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Those doe eyes come back to me in a flash, though, and my cock hardens even more.
I shouldn’t want her. We haven’t had any discussions about any intimate relationships between us. It’s just kinky with her, nothing romantic or sexual. She’s involved with my wife, not me. Not really.
But my body betrays the logic that my mind is trying to use and my cock thickens. I grip it in my hand, willing it to go away, but my body has its own ideas and my hand pumps my length without my permission.
The tight grip around my cock has me remembering last night. How I watched Bex fuck Naomi with a dildo until she screamed and squirted all over her.
The image shifts and now it’s me fucking into Naomi with my own flesh and blood. I can see how her face would twist in pleasure as I bring her closer to the edge of bliss so clearly in my mind that it feels real.
My hand works up and down my length as I imagine how Naomi and I would join in body and mind. Flashes of her bright smile, her abundant breast and hips, the stretch marks across her stomach, everything about her runs through my head.
Bex would watch us. She’d lie to the side of us to caress and tease Naomi as I fuck her. She’d kiss her passionately as I drive into her tight channel, my cock enveloped by her warmth.
My wife would reach down to play with Naomi’s clit, and just as the vibrator sent Naomi over the edge last night, the fast rhythm Bex would set with her fingers would drive Naomi over the edge.
Naomi’s walls would squeeze me so tightly that she forces me out of her just like she did the dildo and then she’d soak me.
But I’d want more.
I’d bury my face in her pussy, drawing out her orgasm and forcing her to squirt again. The dream of having Naomi cry out my name in pleasure as she comes for a second time is what has me coming to completion.
My eyes open and I take in the sight of my cum on the shower wall.
“Shit,” I whisper, guilt coming over me now that the high of my orgasm is receding.
I splash water to wipe away the evidence of my shame before quickly scrubbing down my sinful body.
Walking back into the bedroom to dress is worse than confronting nightmares because these women sleeping so peacefully are the queens who will have me on my knees for them.
I pull on my boxers and round the bed to slide in behind Bex. I wrap her in my arms, burying my face in her hair, which still faintly smells of barbeque and hay.
I stay like that for a while, but soon the temptation to reach out to Naomi is too much. She shifts slightly in her sleep, whimpering as though she’s embarking on the start of a bad dream, and I reach over to put my hand on her hip.
Immediately, she stills under my touch and her whole body relaxes once more.
These women have me so royally fucked.
Chapter 19
Alvaro
Iwake to find Bex and Naomi intertwined like vines. As I look at where they’re curled together, conflicted feelings pop up. There’s a glow in my chest at seeing them. They just look so good, in a way that makes me feel almost out of place.
Forcing myself out of the room, I go into the kitchen and start rummaging through cabinets and drawers to pull out supplies for breakfast. As I’m starting to put things together and pulling out pans, Naomi strolls into the kitchen.
“Hey,” she whispers, sleep still in her eyes.
“Morning, bun,” I reply softly, and she smiles. “Coffee? Juice?”
“Juice, please.”
I get her a glass of orange juice, some water, and her medications.
“What about Bex?” she asks.
I glance toward the hall leading to the bedroom. “She’ll get up when she smells food.”
The kitchen is quiet as I finish pulling out the ingredients and supplies for a full breakfast. Then Naomi joins me and the energy picks up in the room, zipping under my skin.
