Chapter 2: Building Tension
Natasha followed, her heart pounding in her chest as she lowered herself into the warm water. She felt the heat envelop her, the bubbles tickling her skin through the thin fabric of her bikini.
Wesley handed her a glass of wine, his fingers brushing against hers as she took it. She felt a jolt of electricity at his touch, her senses heightened by the intimacy of the situation.
As they settled into the hot tub, Ella took a sip of her wine and turned to Natasha, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, Natasha, tell us about Greg. How is he in bed?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Natasha felt her cheeks flush at the question, the wine making her feel both bold and vulnerable. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
Ella noticed her discomfort and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We're just having a bit of fun. Wes and I have a great sex life, you know. He can do things to me that nobody else ever has." She leaned back against Wesley, who wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her thighs. "Isn't that right, darling?" she asked, looking up at him with a playful grin.
Wesley chuckled, his eyes never leaving Natasha. "Indeed, it is," he said, his voice deep and husky. "Ella has a way of bringing out the best in me." He took a sip of his wine, his gaze intensifying as he looked at Natasha. "But enough about us. I want to know more about you, Natasha. What makes you tick?
What makes you scream?" Wesley's eyes were like lasers, drilling into Natasha, making her feel both exposed and exhilarated. Ella's blunt question had taken her by surprise, and she found herself scrambling for a response.
"Well, I—I've only been with Greg," Natasha admitted, her cheeks flushing pink as she took a sip of her wine. "We've been together since high school, so... I don't have much to compare it to."
Wesley's eyebrows shot up, and he exchanged a knowing look with Ella. "Really?" he said, his voice laced with intrigue. "And how is that working out for you?"
Natasha felt a pang of uncertainty, her mind racing with thoughts of Greg and the monotony of their sex life. "It's...
it's been fine," Natasha stammered, her cheeks flushing pink as she took a sip of her wine. Ella burst out laughing, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Only one man, Natasha? Really? I thought you were more... adventurous than that." She set her glass down on the edge of the hot tub, her laughter subsiding into a low, sultry chuckle. "You're missing out, sweetheart. Trust me, there's so much more to explore."
Natasha felt a mix of embarrassment and intrigue at Ella's reaction. She had always known that her relationship with Greg was far from perfect, but hearing it confirmed from someone else was both humbling and liberating.
Wesley's eyes gleamed with interest, his fingers tracing the edge of his wine glass as he watched Natasha's expression.
"Is he at least big, Ella asked, laughing. "Natasha, how big is Greg?"
Natasha felt her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, the warmth of the hot tub doing little to hide her embarrassment. "I'm not sure," she stammered, averting her gaze. "I guess he's about five inches?" "Five inches, really?
Wesley, did you hear that? Our little Natasha here has been settling for five inches."
Wesley chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down Natasha's spine. "Well, Ella, I must say, I'm a bit more... substantial than that," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
Ella's eyes gleamed with mischief as she held her hands together in a circle, the distance between them showing just how much bigger Wesley was than Greg. Natasha gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" she stammered, her mind struggling to wrap around the idea. Ella just laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, sweetheart, I wish I was. Wesley here is a whole different ball game. His cock is like a soda can—big, thick, and ready to burst."
Natasha felt her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, the heat of her embarrassment matching the warmth of the hot tub. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How was she supposed to respond to that? Wesley just grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her.
Ella, sensing Natasha's discomfort, decided to take things a step further. "So, Natasha," she said, her voice low and sultry, "would you like to see a real cock? A real, big, thick cock?"
Natasha's eyes widened in shock at Ella's blunt question. She felt a wave of heat rush through her body, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had never heard a woman speak so openly and confidently about sex before, and it was both thrilling and intimidating.
Wesley chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement and anticipation. "Ella, you're scaring the poor girl," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Ella just smiled, her eyes never leaving Natasha. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to startle you.
But you seem curious, and I know Wesley loves showing off his cock." Ella leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure you don't want to see it?"
Natasha's heart was pounding in her chest. The wine had gone to her head, and she was feeling a mix of vulnerability and excitement. She looked at Wesley, his cocky grin telling her that he was more than willing to put on a show. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto his, and nodded.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ella stood Wesley up, her hands firm on his shoulders as she tugged down his swimsuit. Natasha's eyes widened in shock as a monstrous 12-inch cock flopped out, flaccid but already beginning to stir. She openly gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. The sight of Wesley's enormous member sent a rush of heat through her, a mix of shock and arousal that left her trembling. She couldn't tear her eyes away, her gaze fixed on the thick, veiny shaft that seemed to grow larger by the second. Wesley chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. "Like what you see, Natasha?" he murmured, his voice deep and sultry. He reached down, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock, and gave it a slow stroke.
