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CariSilverwood
Editor
NerineDorman
ChapterOne:Loïc
ChapterTwo:Loïc
ChapterThree:Tarryn
ChapterFour:Loïc
ChapterFive:Valor
ChapterSix:Valor
ChapterSeven:Tarryn
ChapterEight:Valor
ChapterNine:Valor
ChapterTen:Loïc
ChapterEleven:Loïc
ChapterTwelve:Tarryn
ChapterThirteen:Loïc
ChapterFourteen:Valor
ChapterFifteen:Valor
ChapterSixteen:Tarryn
ChapterSeventeen:Loïc
ChapterEighteen:Loïc
ChapterNineteen:Valor
ChapterTwenty:Tarryn
Contents
ChapterTwenty-One:Loïc
ChapterTwenty-Two:Loïc
ChapterTwenty-Three:Valor
ChapterTwenty-Four:Tarryn
ChapterTwenty-Five:Tarryn
ChapterTwenty-Six:Loïc
ChapterTwenty-Seven:Loïc
ChapterTwenty-Eight:Valor
ChapterTwenty-Nine:Tarryn
ChapterThirty:Loïc
MorefromSorchaBlack
ChapterOne:Loïc
Valor is everything I hate.
Everything I envy Everything I admire. And now he is mine
I enjoyed spendingtime withSev. He didn’t judge me, rarelycracked a smile, and had the subterfuge of a Cro-Magnon. GrowingupinMartine’srealmhadmeantI’dhadtolearntoreadpeople’smercurialmoods,andpretendtobehumantoplease her Raisedawayfromher,Severinhadbeensparedallofthat Hewasthebettermanforit “Whendidyoudecideyouwerekeepinghim?”
He puthis arms around her, andshe lookedinordinatelypleased Itwas probablyhis wayofdrivinghome his pointfrom earlier,buttheaffectionsofteninghisnormallybroodingfacetoldmehedidn’tonlyholdherbecause she wantedit.Obviously, hegotsomethingfromit,too
“They’rekicking,”Minnowtoldme.“Doyouwanttofeel?” Inodded eagerly. The lasttime she’d offered had beenmonths ago, and Iwould never riskmakingher uncomfortable by asking Althoughshe’dmadeitclearthatourhistorywaswaterunderthebridge,Itriedtobecareful “Overhere.”Shetookmyhandandguidedittoonesideofherbelly.Amomentlater,oneofherbabiesbumpedmyhand. Notaflutterlikethelasttime,buttheslideofakneeorfootthatfeltlikeitwasjustontheothersideofherskin “Amazing.”Iwaitedandwasrewardedwithanother hardbumpbeforeIpulledawaymyhand.Ididn’tknow how longto standtherewithmyhandonherbellybeforethingsbecameawkward.“How’stheirbedroomcomingalong?” “Almostdone.Thedresserscamein,andthemuralisalmostfinished.”
I’d helped her trace out the huge, sleepy dragon, but she’d done most of the painting herself. It had been coming along
“Yes,exactly.”Shesmiledatmeinthewaythatalwaysmademeseeshecaredaboutmethewayshecaredabouttheother members ofthe family.Itwas differentthanhow she lovedmybrother,their husband,andtheir children,butstronglyall the same.
“I’dliketocometotheclinictowait,ifthat’snotuncomfortableforyou justtobenearwhenournewfamilymembersjoin us.” I hadn’t been welcome in the family when Prospero was born, and I’d accidentally missed Concordia’s birth while travelingaroundAustraliafortwomonths.
Tarryn is a reflection of all that is good in the world. Every bright thought Every tender feeling.
LoïcLeduc,Journal15
Far below the balcony, the occasional car trundled downthe deserted, lamp-litstreet. Wind tugged playfullyatmyclothes, dryingmysweat I’dneverclimbedquitesohighbefore,butitneededtobedone
As usual, the drapes weren’t closed. Who would bother closing the curtains when they lived so high up? None of the surroundingbuildingswerequiteastall,givingeveryfloorabovethefourthafeelingofrelativeprivacy.
