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  "Just us, huh?" Nell turned her attention to Michael, and her eyes were burning with desire for him. It had been such a long time since he had seen that in anyone but his wife, and it was instantly, powerfully erotic – before he could stop himself, he leaned in and kissed her.

  Chapter 7

  And as soon as their lips met, he felt something give inside of him. Any part of him that had doubted this, wondered if this was the right choice, fell aside as soon as she wound his arms around him and held him close. He could feel his wife’s eyes on the two of them, and he was certain he could make out the smallest little moan from his wife’s lips as he kissed this other woman. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth, feeling the sweetness of it, the newness. It was incredible.

  When she pulled back, her face was flushed and her mouth was still slightly parted. She pushed him back towards the bed, until he was flat on his back and she could straddle him. He was already getting hard as she pressed herself down against him, moaning with a helpless abandon as she felt his cock hardening through his pants. He brought his hands to her waist, gingerly, feeling the outline of her body as she ran her hands over his chest.

  "You feel so good," she moaned softly, and Michael looked beyond her, to his wife, and saw that she had her hand between her legs. She was grinding gently against her fingers, and the sight of her so lost to the eroticism of seeing him with another woman was a powerful turn-on. He pushed himself up on the bed, grabbed Nell by the back of the head, and kissed her passionately, deeply. She began to unbutton his shirt, tracing her nails over the muscles of his chest, his arms.

  Nell moved her mouth to his chin, his neck, kissing down over his stomach. He watched as she went, kissing and licking and tasting him, as though he was the most delicious thing in the world. Before he knew it, her hands were on his cock, massaging his hardness through his pants, unzipping him and sliding her hand beneath his boxers and slowly grazing her fingers on his straining erection. She dipped her head down for a moment, planting a kiss on the crease of his hip, and Michael made eye contact with his wife once more – her mouth was open, her chest rising and falling quickly, her fingers moving with more purpose between her legs.

  "Do you want me to blow you?” Nell murmured. Michael nodded.

  "I really want you to," he breathed, and she smiled and closed her eyes and pulled his cock from his pants. She took a moment to rub the head of his cock over her lips, tasting him, lapping the salty precum from his tip. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, off this new woman worshipping his cock like it was the only thing in the world that she gave a damn about. She sealed her lips around his tip and sucked softly, stroking her tongue back and forth over his length, inching further and further down until she had taken him into her mouth completely. Her tongue and her mouth were warm and soft and welcoming, new and fresh and tantalising.

  She was taking him so deep, filling his mouth with his entire length, working her tongue up the underside of his cock. He tipped his head back and pushed it into the pillow, reaching down to run his fingers through her short hair, so different from his wife’s. He was rock-hard, his cock practically aching for release already. Her mouth was so wet, his cock hitting the back of her throat and drawing a wave of saliva on to his cock. The blowjob was sloppy, wet, hungry, as though she had been waiting for this a long time and was going to make the most of it while she was here.

  Chapter 8

  He could hear his wife panting behind them – his wife. He wasn’t sure that once in his life he had heard her like this, so utterly lost to pleasure, and when he snuck a look at her, that was reflected on her face, as well. Her jaw was tight, her body was writhing on the seat, and she couldn’t take her eyes off the two of them, as though she wanted to commit every moment of this to memory.

  He began to thrust up, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, and Nell planted her hands on either side of his legs to hold herself steady while he fucked her mouth. He was surprised to find that his cock slid easily into her throat, allowing him to bury his entire length all the way inside her. She was working her mouth furiously over his entire length, her make-up beginning to run – suddenly, she pulled her mouth back from his cock and moved down to his balls, using the wetness to moisten them, licking and sucking and moaning quietly. He stroked her hair, watching her, loving the sight of her worshipping him like that. He wondered how long she had wanted this, how many times those little flirtations had led to something deeper and darker in her head.

  He knew he needed to be inside her. Now. There was no more time for anything else. He had to feel her pussy around him, had to compare her cunt to his wifes, had to know how good she felt around him.

  Michael reached down and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her back on top of him, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. She was grinding against his exposed cock, moaning loudly, her nails scratching over the exposed skin of his back and leaving marks he knew would be there for days. But that would just make it all the easier to remember her when this was over. Not that he had any intention of hurrying along that conclusion, if he had any say in it.

