Rebecca, Jeremy & Bob: Freaky Bi 3-Way

Rebecca and Jeremy spot Bob on the sidewalk, street-lit and half-drunk on desire. “My wife and I want to fuck you,” Jeremy says, cool and filthy in the same breath. The door slams shut. Under bone-white lights Rebecca peels away everything but a white-lace thong and garters. Jeremy cinches a purple jock over the bulge already thickening. Rebecca sinks, takes Bob in her mouth, wet sounds echoing off tile. Jeremy stands braced against a steel rig that hammers a thick dildo up his ass in steady, mechanical strokes. Watching turns him electric. He drops to his knees, tongue sliding along Bob’s shaft when Rebecca lifts her mouth, the two trading spit and slick skin until Bob’s breath stutters. Jeremy crawls between his wife’s open legs, tongue flattening over her clit while Bob pushes past the give of Jeremy’s rim and drives deep. The machine keeps punching into Jeremy’s hole even as Bob pounds him. Bob shoves Rebecca onto all fours, lines up, and spears her ass in one slick thrust. Jeremy replaces him next, cock vanishing inside her stretched ring, hips snapping until the slap of skin ricochets. Bob cycles between their bodies: Rebecca on her back, legs pinned, ass claiming every inch; Jeremy bent forward, chest to hers, hole taking the same relentless rhythm. Then Bob swaps, sinking into Rebecca’s dripping cunt, pounding until she claws at Jeremy’s thigh. Close to the edge, Bob yanks free, strokes hot ropes across both their tongues. They hold it there, glistening, tasting him. Jeremy mounts Rebecca, sliding through her soaked folds until he floods her, then lowers his mouth and sucks every pearly drop back out, tongue working slow and obscene while her thighs tremble around his ears.