Climbing Gym Friend Claims Her

Malik stood at the edge of the bouldering area with his arms crossed tight over his chest, the chalk bag hanging useless at his hip. Twenty feet away Selena was already harnessed up, that ridiculous new tank top of hers riding high enough that the underside of her tits pressed against the thin black fabric every time she reached for a hold. The shorts were worse—barely more than a second skin of stretchy gray, the seams dug into the full cheeks of her ass so that every shift of weight flashed pale flesh and the faint outline of her shaved mound. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had bought the outfit two weeks ago after Nikolai commented that she “moved better when she wasn’t fighting her clothes.”

Nikolai towered over her, six-four of solid climbing muscle, dark hair tied back, forearms corded and dusted with chalk. He stood close enough that his chest brushed her shoulder while he adjusted the knot at her waist. His thick fingers worked the belay loop, tugging deliberately, the backs of his knuckles grazing the soft lower curve of her belly. Selena’s breath hitched; Malik saw it, the little parting of her lips, the way her nipples stiffened hard against the thin tank.

“Tighter,” Nikolai said, voice low and rough. “I want zero play when I catch you.”

Selena laughed, soft and throaty. “You always catch me.”

“Because you trust me.” His hand slid lower for a second, palm flattening against the front of her harness right over her pussy, pressing the padded strap snug against her cleft. He held it there two beats too long, eyes locked on hers. “Feel that? Good. Now turn.”

She turned. Nikolai’s hands moved to her hips, big and possessive, spinning her so her ass pushed back against his thigh. He checked the leg loops next, fingers slipping beneath the webbing high on her inner thighs, brushing the damp heat already gathering there. Malik’s cock twitched traitorously in his own shorts even as shame burned up his neck. He could smell her from here—arousal and chalk and that sweet cunt scent she got whenever Nikolai put hands on her.

“Malik.” Nikolai didn’t bother looking over. “You spotting or just staring?”

“Spotting,” Malik muttered, stepping closer to the wall. His voice cracked.

Selena glanced back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with something filthy. “He’s fine. He’s always watching.” She rolled her hips once, deliberately, grinding that fat ass against Nikolai’s leg. “Aren’t you, baby?”

Nikolai’s mouth curved. He gave her ass a firm open-handed smack that echoed off the gym walls, loud enough that two other climbers glanced over. Selena gasped, then moaned under her breath when his palm stayed, kneading the flesh he had just marked. “Climb,” he ordered.

She started up the route, body moving with liquid grace, those skimpy shorts riding higher with every reach until the lower curves of her cheeks were fully exposed. Nikolai belayed, rope sliding through the device in his big hands, eyes never leaving her body. When she locked off on a steep overhang he called up, “Drop your hips. Present for me.”

Selena obeyed instantly, arching her back so her ass pushed out, legs spreading wider on the footholds. The fabric of her shorts stretched taut across her pussy; Malik could see the faint wet spot darkening the gray. Nikolai reeled in slack slowly, deliberately, the motion making the rope tug at her harness in rhythmic pulses right against her clit. She whimpered—loud enough to carry—and hung there for a long second, thighs trembling.

“That’s it,” Nikolai said, loud enough for Malik to hear every word. “Feel how I hold you. Every little shift, I own it. You’re dripping down there already, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Selena breathed, forehead pressed to the wall. “Fuck, yes.”

Malik’s hands clenched into fists. He wanted to look away and couldn’t. His wife’s cunt was visibly soaked now, the shorts clinging, and Nikolai was watching it like he had every right. When Selena finally dynoed for the next hold and missed, she peeled off with a soft cry. Nikolai caught her smoothly, lowering her body until she was suspended right in front of him, harness still cinched tight, legs dangling. He didn’t set her down immediately. Instead he pulled her in close, one arm banded around her waist so her tits mashed against his chest, the other hand openly cupping her ass, fingers digging into the bare lower swell where the shorts had ridden up.

“Soft landing,” he murmured against her ear, loud enough. “Feel how hard I am for you already.” He rolled his hips once, blatant, letting her feel the thick ridge of his cock through his shorts. Selena’s eyes fluttered shut; a full-body shiver ran through her. Malik saw the exact second she ground back against it, shameless.

