He fills me in one slow, steady thrust, stretching me wide. I moan, loud, raw, grateful.
I sit naked at my desk, the soft glow of the computer screen casting shadows across my skin. The room feels warm around me, but beneath it all, there’s a deeper heat growing. My fingers move swiftly over the keyboard, typing the final words of my newest story, "My Sister’s Birthday Orgy". It’s a fantasy I’ve been spinning in my mind for weeks. After a suggestion from my daughter. It's a tangled web of desire and taboo that somehow feels both thrilling and freeing.
Beneath me, the small vibrator hums softly pressed deep inside my pussy. I’ve had it there the entire time I wrote fueling my focus and my arousal. Every subtle vibration sends a ripple through my body, making my breaths come quicker. My hips shift just enough to catch the pulse. The sensation sharpens my senses, heightening the words on the screen until they feel like they’re coming alive beneath my fingertips.
I pause before the last sentence, my heart beating faster from my own building needs. I reread it several times. Tweaking it into a story that’s wild and unapologetic. I'm mildly worried the main girls seem too manipulative. However, I must admit that the story does turn me on. Knowing that's normally a good sign I hit “Post” I smile as I watch the page refresh as my work goes live.
A low, breathy moan slips from my lips, involuntary and soft. My toes curl against the carpet as I lean back, letting the chair cradle my petite frame. The vibrator buzzes stronger now, coaxing a shiver that races from my core outward. My husband is clearly playing with the controls on his phone. With slow, deliberate care, I slide the toy out. I send him a message that I'm done writing before I set it gently on the desk. The cool air of the room brushes against my glistening skin, making me shiver. My chest rises and falls unevenly, the aftershocks of release still humming through me like electricity.
I stretch my arms above my head, arching my spine like a cat waking from a long nap. I always savor the glow that spreads through my body after I finish a story and an orgasm. But my body is far from sated. There’s a hunger there still. There's still an ache that only something cold to drink and maybe a change of scene will begin to soothe. Or a cock. Lucky for me there are two in the house right now.
I rise from my chair, muscles still humming from the afterglow. The cool air of the room kisses my bare skin. As I descend the stairs I hear a faint sound carried through the walls. Soft gasps. The slick rhythm of skin against skin. A low, urgent growl. They’re at it again. I smile. My Little Fox and Little Wolf lost in their own fevered dance. This is a new occurrence, just since he turned 18 two months ago. I close my eyes for a moment, my breath hitching as the sounds swirl around me. There’s something about hearing them. Her soft moans, his roughened breaths. That stokes a fire deep inside me.
I feel my pulse quicken, heat pooling low in my belly. Even though my body still trembles from my own climax. Watching them together is intoxicating. I’ve shared her both before with my husband as well as alone. I could give them privacy but they didn't choose their room. Plus this sounds like the kind of moment I want to step into.
The kitchen is bathed in golden light, the late afternoon sun pouring in through the wide windows and warming the tiled floor beneath my bare feet. The moment I step inside, the heat in the air changes. Not from the sun, but from them. Little Fox is bent over the counter, red hair messy and clinging to her back. Her fingers are curled around the marble edge, knuckles pale with tension. Her lovely breasts, a size bigger than mine, are pressed to the cool granite. She’s flushed and glistening, every breath a shiver through her slim body. Her blue eyes glance toward me as I enter, lids heavy but sparkling with mischief.
Behind her, Little Wolf stands close. He is buried deep, his hands gripping her hips, his back flexing with each deliberate movement. He’s tall for eighteen, toned and lithe, and the rhythm of his body is smooth. Controlled. Confident. Sometimes I wonder if they were active longer than they admit. His expression is focused, jaw tight, mouth slightly open. He loves that I’m watching. He knows I'm available to him as well. But he hasn't asked yet.
They don’t pause. Not for a second. I walk to the sink and fill a glass of water. The cold tap rattles briefly before it smooths out into a steady stream. My fingers are steady, but my thighs are damp again already. There's a new heat curling low in my belly. I sip slowly, letting the cold water cool my throat while the rest of me simmers.
Little Fox glances at me again, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “How’d the story go?”