Natasha's eyes widened even further as she watched him, her breath coming in quick gasps. Ella, seeing the effect Wesley's cock was having on Natasha, moved over to her in the hot tub, her eyes never leaving the massive shaft in front of them. She placed her hand over Natasha's, guiding it towards Wesley, encouraging her to touch him. Natasha hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between Ella's and Wesley's, before she finally let her hand be guided to his cock. She felt a jolt of electricity as she touched him, his skin hot and smooth under her fingertips. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tentatively wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. Wesley groaned, his cock twitching in her hand as she stroked it, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
Ella, noticing Natasha's wide-eyed amazement, leaned forward and took Wesley's cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. She moaned softly, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through him. As she began to slowly suck him, she turned to Natasha, her eyes sparkling with mischief, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Natasha's eyes widened even further, shock and arousal coursing through her veins as she watched Ella take Wesley into her mouth. The sight was both thrilling and intimidating, a mix of emotions she had never experienced before.
"Come on, sweetheart," Ella said, her voice muffled by Wesley's cock. "Don't just watch.
Come here, sweetheart," Ella whispered, her voice thick with desire as she released Wesley's cock with a sharp pop. Natasha's eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before her, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She felt a mix of shock and arousal as she watched Ella guide her head towards Wesley's massive cock. Her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tentatively reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft.
Ella's hands were firm but gentle on Natasha's head, guiding her closer, her voice a sultry whisper in her ear. "Come on, sweetheart. Take him in your mouth. You know you want to." Natasha hesitated for a moment, her eyes fluttering up to meet Wesley's intense gaze.
She felt a rush of nervous excitement as she lowered her head, her lips parting slightly. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue tentatively swirling around the sensitive head. Wesley let out a low groan, his hands fisting in her hair as he guided her gently, encouraging her to take more of him in. She could feel the heat of his cock on her lips, the taste of him already filling her senses. Ella watched, her eyes filled with lust and admiration, her hand reaching out to cup Natasha's breast through her bikini.
Natasha's initial shyness quickly gave way to a growing confidence as she began to explore Wesley's cock with her tongue. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, the sensation sending a rush of pleasure through her own body. She moaned softly, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through Wesley.
He began to move his hips slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth at a gentle pace. Natasha relaxed her jaw, allowing him to explore her depths, her hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft. Ella, seeing the opportunity, broke eye contact with Wesley and turned her attention to Natasha. She quickly unclasped the clasp of Natasha's bikini top, her fingers deftly unhooking the tiny piece of fabric. Natasha gasped as she felt the cool air hit her exposed breasts, but she didn't stop sucking Wesley's cock. Ella chuckled softly, her eyes roaming over Natasha's body appreciatively. "You have such beautiful tits, Natasha," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
She reached down, her fingers finding the ties of Natasha's bikini bottoms. With a deft tug, she untied them, the small piece of fabric falling away, leaving Natasha completely exposed. Natasha moaned around Wesley's fat cock in her mouth, the vibration sending another shockwave of pleasure through him.
Ella's fingers trailed down Natasha's stomach, her touch light and teasing. She found the sensitive bud between Natasha's legs, her fingers circling it slowly, gently massaging it. Natasha's hips bucked slightly, her breath coming in quick gasps as she tried to maintain her focus on Wesley's cock.
Ella's touch was electric, her fingers expertly rubbing Natasha's clit in slow, deliberate circles.
Natasha's breath came in ragged gasps, her mouth working Wesley's cock with renewed fervor. She could feel her pussy throbbing with desire, her body aching for more. Wesley watched, his eyes locked onto Ella's hand working Natasha's pussy. He groaned, his cock twitching in Natasha's mouth, precum coating her tongue.
"Fuck, Natasha," Wesley growled, "you're so fucking good at this. Your mouth feels incredible."
Ella smirked, her fingers working faster, her eyes never leaving Natasha's. "She's a natural, Wes.
Look at her. She's fucking your cock like a pro," Ella purred, her fingers buried deep inside Natasha's pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles.
Natasha's moans vibrated against Wesley's cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He watched, entranced, as Ella's fingers pistoned in and out of Natasha, her tits bouncing with each thrust. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
"Ella, fuck.
Watching you play with her is driving me crazy," Wesley groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Natasha's mouth worked his cock faster.
Ella's fingers slid in and out of Natasha, her thumb rubbing tight, fast circles around her clit. "You like what you see, Wes? You like watching me make her come?"
Wesley grunted, his cock swelling in Natasha's mouth. "Fuck yes. It's so hot. I want to see her come all over your hand. Then I want to fuck her, Ella.
I want to see her ride you while you play with her clit. I want to watch her tits bounce while she takes my cock. I want to feel her come around me.
Ella moaned, her fingers working faster inside Natasha, her thumb pressing harder on her clit. She looked up at Wesley, her eyes filled with lust. "That sounds fucking hot, Wes. But first, let's make her come. Let's make her scream."
