The Bedroom Pact

The day had simmered with unspoken tension after that morning in the kitchen—Scarlet's sly grins, Lena's lingering smirks, Marcus's flushed glances. By evening, the air in their home crackled, and it was Scarlet who broke the silence. "Tonight," she'd said, her voice firm yet warm, leading them to the master bedroom. Clothes shed in a quiet rush—shirts, shorts, boxers hitting the floor—until all three stood bare, the dim lamplight casting shadows over their bodies.

Lena's eyes raked over Marcus, her breath catching as she took him in. His stocky frame was a rugged canvas of hair—dark curls sprawling wild across his broad chest, trailing down his soft belly to a thick bush framing his cock. It hung heavy, thick and uncircumcised, twitching slightly as he stood, the foreskin pulled back just enough to hint at the swollen tip. His thighs were sturdy, dusted with more hair, leading to an ass that was plump and furry, the cheeks flexing as he shifted nervously. To Lena, he was raw, primal—his hairy expanse erotic in its unpolished honesty, a contrast to her own muscled sleekness. She imagined running her fingers through that chest hair, feeling the heat of him, the weight of his cock in her hand, and her pulse quickened, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Marcus, meanwhile, couldn't peel his gaze from Lena. Her body was a sculpture of power and lust—muscular arms rippling under smooth skin, her big tits jutting proud and firm, dark nipples stiff in the cool air. Her stomach was toned, a faint line of definition leading to a bare pussy, lips plump and glistening already. Her thick ass curved like a dream, tight yet generous, flexing as she stood with one hip cocked. To him, she was a storm of sex—every inch screaming strength and seduction, those tits begging to be touched, that ass aching to be gripped. His cock stirred, hardening despite himself, and he swallowed, his hairy chest heaving.

Scarlet stood between them, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her full breasts swaying softly, pink nipples peaked. Her hips flared wide, her thighs soft and inviting, her blonde patch damp with anticipation. She looked at them—her hairy, loving husband and her redheaded flame—and smiled. "We're doing this," she said, voice steady. "All of us, together. Marcus, you're here—watching, maybe more if it feels right. Lena, you're mine tonight. We talk, we feel it out. Okay?"

Marcus nodded, his beard scratching his chest as he rubbed his neck. "Yeah, babe. I'm in—watching's good. I love you, want you happy. Lena's… part of us now." His eyes flicked to Lena's tits, then away, a flush creeping up his hairy neck.

Lena stepped closer, her muscular frame brushing Scarlet's softer one. "I'm good with it, fuzzy," she said, smirking at Marcus. "You watching—I like that. Makes it hotter. Let's see where it goes." Her gaze lingered on his cock, thick and now fully hard, and she licked her lips.

Scarlet pulled Lena to the bed, their naked bodies colliding as they knelt, facing each other. "No secrets," Scarlet murmured, her hands cupping Lena's big tits, thumbs teasing her nipples. "Marcus knows everything—feels it with us." She leaned in, kissing Lena hard, tongues sliding wet and deep, a groan escaping her throat.

Lena growled back, her strong hands gripping Scarlet's ass, kneading the soft flesh as their kiss turned sloppy, desperate. She broke away, dipping to Scarlet's chest, her mouth latching onto a pink nipple—sucking hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. Scarlet gasped, her head tipping back, blonde hair spilling as her breasts jiggled with each pull. Lena's hands roamed, one sliding between Scarlet's thighs, fingers finding her wet pussy, rubbing her clit in tight circles.

Marcus watched, his hairy frame tense, cock throbbing as he stood by the bed. The sight—Lena's muscular body working Scarlet's curves, her big tits swaying as she sucked—drove him wild, his hand twitching toward himself but stopping, wanting to see it play out.

Scarlet moaned, pushing Lena back, her full breasts bouncing as she straddled her. "Fuck me," she demanded, voice raw, swinging a leg over Lena's hips. Their pussies met—Scarlet's blonde patch grinding against Lena's bare slickness—and they started tribbing, hard and fast. Scarlet's ass bounced, soft and round, her tits shaking with each thrust, while Lena's thick ass flexed beneath, her strong thighs spreading wide. Their wet heat slid together, clits rubbing, the bed creaking under their rhythm.

"Goddamn, Scarlet," Lena grunted, her hands slapping Scarlet's ass, urging her on. "So fucking hot." Her big tits jiggled, sweat beading on her toned stomach as she bucked up, matching Scarlet's pace, their moans filling the room.

Marcus's breath hitched, his hairy chest heaving, his cock leaking as he watched—Lena's power, Scarlet's lust, their bodies a tangle of desire. "You're beautiful," he rasped, voice thick, eyes locked on them.

Scarlet glanced at him, her face flushed, blonde hair sticking to her cheeks. "Love you," she panted, then cried out as Lena's fingers slipped inside her, pumping fast, her thumb on her clit. Scarlet's thighs trembled, her pussy clenching, and she came—screaming, her body shaking, tits bouncing wild. Lena followed, her muscular frame arching, a guttural moan tearing from her as her own orgasm hit, wet and shuddering against Scarlet.