“Nikolai—” she whispered.

“Later,” he said, finally setting her on her feet but keeping one hand low on her back, fingers hooked in the waistband of those slutty shorts. “Again. Higher this time. I want to watch that pretty cunt flex while you climb for me.”

They reset. Selena chalked up with shaking hands, nipples still diamond-hard, the wet patch on her shorts darker. Malik forced himself to take the rope for the next burn even though his own dick was half-hard and leaking. He belayed poorly, distracted by the way Nikolai stood right behind Selena at the base, hands on her hips again, coaching her start position by guiding her into a deep squat that forced her ass back against him. One of Nikolai’s thick thighs slid between hers; he adjusted her stance by grinding upward, the motion filthy and public.

“Open wider,” Nikolai instructed, voice pure filth. “I need to see everything when you move. Malik’s watching too—show your husband how wet my climber gets.”

Selena’s moan was open this time. She spread her knees, shorts stretching obscenely, and Malik saw the outline of her puffy outer lips clearly. A thin string of her juice actually stretched when she shifted. Nikolai chuckled low and reached around, openly adjusting the crotch of her harness so the padded strap sat tighter, nestled right between those lips. His knuckles dragged slow over her clit through the fabric. Selena’s hips jerked.

“Jesus Christ,” Malik heard himself say, voice hoarse.

Nikolai finally looked at him, dark eyes amused and predatory. “Problem, Malik? Your wife likes being handled. She’s been getting wetter for me every session for months. You notice how she dresses now? All for me. Those tits bouncing, that fat ass begging to be gripped while I belay her. She told me last week she starts touching herself the second she gets in the car after our sessions. Isn’t that right, Selena?”

Selena’s face was scarlet but her eyes were glassy with lust. “Yes. I do. I finger myself thinking about your hands. About how big you feel when you press against me.”

Malik’s stomach dropped even as his cock throbbed painfully. The gym noise faded; all he could hear was his wife’s confession and the wet sound of Nikolai’s fingers still casually stroking the soaked crotch of her shorts.

“Good girl,” Nikolai praised, giving her pussy one last slow rub before stepping back. “Up you go. Make it pretty for us.”

Selena climbed again, movements more exaggerated now, hips rolling, back arched, every reach designed to display. When she locked off near the top she looked down—not at Malik, at Nikolai—and slowly, deliberately, rubbed her thighs together so the wet fabric glistened under the lights. Nikolai took his time lowering her, letting the rope slide inch by inch while he talked.

“Next session I’m putting you on the auto-belay so my hands are free. Going to run them all over you while you hang there. Cup those heavy tits. Spread that soaked cunt open so Malik can see exactly what he’s sharing. You want that?”

“I want it,” Selena panted as her feet touched down. She didn’t step away. She leaned back into Nikolai’s chest, letting him wrap both arms around her from behind, one hand blatantly covering a breast, thumb circling the stiff nipple through the tank, the other diving straight between her legs to palm her whole pussy. Malik stood frozen three feet away, rope still in his useless hands, watching his wife melt and moan while another man openly groped her in the middle of the climbing gym.

Nikolai’s fingers worked slow circles, pressing the soaked shorts into her slit. “She’s throbbing, Malik. So fucking ready. Been edging her for weeks with these little touches. Tonight she goes home dripping and desperate, doesn’t she?” He nipped Selena’s ear. “Tell your husband what you’re going to do when you get in the car.”

Selena’s voice cracked with need. “I’m going to pull my shorts aside and finger-fuck myself while you watch me through the window. Then I’m going to make Malik smell my fingers the whole drive home. And I’m going to tell him exactly how much bigger your cock felt against my ass today.”

Nikolai laughed darkly and gave her clit a firm pinch through the fabric that made her cry out. He finally released her, but not before delivering another hard spank to her ass that left a red handprint. “Go clean up. Wear the pink ones next time—the ones that show your nipples when you’re cold. And Malik?” He stepped close enough that Malik had to tilt his head back. “Keep watching. I like an audience while I claim what’s mine to play with.”

