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The game continued with a charged rhythm, the clack of balls echoing through the quiet bar as Vicky and Mark traded shots. Vicky leaned over the table for her next turn, bending low and slow, her heavy breasts straining hard against the delicate black lace bra. The sheer fabric stretched taut, her dark nipples clearly visible and pressing insistently against the material as her tits hung and swayed with every small movement. Her plump ass was barely covered by the tiny Brazilian briefs, the thin lace riding high between her soft cheeks, while her thick thighs brushed teasingly against the edge of the felt. Mark stood close, his eyes glued to her body, breathing ragged as he watched her every curve jiggle and shift. He was visibly desperate for her to miss—just one mistake so he could see more.

Vicky potted cleanly, straightening with a satisfied smile that made her breasts bounce heavily in the bra. Mark groaned in frustration but lined up his own shot, managing to sink it despite the distraction. They both potted the next couple of turns as well, the tension building with every bend and stretch. Each time Vicky leaned over, her ass pushed out invitingly, the minuscule briefs offering almost no coverage, her thick thighs rubbing together, and her lace-covered tits hanging like an invitation. Mark’s cock strained painfully against his jeans, his compliments turning filthier with every second.

“Fuck, Vic… the way your tits are fighting that bra, nipples poking through like they want to be sucked… and that ass barely hidden, cheeks spilling out every time you bend. Those thick thighs brushing the table—God, I’m dying for you to miss. Just one miss, sweetheart. Let me see more of that perfect body.”

Finally, Vicky lined up a shot, arched her back deeply, and missed. The cue ball rolled harmlessly aside.

Mark’s face lit up with raw excitement, his grin wide and hungry. “Yes… fuck yes.”

Vicky straightened, glanced over at Andrew with a slow, wicked smile, then reached behind her back. She unclasped the bra and slowly slid the straps down her arms, letting the lace fall away. At the last moment she pressed her hands over her bare breasts, covering her nipples teasingly as she looked at Mark with playful innocence.

Mark’s eyes never left her. He leaned forward, voice dropping to a near-growl. “Move your fucking hands, Vic. Don’t you dare hide those tits from me.”

Vicky bit her lip, then slowly lowered her hands, uncovering her full, heavy breasts. They spilled free—large, soft, and perfectly rounded, with dark, stiff nipples begging for attention. The weight of them made them settle and jiggle naturally as she breathed.

Mark grew almost giddy, his voice thick with lust as he stared openly. “Holy shit… look at those big fucking tits. They’re even better bare— so heavy, so full, so fucking gorgeous. Goddamn, Vic, they’re massive and perfect, hanging there so soft and bouncy. Those dark nipples are making my mouth water. I want to bury my face between them, suck on those hard little peaks until you’re moaning. Fuck, your tits look incredible—big, juicy, made for grabbing and slapping and watching them bounce. I could stare at them all night. You’re a fucking goddess with those beauties on display.”

Mark was so distracted by the sight that when his next turn came, he barely focused. He missed badly, the cue ball scattering uselessly.

Vicky laughed softly. “Trousers off, handsome.”

Mark kicked off his shoes and shoved his jeans down, revealing tight black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his thick, hard cock straining against the fabric. He stood there in just his underwear, chest heaving as he stared at Vicky’s naked breasts.

Vicky took her next shot, bending low once more so her bare tits hung and swayed heavily over the table, her ass pushed out with the tiny briefs riding high. She missed on purpose, straightening with a sultry smile.

Mark’s eyes darkened with pure need. “Those pants… I want them on the floor right now, Vic. I need to see that pretty pussy. Take them off for me.”

Vicky turned her back to him, giving both men a perfect view of her round ass. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tiny black Brazilian briefs and began teasing them down agonizingly slowly. The lace inched over her wide hips, revealing the smooth, plump cheeks of her ass. As the fabric slid past her thick thighs, she arched her back deeply, pushing her ass out further. The movement parted her thighs just enough for Mark to catch a clear glimpse of her pink, glistening pussy peeking through from behind—smooth, bare, and already wet.

Mark groaned loudly, his hand pressing against his cock through his boxers. “Fuck… look at that pretty pink pussy. So wet and perfect, winking at me between those thick thighs. God, you’re killing me, Vic.”

