Suneden glowed under the late morning sun — bodies bronzed and bare under blue sky, laughter drifting through the trees, the soft rustle of leaves hiding all kinds of private sin.

Ben sat in a camp chair, sipping coffee, watching his wife and Maya stretch out towels on the grass. The breeze brushed over his chest and thighs, and despite the calm on his face, he was hard — constantly.

And it wasn’t by accident.

Maya had a plan. And Leah, now fully under her spell, was playing her part to perfection.

It started subtly: the two women lounging side by side, their bare skin touching constantly — legs intertwined, shoulders pressed, Leah resting her cheek on Maya’s thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Ben watched, his cock stirring every time Maya stroked Leah’s hair or ran lazy fingers up the inside of her arm.

It was sensual, intimate — but technically innocent.

Technically.

Then came the bolder moves.

At lunch, while standing by the picnic table, Leah leaned over to grab the cutlery. Maya stepped behind her, "helping" — her bare breasts pressed against Leah’s back, her hand casually grazing the curve of Leah’s ass.

Ben’s jaw twitched as he tried not to stare.

“Need a hand?” he offered.

“No, baby,” Leah smiled sweetly, glancing back at Maya. “We’ve got it handled.”

Maya’s eyes met his — cool, calm, knowing — and then she licked a bit of fruit juice off her finger in a slow, wet swirl.

Ben felt it in his balls.

Later, walking to the outdoor showers, Maya brushed her fingers across Ben’s cock — a featherlight stroke as she passed him — but didn’t even turn her head.

He flinched, breath catching. She hadn’t done it to start something.

She’d done it to leave him aching.

They lay on towels that afternoon, the three of them side by side.

Leah lay on her stomach, head resting on her arms.

Maya lay beside her, running idle fingers down Leah’s spine, making her twitch and purr.

Ben sat up between them, cock hard and proud in the open air.

He tried to shift, subtly — hoping for some attention. A touch. A glance.

Instead, Maya propped herself up and reached toward him — slowly — letting her hand rest on the inside of his thigh.

He exhaled sharply.

Then she traced her fingers upward, stopping just short of his shaft.

“Careful,” she whispered, her voice a blade wrapped in silk. “You’ll get too excited.”

He looked down at her, desperate. “Maybe that’s the point?”

She laughed — a soft, sultry sound — and turned back to Leah.

“You’re leaking,” she murmured to Leah, dipping her fingers gently between her thighs and bringing them to her mouth.

Ben watched in stunned silence as Maya sucked Leah’s taste from her fingers, moaning softly.

His cock pulsed, painfully hard.

“Should I give you two a minute?” he croaked, only half-joking.

Maya turned to him, her eyes dangerous and sweet. “Oh, darling… You’ll get your moment. Someday.”

Leah smirked at him, clearly emboldened, her black hair falling over one eye.

“I think I want to shower,” she said, her voice casual.

“I’ll join you,” Maya said immediately.

Ben stood up. “I could—”

Maya raised a hand. “No.”

It was gentle. But firm.

“You’ve been amazing today. Let us spoil each other a little.”

He stood there, helpless, as they walked away together — hips swaying, bare backs glowing in the golden light.

Inside the caravan, the door barely closed before Leah was pinned against it.

Maya kissed her hard, wild, hungry — tongue deep, hands everywhere, their bodies already slick with need.

“God, he’s so easy to edge,” Maya growled into Leah’s mouth.

Leah laughed, dizzy with lust. “I’ve never seen him so desperate.”

Maya dropped to her knees without warning, spreading Leah’s thighs, her tongue lashing into her like she’d waited hours — because she had.

Leah moaned loud, forgetting the windows, forgetting everything except Maya’s mouth.

She came fast, hard, bucking against her face, only to be pulled down and mounted by Maya seconds later — their pussies grinding together, slick, raw, overwhelming.

Maya rode her until they came together, tangled, trembling, soaked.

Outside, Ben stared at the caravan.

He could hear nothing. See nothing.

But he knew. And his cock throbbed harder than ever.

And still — no invitation.

No touch.

Only aching need.