Selena took Malik’s hand, fingers sticky with chalk and her own juices, and led him toward the locker rooms. Her walk was unsteady, thighs slick, the wet spot on her shorts unmistakable. Behind them Nikolai was already racking the rope, glancing over with that same knowing smirk, already planning the next round of public manhandling. Malik’s heart hammered. The tension sat thick and electric between all three of them, unfinished, filthy, and growing.

Selena’s sticky fingers stayed laced with Malik’s as she pulled him into the women’s locker room without a word. The door hadn’t even clicked shut before she shoved him back against the cool tile, yanked her soaked shorts down just enough to free one bare ass cheek, and jammed his hand between her thighs. “Feel that,” she hissed, grinding her slick folds against his palm. “That’s all him. He’s had me dripping for hours and I still haven’t come.” Her free hand jerked Malik’s waistband down, freeing his half-hard cock; she stroked it roughly while staring at the door like she expected Nikolai to walk through it. “I texted him while you were racking. He’s locking up. Private session starts in twenty minutes. Just us three.”

Malik’s stomach flipped even as his dick thickened in her grip. He wanted to protest, to drag her home, but the wet heat coating his fingers and the filthy promise in her eyes kept him silent. Selena cleaned up just enough to pull the pink sports bra and matching cheeky shorts from her bag—the ones Nikolai had ordered. Nipples already poked through the thin fabric the second the air conditioning hit them. She didn’t bother with panties. “You’re staying,” she said, voice low and certain. “I need you to watch.”

The gym lights were half-dimmed when they stepped back onto the mats. Nikolai waited by the auto-belay station, rope already clipped, chalk dust still streaking his forearms. He had changed into black shorts that did nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock. Selena walked straight to him. No greeting. She turned, presented her ass, and let him cinch a fresh harness around her hips himself. His thick fingers lingered, tugging the leg loops high so the padded strap nestled directly against her bare cunt. Malik watched from three feet away, cock already leaking a clear bead down his thigh.

They climbed in near silence at first—Selena moving like she was fucking the wall, Nikolai belaying with one hand while the other occasionally reached up to adjust her hips or cup a swinging tit through the pink bra. Every time she dropped, he caught her body against his, rolling that thick ridge along the cleft of her ass before setting her down. After the fourth burn she stayed plastered to his chest, breathing hard, shorts visibly darkened again.

Nikolai looked past her shoulder straight at Malik. “Closing time. Everyone else is gone. Your call now, Malik. You can walk out that door and wonder all night what I’m doing to your wife… or you can stay right there and watch me claim her.” His voice was calm, almost casual, but the hand that slid under Selena’s bra and openly squeezed her bare breast made the words land like a brand. “I’m done edging. She’s mine tonight if she wants it. Decide.”

Selena twisted in his arms until her back was flush to his front, ass nestled firmly against the fat bulge straining his shorts. She locked eyes with Malik—cheeks flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide with lust. “Baby… I’ve been craving this. His strength. The way he just… takes control of every single hold, every single inch of me. I touch myself after every session thinking about how easily he could pin me, how much bigger and harder he feels than you. I want him to fuck me while you watch. I want him to use me like he owns the route and I’m just the wall he climbs.” Her voice dripped raw hunger. She rolled her hips deliberately, grinding that full ass back against Nikolai’s cock so the thick shaft nestled between her cheeks. “Please. Give me permission. Let him take me.”

Nikolai’s free hand shoved the pink sports bra up over her tits, freeing them to the cool air. He groped both heavy mounds openly—thumbs scraping across her stiff nipples, fingers digging deep enough to leave white marks—while he kept rolling his hips, letting her feel every ridge and vein through the thin fabric of their shorts. “She’s soaked through already,” he murmured against her ear, loud enough for Malik. “Pussy’s throbbing against the harness strap. Tell him how bad you need it, Selena.”

