, two women getting fucked in the same small room. Dante grips Bella's hair, pulls her close enough to kiss. Ryan reaches around to work Kira's clit while he pounds. Sweat beads on skin. The pot roast grows cold behind them, untouched, forgotten. They keep going, raw and hungry, until every grip marks, every thrust lands deeper, until the kitchen air tastes like salt and sex.