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“Swallow it, you filthy fucking wife.”
Adam’s guttural command vibrated through the taxi’s backseat, his fingers fisted tight in Kathleen’s bleached hair, holding her head down on his cock. Her throat convulsed around him, gagging wetly as she gulped, the salty-bitter tang of his cum flooding her mouth. It overflowed, dripping in thick strands from her lips onto her already ruined dress.
Marcus groaned beside her, his fingers still buried knuckle-deep in her dripping pussy, curling against her spasming walls. “She’s cumming again, just from swallowing.”
The cab hit a pothole, jolting them, and the motion shoved Adam deeper. Kathleen’s eyes, wide and tear-streaked with mascara, rolled back in pure bliss.
It had started less than an hour ago.

The bassline from the club, ‘Neon Eclipse,’ was a physical thing—a thump against her ribs that synced with the frantic pulse between her legs. Kathleen stood just inside, letting the crowd’s heat wash over her. At fifty-nine, she knew she shouldn’t fill out this little black dress the way she did, shouldn’t feel this liquid fire in her veins. But she did. The sheer lace stockings clung to curves honed by decades of life, not just gyms. Her blonde hair was a deliberate, tousled cascade.
She saw them almost immediately. Three of them, occupying a shadowy booth like kings of a decadent court. Younger. Hard. Their collective gaze hit her like a physical touch—a brand. She met it, chin lifting, a challenge in her eyes she hadn’t felt in years.
She didn’t walk to their booth; she was pulled, her stilettos clicking a defiant rhythm. She slid in, the scent of male skin and expensive cologne wrapping around her.
“We were debating,” said the one with dark, brooding eyes—Adam. His voice was gravel. His palm landed on her bare knee, hot and possessive. “Whether a woman like you comes here to be admired… or to be used.”
Kathleen took a slow sip of her vodka soda. “Maybe I’m here to use you.”
The one with the boyish grin, Marcus, laughed softly. His hand found her inner thigh, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just inches from her dampening lace. “I like her.”
The third, Troy, was a mountain of relaxed muscle. He pushed a fresh shot toward her. “To new friends. And to the very, very long night ahead.”
The alcohol burned. Their eyes burned hotter. Adam’s lips were at her ear, his breath stirring her hair. “I’m going to fuck this tight, mature pussy until you forget your own name.” The vulgarity, so direct, made her clit jump.
Marcus’s fingers crept higher, finding the soaked crotch of her thong. He pressed the pad of his thumb right against her swollen nub through the lace. A shockwave of pleasure arced through her. She gasped, her head falling back against the booth.
“See?” Marcus murmured, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “She’s dripping. For us.”
It was a blur of whispered filth and daring touches. Adam’s mouth claimed hers, his tongue thrusting deep, tasting of whiskey and dominance. Troy’s large hand cupped her breast, his thumb rasping over her nipple until it ached. Marcus’s fingers finally slipped beneath the lace, sinking into her slick heat.
“Christ,” he hissed against her neck. “So fucking wet. How long has it been since someone made you this wet, Kathleen?”
The truth—years—stayed locked behind her moans. She was panting, grinding shamelessly against his hand. “Don’t stop.”
“We’re just getting started,” Adam growled. He nodded toward the door. “Taxi. Now.”
Which brought her to now. On her knees in the moving cab, Adam’s cum still coating her throat, Marcus’s fingers working her to another climax.
Troy, watching with dark, hungry eyes, unbuckled his jeans. His cock sprung free, thick and veined, the head glistening. “My turn. Clean him off her face and get her mouth ready for me.”
Adam pulled out, his semi-hard cock smearing the last of his release across her lips and cheeks. Kathleen, drunk on sensation, licked her lips clean, moaning at the taste. Then she turned to Troy, taking his massive head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the slit to taste his precum.
“That’s it,” Troy groaned, his hands cradling her head. “Such a good, dirty slut for us.”
Marcus chose that moment to curl his fingers just so, hitting a spot deep inside her that had been dormant for a decade. The orgasm tore through her without warning. Her back arched violently, a raw, screaming cry muffled by Troy’s flesh filling her mouth. Her pussy clenched and gushed around Marcus’s fingers, soaking his hand and the leather seat beneath her.
“She’s a squirter,” Marcus announced with delight, pumping his fingers through her contractions, milking every last pulse.
The taxi pulled up to the sleek hotel. Troy pulled himself from her mouth with a wet pop. “Get her upstairs. I want her on a proper bed when I fuck this cunt raw.”
The hotel room door hadn’t even clicked shut before clothes began to tear. Troy’s large hands gripped the front of her dress and ripped it downward. Buttons flew. Cool air hit her skin, followed immediately by the heat of three hard bodies.