“I need his cock splitting me open,” she moaned, never breaking eye contact with her husband. “I need him to stretch me where you can’t. I need you to stay and see exactly how wet and ruined I get for a real man. Please, Malik—nod. Say yes. Let him claim what’s already his.”

Malik’s pulse hammered in his ears. Shame burned up his neck and across his face, but his cock stood rigid, leaking steadily down the front of his shorts. Every filthy word, every filthy grind of her ass against that superior bulge, every blatant grope of her tits pushed him higher. He could smell her—sweet, ripe cunt and chalk and need. He could see the wet spot spreading wider between her thighs. He could feel his own humiliation twisting into something darker, hotter, inevitable. His throat worked. Finally, defeated, he gave one short, sharp nod.

Nikolai’s mouth curved into a dark smile. He didn’t wait. He spun Selena to face the wall, yanked the auto-belay rope down, and clipped it to her harness so she hung half-suspended, feet barely touching the mat, ass popped out. One big hand stayed on her tit, kneading roughly; the other shoved her shorts down to mid-thigh so her bare, glistening pussy was on full display. “Look at your husband’s face while I do this,” he ordered her. Then he freed his cock—thick, veined, already dripping—and dragged the heavy head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. “Feel that, Malik? That’s the cock that’s about to own her. She’s dripping down my balls already.”

Selena whimpered, eyes still locked on Malik, and pushed back greedily. “Yes—fuck, yes, put it in. Let him see.” Nikolai notched the fat head at her entrance and sank in with one slow, relentless thrust, stretching her open until her pussy lips clung white around his shaft. Selena’s moan cracked into a broken cry. “So big—Malik, he’s so fucking big inside me—”

Malik stood frozen, fists clenched, cock twitching helplessly as he watched that thick length disappear into his wife inch by inch. Nikolai bottomed out, hips flush to her ass, and held there, grinding deep so Selena could feel every pulse. “Tight little married cunt,” he growled. “Been waiting months to wreck this. You’re going to take every stroke while he watches. Tell him thank you for the permission.”

“Thank you,” Selena gasped, voice ruined with lust. “Thank you for letting him claim me. Fuck me, Nikolai—use me hard. Make him see how much better you fill me.”

Nikolai started thrusting—long, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce in his grip and her wet sounds echo off the empty gym walls. Each time he pulled back, Malik saw his wife’s cream streaking that fat cock; each time he slammed home, her ass rippled and she cried out. He reached around, two thick fingers finding her clit, rubbing filthy circles while he fucked her open. “She’s clenching already. Going to cream all over me in front of you. Keep watching, Malik. This is what she needs. This is what she begs for when you’re not around.”

Selena’s thighs shook. She kept staring at her husband even as her eyes went glassy, even as Nikolai’s cock stretched her wider with every brutal snap of his hips. “He’s hitting spots you never reach—oh fuck, right there—don’t stop, claim me, fill me—” Her words dissolved into broken moans as Nikolai picked up speed, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the space. Malik’s own cock ached so hard it hurt; a steady string of precome dripped to the mat. He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t speak. Could only stand there in defeated arousal while another man thoroughly used his wife’s body right in front of him.

Nikolai pulled almost all the way out, then slammed deep again, holding her suspended and impaled. “Not done yet. Not even close. She’s going to take me in every hole before sunrise, and you’re going to stay and hold her open when I want you to.” He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her yelp, then dropped his voice to a filthy promise. “Next I want her on her knees sucking me clean while you watch. Then I’m bending her over the crash pad and breeding this greedy cunt until she can’t walk straight. You still in, Malik? Or you walking out now that you’ve seen how eagerly she spreads for me?”

Selena moaned her answer before Malik could find words, grinding back onto the cock still buried inside her. “He’s staying. He nodded. He’s mine to humiliate and yours to fuck. Don’t you dare pull out—keep claiming me. Make it filthy. Make him hear every wet sound.” Her eyes never left her husband’s face as Nikolai resumed thrusting, slower now, deeper, making sure every inch was displayed. The tension coiled tighter, unfinished, the night barely begun, Malik’s humiliated cock still leaking while his wife’s pussy stretched obscenely around another man’s thick shaft and begged for more.

