Gracie’s babysitting gig with the Smiths turned into a hot threesome the moment she decided to call out Mr. Smith on his lingering stares. His eyes had been tracing the curve of her ass all evening, a hungry heat she felt even through her thin cotton shorts. It was during the third round of “Go Fish” with their daughter Lily, safely tucked in bed upstairs, that Gracie decided to stop pretending.

“Mr. Smith,” she said, her voice dropping low as his wife, Elena, poured herself another glass of wine in the kitchen. “You’ve been looking at me like you want to fuck me all night.”

He froze, the cards in his hand forgotten. His gaze, previously sly and covert, now locked onto hers with raw, undeniable intensity. “And what if I do?” he replied, his voice a gravelly whisper.

Elena walked back into the living room, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood. She heard the tail end of the exchange, her eyes widening for a second before a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “Jack, you’re terrible,” she purred, but there was no reproach in her tone. Only a shared curiosity.

Gracie stood up, feeling the power of her own boldness surge through her. “I think you both want to fuck me,” she stated, looking from Jack to Elena. “And I want to fuck you both. Right now.”

The air in the room thickened, charged with a sudden, electric lust. Jack didn’t hesitate. He moved to her, his large hands cupping her face, his mouth descending on hers in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her, and Gracie moaned into it, her hands grabbing at the front of his shirt. Fuck, he tasted good. Elena watched, her own breath becoming shallow, before she stepped closer, her fingers threading through Gracie’s long hair.

“You’re so fucking brave, Gracie,” Elena whispered against her ear, her breath hot. “And so fucking beautiful.” She kissed Gracie’s neck, her lips soft, then her teeth sharp as she nipped the skin.

Jack’s hands were already on Gracie’s ass, squeezing the firm flesh through her shorts. “I’ve wanted to touch this ass since you walked in,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel it bare against my fucking hands.” He spun her gently, pulling her shorts and panties down in one swift, rough motion. The cool air hit her skin, then the heat of his palms covered her completely. He kneaded her cheeks, spreading them slightly, and Gracie gasped, pushing back against his hands.

“Elena,” Gracie breathed out, turning her head to see the woman’s flushed face. “Touch me too. Please.”

Elena’s hands joined the symphony. One slid up Gracie’s stomach, under her t-shirt, to cup a breast, her thumb rubbing over the nipple until it pebbled into a hard point. The other hand drifted lower, between Gracie’s legs from behind, fingers finding her wetness with an eager, exploring stroke. Gracie’s head fell back, a loud moan escaping her as two sets of hands worshipped her body.

“Let’s get you to the bedroom,” Jack said, his voice strained with need. “I want to fuck you properly.”

They moved, a feverish trio, into the master bedroom. The space was dominated by a large bed, and they fell onto it without ceremony. Jack was already pulling his own clothes off, his cock springing free, thick and hard and flushed. Gracie stared at it, her mouth watering. Elena, meanwhile, stripped gracefully, her body slender and elegant, her own desire evident in the quickness of her movements.

Gracie lay back on the pillows, naked now, her body open to them. Jack climbed over her, his cock nudging against her entrance. “Tell me how you want it, Gracie,” he commanded.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” she panted. “And I want Elena to kiss me while you do it. I want to feel both of you everywhere.”

Elena obeyed instantly, her body sliding alongside Gracie’s, her lips finding Gracie’s mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. As their tongues tangled, Jack pushed inside Gracie with one long, relentless thrust. Fuck. The stretch, the fullness, the sheer invasion of him was overwhelming. Gracie cried out into Elena’s mouth, her hips bucking to take him deeper.

Jack began a rhythm, powerful and driving, each thrust punching a gasp from Gracie’s lips. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for his pounding. “Your fucking pussy is so tight,” he groaned, his own pleasure evident in the strain of his voice. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

Elena’s kisses trailed down Gracie’s body now, her mouth finding a nipple, sucking hard, then licking. Her hand slid down Gracie’s stomach, fingers joining where Jack’s cock plunged in and out, rubbing Gracie’s clit in frantic circles. The dual stimulation was maddening, a crescendo of sensation building in Gracie’s core. She was being fucked, kissed, touched, all at once, by two people who wanted her as badly as she wanted them.

“Elena, I want to taste you too,” Gracie managed to say between thrusts.

With a hungry smile, Elena shifted, moving to straddle Gracie’s face, lowering her wet, smooth pussy onto Gracie’s waiting mouth. Gracie dove in, her tongue finding Elena’s center, licking and sucking with desperate hunger. The taste was sweet and musky, and the act of pleasuring Elena while being fucked by Jack sent Gracie’s arousal into a dizzying spiral.

Jack’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. “I can feel you getting tighter, Gracie,” he grunted. “You’re going to fucking cum for us.”

Elena was rocking against Gracie’s mouth, her own moans filling the room. “Yes, Gracie, make me cum with your fucking tongue,” she urged, her fingers digging into Gracie’s shoulders.

The pressure was unbearable, glorious. Jack’s cock pistoning inside her, Elena’s clit against her tongue, Elena’s fingers still working her own clit—it was too much, and yet exactly what she needed. Gracie’s body tightened, coiled, and then snapped. A orgasm tore through her, violent and all-consuming. She screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound of release, her body convulsing under their combined attention. Jack kept fucking her through it, driving her higher, until Elena too cried out, her body shaking as she found her own peak against Gracie’s mouth.

Jack finally slowed, his own breathing ragged. He pulled out, his cock glistening. But he wasn’t done. “Switch,” he said, his voice dark with intent. “Elena, I want to fuck you now. And Gracie, I want you to watch, and then I want your mouth on my cock.”