I lean back against the counter across from them, lifting the glass to my mouth again. “It went great,” I say, smiling. “I just finished. It's longer than I intended but your idea of a little sister getting her brother horny enough to fuck her was fun.”
Little Wolf lets out a soft, breathy sound. Something between a chuckle and a grunt. I suspect her idea wasn't far off from reality. Though she is a year and a half older than he is. His body moves with delicious precision. I catch myself watching the play of muscles across his abdomen and thighs. He’s slick with sweat. I can't help but want to know exactly how his hands felt on my hips while I'm bent over this same counter.
I turn my gaze to Little Fox next. Her skin is flushed from her chest to her cheeks, and her breath is ragged but steady. She’s beautiful like this. Unguarded, radiant, full of pleasure. The red in her hair gleams as she turns her head, biting her bottom lip. It's strange to think how shy she is in public. No one out there would guess how much she needs to be fucked.
“I think it might turn people on,” I add, casually. “Hopefully get some cum flowing.”
Little Fox laughs a soft, breathy sound that stutters with a gasp as her hips roll back.
“I’m sure it will,” she murmurs.
I take another sip, lingering. My eyes drift between them again, down the length of Little Wolf’s spine. I love the way his fingers tighten possessively on her hips. I watch the subtle tremble in her legs, the flush deepening on her chest. The way his long cock moves in and out of her pussy. They’re a beautiful pair.
I let my fingers trail lightly along the rim of my glass. Wet sounds of their bodies fill the space around us. My heart beats heavier with every second I spend watching them, but I say nothing more. Instead, I offer a playful smirk, brush my hand lightly across Little Fox’s lower back as I pass, and head for the back door.
As I turn to pass behind Little Wolf, brushing just close enough for our skin to nearly touch, I feel it. His fingers snap playfully against my bare ass. A sharp, cheeky pinch. I gasp softly, not from surprise, but delight. I glance back at him over my shoulder with a raised brow. He grins at me without breaking rhythm, sweat shining at his temples.
“Just saying hello,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with pleasure.
I shake my head with a soft laugh, feigning exasperation but feeling the heat bloom again inside me. I give him a wink and keep walking. Maybe soon he will take me like that. Or maybe something slower and more sensual.
The sliding glass door opens with a gentle whoosh, and I step out into the afternoon sun. The air is warm, and rich with the scent of cut grass, chlorine, and summer flowers. It wraps around me like a second skin, hot and golden and full of promise. I breathe it in, the breeze brushing against my nipples, teasing across my still-sensitive pussy.
I cross the stone patio slowly, savoring each step as the sunlight paints my bare skin. The pool glistens like a jewel under the sky. I can already feel the heat soaking into me, coaxing the leftover tension from my muscles. But I’m not alone. My eyes drift upward, toward the house next door. Second floor. Balcony.
He’s there. He is there often. He knows when I like to sunbathe and he's watched my Big Wolf fuck his Fox and our Little Fox. Leaning casually on the balcony railing like he just happens to be looking out over the yard. Like he isn’t watching me. Like he hasn’t been watching us since he moved in. He thinks we don’t know. Or maybe he knows we know, and we’ve both agreed never to say anything.
I stretch out on the lounge chair by the pool, every movement deliberate. I settle in slowly knees bent. I let my legs part just enough to tease but not expose. Not yet. The heat is immediate. The sunlight licking at my skin, warming my breasts, my belly, the slick folds between my thighs.
I don’t look up at him. But I know he’s still there. The tension builds before I even touch myself. Just knowing he’s watching does it. This subtle electricity dances along my spine, the way my nipples stiffen before the breeze even hits them. I wonder if he knows how he makes me feel.
My fingers trail down my belly, slow and lazy, circling my navel. I close my eyes and let my breath even out, hips shifting just slightly. I pretend it’s nothing. I pretend I’m just resting, just soaking in the sun. But my hand keeps drifting lower. My knees drift further apart. I feel the first brush of my fingers over my clit like a spark. I’m still slick from before, still needy. That soft stroke makes my breath catch. I let it linger, swirling gentle circles, slow and delicate. Teasing myself just enough to stir everything awake again.
