Extreme Lending: A Friend’s Insatiable Craving 💋
Here are quick jumps: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
Chapter 1: Whispers on the Waves
The salty tang of the ocean clung to the air like a lover’s sweat, mingling with the faint coconut scent of sunscreen baked into sun-warmed skin. Sophia lounged on the deck of their rented beach villa, her blonde waves tousled by the breeze, falling over shoulders that glowed golden from days under the relentless tropical sun. At 38, her body was a masterpiece of yoga-sculpted curves—full breasts straining against a skimpy bikini top, hips that swayed like the tide itself. She sipped a chilled mango rum, watching Derek emerge from the surf.
Derek, her husband’s old college buddy, cut through the waves like a shark in pursuit. Forty-one, with sun-leathered skin stretched over broad shoulders and a chest etched by years of deep-sea diving. His dark hair dripped seawater, and those piercing green eyes locked on her as he toweled off, muscles flexing in the late afternoon light. Ethan, her husband of fifteen years, was inside fiddling with dive gear—42, lean and thoughtful, an engineer whose steady presence grounded her wilder impulses.
“Soph, you look like you’re plotting world domination out here,” Derek grinned, dropping onto the lounger beside her. His voice carried that gravelly edge from shouting over storm-tossed boats.
She laughed, a throaty sound that vibrated through her chest. “Just thinking how this trip’s been… extreme. Days of endless blue, nights that blur into dawn. Ethan’s loving it, but you? You’re in your element.”
He leaned closer, the heat radiating off his damp skin cutting through the humid air. “Speaking of elements… Ethan and I were talking last night. He said something wild. Said I could borrow anything of his. Anything.”
Sophia’s pulse quickened, a flutter low in her belly. She’d overheard snippets—Ethan’s casual bro-code, forged in dorm rooms and bar crawls. But Derek’s gaze burned now, tracing the valley between her breasts, down to where her bikini bottoms hugged her mound. “Borrow? Like his wetsuit again? Or…”
“Not the gear.” His hand brushed her thigh, casual yet electric, calluses rough from ropes and reels. “You. Just you, for a dive tomorrow. Private charter. No prying eyes. Extreme privacy, Soph.”
Her breath hitched. The idea slithered in like warm oil—taboo, thrilling. Ethan had always been open-minded, their sex life spiced with fantasies whispered in the dark. But this? Real flesh, not shadows. She glanced toward the villa’s open doors, hearing Ethan’s hammer taps. Guilt twisted with curiosity, her nipples tightening against the fabric.
“I’ll ask him,” she murmured, but her body betrayed her, thighs pressing together against the sudden slick ache.
Chapter 2: Depths of Temptation
Ethan looked up from the gear as Sophia stepped inside, her skin flushed like she’d been kissed by the sun too intimately. The villa smelled of polished teak and sea salt, fans whirring lazily overhead. “Hey, love. Derek giving you trouble?”
She hesitated, heart pounding like waves on coral. “He… wants to borrow me. For a dive trip. Tomorrow. Alone.”
Ethan set down the tank valve, his blue eyes sharpening. Not anger—intrigue, maybe arousal. He’d confessed once, after too much tequila, about watching her flirt at parties, the jealous heat it stirred. “Borrow you? That’s… bold. What do you think?”
“Extreme,” she whispered, the word hanging heavy. “But if it’s okay with you…” Her voice trailed, fingers twisting the hem of her sarong.
He crossed the room, cupping her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Sophia, you’re mine, but not owned. If this scratches an itch—for both of us—go. Just… tell me everything later. Every filthy detail.”
His kiss was fierce, tongue invading like a promise, hands gripping her ass hard enough to bruise. She melted, tasting salt and his familiar musk, her core clenching. When they parted, gasping, she nodded. “Okay.”
The next morning dawned muggy, the charter boat slicing through glassy waters ten miles offshore. Derek manned the helm, Sophia in a sleek wetsuit that hugged every extreme curve—her ass a perfect peach, breasts high and proud. They dove into turquoise depths, bubbles rising like secrets. Schools of fish darted past, coral fingers glowing neon. But tension simmered below the surface.
Surfacing, they clung to the ladder, wetsuits peeled to waists. Seawater streamed down Derek’s chiseled torso, droplets catching in the dark trail of hair leading to his tented shorts. “Fuck, Soph, you’re a goddess down there. That body… extreme temptation.”
She shivered, not from cold. “Show me, then.” Bold, reckless. He hauled her aboard, slamming her against the cabin wall. His mouth crashed onto hers, rough and demanding, beard stubble scraping her chin raw. Hands everywhere—yanking her suit down, freeing heavy tits that bounced free, nipples pebbled like barnacles.
“God, these,” he growled, sucking one peak deep, teeth grazing until she yelped. His fingers dove between her thighs, finding her heat soaked, parting slick folds. “Dripping for me. Ethan’s girl, all mine now.”
She clawed his back, tasting copper-salt blood under her nails. “Fuck me, Derek. Hard.”
Chapter 3: Extreme Surrender 🔥
The boat rocked with their frenzy, diesel fumes mixing with the musky reek of arousal. Derek shoved her onto the bench seat, ripping her bottoms aside. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, a brutal nine inches capped with a angry purple head leaking pre-cum like seawater from a breached hull. “Spread for me, Soph. Show that married pussy.”
She did, legs splayed wide, her opening glistening, pink and swollen. The air hummed with her whimpers, the slap of waves against fiberglass. He rubbed his length along her slit, teasing clit to throbbing nub. “Beg.”
