BiPhoria – Wife Catches Husband Fucking The Pool Boy

The summer sun beat down mercilessly on the well-manicured lawn surrounding the lavish pool. Lascivious giggles and wanton moans echoed from the crystal-clear water, catching the attention of the homeowner who was casually sipping iced tea on the patio deck.

As she peered through the sliding glass doors, her jaw dropped, hanging open in utter shock. There, mere feet away, her husband was engaged in a torrid bisexual threesome with the pool boy! The petite, tattooed youth knelt before her spouse, eagerly slurping his throbbing member. All the while, the bikini-clad wife rode the hunky pool boy’s massive cock, bouncing up and down in a wild cowgirl position.

“Mmm, your husband’s cock tastes better than the sports drinks he guilt-trips me into buying,” the pool boy grunted, glancing up at the wide-eyed wife with a roguish grin. “Want a go at it, lady?”

The wife carefully set down her drink, a predatory gleam in her eye. “Not here, you little troublemaker,” she purred, sauntering towards the lewd trio. “Let’s take this somewhere more private, I want to drain your boycum right down my throat.”

Bras were shrugged off, bikini bottoms discarded, as they all moved to a more secluded pool chair. The wife straddled the pool boy’s tight ass, gingerly trailing her fingers over his salt-and-pepper chest hair before guiding her husband’s girthy cock to her eagerly puckering anus.

“Ohh fuck yes,” she cooed, slowly lowering herself onto his thick rod. Her husband gripped her lithe hips, marveling at how her velvety walls stretched and clenched around him. “I’m calling dips on assfuck!” she declared gleefully.

The pool boy happily agreed, attacking her mouth in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing and twining. As she kissing the muscled youth, her husband began pumping into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her silken cavern. Each thrust sent jolts of raw ecstasy shooting up her spine. The dual stimulation of their lips on hers and the delicious pressure against her cervix pushed her towards the precipice of bliss more quickly than she expected.

“Break’s over, pipsqueak, my turn for ass!” The wife suddenly flipped them all over, the pool boy now straddling her husband. She gripped his shaft and rubbed the broad head against her slick entrance, teasing him with the promise of her vice-grip cunt.

The following minutes were a frenzy of debased pleasure, all three moaning and gasping as they switched partners and positions with wild abandon. The pool boy grunted rhythmically, impaling the wife on his cock and grinding against her G-spot. Her husband playfully flipped her over, plunging into her asshole, as the pool boy knelt to worship her dripping pussy. And so it went, a decadent whirlwind of torrid delights. They fucked with wild abandon, their activities only increasing in depravity, until finally, all that could be heard from the poolside was the slapping of flesh, the dripping of heated sexual fluids, and the rhythmic grunting as they one by one achieved release.