The sun beats down on me, and the breeze brings the faint echo of cars passing just beyond my privacy fence. In the kitchen, I can hear Little Fox still moaning. But right now, I’m lost in the moment. In my body. In his eyes, up there on the balcony. I don’t need to see him to feel the weight of his gaze. I can practically sense his breath catching as I spread my legs a little wider. I can imagine his hand tightening around himself as he watches my fingers slip through the wetness and glide back up again.
I let out a soft moan, barely louder than a whisper, but I know it will carry. The acoustics in this yard are generous. I’ve tested them. Every movement builds on the last. My fingers pick up rhythm, not fast, not rough. Pressure and pattern, familiar and practiced. I know exactly what I like. I know exactly how I’ll cum. But part of the pleasure now is dragging it out. Savoring the way arousal crawls over my skin like heat lightning.
Thoughts flicker through my mind. Little Fox’s flushed face, Little Wolf’s hands on her hips. The firm grip of my husband's body pressed against mine. The weight of his cock inside me. I’m on fire. My legs tremble, heels pressing into the lounge chair cushion as I rub faster, hips starting to lift. It builds sharp and deep, a coil tightening in my core.
My orgasm comes hard. Fast and high, then long and thick. A gasp escapes my throat and my back arches. I grind down into my own hand. My body pulses, throbs, clenches. My skin feels electric. Like lightning kissing every inch of me from the inside out. I breathe hard, my body sinking slowly back into the chair. The pleasure still echoes in little waves as my fingers finally go still. Sweat clings to the curve of my chest and the inside of my thighs.
I open my eyes slowly, blinking into the golden sunlight. And glance up. His body is stiff. One hand grips the railing tight. The other is moving fast. He's not pretending anymore. A few more strokes, and then he tenses, chest rising sharply. I see his jaw clench, his eyes close, and a second later his cum shoots over the rail. Even from this far away, I can see the shudder run through him. I smile. Not at him. Not directly. Just for myself. Because I’m satisfied. Because he’s not the only one who needed that.
The sun sinks a little lower, brushing the sky in shades of amber and gold. The warmth on my skin is heavy now, almost dreamy. My body hums from the release, a lingering ache still curling at the edges of my thighs. I stretch again, my arms overhead, every muscle softened with pleasure. The sliding glass door opens behind me. Big Wolf. My sexy as fuck husband.
His footsteps are slow and solid across the patio stone. I hear them pause behind me, then feel the shift in the air as he lowers himself beside my chair. The heat of his body radiates toward mine before he even touches me. A large hand grazes the outside of my thigh. Not possessive. Not demanding. Just... grounding. He doesn’t have to say anything. His touch is more than enough.
I open my eyes and look up at him. God, he’s beautiful. He’s taller than Little Wolf, broader in the shoulders, darker around the eyes. Strong in that effortless, quiet way that makes your breath catch. His body is all solid muscle and sun-kissed skin, a thin sheen of sweat catching the fading light. And he’s naked, just like me. Well, to be fair we are always naked in the house. Since the night he brought me home and tore off my wedding dress.
My eyes flick down, and I feel a fresh rush of heat bloom low in my belly. He’s already hard. Thick and full and proud. My heart sings with a quiet joy that ignites the fire of need in my pussy again. He always fucks me when he gets hard. I giggle and he groans like it's a drug to him. Little Fox has to get him hard. For me. He just is.
I smile up at him, something soft and wicked in my eyes. “Took your time.”
His hand slides from my thigh to my hip. His fingers grip me firmly. Warm. Steady. “You seemed occupied,” he says, voice low and rough with hunger.
Behind him, I catch a glimpse of movement. Little Fox and Little Wolf step outside, flushed and grinning. They are still naked, hand in hand. I see cum running down Little Fox's leg. They slip into the pool without a word, their laughter soft and private as they disappear beneath the surface.
Big Wolf leans down and kisses me. Deep. Slow. Like he’s reminding me who I belong to. Like he is saying he will share me with them. But I am his. I part my lips for him and melt into the kiss, fingers sliding up his back. I feel the press of his cock against my belly, heavy and hot and ready. I spread my legs without hesitation. He doesn’t ask but just moves, fitting his body between my thighs. He knows what I want. One hand under my thigh, the other bracing beside my head. His tip nudges my entrance, and I gasp as he begins to push in.
