“His shorts slipped down, and this stupid skirt you made me wear isn’t covering anything!” she yelled, voice high with panic and heat. Eric just laughed.
“Don’t get hard, Mark!” he called over his shoulder like it was a joke.
Mandy stood in the sweltering desert heat, staring at her husband with barely restrained irritation. He had insisted she wear a tight, skimpy tank top and a short skirt for the race. “It’ll keep you cool,” he’d said. Then he’d insisted it looked better without a bra. And when she put on panties, he’d complained about the visible line.
Now, sweat clung to her skin, making her thin top nearly translucent. She tried to hide the way her nipples showed through the fabric by crossing her arms over her large breasts. The dry wind tugged at her hem, threatening to lift her skirt as she fought to keep her modesty, what little of it she had left.
And now Eric, ever the showman, was insisting she and Mark, their mutual friend and her ex-boyfriend, join him in the buggy for today’s desert rally.
“It’s a two-seater, Eric,” she said, her voice as sharp as the wind slapping her bare legs.
“I can wait at the finish line,” Mark offered quickly, clearly uncomfortable.
“No way! I want you both with me when I win,” Eric declared, grinning. “Just have Mandy sit in your lap, Mark. Not like she hasn’t been there before.” He shot them a wink.
Mandy’s glare could have peeled paint. He knew she hated being reminded of her past with Mark. That had been high school. Ancient history. A breakup she regretted. Sometimes she wished she’d never moved to Nevada for college, never met Eric at all.
Mark gave her a small, apologetic smile as he tugged awkwardly at the waistband of his loose athletic shorts. Eric climbed into the driver’s seat, all confidence and noise. Mark took the passenger side, and Mandy sighed, climbing in after him. She straddled his lap and quickly fastened the seatbelt across both their waists.
The engine growled to life beneath them. Mandy swallowed as the vibration beneath her thighs merged with the sudden awareness of exactly where she was sitting. The heat in her stomach wasn’t just from the sun anymore. She was begging to regret this.
Eric pulled them up to the starting line beside the other five racers. Mandy pressed her legs together, doing her best to keep her skirt in place. The loose fabric had already started to ride up. Mark tapped her shoulder. She turned.
“Your skirt’s up in the back,” he said, voice low and close to her ear, just loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the engine. “I can, uh... feel it.”
Her cheeks flushed instantly. She tried to tug it down under her thighs, but before she could secure it, the starting pistol cracked. Eric hit the gas. The buggy lunged forward, and any hope of adjusting her skirt vanished with the dust.
Eric was doing well. He’d pulled ahead early, kicking up dust behind them, and it looked like he might keep the lead. He whooped with excitement every time they took a corner, reveling in the chaos. Mandy, meanwhile, wasn’t nearly as thrilled. The ride was brutal. Her breast threatened to leap out of her shirt. Every jolt slammed her bare backside against Mark’s lap, and despite their mutual efforts to avoid it… she could feel him hardening beneath her.
The heat of his cock pressed against her through his thin shorts stirred something deep in her. Not just arousal, but memory. Old, familiar things. Exactly what they used to do with that cock when they were still in school. Eric hit the brakes to take a tight turn. Mandy slid forward helplessly. Mark grunted something explicit, but the roar of the engine swallowed it. She scrambled to sit back up, but froze.
Her movement had pulled his loose waistband even lower. Her soaked folds were now pressed directly against the bare shaft of his cock. Skin on skin.
Mark’s voice trembled with panic. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry. Mandy, I’m, shit, I didn’t...”
They both fumbled to pull his shorts up, to shield her, to undo what had just happened. But the ride was too rough. Every bounce forced them tighter together. Every shift ground her slickness against his hard cock. Her breath hitched. The friction was maddening. Dangerous.
“Eric,” she gasped. “Stop the buggy.”
“We can’t!” he shouted, wild with adrenaline. “We’re winning!”
“His shorts slipped down, and this stupid skirt you made me wear isn’t covering anything!” she yelled, voice high with panic and heat. Eric just laughed.
“Don’t get hard, Mark!” he called over his shoulder like it was a joke.
“Too late, man!” Mark shouted, voice cracking. “You gotta stop!”
“It’s fine!” Eric replied, grinning. “You two’ve been naked together before.”
Then he pressed the gas harder, and the buggy surged forward. They hit another brutal bump, hard enough that Mark’s cock slipped lower, nudging into a far more dangerous place. The blunt head now rested right at her entrance.
“Eric, please,” Mandy gasped. “Stop the buggy.”
“Really, man!” Mark's voice cracked. “If we hit another bump, I will slip in!”
Eric groaned. “Oh my God, can you two just give it a rest?”
He slowed slightly for a sharp turn, just enough to give gravity and momentum the final word. The next bounce drove him inside her. Just the tip. But it was enough. The stretch of him, familiar, forbidden. It sent an electric shock through her entire body. A gasp tore from Mark, equal parts frustration and pleasure.
“Eric, stop! It went inside!” they shouted at once.
Eric let out an annoyed huff. “I can’t focus if you keep screaming over there!”