They pushed her onto the king bed. For a moment, they just stared, their cocks standing proud. Adams was long and curved. Marcuses was thick, a subtle glint of metal from a frenulum piercing. Troy’s was simply massive, a brutal instrument of pleasure.
“Hands and knees,” Adam ordered, his voice leaving no room for debate.
Kathleen obeyed, presenting herself. Troy moved behind her, his broad hands spreading her ass cheeks. “Look at that. Pretty pink holes, both of them, begging for it.” He spat, the saliva landing on her quivering asshole before he rubbed it in with his thumb.
Marcus knelt beside her head, guiding his pierced cock to her lips. “Suck. Get it nice and wet for your other holes.”
She took him in, the metal bead at the tip tapping against her palate as she hollowed her cheeks. At the same time, she felt Troy’s blunt, wide cockhead press against her dripping entrance.
He didn’t tease. One powerful, driving thrust buried him to the hilt.
Kathleen screamed around Marcus’s dick, the feeling of being so suddenly, completely filled stealing her breath. Troy was stretching her, burning her in the most exquisite way. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, each withdrawal making her feel empty, each slam making her feel whole.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Troy grunted, his balls slapping against her. “Squeezing me like a fucking vice.”
Adam moved then. She felt his weight dip the mattress behind Troy, then his fingers, slick with her juices or maybe spit, circling her other hole. “This one’s mine. Gonna make you feel full, Kathleen. Gonna make you remember this every time your husband touches you.”
The pressure was immense, a sharp, burning stretch as he pushed the head of his cock against her ass. She whimpered, the sound vibrating around Marcus.
“Relax, baby,” Adam coaxed, his voice deceptively soft. “Take it for me. You can do it. You want it.”
She did. God, she did. With a desperate cry, she pushed back against him. The burning gave way to a feeling of incredible, overwhelming fullness as he seated himself inside her, inch by devastating inch.
She was now impaled on two cocks, her mouth servicing a third. Triple-stuffed. Stretched to her absolute limit. Tears of overwhelming sensation leaked from her eyes.
They began to move in a coordinated, brutal symphony. Troy thrust into her pussy, driving her forward onto Adam’s cock in her ass, which in turn pushed her mouth deeper onto Marcus’s. The sensation was insane—a feedback loop of penetration, every nerve ending screaming. The slap-slap-slap of skin, the wet, sucking sounds, their groans and her muffled cries filled the room.
“You feel that, you filthy wife?” Adam gritted out, his hips thrusting. “Feel both of us owning you? Your husband ever filled you up like this?”
“N-no!” she managed to gasp when Marcus pulled his cock from her mouth for a moment.
“No, what?” Marcus taunted, slapping his shaft against her flushed cheek.
“No, he’s never—fuck! —never made me feel like this!”
“That’s right,” Troy snarled, pounding harder, his hands gripping her hips like vices. “You’re our slut tonight. Our little cum-dump. And we’re gonna fill you up so much, you’ll be leaking our loads when you go back to him.”
The vulgar promise, the sheer depravity of it, pushed her over the edge. The orgasm that ripped through her was seismic, tearing a ragged scream from her throat. Her pussy convulsed in rhythmic, milking pulses around Troy, her ass clenched tight on Adam, and her entire body shook as if electrocuted. She squirted again, a hot gush that soaked Troy’s cock and thighs.
“She’s cumming!” Marcus shouted, fisting his cock. “Look at her go!”
Her climax seemed to trigger theirs. Troy roared, his thrusts becoming erratic, then he slammed deep and held, his cock pulsing as he flooded her womb with jet after hot jet of cum. The feeling of being filled, claimed so intimately, made her sob.
Adam followed seconds later, groaning as he emptied himself into her ass, the hot rush adding to the overwhelming sensation of fullness. He collapsed over her back, his teeth sinking into her shoulder.
Marcus stood over her, stroking himself fast. “Open wide, sweetheart. Don’t waste a drop.”
Dazed, spent, she turned her head and opened her mouth. His cum shot over her tongue, across her cheeks, in her hair—salty and potent. She swallowed what she could, lapping at her lips.
They finally pulled out of her, and she collapsed face-first onto the soaked sheets, a boneless heap. She felt their seed immediately begin to leak from her ravaged holes, trickling down her inner thighs, warm and sticky.
Adam rolled her onto her back. He traced a finger through the mixed fluids on her stomach, then brought it to her lips. She sucked it clean, her eyes glazed.
Troy looked down at her, at the mess they’d made of her. “Round one’s done.” A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “You think you can take another round, Kathleen? Before you have to go home to your husband?” And so it continues…