Elena woke to the penthouse humming with recorded ghosts, hidden screens replaying last night's orgy in silent loops on monitors tucked in every room. The master bed lay vast and empty around her, sheets cool where bodies had burned hours ago. She stretched slowly, body a symphony of aches: pussy tender from Alexander's relentless thrusts, ass throbbing faint from Victoria's strap-on, throat raw from Julian's cock and whispered confessions. Cum dried in flaky trails across her stomach, breasts, and even her hair. She scraped a flake from her nipple, brought it to her tongue, tasted the mingled family sharp and addictive. Sunlight flooded the windows, the city awake and oblivious below.
She rose naked, padded to the en-suite. Mirror reflected a woman owned: hickeys blooming like dark flowers on pale skin, handprints faint on thighs, a thin line of dried release tracing from navel to clit. She traced it slowly, dipped her fingers into the crust, and rubbed her clit lazily. A soft moan escaped. Shower ran steaming, water pounding bruises tender. She scrubbed gently, watching evidence swirl away, reluctant. Left a streak on purpose, high on her inner thigh. Mark of the morning.
Uniform today felt ceremonial again: black dress shorter still, apron translucent, lace thong borrowed from Victoria's drawer, crimson this time, string bold between cheeks. She pinned Julian's pronoun pin to the apron strap, metal warm. Slipped the navy tie Alexander favoured into her pocket, silk cool and promising. Coffee brewed strong in the kitchen, eggs poached perfectly, fruit arranged artistically. She plated four, carried the tray to the rooftop elevator. Doors opened to the breeze and sky.
The terrace bloomed wild: jasmine climbing trellises, loungers scattered, infinity pool shimmering turquoise. Wind whipped sharp off the Hudson, carrying the city roar up forty floors. Alexander stood at the railing, shirtless in linen pants, coffee in hand, watching traffic crawl like ants. Victoria lounged on a daybed, bikini minimal, diamonds flashing at throat and navel. Julian hunched over a laptop at the outdoor table, headphones on, code scrolling.
Elena set the tray down, wind lifting her skirt to flash crimson lace. Alexander turned first, eyes darkening instantly. "Breakfast with a view."
She smiled, poured coffee. Victoria patted the daybed. "Sit. Feed me."
Elena obeyed, straddled the edge. Fed Victoria strawberries slowly, juice dripping deliberately down her chin. Victoria licked it clean, tongue tracing Elena's neck, sucking a fresh bruise. Julian glanced up, headphones slipping, eyes widening at the sight. Alexander approached slowly, hand settling on Elena's shoulder, possessively.
"Wind's strong," he murmured. "Careful."
He untied her apron slowly, let it flutter away on the breeze. Caught mid-air, draped it over a chair. Unbuttoned her dress top to bottom, peeled it open. Lace thong exposed, wind kissing bare skin. Nipples pebbled instantly, gooseflesh racing.
Victoria pulled her down fully, mouths meeting hungry. Tongues tangled, hands roaming. Alexander watched, linen pants tenting. Julian set the laptop aside and approached hesitantly.
"Join," Victoria commanded.
Julian knelt, kissed Elena's thigh softly. Alexander stepped behind her, cock pressing through linen against her back. Hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling lace-covered nipples. Pinched hard. She arched, moaning into Victoria's mouth.
Wind gusted suddenly, skirt billowing high. No panties remember, thong string only. Alexander tugged it aside, fingers finding slick heat. "Always dripping."
He plunged two deep, curling immediately. Victoria broke the kiss, latched onto a nipple through lace, biting gently. Julian kissed up her other thigh, tongue tracing where Alexander's fingers had thrust.
"Eat her with me," Alexander ordered.
Julian obeyed, tongue lashing her clit frantic beside his father's fingers. Double sensation made her sob. Victoria switched nipples, hand dipping to join, three fingers now stretching her wide. Wind whipped hair across faces, jasmine thick in the air.
She came hard, squirting arcs caught by the breeze, sparkling in sunlight before splashing the tiles. They drank greedily, licking her clean.
Alexander stood, pants down, cock thick and ready. Lifted her effortlessly, impaled her in one thrust. Back to his chest, legs spread wide over his arms. Fucked her suspended, wind cooling her front. Victoria knelt, tongue on clit again. Julian stood, cock out, feeding it to Elena's mouth.
The city below watched blind. She sucked Julian deep, throat relaxing. Alexander pounded relentlessly, balls slapping. Victoria added fingers to her ass, two slick.
Triple penetration on the rooftop, sky witness. Climax coiled viciously. Julian came first, flooding her mouth. She swallowed, walls clamping Alexander. He roared, filling her pussy deep. Victoria fingered herself to completion, squirting up Elena's body.
They lowered her gently to the daybed, bodies piling. Wind-cooled sweat. Alexander kissed her temple. "More."
Morning dissolved into terrace play. Pool next: Elena pushed in fully clothed, lace clinging transparent. They stripped her slowly, fucked her against the infinity edge, water churning. Alexander is in her pussy underwater, bubbles rising with her screams. Victoria strap-on from behind, waves lapping. Julian in her mouth, hands tangled in wet hair.
Climaxes endless, water milky with release. They floated tangled, city humming.
Lunch on loungers: fruit and champagne. Fed each other bites, licks, fingers dipping into champagne then pussies and cocks. Elena rode Victoria reverse, scissoring in the shallows. Alexander fucked Julian slowly beside them, for the first time, gently, watching Elena's eyes. Confessed mid-thrust: love, want, family.
The afternoon wind picked up, and storm clouds gathered in the distance. They moved to the covered cabana, cushions deep. Webcams hidden in planters recorded a secret. Elena was bound with the navy tie, wrists to a post. They took turns: whips of wind on skin, tongues, cocks, strap-ons. She came screaming to thunder.
The storm broke eventually, rain lashing sideways. They fucked in the downpour, bodies sliding slick. Lightning flashed on skin, thunder masking moans. Elena on her knees, mouth on Victoria, Alexander in her pussy, Julian in her ass. Rain washed cum away instantly, an endless cycle.
Dusk fell purple. The storm passed, city lights flickering on below. They lay spent on wet cushions, breeze cooling. Alexander untied her gentle, kissed wrists red.
"Dinner inside," Victoria murmured. "Then bed. All night."
Elena nodded, body humming. They dressed slowly, lace ruined and abandoned. Elevator down, reflections infinite again.
Dinner elegant: candlelight, wine, food, ignored for touch under the table. Hands everywhere, fingers in pussies, cocks stroked lazily. Dessert: Elena on the table, body on the plate. Whipped cream, chocolate, fruit. They ate slowly, tongues lingering every inch.
Night. Master bed. Screens live, recording. They fucked endless variations: daisy chains, piles, suspensions from the canopy. Confessed deeper: Alexander's male lover hints stronger, Victoria's artist ex, Julian's online trans boyfriend. Love spilt with cum.
Sleep came piled, breeze through open windows carrying jasmine and rain.
Rooftop baptised them publicly in private, wind witnesses eternally.