He gunned the engine again, weaving through the track, oblivious, or pretending to be. They stopped fighting it. They hadn’t meant for this to happen. Not today. Not like this. But now Mark was inside her, and every dip of the wheels drove him deeper. They couldn't stop it. Only try not to enjoy it. Mandy clenched her teeth, trying to ignore the sensations. The hot, thick pressure of him, the way her body clenched around him instinctively, the unbearable friction of each bounce. She tried not to feel it. But her body betrayed her. A moan escaped before she could swallow it.
Mark groaned in reply, hands tightening on her hips in a desperate attempt to hold her still. But the buggy refused to cooperate. Every lurch made her slide. Every jolt drove him deeper. Neither of them moved intentionally, but they were moving. Together. A hard bounce caused one of her breasts to slip out of her top. She didn't try to fix it.
“Eric, please! Just stop!” Mandy begged again, her voice raw and urgent.
But he wasn’t responding. Either he couldn’t hear her over the engine, or he didn’t care anymore. Mark was fully inside her. No matter how carefully they tried to hold still, every shift of the buggy made them move. Every bump was another involuntary thrust. Another inch. Another gasp.
Pleasure coiled low in Mandy’s stomach, hot and tight, wrapping around where Mark filled her. She was slick, aching, betraying the part of her that still wanted to pretend this wasn’t happening. Trying to avoid the thought that she was cheating on Eric against her will. Trying to pretend that she wasn’t enjoying it.
Mark trembled beneath her, chest rising in ragged breaths. She felt the tension in him, the way his thighs jerked, the pulse of restraint barely holding. She knew what that meant. She remembered from long nights of stolen passion sneaking around when they were eighteen.
“Eric!” she cried out. “He might cum!”
“So!?” Eric barked back, not even looking at them.
“I’m not on birth control, you jackass!” she shouted, furious now.
That didn't even make him hesitate. His shoulders tensed, and for a moment, he seemed to realize what was at stake. However, he ignored the risk.
“We’re almost there,” he said at last, flat, unbothered.
Mark let out a low, desperate sound. “Dude, I’m not gonna last! I swear, I’m gonna—” He moaned and gripped her hips harder.
His confession changed nothing. The engine roared. The buggy bounced. And Mandy broke. Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike, sudden, searing, unstoppable. Her thighs clamped down, but she was unable to prevent what was happening. Body locking tight as the first wave crashed through her. She threw her head back with a strangled cry, her vision going white for a second.
Pleasure roared through her like a pulsebeat in every limb. Her inner walls gripped him hard, rippling in waves that she couldn’t control. It was like her body had decided for her, taking him in, holding him, dragging him deeper.
Mark groaned beneath her, a raw, desperate sound. His hands trembled on her hips. She felt his cock throb inside her, then twitch as he gave in. He came with a helpless gasp, buried to the hilt. Mandy cried out again, not from surprise, but from the overwhelming heat that followed. Each spurt was a molten rush that filled her, soaked her. She could feel the rhythm of it, the involuntary pulses of his cock, each one stretching the moment.
The sensation was inescapable. Thick and hot. Pleasure and horror collided in her chest, and her breath caught.
Her body was still shaking, spasming around him, drawing him in even as her mind screamed that it shouldn’t be happening like this. But it was. She couldn’t ignore the way her slick folds gripped him, or how her womb fluttered with aching, confusing need.
They were still moving slightly with the buggy’s rumble, just enough to keep the friction going, to prolong the aftershocks. Mandy whimpered as her orgasm lingered cruelly, clenching again when she felt another twitch inside her, another thick droplet of heat. It was too much. Too deep. And it was already done. Eric cheered as they crossed the finish line.
“We won!” he shouted, pulling the buggy to a stop.
He jumped out and ran around to their side. Inside the buggy, Mandy and Mark exchanged a worried, dazed look, a mix of disbelief and afterglow. She fixed her shirt, placing the too-thin fabric over her breast again. Then Eric yanked the door open. They both glared at him. Mandy stepped out and stood with her hands on her hips. Eric grinned, but it faltered when he looked at Mark, who was hastily pulling his shorts back up.
“Shit… you did cum?” he asked bluntly, eyes wide.
Mandy slapped him. Hard. Mark caught her arm when she tried to hit him again. She stepped back into Mark's arms, and he wrapped her in a protective hug from behind. His chest pressed against her back, warm and steady. He was safe. Needed.
Eric glanced down and froze. Mandy’s legs were slick. His eyes followed the trail up, where Mark’s cum was unmistakably running down her inner thigh. The wind lifted her skirt. It exposed her vagina, and it became painfully obvious exactly what had happened. What he’d allowed.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Eric said quietly.
“We’re done,” Mandy said, voice firm and final.
“What?” He looked stunned, like the words hadn’t registered.
“You always put yourself first. You don’t care what anyone else wants,” she said, her voice cracking as tears spilled down her cheeks. “You just let him…” She couldn’t even say it. Mark wasn’t to blame. He was trapped in it, too. They were both victims. “You let us go through that without protection, and now I could be pregnant. And for what? A stupid win?”
Eric had no answer. Mark stepped forward, steady and calm. “You screwed up, man. But don’t worry. If she’s pregnant, I’ll take care of them both. You and I? We’re done too. I only stuck around for her anyway.”
Mandy pulled away just enough to take Mark’s hand. “Drive me home so I can pack. I need a hotel.”
“You can stay at my place,” Mark said gently.
Together, they walked away, leaving Eric standing there with his hollow victory.