She continued sliding the briefs down her legs, past her knees, and stepped out of them one heel at a time, now completely naked except for her high heels. Turning to face Mark, Vicky hopped up to sit on the edge of the pool table, her thick thighs parting slowly as she opened her legs wide. Her bald, slick pussy was fully on display—pink lips slightly parted and shining with arousal. She ran one hand sensually down her torso, over her heavy breasts, across her soft stomach, and finally between her thighs, gently stroking her smooth mound and letting her fingers glide over her wet folds.

Mark couldn’t hold back any longer. He stepped forward, moving between her spread legs, his hands sliding possessively onto her thick, bare thighs. He squeezed the soft flesh, thumbs stroking upward as he leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Vicky moaned softly into it, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders as their tongues met.

Andrew watched from his stool in the corner, breathing ragged, his own cock throbbing painfully in his slacks. His completely naked wife—except for those sexy high heels—sat on the pool table kissing another man, Mark’s strong hands roaming up and down her bare thighs, squeezing and caressing her soft curves while their mouths moved together with growing heat.

The kiss deepened, Mark’s fingers digging into her thighs as he pulled her closer to the edge of the table, the head of his cock straining visibly against his boxers, barely an inch from her exposed, dripping pussy.

Neither man showed any sign of stopping the game now.

Mark’s mouth left Vicky’s lips with a wet, hungry sound, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. He sucked lightly at the sensitive spot just below her ear, making her shiver, then continued lower, lips brushing over her collarbone and onto the soft swell of her chest.

Vicky’s head tipped backwards with a breathy sigh, her dark ponytail swaying as she arched her back, pushing her heavy breasts toward his face. Mark didn’t hesitate. He cupped both tits in his large hands, lifting and squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh, his thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples. “These big fucking tits,” he growled against her skin, voice thick with lust. “So heavy and perfect… been dying to get my mouth on them.”

He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly over one dark nipple, circling it teasingly before sucking it into his mouth with a low groan. Vicky let out a deep, throaty moan, her eyes fluttering half-closed for a moment before she forced them open again, locking her gaze directly onto Andrew where he sat rigid on the stool.

Andrew’s breath caught as he watched his wife’s full breasts being worshipped. Mark’s mouth worked greedily on her right nipple, sucking hard, then softer, his tongue flicking rapidly while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. Vicky’s tits jiggled and bounced with every movement, glistening slightly from his saliva.

“Oh… fuck,” Vicky gasped, her voice shaky as she stared straight at her husband. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and her heavy breasts heaved with each ragged breath while Mark continued sucking and licking, switching from one nipple to the other with wet, obscene sounds.

Mark’s right hand slid down her waist, fingers tracing the curve of her soft stomach before moving onto her thick thigh. He squeezed the plush flesh possessively, then slipped his hand between her spread legs. His fingertips ran slowly down her slick, bald folds, parting them gently and coating themselves in her wetness.

Vicky whimpered, hips twitching involuntarily. “Mark…”

Without warning, Mark pushed two thick fingers deep inside her in one smooth thrust. Vicky’s back arched sharply and she cried out, the sound echoing softly in the bar. While his mouth stayed latched onto her right breast—sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive nipple—he began to finger-fuck her with steady, deep strokes. His fingers pumped in and out of her dripping pussy, curling slightly to stroke her inner walls, the wet, squelching sounds loud and filthy in the quiet room.

Vicky’s thick thighs trembled around his arm, her heels digging into the edge of the pool table as she rocked her hips to meet every thrust. Her heavy breasts bounced with the rhythm, Mark’s mouth never leaving her nipple as he sucked and licked greedily.

“Look at him,” Mark murmured against her wet skin, briefly pulling back just enough to speak before sucking her nipple back into his mouth. “Look at your husband while I fuck this tight, wet pussy with my fingers. Let him see how much you’re dripping for me.”

Vicky’s eyes stayed locked on Andrew’s, her expression a mix of lust and wicked satisfaction as moan after moan spilled from her lips. Her bald pussy clenched visibly around Mark’s pumping fingers, juices coating his hand and dripping down onto the felt of the pool table.