Nikolai pulled free with a wet pop that left Selena’s stretched cunt gaping and dripping down her thighs. She hung there for a second, harness still clipped, pink shorts tangled at mid-thigh, tits bare and heaving. Then he unclipped her, spun her around, and shoved her down. “Knees. Now. Clean me.”

Selena dropped instantly, the crash pads thudding under her knees. Her eyes locked on Malik’s as she opened wide and took that massive, cream-slicked cock straight to the back of her throat. She gagged hard, spit flooding out around the thick shaft, but she pushed deeper, nose crushing against Nikolai’s chalk-dusted abs. Her lips stretched obscenely. She sucked sloppy and loud, spit strings swinging, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling the underside while she stared straight at her husband. Malik’s smaller cock twitched uselessly in his shorts, leaking another thick bead.

“Fuck, look at her,” Nikolai growled, fist in her hair, fucking her face with short brutal pumps. “Married throat taking every inch. Your wife’s a goddamn cock sleeve.” Selena moaned around him, eyes watering, never breaking eye contact with Malik. She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “He’s so much thicker than you, baby—fills my mouth completely. Yours barely stretches my lips.” Then she plunged back down, gagging wetly, spit coating her chin and dripping onto her bare tits.

Nikolai held her there until her throat convulsed around him, then yanked her up by the hair. He spun her, bent her hard over the nearest stack of climbing mats, and kicked her legs wide. Shorts still half-down, harness dangling loose, she presented that soaked, swollen pussy. He slammed back in with one vicious thrust that made her scream. Standing doggy, hips pistoning, he pounded her without mercy—long, brutal strokes that slapped wet and loud, her ass rippling, cream frothing around his shaft.

“Bigger—fuck, so much bigger!” Selena howled, fingers clawing the mats, staring back at Malik over her shoulder. “He stretches me open like you never could. Your little dick just teases, baby—this cock wrecks me. Pounds spots you don’t even know exist. Listen to how wet I am for him!” Every thrust punched another gush of juice down her thighs. Nikolai gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming balls-deep, grinding against her cervix. “Tell him how much better I fuck this cunt.”

“Better—god, so much better!” she sobbed, voice raw. “Your cock is nothing compared to this. He’s thicker, longer, harder—ruins me for you. I’m dripping down to my fucking ankles because a real man finally claimed what’s yours.” Malik stood frozen three feet away, face burning, smaller dick painfully hard and ignored. Nikolai reached under, two fingers mauling her clit while he railed her, and Selena shattered. She came hard, squirting in a sudden hot spray that soaked the mats and Nikolai’s thighs. “Fuck—I’m coming on his big cock—watching you watch me—”

He didn’t slow. He hauled her upright, arms locking under her knees in a full nelson carry, lifting her entire body off the ground like she weighed nothing. Her legs spread wide, cunt fully exposed and dripping, and he dropped her straight down onto his cock. Gravity did the rest. She sank to the root with a broken wail, impaled completely, toes dangling. Nikolai bounced her on that massive shaft, fucking up into her with powerful thrusts while her tits slapped her own chest and her arms were locked helpless behind her head.

“Look at your husband while I breed this married hole,” he snarled against her ear. Selena’s eyes locked on Malik again, glassy and ruined, mouth open in continuous moans. Juice poured out of her with every bounce, squirting in rhythmic pulses every time the fat head battered her deepest spots. “Compare us. Degrade that tiny dick. Tell him exactly why you’re mine now.”

“His cock is half the size—less than half!” she cried, voice cracking as another squirt sprayed across the mats. “Yours is soft and small and it never makes me gush like this. Nikolai’s dick is a fucking monster—stretches my pussy so wide I can feel every vein. You’re nothing, Malik. Just a little cuck watching a real man destroy what’s yours. My cunt was made for this thick cock, not your pathetic pinprick. He’s owning me—railing my dripping married cunt while you stand there leaking from that useless little dick!”