The window next to it was not locked, however, so I slid throughand climbed onto the loveseat. The apartment was so familiar now that the dimness wasn’t disorienting Light fromthe city had a way of creeping into almost any roomwith a window.
Ifshe’d beenstanding, her nightshirtwould probablyreachher knee, butinsleep itbarelycovered the top ofher thighs. Littleflowerswerescatteredacrossthepalefabric
Mywomanwassoverybeautiful.Ididn’tdeserveher.
But
Insteadofamonsterunderherbed,shehadme.
Howcouldanyoneexpectmetogiveherupandlookforsomeoneelse?Nootherwomanwouldintriguemeasshedid her senseofhumor,thewayshelaughed,thequalityofhermind Thesoftcurveofherlips,whichwasmyrewardwhenshefound
Herchestroseandfellinadeep,slow rhythm.Myarrivalhadn’tdisturbedher.Abottleofpillsandglassofwateronher nightstand suggested she’d medicated herselfto sleep She never seemed to need those whenIwas withher or maybe she didn’ttrustmeenoughtotakethemwhensheknewIwasaround?
Shesighed,herbreastsindangerofspillingoutofthescoop-neckednightshirt Inhersleep,shesqueezedherthighstogether, thenmurmured and rolled to her belly. The movementshifted the nightshirthigher, twistingslightlyand risingalmostto her waist Beneathit, she wore a pair of simple cottonpanties that were anythingbut erotic, and yet more erotic because they weren’t. In lingerie she would be breathtaking beautiful and waiting to be fucked. But like this? Mussed…unaware. She didn’tknowIwashere.Shehadn’tputthisonwiththeanticipationofbeingseeninit. Thatmadeeverythingmoreforbidden.Moredelicious.
Sheshifted,tryingtogetcomfortable.Ilongedtostretchoutontopofher tomurmurinherearandgrindagainstherass, andlether know she wasn’talone Butshe didn’tsleepenough,anditseemedcruel towake her onher dayofftoslake my selfishdesireforher.
Mycockstrainedagainsttheconfinesofmyjeans,eagertoplungeintothehotgripofherpussy.Theroomsmelledlikeher soap and maybe a little like lust, althoughthe latter mighthave beenmysexuallyfrustrated imagination. She shifted again, squirmingherassfromsidetosideassheattemptedtosettle,ormaybetaketheedgeoffwhatevershewasdreamingabout.
Cautiously, Islid her underwear lower, mygaze movingfromthe now exposed dimples atthe bottomofher back, to her sleep-smoothedface,watchingtomakesureIdidn’tdisturbherrest.Idrewherpantiesdownherthighs,wonderingifshe’dbe offended
Icaressed the round curve ofher backside withmygaze. Iconsidered leavingher panties around her knees, buther body frettedatthewayherlegswerecaughttogether,soIdrewthemoffcompletely,carefulnottoletthetagtickleherfeet
Theamountoflightcomingfromthewindowlefttoomuchtomyimagination,soImovedsilentlytothehallwayandflipped on the light, knowing it wouldn’t shine in her eyes from this angle. When I returned to her room, she was still sleeping peacefully,motionless,beautiful,vulnerable,nudefromthewaistdown Herlegswereslightlyparted,relaxed
Gingerly, I sat on the bed next to her, trying to be satisfied, but my dick begged for more. I unbuttoned my jeans, then unzippedthemcarefully,onetoothatatime,thesoundloudinthesilenceoftheroom
Tinyrose-shapedbuttons heldthe pale pinksleepshirttogether.The swell ofher breasts puta strainonthe buttons,andI
groaned quietly, unable to stop myselffrombrushingmyfingers over them. How was a mere mortal supposed to resist the temptationofunfasteningthesweetlittlebuttonstorevealthebeautifulfleshbeneath?Ifoughtwithmyselfforafewmoments beforefinallygivingin Iwouldonlyloosenafew,exposemorecleavage WitheachbuttonIunfastened came a new excuse to go farther, until Icould brushaside the cottonfabric and expose her nakedbreaststomyhungrygaze Therewasbarelyenoughlighttoproperlyappreciatetherosytipsofherbreasts Theywere sosoftandperfectagainstmyfingertips,andthesilverhoopspiercingthemurgedmetoflickandtug.
