When Lucy and I lost that first game, I thought the worst part was the score. Then we invited James to our hot tub, and everything changed. It started innocently enough—a few drinks, a “slip” of Lucy’s bikini top, her teasing smile under the lantern glow. I wasn’t the jealous type, and Lucy was never wild. But by the end of that night, she was on her knees, her lips wrapped around James’s cock while I watched, my own desire burning hotter than I’d ever known. Things spiraled fast. Lucy went from cautious whispers to craving more—her pussy stretched by James, her ass claimed by me, her moans echoing as we shared her. Then came Jim, a stranger from SLS with a cock that made her gasp, pushing her limits as I filmed, my heart pounding with jealousy and thrill. When she begged for three cocks to fill her—mouth, pussy, ass—I knew we’d crossed into something raw, real, unstoppable. Airtight wasn’t just a fantasy. It was us—naked, exposed, desired. Watched. Shared. Jealousy. Lust. Possession. Freedom.