Nikolai pounded harder, full-nelson carrying her like a fucktoy, legs spread obscenely wide so Malik could see everything—the way her pussy lips clung white and stretched, the cream coating Nikolai’s balls, the continuous gush of fresh squirt every few thrusts. Selena came again, then again, body convulsing, squirting in long arcs that splattered the floor between them. “I’m squirting on him—again—fuck—because he fills me completely and you never could. Your small dick is a joke, baby. This is what I need. This huge cock claiming every inch.”

Sweat poured down Nikolai’s chest. He fucked her through three more squirting orgasms, forcing the filthy comparisons out of her the entire time. “He’s bigger. Better. Harder. Deeper. You’re smaller in every way. Your cock is soft little nothing—mine is the one stretching me open and making me squirt like a fucking fountain. Watch him ruin me. Watch him own this cunt.”

Finally Nikolai roared, slamming her down to the root and holding. His cock pulsed hard, flooding her womb with massive ropes of cum. Thick hot spurts pumped deep, overflowing immediately around his shaft in creamy white rivers that poured down her ass and thighs. Selena sobbed through it, still locked in the full nelson, legs wide, staring at Malik while her husband’s rival bred her right in front of him. “He’s cumming inside me—so much—flooding my womb—your wife’s full of another man’s load—”

Nikolai kept her impaled, grinding deep so every drop stayed packed in her cervix, overflow dripping in long sticky strings onto the soaked mats. Selena’s cunt clenched and milked him, still twitching from the last squirt. Malik’s smaller cock throbbed untouched, a puddle of his own precome under him. Nikolai finally lowered her feet to the floor but stayed buried, one arm still banded under her tits, the other hand spreading her pussy lips so Malik could see the creampie leaking out around that thick shaft.

“Not finished,” Nikolai murmured, voice dark and already hardening again inside her. He looked straight at Malik over Selena’s shoulder. “She’s taking another load before we leave. And this time you’re going to hold her legs open while I do it. On your knees, cuck. Right here. Hands on her thighs.” Selena moaned low, pushing back onto the cock still throbbing inside her freshly flooded cunt, eyes locked on her husband with pure filthy hunger. The night was nowhere near over.

Nikolai’s cock stayed buried to the root, still thick and pulsing inside the creampie he’d already pumped deep. Selena’s cunt fluttered around him, milked weakly, overflow already sliding in slow white rivulets down the insides of her thighs. Malik’s knees hit the crash pad with a dull thud. Shame burned hotter than the chalk dust in his throat, yet his smaller cock jutted stiff and leaking, ignored. He reached up with both hands, fingers digging into the soft give of Selena’s inner thighs, and pulled them wider. The motion split her open further around Nikolai’s shaft; Malik watched the stretched pink rim cling and quiver, watched another thick bead of rival cum spill out over the fat base.

“That’s it, cuck,” Nikolai growled. “Hold your wife open so I can breed her properly this time.” He drew his hips back until just the swollen head remained inside her flooded entrance, then slammed home hard enough that Selena’s breath punched out in a raw cry. Malik felt the jolt travel through her flesh into his palms. Juice and cum splattered his wrists. Nikolai set a merciless rhythm—long, deep strokes that dragged every inch out and buried it again, balls slapping wetly against the mess already coating her. Selena’s arms were still locked behind her head from the earlier full nelson; she hung limp and used, tits bouncing hard with every thrust, eyes locked on Malik’s face while another man’s cock rearranged her guts.

“Look at him holding me,” she moaned, voice ruined. “My husband spreading my cunt so you can ruin it worse. Fuck, Nikolai—you’re so deep I can feel you in my stomach. His little dick never reached here. Never stretched me like this. Never flooded me until I drip down my fucking legs.” Each word punched out on a thrust. Malik’s fingers dug harder into her thighs, keeping her wide, forcing himself to watch the way her pussy lips turned white and thin around the invading girth. Interior heat coiled in his gut—humiliation so sharp it almost felt like pleasure, his cock twitching uselessly every time Nikolai bottomed out and another gush of mixed fluids splashed across Malik’s forearms.