PrecumleakedfrommypainfulerectionasItookherprettynipplesbetweenmyfingers,thengentlypinchedthemuntilthey were hard peaks. Itried to stop myself, butmylips needed to feel their softness, skinagainstskin, and Iallowed myselfto grazemylipscarefullyoverthesensitiveflesh,andthenofcourseitwasonlyamatterofmomentsbeforehernipplewasinmy mouth
Isuckedcarefully,alerttoeverychangeinherbreathingeventhoughmyownwasloudinmyears.Maybeitwasstrangeto toywithher breasts for myownpleasurerather thanhers,buttherewas nooneintheroomtojudgeme Iplayedwiththem withmymouthand tongue until theywere rosyand sensual inthe soft light, the gleamof mysaliva enhancingthe color. I strokedmycockafewmoretimes,takingsomeofmyprecumandwipingitonhersoftmouth Suchaprettymouth Briefly,I consideredmasturbatingintoit,butno.Igrippedmyballs,notreadytofinishthisillicitexploration. Damn.Herthighswereparted.
I ranmyfingers alongher inner thigh, the silkenfeel of her skinmakingmydickbob. I swept myindexfinger over the copiousamountsofprecumleakingfrommycock,grittingmyteethagainstthefrustratingpleasureitbrought,thenmovedmy fingersbetweenherthighs.Ispreadherlabia,exposingherslittothewarmairoftheroom.Moistureglistenedatheropening, asthoughherbodywasalerttowhatIwasdoingeventhoughherbrainslepton.Idaubedtheslicknessfrommycockagainst her clithood,usingittolubricatetheslideofmyfingers over thelittlenub Her clithoodpiercingmademefeel feral,as it alwayshad.
Irubbed her clithood withgentle,teasingstrokes,gatheringmore ofmyprecumto keepmyfingers slick.She shifted and quietlywhimperedinhersleep.Moremoisturegatheredatherentrance,thentrickled,makingmedesperateforrelief. Fuck.Justimaginingeasingintoherwhileshesleptmademycockthrobdangerously.Iimaginedherwakingupinthemiddle ofit ormaybeonlywakingupmuchlater,soreandstickyandconfused Whichwouldbebetter?
Iloweredmyselfbetweenher thighs,thendraggedmytonguethroughtheliquidapproval her bodyoffered.Shetastedtart andsmelledlikeheaven Iexploredeveryinchofhersweetpussy,tasting,stroking WhenIlickedlower,herbodyshuddered Shemumbledsomething,andIfrozeinplace,mytonguestillonher,butshedidn’twakeorpushmeaway.
Feral for her, Istood and pushed myjeans lower, thenmoved over her, tryingnotto jostle the bed. Gently, Itouched the weepinghead ofmycockto her slit, the warmthand dampness makingme bite backa groan Itwould take a saintto deny himselfnow,andnoonewouldeverbesillyenoughtocanonizesomeonelikeme. Justabitofpenetration,andthenI’dstop
Slowly, I slid hilt-deep inside her, myballs drawingup with the need to spill. Her body was lax her face serene and composed Ipulledpartwayouttheneasedbackin,revelinginthesightofherdishabille,andthesqueezeofherbodyaround mycock.Herlipswerepartedinsleep,andIletsalivapoolinmymouth,thendripdownintohers,feedinghermyspit.She swallowedconvulsively,hersoftmouthpinkandwet.