“Please… fuck my cunt. Stretch me extreme-wide.” The vulgarity spilled out, raw as the burn building.
He thrust in, one savage plunge burying to the hilt. She screamed, walls clamping his girth, the stretch bordering pain-pleasure. He pounded relentlessly, hips slamming her ass, balls slapping wetly against her. Sweat poured, skin sliding slick; she tasted it on his neck, bitter and male.
“Take it, you hotwife slut. Ethan’s lending you out like a toy.” His words fueled her, hips bucking to meet each brutal drive. Fingers found her rear entrance, one thick digit probing, then two, scissoring as he railed her front.
Orgasm hit like a rogue wave—convulsing, squirting clear fluid over his shaft, soaking the cushions. He didn’t stop, flipping her to all fours, re-entering with a growl. The new angle hit her G-spot dead-on, stars exploding behind eyelids. “Cum again, bitch. Milk my cock.”
She did, twice more, voice hoarse from cries echoing over empty ocean. Finally, he roared, flooding her depths with hot spurts, excess drooling down her thighs. They collapsed, panting, his weight pinning her in delicious exhaustion. “That was… extreme,” she gasped, aftershocks rippling.
Back at the villa that night, Ethan waited, erection straining his shorts. Sophia showered off the salt and sin, emerging in a towel. “Tell me,” he demanded, voice thick.
She did, every graphic detail—his size splitting her, the double invasion, her shameful screams. Ethan’s hand pumped his cock as she spoke, eyes glazed with vicarious lust. Vulnerability cracked open; he pulled her close after, kissing tears from her lashes. “Love you. This… bonds us deeper.”
But obsession took root. That night, alone in bed, Ethan stroked to visions of Derek’s hands bruising her hips, her lips stretched around that monster.
Chapter 4: Obsessive Tides
Days blurred into a haze of azure skies and nocturnal hungers. Sophia snuck off twice more—once to a secluded cove where Derek fisted her under palm fronds, her walls gripping his wrist in extreme ecstasy, juices puddling sand. The grit bit her knees, fronds whispering obscenities with the wind. She came shuddering, squirting arcs that sparkled in moonlight.
Another time, in the villa’s outdoor shower, water cascading like tears. He bent her over, ass high, reaming her tight ring with lubed thrusts. “Your husband’s ass now? Extreme upgrade,” he taunted, spanking cheeks red. Pain bloomed to fire, her clit grinding tile as he plugged her full, cum painting her guts white.
Ethan’s fantasies evolved into madness. He’d spy from dunes, binoculars trembling as Derek devoured her on blankets—tongue delving her folds, slurping her honey like nectar, her thighs quaking around his ears. The binoculars fogged with his breath; he jerked furiously, spilling into the sand, guilt warring with rapture.
One evening, post-dusk, he confronted the edge. “Soph… I watched. Saw him eat you out till you screamed.”
Her eyes widened, then darkened with lust. “Turned on?”
“Obsessed. Want to see it live.”
She smiled wickedly. “Tomorrow. All three of us. Extreme sharing.”
Nerves frayed like old nets as they boarded Derek’s dive boat at midnight. Moonlight silvered the waves. Sophia stripped first, body luminous, nipples erect in chill air. The men followed, cocks rigid spears.
Ethan’s heart thundered, a mix of jealousy and thrill. Derek claimed her mouth first, deep-throating her while Ethan suckled her tits, the dual assault drawing guttural moans. Salt air thickened with pussy scent, her arousal dripping down thighs.
Chapter 5: Boundless Extremes 💋🔥
The boat’s cabin became their den of depravity. Sophia on her back, legs hooked over Derek’s shoulders as he pile-drove her sopping core, grunts punctuating each cervix-kiss. Ethan knelt by her head, feeding her his length—thinner but longer, curving to hit her throat’s depths. She gagged, drool bubbling, eyes watering yet pleading more.
“Fuck, watch her take us both,” Derek panted, sweat flying. “Extreme slut for friends.”
Ethan groaned, balls tightening at the sight—Derek’s massive piston stretching her obscenely, labia gripping like velvet vice. He pulled out, painting her tits with ropes of cum; she scooped and licked, fingers shiny.
They switched, Ethan reclaiming her pussy, familiar walls milking him home even slicked with Derek’s remnants. Derek face-fucked her raw, hips snapping. Climax chained: Sophia first, wailing as she clenched, triggering Ethan’s flood deep inside. Derek followed, erupting down her gullet; she swallowed convulsively, excess dribbling chin.
After, they tangled in a heap, breaths syncing with gentle rock of waves. Tender kisses exchanged—Derek’s rough beard on Ethan’s cheek, Sophia nestled between. Vulnerability surfaced: “Never thought sharing would feel like… this,” Ethan admitted, voice husky.
“Like family,” Derek rumbled, hand stroking Sophia’s flank. “Extreme bond.”
Weeks later, back home amid city clamor, the arrangement lingered. Weekend getaways, hotel romps where Sophia serviced both—double penetration leaving her gaping, cum-stuffed, blissful. Ethan filmed once, zooming on her blissed face as Derek knotted her ass, Ethan’s cock in her mouth muffling screams.
Guilt faded to ash, replaced by profound intimacy. Sophia thrived, her yoga glow radiant, body marked with faint bruises like love bites from fate. “This is us now,” she’d whisper post-orgasm, cradled between them. “Extreme, unending.”
And in quiet moments, Ethan would watch her sleep, Derek’s arm draped possessively, knowing he’d lent more than a wife—he’d unlocked paradise’s gate. The cravings never ebbed, only swelled, promising deeper dives into their shared abyss.