He fills me in one slow, steady thrust, stretching me wide. I moan, loud, raw, grateful.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he begins to move, slow at first. Rocking into me like he wants me to feel every thick inch. And I do. Every time he slides in, it knocks the air from my lungs. Every time he pulls back, I want to beg him not to stop. He watches me the whole time. His eyes don’t waver. His expression doesn’t shift. He’s taking me. Because I’m his. Because he knows no one else makes me tremble like this. The pool ripples nearby, their quiet laughter continuing in the background. They are commenting on how quickly he turns me into a moaning puddle, but it fades for me there’s only this. His body pressed down. His breath at my ear. His cock buried deep.
He thrusts harder, hips slapping mine, his rhythm intensifying. I cry out beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders. The pleasure is different now, deeper. More complete. Like something he’s giving me that no one else can. I look up and catch a glimpse of the guy next door. His phone is up, filming. It turns me on more.
“I love you,” I whisper, breathless, broken in the best way.
He groans low in response, and I feel him throb inside me. When we cum, we cum together. His name is on my lips, his body shuddering above me, mine trembling around him. The orgasm rips through me like a wave, hot, full, shattering.
He stays there, resting over me, still hard inside. My hands roam over his back, my mouth grazing his neck. We stay like that for long minutes, tangled and warm. The sun is dipping behind the trees. The water splashes gently nearby as Little Fox makes a sound like a giggle and a moan. Little Wolf has his hand between her legs.
The sun has dipped behind the trees now, leaving the sky streaked with lavender and gold. Big Wolf is still inside me, his body heavy and warm on top of mine. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, the slow rise and fall of his breath matching my own. Every now and then, his cock twitches inside me, a slow pulse that makes my body hum even after the high has passed. He never likes to leave my pussy empty.
Eventually, he pulls back with a slow, wet slide that leaves me aching and full and wonderfully spent. I shiver from the loss of him, from the air that rushes in between our bodies. He leans in to kiss me one more time and then rises from my chair. I stay where I am. Limbs sprawled, muscles loose, skin still glistening. My body is open for all to see. Little Wolf seems mesmerized by the cum draining from me. The lounge chair cradles me like a lover, and I let my eyes drift half-shut. Everything smells like sex and sunlight and chlorine. It’s perfect.
Big Wolf takes the chair next to mine, stretching out, still gloriously naked. I watch him in lazy glances, admiring the way his body moves without thought. How everything he does carries that calm power. He's still hard. It normally takes him time to come down from fucking me.
A splash catches my attention. Little Fox and Little Wolf are climbing out of the pool, water dripping from their skin. She moves to Big Wolf’s chair without hesitation, climbing onto his lap as if it belonged to her. We both love the way she wants us. But she could tell I was exhausted so she picked him. He welcomes her with a strong arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest.
She kisses him, slow and wet, her hips already beginning to roll against him. He moans as her body grinds against him. She reaches between them, guiding him in, gasping softly as she sinks down onto him. I watch with half-lidded eyes, my thighs still sticky with my own pleasure. The sight is beautiful. Her small body over his, the water still dripping from her hair, her mouth open in a silent moan.
Little Wolf approaches from behind, eyes locked on her ass. He strokes himself slowly as he steps up behind her. She knows. She reaches back, parting herself for him. She lifts her hips just enough to let him press in behind her. Two cocks inside her now. She gasps loud enough to make my toes curl again. Big Wolf groans, his hands gripping her hips. Little Wolf moans as he slides all the way in. Her body is framed between them, stretched and filled, made to take everything they give her. I can’t look away. Neither can our voyeur.
Their rhythm starts slow. Steady and deep, their movements in sync as if they’ve done this a hundred times. Though I know it's only been a few times. My breath slows. My body, still spent and satisfied, welcomes the lull of the fading sun. I listen to the lullaby of skin on skin and soft gasps beside me. The wet sounds of their bodies start to blur with the breeze and the last chirps of evening birds in the trees. My eyes flutter shut.
Their moans become music, soft and rhythmic. I let sleep take me, naked and full of peace.