Nadia’s hands cup my breasts, and her lips graze my ear and cheek and then the cut of my jaw. “Is that okay?” she asks carefully.

I could cry at that tenderness. I do clench Darren’s thick, hard member with my pussy though.

He grunts and juts his knees into us. I feel Nadia’s smile.

“You two like that?” she asks, her hands roaming down my back and over my hips. I groan when Darren fists my ass cheeks and pulls me off of his dick. Nadia scoots closer to me again.

“Love it,” I moan, trying to stifle a yawn. I mentally curse myself out. I am not ready to sleep yet.

“And what about this?” she asks, the tip of her dildo pressing against my ass.

“Oh fuck,” I groan.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Darren cries, pushing his hips up, his dick slipping from my wet pussy and bumping into Nadia’s dildo and her body. I know because she shivers against me.

“Let him fuck you,” I groan. “And then you fuck me.”

“Shit. Yes,” Darren grunts.

Nadia’s chest presses against my back. She grabs my left breast to steady herself, pinching my nipples carefully. And then she whimpers when he enters her pussy. God, I swear she’s sloppy wet.

“Ready?” she asks, kissing my ear.

I lean forward, as far as I can, my hands on Darren’s shoulders, my body already ready for his orgasms — even if it’s not with him — and wait.

Not for long. Nadia is as needy as I am.

Her dildo is firm but soft when the tip of it caresses my clit and my lips and then teases my opening. “Oh God,” she and I groan together, just as she pushes her dick inside of me and Darren’s hips jut sharply into her greedy, wet pussy.

Everything after that is exactly what I wanted.

It’s Darren’s hips bouncing us on top of him. Nadia’s fingertips gripping my waist, fucking me on top of Darren’s pole. Her body holding me in place. This moment is Darren lifting his head to grasp one of my big, dark brown, sensitive nipples in his mouth. His hips pumping into his wife so she can pump into me.

In my mind, these moments we spend together are peaceful but horny, serene but desperate. In my mind, these moments are perfect.

It’s even better in reality.

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The Enforcer

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