“There’smygoodgirl.”Ilickedherbottomlip,thenkissedherunresponsivemouthliketheweirdestofcreeps. Myhips found a gentle rhythmthatgraduallypicked up pace as mycontrol slipped. Her bodywas limp and pliantunder mine,andIcouldn’thelpbutgatherhertomeandslideinasdeepasshecouldtakeme,asIgotclosertotheedge Herbreaststrembledwitheachcarefulthrust,theirrosetipsglintingwiththecruelmetalringssheworeinthem.
Atanymomentshe’dwake,butfor now she was amarionette withnopuppeteer a beautiful doll tofill withmylust La belle au bois dormant.Iwouldbethevillaininherstory,takingwhatIwantedinsteadofachastekiss.Theevilprincewho wouldvisiteverynighttoadmire,taste,touch,fill herup…thenwatchinraptfascinationasherbellyswelledwiththelifeI putinsideher.
“Fuck,”Igroaned.“Doyouwantmycum, ma jolie?Ican’tholdbackanylonger.”
Noanswerpassedherlips Herbrowwassmooth,stillunawareshewasbeingfucked Hermindwasfaraway Myorgasmrefusedtoobeymeanylonger,strainingatthebaseofmycockuntilitbrokemycontrol,burstingfrommewith suchviolencethatIsobbed Thesoundechoedintheroom,loudandhumiliating,butIwastoofargonetocare Ipumpedinto her againand again, the pleasure almosttoo muchto bear. Whenthe stormhad ebbed to after shudders, Iheld myselfdeep inside her pussy, and I could have swornit rippled around me. She gave a fitful snore and mumbled something. I laughed silently,surprisedshe’dsleptthroughallofit
Carefully,Ipulledout,tryingnottowastemygifttoher.Islidapillowunderherbottom,hopingtokeepmyseedwhereit would do the mostgood Awkwardly, Ishifted offher and checked, findingsome ofmycumslidingfromher prettypussy I scoopeditwithmyfingersandpusheditbackin,enjoyinghowslickI’dmadeherandthesightofherbrimmingwithmyclaim onher
“Oh, that. I only meant to play, but your body became very insistent. I gave it what it wanted I think you even had an orgasm. If you don’t remember I’ll gladly give you another one now.” He set his coffee aside and crawled over me, then rubbedhisnoseagainstmine.
Hewrappedhisarmsaroundmefrombehindandgavemeanawkward,reassuringsqueeze “Justmyinitials,”hewhispered in my ear. “I made them small and pretty, see?” He dragged his finger in a circle around the spot that felt the way raw hamburger probablywould feel ifitwas still sentient. Ishuddered as he nibbled onmyearlobe. His hard cockwas slotted againstmyspine “Ihadtomakesurepeopleknowyou’remine”
Ineeded to be protesting, buthis gaze inthe mirror…his deep voice inmyear…myclitthrobbed so hard mymind went completelyblank
Mind?Hecoulddothisallday,andIwouldnevermind. Oh,thetattoo Shit Valorwouldbepissed,butitwastoolatenow Ididn’tevenhaveanyothertattoos Itfeltverytabooto haveaman’smarkofownershiponme especiallywhenhewasn’tmyhusband. “You should have asked first,” I admonished There was no bite in the statement, though He was keeping me far too distractedtothinkhardaboutit.Hismouthwasopenagainstthebackofmyneck,hisbreathhot. Hegroaned.“SuchamessImadeinthisprettylittlecunt.”
His gaze was wild, possessive. I looked to the markof ownership he’d made inmyflesh, and couldn’t help but squirm againsthishand Apparently,anabsoluteparadeofredflagswastotallymykink “You’resotoxic.”Theaccusationwasbreathyinsteadofcutting.
“Maybe, butonlyinthe funway” He pulled his finger outofme, and before Icould objectto its loss, he satme onthe bathroomcounter.“Areyousore?”