Mark curled his fingers harder, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing firm circles while he continued sucking and biting gently at her breasts. “Such a good girl… letting me play with these big tits and this soaked cunt right in front of him. You’re so fucking wet, Vic. I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

Andrew sat frozen on the stool, breathing heavily, his cock straining painfully against his trousers as he watched his naked wife—still wearing only her high heels—get fingered and worshipped on the pool table. Mark’s hand moved faster now, the wet sounds growing more intense as Vicky’s moans climbed higher, her body trembling on the edge.

Mark lifted his head from her breast just long enough to flash Andrew a dark, satisfied grin, fingers still thrusting deep inside Vicky. “She feels even better than she looks, mate… and she looks fucking incredible.”

The tension in the room was suffocating, the game long forgotten.

UPVOTE AND COMMENT FOR PART 3

The low hum of the city outside faded into the warm, amber glow of the bar as Vicky adjusted the hem of her skirt—again. It was a tight, black number that clung shamelessly to her thick, juicy thighs and barely skimmed mid-thigh, riding up with every sway of her hips to tease the soft, rounded underside of her ass. She’d paired it with a deep V-neck top that looked two sizes too small, the thin fabric stretched obscenely tight over her full, heavy breasts, the deep plunge of cleavage drawing every eye like a magnet. Andrew had barely been able to keep his hands off her when she’d emerged from the bedroom earlier, his hazel eyes darkening with raw hunger as he drank in the way the outfit hugged every lush curve and soft swell. She’d smirked then, knowing exactly the kind of trouble she was stirring up—for both of them.

“You sure about this place?” Andrew asked, his voice already rough as he held the door open for her. His fingers brushed the small of her back, possessive yet trembling, lingering a second too long like he was trying to memorize the heat of her body before they stepped inside.

Vicky tilted her head, her dark ponytail swaying playfully as she met his gaze with a wicked little smile. “Mark’s been begging us to stop by for ages, love. It’s just a drink… or maybe a little more.” Her voice was light and sweet, but her eyes sparkled with something far hungrier. She didn’t wait for his reply. Instead, she stepped inside with an exaggerated sway of her wide hips, the movement deliberate, making her skirt ride up just enough to flash the lower curve of her plump ass cheeks and the delicate lace edge of her thong.

The bar was quiet for a Friday night, dim lighting and the soft clink of pool balls creating an intimate atmosphere. Mark was behind the counter, but the second the door opened, his head snapped up. His blue eyes locked onto Vicky like a starving man spotting a feast, and a slow, wolfish grin spread across his face. “Holy fucking hell… look at you.” His voice carried just enough to make heads turn. “If it isn’t the sexiest woman to ever walk through those doors. And fuck me, you brought the girls out tonight—those perfect, mouth-watering tits look even better than I remembered. That top is working overtime trying to contain them, isn’t it? Lucky fabric.”

Vicky laughed, throaty and delighted, as she sauntered straight to the bar and leaned forward heavily, deliberately arching her back so her heavy breasts strained even harder against the stretched neckline, the deep valley of cleavage on full, jiggling display. “Mark, you always know exactly what a girl wants to hear,” she purred, shifting her weight from one foot to the other so her thick thighs rubbed together and her skirt inched higher. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Mark didn’t even pretend to be subtle. He leaned across the counter, gaze locked shamelessly on her chest. “Flattery? Sweetheart, I’m just stating facts. Those tits are fucking legendary—full, soft, and bouncing like they were made to be stared at. And that skirt… Christ, it’s hugging your ass and thighs like it’s in love with them. Every time you move, I swear I can see heaven. You’ve been hiding all that delicious thickness from me for way too long. A body like yours deserves constant worship.”

Vicky preened under the praise, biting her lower lip as she slowly ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the fabric over her wide hips and letting her palms linger on the swell of her ass. She gave a little shimmy, making her breasts jiggle enticingly and her skirt ride up another teasing inch. “Mmm, keep talking like that and I might forget we’re here for drinks,” she teased, her voice dripping with suggestion.

Mark chuckled, low and dark, his eyes tracing every curve like he wanted to memorize them. “Drinks are overrated when there’s a goddess standing in front of me. Look at those thighs—thick, smooth, perfect for wrapping around a man’s waist… or his head. And that ass? Fuck, it’s criminal how round and juicy it looks in that skirt. I could watch you walk across this bar all night and never get bored. You’re built like pure sin, Vic. Every inch of you is begging to be touched, kissed, devoured. Those heavy tits spilling out like that… I’m already imagining how they’d feel in my hands.”