Nikolai fucked her through it without mercy. He reached around, two thick fingers finding her swollen clit and mauling it in rough circles while his cock pistoned. Selena shattered again, squirting in a hard spray that arced over Malik’s hands and soaked the front of his shorts. “Coming on him—again—while you hold me open—fuck!” Her cunt clamped viciously; more of Nikolai’s first load pushed out around the shaft in creamy pulses. Nikolai only laughed, dark and low, and kept railing her. “Good girl. Milk me. I’m putting another load right on top of the first. Going to pack this married womb so full it leaks for days. Your cuck’s going to smell it every time you sit down.”

Selena’s head lolled back against Nikolai’s shoulder. “Do it. Breed me again. Make him watch every spurt. My cunt belongs to this thick cock now—not his soft little nothing.” Malik’s face burned. He could feel the heat pouring off her stretched hole, could smell the thick musk of sex and chalk and another man’s seed. His own precome dripped in a steady string onto the mat between his knees. He held her open anyway, thumbs spreading her outer lips wider so nothing hid the brutal stretch.

Nikolai’s pace turned savage. Hips cracked against her ass, the wet slap echoing off the empty gym walls. Sweat ran down his chest and dripped onto her bare tits. Selena babbled filth the entire time—how much bigger he was, how her pussy had never gaped like this for Malik, how she wanted to feel that second load flood her cervix and overflow down her husband’s wrists. Nikolai roared when he came. He buried himself to the hilt and held, cock pulsing hard, dumping thick rope after thick rope straight into her already flooded cunt. Selena sobbed through it, cunt milking greedily, fresh cum forcing the earlier load out in heavy white rivers that poured over Malik’s fingers and down onto the pads.

Nikolai stayed buried a long moment, grinding deep so every drop packed tight against her womb. Then he pulled out slowly. The fat head popped free with a filthy wet sound. Selena’s pussy stayed open—gaping, ruined, a dark pink tunnel still twitching, thick cum pouring out in steady streams. Nikolai’s hand fisted in her hair and turned her face toward him. “Push it out,” he ordered. “All of it. Onto his face. I want your husband wearing my cum while you thank me properly.”

Selena didn’t hesitate. Malik was still on his knees between her spread thighs, still holding her open. She bore down hard. The thick load of cum surged from her stretched, gaping pussy in a heavy, creamy flood—ropes and clots and thin milky rivulets that splattered straight across Malik’s cheeks, his mouth, his chin. It ran hot down his neck, soaked into his shirt collar, dripped from his jaw onto his own ignored cock. The scent hit him full force—salty, musky, unmistakably another man’s seed fresh from his wife’s cunt. Selena kept pushing until the last thick globs slid free and smeared across his nose and lips. Only then did she lean back into Nikolai, turn her head, and crush her mouth to his in a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues tangled wet and loud. She moaned into it while more cum dripped from her open pussy onto Malik’s upturned face.

When she finally broke the kiss she looked down at her husband, eyes glassy with satisfaction, lips swollen and shiny. Cum still leaked slowly from her ruined hole. “This is only the beginning, baby,” she told him, voice soft and filthy and absolute. “My new arrangement with Nikolai. Private lessons whenever he wants. He’s going to stretch this cunt every week while you watch and hold me open and wear whatever he leaves inside me. You’re mine to humiliate and he’s mine to fuck. Get used to the taste.”

Nikolai smirked over her shoulder, already pulling his phone from the discarded shorts on the mat. One thick thumb tapped the screen. “Next Thursday. Same time. After hours. Bring the pink harness again—and your cuck.” He locked the phone, tossed it aside, and gave Selena’s ass one final possessive squeeze. Cum still coated Malik’s face in thick streaks and drips. He sat there on his knees, covered in another man’s seed, smaller cock still hard and leaking into the mess, utterly owned.

The gym lights hummed. Somewhere a vent clicked off. Outside the street was quiet. Inside, the three of them stayed exactly where they were—Selena leaning back against the man who had just claimed her, Nikolai’s hand still cupped possessively around her dripping cunt, Malik kneeling in the wet proof of it all. No one spoke. The silence settled heavy and complete.