“Yes,andIdon’tevenrememberanyofit.”
He tskedandcrouchedbetweenmythighs “Youarered,poorthing CanIkissitbetter?”
Ithreadedmyfingersthroughhissilkyhair,envyingthesmoothdarkwaterfallofitandadmiringhisthickdarklashes How couldsuchabeautifulmanbeobsessedwithmelikethis?Itwaslikehavingaforceofnaturefallinlovewithyou. Wasitlove?
The sensationmade me squeal and tryto squirmaway, but he wouldn’t allow it He rubbed myclit withhis fingers and lickedpartsofmeIdidn’twanttothinkaboutasIpantedandwhined.
Fingers fumbling, Iunbuttoned his jeans, butIneeded his help to free his cock. The thingwas muchmore intimidatingat closequarters.I’dwatchedValorgodownonhimseveraltimes,butstrangely,I’dneverdoneitmyself.
Ihadadifficulttimedoingitjusticesincedislocatingmyjawtoaccommodatehimwasn’tworking.Hedidn’tseemtomindmy struggle, though, and he gasped and twisted beneathme ina waythatstroked myego. Itwas odd, suckingcockwithoutmy partner controllingme I found myself playing, makinghimsloppy, takingmytime, learningwhat he liked His everygasp turnedmeon,makingtheacheinmylowerbellysobadIcouldn’twaitanylonger.
I’dswipedthecoatofftherackandhadahandonthedoorhandlewhenhecaughtmeandswungmearoundtofacehim He wasmakingaweirdgrowlingsound,andhispaleeyeswereabsolutelymenacing.
“Youcan’tgetawayfromme,Tarryn Iwon’tallowit”
He slammed me againstthe door hard enoughto make me gasp. Betweenus, he freed himselffromhis jeans and before I couldprotest,he’dpinnedmetothedoorandslidmeupward,gettingbetweenmythighs.
For a moment, he stared into my eyes, gulping air. He was shaking with adrenaline, and barely seemed able to contain himself.Jawflexing,helinedhimselfupwithmypussyandshovedhiswayinside,nottakinghistimethewayheusuallydid. Hewasbigenoughtomakeithurt,butIwassowetmybodyfiguredouthowtotakehim atleastuntilhehitmycervix,andI yelped.Heheldmeinplace,histhumbsdiggingintomyhips,oneofthemrightintomyfreshtattoo.
I padded down the hall to the bedroomshe let me use sometimes, avoiding the servants, not looking anyone in the eye. Everyoneknewbetterthantonoticeme itwasthefastestwaytogetfired HadInotusedmytongueenough?Hadthesuctionbeenlacking?
Iracked mybrain, analyzingeverythingI’d done, tryingto imagine things fromher perspective so Icould make itbetter Once,lastmonth,she’dputahandtomyhair.Ithadfeltalmostaffectionate,butIhadn’tmanagedtoearnitagain. Stupid,stupidboy.
was her favorite Everythinginmyclosetwas grim Maybe one dayshe would like me more and Icould askfor a brighter color oranaccessory.MaybeifIdidagoodjobtoday,she’dsmile,evenifitwasn’tatme.
[Chaos] I sent you a gift. Check your cloud [Nymph] He’s here again. You might want to call me before you watch what he sent you Missed call from Tarryn Shit.
AlthoughIwas curious, Istretched and headed for the bathroom, needingto take a piss before Istarted dealingwithhis bullshit Thattaskwaseasiersaidthandone,consideringmydickwasalreadyanticipatingwhatmightbewaitingforme Watchingthemtogetheralwaysmademewildlyjealous,butitgotmeoffsohardIwaslearningtodealwithit.Thefactthat theywerespendingsomuchtimetogethernowwasworse.Fuckinghimwasonething,butnowthemanhadinsinuatedhisway intoourrelationship
Hebegantotouchher,andaguilty,unreasonablearousalmademycocktwitch.SheandIhadanagreementinplacewhere wewereallowedtowakeeachotherupwithsex,butthiswasdifferent.Hewasdeliberatelytryingnottowakeher.Icould see the struggle in his expression the awareness that he was doing something taboo, but he didn’t stop. Why wasn’t she wakingup?