Andrew’s breath hitched audibly. He cleared his throat. “Bourbon. Neat.”

Mark barely glanced at him, still drinking in Vicky’s body as he poured. “And for the lucky man who gets to take this vision home… what’ll it be for you, mate? Something strong to help you handle all this perfection?” His gaze flicked back to Vicky. “Because honestly, Vic, I don’t know how any man keeps his hands off you. Those tits alone could start wars. The way they’re spilling out of that top… I’m getting hard just looking at them. And don’t even get me started on how that skirt is riding up—giving me little peeks of that gorgeous ass every time you breathe. You’re a walking wet dream, sweetheart. Every soft curve is perfection.”

Vicky’s cheeks flushed with heat, but she loved it. She turned slightly, giving both men a better side view of her hourglass figure, one hand resting on her hip while the other toyed with the neckline of her top, tugging it just a fraction lower so even more soft, creamy cleavage spilled into view. “You’re making me blush, Mark. But please… don’t stop. Tell me how much you love it all.”

Mark’s grin turned feral as he slid their drinks over. “Love it? I’m fucking obsessed. That tiny waist flaring out into those wide, fertile hips… that fat, juicy ass that jiggles when you walk… and those magnificent tits—heavy, full, with the deepest cleavage I’ve ever seen. Your body was built to be shown off. I could spend hours just describing how perfect every inch is.”

Vicky let out a soft, pleased hum and bent forward a little more than necessary to pick up her drink, making her breasts hang and sway heavily. She took a slow sip, letting her tongue linger on the rim. “The main pool table’s free,” she said innocently, but her eyes were gleaming. “I feel like bending over it and showing off a little more tonight.”

Mark’s eyes darkened with approval. “Then let’s go play, gorgeous. I want to see that incredible body in action.”

Vicky sauntered toward the main pool table in the center of the bar, hips rolling exaggeratedly with each step, the tight skirt riding up high enough to reveal the full lower curve of her bare ass cheeks and the thin strip of her thong. Andrew followed a step behind, his jaw tight, but he said nothing.

At the table, Vicky immediately bent over to rack the balls, pushing her ass out dramatically, back arched deeply so her skirt hiked way up, fully exposing the soft, plump cheeks of her ass and the lace of her thong. Her heavy breasts hung and swayed in the deep V-neck, the fabric gaping open to flash even more cleavage. She wiggled slightly, making everything shake and bounce for their viewing pleasure.

Mark groaned loudly, not even trying to hide it as he stood close behind her. “Fuck, Vic… look at that. That ass is a masterpiece—so round, so thick, so fucking spankable. The way it’s spilling out right now, with just that tiny thong disappearing between those perfect cheeks… Jesus, you’re killing me. And those thighs—thick and powerful and gorgeous, spread just enough to drive a man wild. Bend a little more for me, sweetheart. Let me see how those heavy tits hang and jiggle while you rack. God, your cleavage is unreal—deep, soft, and begging to be stared at. Every curve of yours is pure perfection. I’ve never seen a body this fucking sexy.”

Vicky smiled over her shoulder, deliberately arching her back even deeper, letting her skirt ride higher and her breasts swing more obviously as she pretended to adjust the balls. “Like this?” she asked sweetly, giving her hips a little shake that made her ass jiggle.

“Exactly like that,” Mark growled, his voice carrying just enough for Andrew to hear. “You’re flaunting it so beautifully, Vic. That ass looks even better when you bend over—plump and juicy and practically begging for attention. Those thick thighs… fuck, they’re made for gripping. And don’t get me started on how your tits are practically falling out—those big, soft, perfect breasts with all that delicious cleavage on display. You’re a goddess. Keep posing like that. Show us everything.”

Andrew stood nearby, arms crossed, his face flushed. He shifted uncomfortably, clearly fighting the bulge in his slacks, but when Vicky glanced at him with a challenging little smile, he only muttered, “Just… play the game,” his voice tight and begrudging. He didn’t stop it, though. He couldn’t look away.

Mark chalked his cue, eyes never leaving Vicky’s body as she lined up her break shot, bending low again so her cleavage spilled forward dramatically and the hem of her skirt barely covered anything. “That’s it, beautiful. Arch that back more. Let everyone see how incredible you look bent over this table—ass out, tits hanging, thighs looking so thick and inviting. You’re making my cock throb just watching you. No one has a body like yours. Every soft, lush inch is absolute perfection.”