Wesley groaned, his cock throbbing in Natasha's mouth. Make her come, baby.
Make that pussy come for me. Ella's voice was husky and demanding, her fingers working Natasha's clit with expert precision. Natasha's moans grew louder, her body writhing in the water as she felt the wave of pleasure building inside her. She could feel every nerve ending on fire, her body on the brink of exploding.
Wesley's cock was rock hard in her mouth, his hips moving faster now, fucking her face with rough, deep thrusts. He groaned, his hands gripping her hair tighter, his cock swelling even more with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take it all.
Take every fucking inch of it," Ella commanded, her fingers working Natasha's clit in fast, tight circles. Natasha tried to obey, but Wesley's cock was too thick, too long. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, tears stinging her eyes. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. The pleasure-pain was too intense, too addictive. She wanted more. She needed more. "Fuck, you're so goddamn sexy when you gag on my cock," Wesley groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding her throat with more force.
Natasha felt her pussy clench as Ella's fingers worked her clit like a fucking pro, the pressure building inside her like a tidal wave. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, every muscle in her body tightening as the orgasm washed over her. She screamed around Wesley's cock, her voice muffled by the thick shaft in her mouth. Wesley felt her body convulse, her tight throat milking his cock like a goddamn vice. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud groan, he pulled out of Natasha's mouth, his cock twitching as he came, ropes of thick cum spurting out and landing on Natasha's face and tits. She screamed again, her body still writhing in ecstasy as she felt the warm splashes of cum hit her skin.
Natasha opened her eyes to see Wesley's cock just inches from her face, pulsing and twitching as he came. She watched, mesmerized, as the last drops of cum dripped from the tip of his cock onto her tits.
Wesley slid his softening cock back into her mouth, and she eagerly cleaned him, her tongue swirling around his shaft, savoring the taste of him. He slid out of her throat with a plop, and got out of the hot tub, his cock still glistening with their mixed juices.
Natasha stayed in the water, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked down at her body. Her tits were covered in his cum, her nipples still hard and sensitive. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she realized what they had just done. She had gotten out of the hot tub and stood up, her body glistening with sweat and their combined fluids.
What had she done? she thought to herself, her brain still foggy from the wine and the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She had just sucked another man's dick an hour after meeting him, and she had loved every second of it.
She turned to face Wesley, who was grinning at her, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. "Fuck, Natasha," he said, his voice low and husky. "That was incredible.
You're incredible, Natasha," Wesley said, his voice husky with desire. He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out to grasp her ass, squeezing it firmly and pulling her towards him. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled back to look into her eyes.
Natasha gasped at the sudden intimacy, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasm. She could feel the heat of Wesley's body pressing against hers, his hands gripping her ass, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and slightly dazed, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. She could feel his cock, still semi-hard, pressing against her stomach, the evidence of their encounter still glistening on her skin.
He reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She could taste herself on him, the remnants of his cum mingling with the taste of wine and sweat.
His fingers explored her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, before finally cupping her ass again, pulling her closer to him. She could feel his cock growing hard again, pressing insistently against her. He broke the kiss, his lips moving down her neck, biting gently, sucking on the tender flesh, his hands holding her in place.
"How do you feel about me giving you a real fuck now, hmm?" he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
Natasha gasped, her body tingling with a mix of shock and arousal. Her mind raced, trying to process his words, the wine making her bold and reckless. "I—I don't know," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. "I've never—I've only been with Greg."
Wesley pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "Don't think about Greg now, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and sultry. "This is about you and me. About what you want, what you need."
Ella, who had been watching them intently, stepped closer, her eyes filled with desire.
"Don't overthink it, Natasha," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. "Just feel what your body wants. You've already taken his cock in your mouth, felt him come all over you. Why not take it all the way?"
Natasha's heart was pounding in her chest, her body still tingling from the intensity of her first orgasm. She looked down at Wesley's cock, now rock hard again, throbbing in her hand. She could feel the heat of it, the weight of it, and a primal part of her, deep inside, yearned to feel it deep within her. She bit her lip, her eyes flicking between Wesley's intense gaze and Ella's encouraging smile.
Wesley reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her swollen lips.
But before she could respond, her phone suddenly rang, the shrill sound cutting through the heated moment like a knife. Natasha jumped, her heart pounding in her chest as she fumbled for her phone in her discarded bikini top. Wesley's brows furrowed in annoyance as he watched her, his body still taut with desire. Natasha's eyes darted to the screen, and she let out a gasp. It was Greg. She quickly answered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Greg? I—I can't really talk right now. I'm at Ella's house. I thought you were going to be out longer."
Greg's voice was clipped and irritated. "I got back early. I thought I'd surprise you. I'm on my way over now.