  "I want you to fuck me," He breathed in her ear, his voice low and rasping with need. She pulled back from him and swiftly stripped down – he caught a glimpse of the expensive lingerie that she swiftly pulled off and tossed aside, and it thrilled him knowing that she had prepared for this occasion.

  She scrambled back on top of him, and pulled a condom from the bedside table – but before she could go to unwrap it, Jeannie got to her feet.

  "May I?” She asked, her voice small but excited. Nell grinned and handed it to her.

  "Be my guest."

  Jeannie tore the condom open, and wrapped her fingers around the base of her husband’s cock before she rolled the latex down over his straining erection. Their gazes met for a moment, and the intimacy of that second was enough to remind him that, no matter what happened, this was the woman he was going home with – this was the woman he always wanted to be with. And here she was, preparing him to let him get deep in another woman’s pussy.

  She retreated when she was done, and Nell eagerly took his cock in her hand and shifted her hips so that she was balanced just over him. She looked incredible, her long, lean naked body half-lit in the soft light of the room around them. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rubbing them softly until they grew to hardness, marvelling at how different they felt.

  She lowered herself down on him slowly, taking her time, savouring every moment of it. And he was, too. Her pussy was soaked, her slit tight and her body yielding to him as soon as he moved inside her. He thought she let out a gasp, but then he looked beyond her and saw that it was his wife letting out the noise – her lips were parted in something between shock and delight. She was playing with herself again, legs spread wide enough that he could see the movement of her fingers against her clit, and the mix of sight and sensation was almost too much for him to take all at once. For a moment, he thought he was going to come then and there – but he didn’t want this to be over yet. He wasn’t even close to ready for that.

  She began to ride him enthusiastically, planting her hands on his chest for leverage and working himself up and down on top of her. Michael sank his fingers into her hips, guiding her, setting the pace and making sure she didn’t go to fast. Her tits were bouncing with every move she made, and he couldn’t resist sliding his mouth over them, tasting their fullness under his tongue. He sank his teeth briefly into her nipples, drawing a squeak from between her lips for his trouble.

  Slowly, he worked up the pace inside of her, moving harder, grinding his hips back up to meet her as she pushed down against him. She leaned back and rocked her hips in circles, massaging every inch of his cock with the inside of her pussy. She groaned and tipped her head back, exposing her long, graceful neck, and Michael lunged towards it and ran his mouth greedily over her skin. Her perfume was unfamiliar but deep, musky, mysterious. He inhaled the scent of her deeply, fill
ing his lungs with it, filling his mind with it, until it felt like there was nothing left in the world but this room, this moment, the three of them locked in this impossibly hot carnal tangle that he knew he wouldn’t forget as long as he lived.

  "Oh my God," Nell gasped into his ear, and he pulled back and kissed her deeply, looping an arm around her waist and pulled her in roughly. With one hand on the bed for leverage, he pounded into her, taking control completely, thrusting himself until he was buried all the way up to the hilt in her soaked pussy. At first, his eyes were closed, but then he realized that there was something even better waiting for him if he just opened his eyes.

  He stared at his wife behind Nell, on that chair, squirming back and forth with pleasure. He had made her come enough times to know that she was close. He could see her fingers grinding against her pussy, and knowing how close she was rocketed him to the edge as well.

  "Fuck," he groaned, focusing in on his wife – and it was the sight of him that pushed him over the edge at the end of it all, his body giving out helplessly. Burned into his memory was the look on his wife’s face as she came at the same time as him, her body shuddered with the release, the intensity of it so strong that he was certain that he could feel it all the way across the room.

  His cock twitched inside Nell, and she let out a throaty groan as she found her own release around him, her pussy clenching tight around his cock as they came within moments of each other. He held her close and she clutched on to him, holding as tight as she possibly could, like she never wanted to let him go.

  Finally, they unravelled from one another, and she collapsed down on to the bed, sated. Michael got to his feet and made his way over to his wife, leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips. She kissed him back, hard, and he knew she must have been able to taste this other woman on him. The thought of it was turning him on all over again, but he knew he would need a little rest before anything else happened.

  He pulled back and looked at his wife, into the eyes of the woman he loved. She smiled up at him, satisfied at last.

  "Happy birthday, baby," she murmured to him, brushing a strand of hair back from his face.

  "I’ll never forget it, love," he replied, brushing his lips over her temples. And he meant it. Because he knew that this night was far from over – and that he was going to remember every last minute of it.

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