Hadheevercomeintomyroomanddonethingsto me whileI’dslept?
Ihadthevolumecranked,buttherecordingwasmostlysilent,otherthanthewhisperofskinonskin. Iclenchedmyhands,missingthesoftnesshetouched.Iimaginedbeinghim,thenher,notsurewhichrolewashottertomein this scenario Uncomfortable, I shifted, then eventually gave in and shoved down my boxers Gripping my cock felt less satisfyingthanherpussyorhishand,butitwasallIhad,andIneededtorelievetheache. Histouchesweregettingmoreinvasive
I shuddered, gasped. Unable to hold back, I moaned, stroking harder, watching as he fucked her gently, then with more urgency Hegatheredhertohim,andherheadlolledtotheside,stillasleep,remindingmeofthetimesI’dcarriedhertobed but I’d never sunkmycockinto her tight, wet heat while she was completelyoblivious. The orgasmpulsed throughme in violent,guiltywaves.Hotcumlashedmysheet,mylap,myhand,mylaptop.
Iyanked offmyT-shirtand used itto cleanup the mess I’d made as Ikeptaneye onLeduc. He wiped ata small section inside her hip, thenhovered his other hand over her midsection, and angled his head, as thoughtryingto decide something Whatwashedoing?Therewasadeviceinhishand.Heswitchedthethingonanditbuzzed avibrator? No,notthewayhewasmovinghishand,andnotwherehewasusingit Suddenly,Iknewwhathewasdoing. To my fuckingwife. MyphonebuzzedandIpickeditup Tarryn.
“You’regoingtoseehimandforgetallaboutkillinghim thenhe’sgoingtotalkyouintoblowinghim.” Furious,Iwantedtobarkadenialather,butIwastooworriedthatshemightberight Again “Ifuckinghatehim.”
I grinned, despite myself, not even caring that he had no reason to know I hadn’t been home all evening Loïc knew everything,andIwasgettingusedtothat. “Atameeting.”
“Only insofar as there are no principles” He was still frowning at me, looking self-righteous and arrogant I wanted to smackhisbeautiful,sanctimoniousface.
His hands were immediatelyonme, roving, slidingup under myloose T-shirt to discover I wasn’t wearinga bra. Then again, this was Loïc He probablynotonlyknew Iwas braless, butknew whichbra I’d thoughtaboutputtingon, and what drawer itwas in.Itshouldhavebeencreepy hell,it was creepy buthis weirdstalkinghabitmade me feel like Iwas the centerofhisworld Well,thecenterofhisworldIsharedwithmyhusband Iwasn’tgreedyenoughtobemadaboutthat “Tarryn,areyouwithLoïc?”Liza’svoicemademeblush,asthoughshemightbeabletoseewhathewascurrentlydoing. Hismouthwasonthebackofmyneck,sendingshiverseverywhere Itriedtowriggleoutofhisgrasp,andwasmorethan happywhenhedidn’tallowmetogetaway.
He was such a dork on the phone sometimes Usually, it came off as rude and self-important, but he’d obviously never learnedphoneetiquette.Thereweresomanyweirdholesinhissocialization.
“The ratings for the episodes that just aired were so high that they’ve decided to keep me on longer.” He grimaced apologetically.“I’msorry.IswearIdidn’tdothisonpurpose.”
“Aretheyreplacingmewithyouasthemaincharacter?”
He huffed a laughthenrealized Iwas serious “No!Thatwould make no sense Whywould theymake a villainthe main character?”
