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smatster · 09 Dec 2025 -
The couples experience a day in their new cohabitation.
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The morning sun warmed the path along the cliffs, the salt air sharp and clean. Frank and Amy—or rather, the quartet within them—set off at a steady pace, their new, tight athletic gear leaving little to the imagination. Frank’s grey tee clung to the sweat already beading on his chest, his shorts showcasing the powerful shift of his thighs and the prominent bulge between them. Amy’s black leggings were a second skin, tracing every curve and swell, the compression top holding her breasts firmly, proudly.
This is incredible, Claire thought, her consciousness sharing the pilot’s seat with Frank as they ran. She felt the raw power of Frank’s legs driving them forward, the heavy, rhythmic swing of his cock within the confines of the shorts. I feel so strong.
You are strong, Frank thought back, his mental voice full of fond pride. You’re running a seven-minute mile in my body. Ease up on the calves a little.
Ahead of them, Amy’s body moved with a fluid, dancing grace that was entirely Will’s aggressive stride filtered through Amy’s natural athleticism. But there was a flair to it now—hips swinging a little extra, arms pumping with a feminine elegance.
What are you doing? Amy’s mental voice was amused from her perch in Will’s lap in their shared mind.
Giving them a show, Will thought back, a smirk in his mental tone. He made their body glance back over a slender shoulder, a flash of a grin, then poured on a burst of speed, rounding a bend where the path dipped toward a stand of dense, wind-sculpted cypress.
Follow them, Claire urged, and Frank didn’t hesitate. They rounded the bend to find the path momentarily empty. Then, a low whistle came from the bushes.
“Over here.”
They pushed through the foliage into a small, hidden hollow, shielded from the path. Amy was there, leaning against a broad tree trunk, breathing heavily, a wicked glint in her eyes—all Will.
“Got bored of the run,” Will said, using Amy’s voice, his hands running possessively over Amy’s hips. “Thought we’d play.”
Frank’s body responded instantly, the thick length in his shorts twitching to full, straining hardness. Claire felt it like a live wire. Oh.
Without a word, Frank—with Claire’s eager assent—shoved his shorts down, then helped Will peel Amy’s leggings and underwear …
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