“Look at our wife’s mouth,” Marco growls. “Taking her third husband, like, she was made for it.”
I moan around Cole’s cock, the vibration making him curse. Theo’s thrusts turn brutal, spanking between every stroke. I come hard, pussy spasming, squirting over his thighs. They don’t stop. Cole pulls out of my mouth, lets me scream, then slides back in.
“Again,” I sob. “I need it again.”
They flip me onto my back. Marco preps my ass with lube and three thick fingers, rough but careful. I’m trembling, stuffed full. Cole slides into my pussy first, then Marco into my ass. Theo kneels at my head, cock in my mouth, hand fisted in my hair.
“Three husbands inside their wife,” Cole groans. “Fuck, yes.”
I can’t speak, can only moan around Theo’s cock, hips rocking between Cole and Marco. The stretch is overwhelming, perfect. They find a rhythm, one in, one out, never empty. I come again, harder, pussy and ass clenching so tight they both curse.
They pull out. I’m on my knees, breathless. Theo straddles my chest, cock between my tits, fucking them while pinching my nipples. Cole feeds me his cock, deep throating me. Marco watches, stroking and spanking my ass every few seconds.
“Look at our wife’s tits bouncing for her husband,” Theo rasps.
I moan around Cole’s cock, pushing my chest up. “Yes, fuck my tits,” I gasp when he pulls out. “Use me.”
They do.
Theo’s hips snap faster, cock sliding between my slick breasts, the head brushing my chin with every thrust. His fingers dig into my nipples, pinching hard enough to make me cry out. Cole fists my hair tighter, feeding me his cock again, letting me tastemyself on him. Marco’s hand lands on my ass in a sharp, stinging spank that echoes through the room.
“Such a perfect wife,” Marco growls, spanking me again. “Taking all your husbands like this.”
I’m lost in it, body on fire, every nerve singing. Theo’s thrusts turn erratic. He pulls back, cock glistening, and comes hard across my tits and throat, thick ropes painting my skin. I moan, licking what I can reach, eyes locked on his.
Cole follows, pulling out of my mouth to stripe my face and lips. I open for him, tongue out, catching every drop. Marco fists himself once, twice, and adds his load across my stomach and breasts, hot and endless.
I’m dripping, claimed, and trembling.
Marco doesn’t let me catch my breath. “Mirror. Now.”
They lift me and carry me to the edge of the bed, facing the full-length mirror on the closet door we installed two weeks ago. Moonlight pours in, silver on sweat-slick skin. Cole sits behind me, legs spread wide. I straddle him backward, reverse cowgirl, my back to his chest. He lifts me into a full Nelson, forearms hooked under my knees, spreading me open. Marco kneels in front of me on the bed, cock in hand, eyes locked on my reflection.
“Look at your wife,” Marco says, voice lethal. “Look how fucking perfect she is.”
Cole slides into my pussy first, slow and deep. I moan, head falling back against his shoulder. Marco lubes up and presses into my ass, inch by thick inch, until I’m stuffed full again. The stretch is obscene, perfect. Theo stands in front of me, cock brushing my lips. His hand rests lightly around my throat, thumb stroking my pulse.
“Watch your husbands wreck their wife in the mirror, baby,” Theo rasps.
I watch Cole’s cock disappear into my pussy, Marco’s into my ass, and Theo’s sliding between my lips. The sight is filthy, beautiful. My tits bounce with every thrust, nipples hard and aching. I reach down, rub my clit in tight circles, and come hard, squirting over Cole’s thighs, soaking the sheets.
“Fuck, yes,” I sob around Theo’s cock. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
They don’t. Cole and Marco find a brutal rhythm, one in, one out, never empty. Theo fucks my mouth, hand tightening just enough to make my pulse spike. I come again, harder, pussy and ass clenching so tight they both groan. My reflection is wrecked, mouth open, eyes glassy, tears of pleasure streaking my cheeks.
“Again,” Marco demands, spanking my clit once, sharp. “Come for your husbands again.”
I do. I come a third time, smaller but deeper, every muscle trembling. They finally ease out of me, gentle now. I’m on my knees in the center of the bed, surrounded.
“On your back, wife,” Cole says.
I obey instantly.
They surround me on their knees. I stroke Cole and Marco, slow and firm, while Theo fists himself above me. The candlelight paints us gold, sweat-slick skin, heaving chests, eyes locked on me.
“Come on me,” I breathe. “All of you. I want to wear my husbands.”
Cole groans first, thick ropes across my tits and stomach. Theo follows, painting my throat and collarbone. Marco growls my name and comes hard over my face and lips, hot and endless. I’m covered, dripping, claimed.