They started a fresh game. Vicky took her first proper shot, bending low and slow over the table. Her skirt rode up dangerously high, flashing the full lower half of her plump ass cheeks while her heavy breasts pressed together and spilled forward in the deep V of her top, cleavage deepening with every breath.

Mark sank his shot easily, then moved closer as Vicky lined up her next one. “Jesus Christ, Vic,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Look at you bent over like that—ass pushed out so perfectly, those thick thighs spread just enough to make me imagine them wrapped around me. And that cleavage… fuck, it’s endless. Your tits look so heavy and soft hanging there, begging to bounce free. You’re teasing us on purpose, aren’t you? Flaunting every delicious curve. That hint of ass cheek peeking out is driving me insane. Bend a little lower, sweetheart. Let me see more of that juicy ass.”

Vicky missed her shot on purpose, straightening with a coy smile as her breasts jiggled. She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the skirt but only making it ride higher.

Mark’s next shot went in cleanly. He circled the table, eyes devouring her as she prepared for another turn. “Fuck, every time you bend over it gets better. That ass is so round and thick—look at the way it jiggles when you shift your weight. Those powerful thighs… I want to run my tongue along every inch. And your tits—God, the way they’re straining that top, cleavage so deep I could lose myself in it. You’re built like a fucking wet dream, Vic. Keep flaunting it. I can’t get enough of watching you like this.”

After a few more shots—each one giving Vicky another excuse to arch her back, push her ass out, and let her breasts hang and sway while Mark showered her with increasingly explicit praise—Mark finally leaned his cue against the table, his gaze burning.

“New rules,” he said, voice rough and hungry. “Strip pool. If you don’t pot your shot, you lose an item of clothing. Sound fair, gorgeous?”

Vicky’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m game if you are.”

Andrew settled onto a stool in the corner, his knuckles white around his glass, face flushed. He opened his mouth as if to protest, then closed it again, muttering under his breath, “Fine… just don’t go too far.” But his eyes stayed glued to his wife, dark with a mix of jealousy and unwilling arousal.

Vicky lined up her next shot, bending low and deliberately. She missed—badly.

Mark’s grin turned predatory. He pointed straight at her top. “Top comes off, sweetheart.”

Vicky didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the hem of her tight top and pulled it slowly over her head, her dark ponytail bouncing as the fabric slid free. Her heavy breasts spilled into view, barely contained by a black lace bra that was more sheer than supportive. The delicate material did little to hide her dark, hardening nipples or the soft, overflowing flesh that jiggled with every movement.

Mark’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He stared openly, mouth slightly agape, his usual smooth compliments failing him for a moment. “Fucking look at them…” he breathed, voice hoarse and raw. “Jesus Christ, Vic. Those tits… they’re even better than I imagined. So big, so full, so fucking perfect. Look at how they’re spilling over that lace—soft and heavy, nipples already poking through like they’re begging for attention. I wanted to behave tonight, but fuck… just look at them. How am I supposed to keep my eyes off tits like that? They’re massive, gorgeous, made to be stared at, touched, worshipped. Goddamn.”

Vicky preened under his stunned gaze, arching her back slightly to push her chest forward, letting her breasts bounce and settle heavily in the bra. She ran her hands up her sides, cupping them teasingly from underneath as she turned slowly so both men could admire the view. “You like what you see?” she purred, voice dripping with satisfaction.

Mark swallowed hard, still staring. “Like? Sweetheart, I’m fucking obsessed. Those tits are unreal—huge, soft, with the deepest cleavage even in that bra. Every man in this bar would kill to see what I’m seeing right now. Bend over the table again for the next shot… let me watch them hang and sway while you play. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can keep my hands to myself.”

Andrew shifted on his stool, his cock visibly straining in his slacks, but he stayed silent—begrudgingly allowing it, eyes locked on his wife’s nearly topless form as the game continued, the air thick with tension and raw desire.

Mark’s gaze never left Vicky’s chest. “Your shot again, gorgeous. Let’s see those perfect tits move.”

Vicky smiled wickedly and leaned over the table for her next shot. This time she potted cleanly, the ball dropping with a satisfying thunk. She straightened up slowly, deliberately letting her heavy breasts bounce and jiggle in the black lace bra as she turned toward Mark with a triumphant little smirk.

