Page 32 of Between the Sheets


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Then reach over and push them deep into Bret’s ass.

He trembles. Groans. Begs. Arches his back. He’s on the verge of busting his nut. “Aaaaah, shiiiiit…yeah, fuck…suck that shit. Fuuuuuck!”

I shudder. Moan. Give in to ecstasy. “Aaaah fuuuuuuck…I’m cuuuummin’…”

The three of us nut in unison.

Bret in Marika’s mouth.

Marika all over my cock.

And me…deep inside my baby’s hot cunt.

FOURTEEN

Marika

Late Monday morning finds me standing in the middle of the kitchen with Marcel pulling me into him, his hands gripping my ass. I can feel his dick pressing into my abdomen. And the juices soaking through my black La Perla Brazilian briefs and glazing my heated cunt lips is evidence of how aroused I am.

“I had a great weekend with you, baby,” he says before kissing my forehead. “I don’t know how I ever got to be so lucky to have such a fine-ass, freaky wife.”

I look up into his eyes and smile. Great is an understatement to describing this past weekend in Beverly Hills with him. We are both still floating from our weekend getaway. It was everything I’d hoped for, and more. Delicious. Raunchy. Seductive. Sinful. Taboo.

We didn’t bed any women this trip. Only men.

Two of them.

And it left me satiated. My pussy well-fucked. Throbbing. Aching. Quivering. And lustfully awaiting our next rendezvous point.

The beautiful island of Saint Lucia.

Four months from now.

And there, we will feast on pussy and ass and bouncing breasts.

“I’m the lucky one,” I say, placing my hands up on his muscled shoulders. “I needed that. And there’s no one else I could ever imagine experiencing any of it with.”

Marcel grins. “Likewise. We both needed that, baby.” He kisses me on the lips. “There’s nothing more intoxicating than being surrounded by a bunch of obnoxiously beautiful muhfuckas.”

“Mmm…” I lick my lips, remembering all the beautiful scantily clad vixens and handsomely, sculpted men, all in search of a salacious night of scandalous fucking.

Marcel leans in. His tongue traces the seam of my lips before I part them and he slips his tongue inside. I shut my eyes, imagining being locked in a candlelit suite filled with the musical sounds of grunts and moans and oohs and aahs.

Marcel is blindfolded.

Anticipation and desire building into a slow fire as I wait for the naked man wrapped in bronze-colored skin and rippling muscles to slap his hard dick up against Marcel’s lips. He tells Marcel to stick his tongue out, then slides his dick over it. Tells Marcel to kiss his cockhead. Marcel kisses the tip and kisses around it, then licks it.

He moans.

I moan.

I play in my pussy watching. Delighting in the debauchery unfolding in front of me. I reach for a dildo, slide it up and down and over my clit, then push it into my wetness as Marcel’s mouth opens around the nameless man’s dick and he massages the tip with his lips.

I moan as Marcel sucks Mr. Nameless’ cock deep into his mouth, every inch filling his mouth. I fuck myself silly as Marcel fucks the nameless man with his tongue.

His dick is thick, very thick. But not as long as Marcel’s, then again…not many of our male lovers are ever as long as he is. Some have come very close to it—eleven, eleven-and-a-half, even twelve. But still none to match or surpass what Mother Nature has blessed Marcel with. Thirteen inches is a lot of dick to come by. And it’s all mine. And whomever else we allow to share it with.

I come over and over, bucking my hips as Mr. Nameless bucks his dick hard into Marcel’s mouth, moaning and grunting as hot semen splashes the back of his throat and floods into his mouth.

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