They collapsed, sweaty and spent, Scarlet's soft curves draped over Lena's strong ones, their breaths ragged. Marcus stepped closer, his hairy body looming, cock still hard. "That was…" he started, voice rough, "incredible."

Scarlet reached for him, pulling him down, her hand brushing his hairy chest. "You're with us," she said, kissing him, then Lena. "All of us."

Lena smirked, her big tits rising with a deep breath. "Welcome to the ride, fuzzy."

The air in the bedroom hung thick with the scent of sweat and sex, Scarlet and Lena still tangled on the bed, their bodies glistening in the lamplight. Scarlet's soft curves pressed against Lena's muscular frame, her full breasts rising and falling with heavy breaths, blonde hair plastered to her flushed cheeks. Lena's big tits rested heavy, her thick ass still taut against the sheets, her red hair a wild halo around her sated smirk. Marcus stood at the edge, his hairy body tense, his cock throbbing hard—thick, veined, the tip slick with precum as it jutted from the dark bush between his legs. Watching them—Scarlet's trembling orgasm, Lena's powerful release—had lit a fire in him, his love for his wife mixing with raw, primal lust.

Scarlet caught his gaze, her blue eyes dark with need as she untangled herself from Lena. "Marcus," she breathed, crawling toward him, her breasts swaying, nipples still hard from Lena's mouth. "Come here." Her voice was a command wrapped in love, and he didn't hesitate.

He climbed onto the bed, his stocky frame settling over her, hairy chest brushing her smooth skin as he kissed her—deep, hungry, tasting Lena's lingering spice on her lips. His hands gripped her hips, flipping her onto her back, her soft thighs parting wide. Her pussy glistened, blonde patch soaked from her climax with Lena, lips swollen and inviting. Marcus groaned, his cock pulsing as he positioned himself, the hairy expanse of his thighs flexing as he pressed the thick head against her entrance.

Lena shifted to the side, propping herself on one elbow, her muscular arm flexing, her big tits jiggling slightly as she watched. Her green eyes glinted with curiosity and heat, her thick ass resting on the bed, one strong leg bent as she took in the scene. She smirked, fingers tracing lazy circles on her own stomach, still slick with sweat, her pussy bare and glistening from their tribbing.

Marcus thrust into Scarlet, hard and deep, his hairy ass clenching as he buried himself to the hilt. She gasped, her back arching, full breasts bouncing as he filled her—his cock stretching her tight, wet heat, her walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, Scarlet," he grunted, his voice rough, beard scratching her neck as he kissed her there, tasting her sweat. His hands slid under her, cupping her soft ass, lifting her hips to drive deeper, his hairy balls slapping against her with each thrust.

Scarlet moaned, loud and unrestrained, her fingers digging into his hairy shoulders, nails raking through the curls. "Yes—Marcus—harder," she begged, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in. Her tits jiggled wildly, pink nipples grazing his chest hair, her blonde hair fanning across the pillow as she rocked beneath him, lost in the rhythm.

Lena watched, her smirk widening, her strong hand drifting lower, brushing her own clit as she took in Marcus's raw power. His hairy body was a beast in motion—his thick cock plunging into Scarlet, his ass flexing with every thrust, the hair there matting with sweat. She admired the contrast—his unpolished bulk against Scarlet's softer curves, the way his hairy chest heaved, the primal grunts spilling from him. It wasn't her thing, men, but the sight stirred her—a visceral, unexpected heat as she rubbed herself, her big tits shifting with each breath.

Marcus's pace quickened, his hairy frame shuddering as he fucked Scarlet, his cock slick with her juices, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room. "Love you," he rasped, his brown eyes locked on hers, then flicking to Lena—her muscled form, her big tits, her fingers working between her legs. The sight pushed him closer, his balls tightening, his thrusts turning erratic.

"Love you—oh fuck," Scarlet cried, her pussy clenching around him as she came again, her body shaking, thighs trembling against his hairy hips. Her orgasm tipped him over—Marcus groaned, deep and guttural, slamming into her one last time as he came, hot and thick, spilling inside her, his hairy ass tensing, cock pulsing with each wave.

He collapsed onto her, sweaty and spent, his hairy chest pressed to her heaving breasts, their breaths mingling as they kissed, slow and sloppy. Lena watched, her fingers slowing, her own breath ragged as she smirked, a faint flush on her toned cheeks. "Damn, fuzzy," she said, voice husky. "You've got some moves."

Marcus chuckled, rolling off Scarlet, his cock softening but still slick, resting against his hairy thigh. "Just love her," he panted, pulling Scarlet close, her soft body curling into his. He glanced at Lena, her big tits and thick ass still a vision, and nodded. "You're good watching?"

Lena grinned, stretching out beside them, her muscular frame gleaming. "Hell yeah. Hot as fuck. We're a hell of a trio."

Scarlet laughed, her hand resting on Marcus's hairy chest, the other reaching for Lena's strong arm. "Yeah, we are."