He gave me an assessing look. He could always see through my bullshit. It was disturbing having someone in my life I couldn’teffectivelytelllittlewhiteliesto
“Maybepartofmemissessettingmyownscheduleandspendingmoretimewithmyhusband.Icouldstarttryingforababy again.”Ishrugged.“Thisshowisoneofthebestthingsthat’severhappenedtome.It’severythingI’veworkedtowardallthese years,butIthinkit’sstillnormaltosometimesresentthestrangleholdit’stakenonmylife” “Isuppose.”Hepulledmecloser.“IguessthatmeansI’llbeherelonger.Damn.” “Maybeit’stimeyougetyourownplace” He frowned. “Getmyownplace? Whywould Ido that? I’ll make a little space for myselfinthe closet, and you’ll never knowIwashere I’llpayforeverything” “Areyougoingtosleepinthatcloset,too?” Iwasn’tsurewhyIwascomplaining heneveractuallysleptinmybed.Hell,I’dneverseenthemansleep. “Itmightbeatightfitforthetwoofus,butifthat’swhatyou’reinto,I’mgame” Isighed,pushedhimaway,andwenttothefridgewhereIgrabbedthewaterjug.Ipouredmyselfaglassandchuggedhalfof it WhenIwasdone,hewaswatchingmewithraptattention
“Havingyoustayhere temporarilywhile we filmed a few episodes was one thing, butyoucan’tmove inwithme. What aboutValor?”
Whenhewasgone,wemissedhim,eventhoughweshouldn’t Self-consciously,Iputmyhandovertheinitialshe’dcarved into mychest. They’d healed over since he putthemthere, butthey’d scar. Everytime Icaughtsightoftheminthe mirror, I tried to be angry, but instead I felt deliciously owned If anything, I was angry about how much it turned me on and embarrassedathowoftenI’dgottenofftothememoryofhimcuttingme. Whatthefuckwaswrongwithme?
Loïcswallowedmywife’seuphoriccriesasshewrithedbeneathhim.Thesightofhimpinningher wristsaboveher head mademefeelfaintwithlust,asthoughnotenoughbloodwasreachingmybrain
“It’s amazingwhata tidysumofmoneycanconvince evenmoral people to do. Besides, youletme do all ofthe talking, remember?” He winked ather and rose fromthe bed, thenheaded into the bathroom He paused atthe doorwayand looked overhisshoulder,findingmeoglinghim.Myjeanswerestillundone,althoughIhadmanagedtotuckawaymyhard-onbeforeI wascaughtbeingacompleteperv.“Youknow,Iwasreallyexpectingyoutosaysomethingearlier.Iguessyoureallydoprefer watching”
Mywifepushedupinbed,her eyesgrowingroundwhenshefoundmestandingintheshadows Her hair wassex-mussed andhercheeksandneckwereflushedfromherorgasm.Shealmostreachedforthesheettocoverhernakedness,butthenleftit where it was. Her tits were mauled, marked, nipples sucked, bitten, and rosy. Her pussy he’d filled her withcum, and it glistenedwithhisclaimonher.Fuck,shewasgorgeous.ThiswaswhatI’dbeenanticipatingwhenI’dinvitedLoïctojoinus thatfirstnight,butIhadn’tbeenabletoenjoytheaftermaththewayI’dexpected.
“Ohmygod!You’re here!You’re actuallyhere!” Her expressionand tone were a mixofdelightand mortification “How muchofthatdidyousee?”
Iwatchedthisconversationlikeaping-pongmatch.Nomatter whatLoïcwantedustobelieve,notevenhewouldbribea medical professional, right? If anything, he would be delighted to sow doubt in our minds which would make the truth completelyirrelevant…unlessthereturnedouttobeanactualpregnancy.
My heart was thundering in my ears as I yanked the sheet off her. I was always hungry for my beautiful wife, but this? Knowinghe’djusttakenhermademealmostwildwiththeneedtogetinsideher. Hereyeswerewidewithalarm.