Mark groaned, adjusting himself openly in his jeans. “Fuck, that’s not fair. Those tits bouncing like that when you move… it’s distracting as hell.” He lined up his own shot, but his eyes kept flicking back to Vicky’s chest and the way her thick thighs pressed together. He missed.

“Shirt off,” Vicky said sweetly, pointing at him.

Mark chuckled and peeled off his button-up shirt, revealing a tight white t-shirt underneath that clung to his broad chest and defined arms. “There. Happy?” He flexed subtly, but his attention was already back on her. “Your turn, beautiful. Bend nice and low for me again.”

Vicky did exactly that—arching her back deeply, ass pushed out so the skirt rode high, flashing the plump curves of her cheeks while her lace-covered breasts hung and swayed heavily. She potted her shot again with a soft laugh.

Mark cursed under his breath, his cock visibly straining against his jeans as he watched her. He took his next shot and missed once more, the cue ball barely grazing the target.

Vicky’s eyes sparkled. “T-shirt’s next, handsome.”

Mark tugged the tight t-shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest and abs. He stood there shirtless now, but his gaze was pure hunger as it roamed over Vicky’s body. “Not fair. You’re still mostly dressed and I’m already half-naked because I can’t stop staring at you.”

Vicky lined up her next shot, bending even more dramatically than before. Her heavy breasts pressed against the felt, cleavage spilling forward, and her skirt hiked so high it barely covered anything. She missed—intentionally, the cue ball rolling harmlessly wide.

She straightened up with a playful smile, turning to face Mark. “Skirt or bra?” she asked, voice husky and teasing as she looked him dead in the eyes.

Mark’s breath caught. His eyes darted between her overflowing lace bra and the tight skirt hugging her wide hips and thick thighs. He swallowed hard, clearly struggling, his cock twitching visibly in his jeans. “Fuck… that’s a hard choice. Those tits look incredible in that bra, but…” He licked his lips, gaze dropping to her lower body. “I want the full lingerie effect. Skirt off. I need to see those thick thighs and that juicy ass properly framed by whatever you’ve got underneath.”

Vicky’s smile widened, slow and seductive. She reached for the hidden zip on the side of her skirt and pulled it down agonizingly slowly, the sound loud in the quiet bar. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and let the tight fabric slide gradually over her wide hips and down her thick thighs, wiggling her hips to help it along. The skirt pooled at her ankles, revealing a tiny pair of black Brazilian briefs—barely-there lace that sat high on her hips, the front a delicate triangle that clung to her mound while the back disappeared between her plump, round ass cheeks, leaving most of her soft, juicy backside completely exposed.

She stepped out of the skirt and stood there in just her black lace bra, the minuscule Brazilian briefs, and her heels—her thick thighs on full display, her wide hips and heavy breasts creating an hourglass silhouette that looked almost obscene in the dim light.

Mark’s eyes went wide, his mouth falling open as he stared. He couldn’t stop himself from groaning loudly, one hand unconsciously pressing against the massive bulge in his jeans. “Holy… fuck, Vic. Look at you. Standing there in nothing but that tiny lace set and heels… your ass is even more perfect than I imagined— so round, so plump, so fucking spankable with that little Brazilian cutting right between those juicy cheeks. And those thick thighs… God, they look so soft and powerful at the same time. The way the lace sits on your hips, barely covering your pussy… I can already see how wet you’re getting. You’re a walking wet dream. I’m so fucking hard right now it hurts. That body in lingerie… it’s too much. Too perfect. I don’t know how much longer I can behave.”

Vicky turned slowly on her heels, giving both men a full 360 view—arching her back to push out her ass and chest, letting her heavy breasts bounce in the bra and her plump cheeks jiggle with the movement. She ran her hands down her sides, over her hips, and gave her ass a light slap that made the flesh ripple.

Andrew sat rigid on his stool, breathing heavily, his own erection obvious as he watched his wife flaunt herself, but he remained silent—begrudgingly allowing the game to continue, eyes dark with conflicted lust.

Mark stepped closer, voice low and rough. “Your shot again, gorgeous. Bend over nice and slow… let me see how that ass looks in those little briefs when you spread those thick thighs for the table.”

The tension in the bar was electric, the game far from over.

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