Watching his cock  inside me, I lift myself up on my elbows. I gasp, "You feel great!"

He pulls halfway out and thrusts shallowly, making me shut my eyes. "Grace, you enjoy my cock in your pussy?   You're greedy."

“Yes.” I groan and pluck my nipples and breasts. He promised to fuck me, but he's teasing and driving me insane. “Hurry. He may awaken.”

"Nope, not hurrying." He sags into me, then retreats. "Grace! Orgasming doesn't moisten your husband's cock. You're not feeling well because of Darren's cock. You're not clamoring for his cock."

I love his nasty, cruel phrases. I slump back onto the sofa and rub his arms and chest. "Yes. It's not his cock spreading me out." I touch his stomach. "Yours" I stare into his eyes. He's gazing at me like he never wants this to stop, like he's as invested as I am.   "Smack me, Milo. Make me come so hard I have to hide my cries or I'll wake him and he'll see you pounding me with your enormous cock."

He hooks his arms around my thighs to keep me wide as he crushes his body against mine. Milo kisses me as he slow-fucks. He kisses my jaw, then leaves my lips. "Remember that 3-year-old trip?"

I understand immediately.

Another holiday spot. This one was in the Caribbean, a large suite Darren insisted on since we didn't need separate rooms for Milo. I shakily kiss his shoulder and neck.   I groan as he grinds deep into my G-spot. We drank more with Darren.

"That's not everything." Milo's slowing down, working that area within me with each hip swivel. "I went for water and saw you on the sofa. He pushed up your top and worshiped your breasts." My earlobe is pinched. "He removed your skirt and ate your pussy.""

"  Later, I caught a sight of him. I believed he entered and then left. That's hot. ”

He laughs and kisses my right breast's upper curves. Too busy riding your husband's tongue. Digging your hands into his hair and stroking your pussy over his face."

It was so nasty that Darren was groping me while Milo was around. I wasn't silent. Then I rode his cock." Milo was standing in the hallway shadows, watching us hungrily. I didn't try to hide or stop. I fucked Darren. Milo was gone when we finished, so I pretended I'd dreamt him.

Sharply, I inhale. "If you saw us, I couldn't pretend otherwise."

"Yes," He mouths my breasts. His cock is unbelievably deep in this position, and I adore how his lips feels on my nipples. "I'd have said nothing."

Another tremendous orgasm is approaching. “No?”

“No. I would have kneeled like Darren.” His speech is harsh like his fucking. "Just lifted her skirt and kissed her pussy. I'd fuck you after you covered my face. Like.” He bites my breast hard enough to pain and make me scream loudly. "So far in, Grace?"

I gasp "yes."

"Fill up"  "Let me pump you up, sweetie. I'll never tell." Milo shoves me. "I enjoy the notion of you going back to him drenched. You're married to him, but this pussy is mine.”

Darren's voice is near. "Not really."

 Darren is standing on the opposite side of the coffee table, observing us. I'll explain I push Milo, but his cock is still in me.

D“If you're that shameless, keep going.”

“Darren—”

But Milo has an odd face. "She was needy.I c ared for her. That's it."

Darren slowly around the coffee table with narrowed eyes. As I watch him, my heart races and I feel dizzy. He'd be angry if not for the hard-on pushing against his jeans.

  Darren eventually stares at me, his gaze resting where Milo's cock spears me, travelling up over my stomach to my crimson breasts, and then landing on my face. 'You want my closest buddy to come, wife? "he doesn't wait for me to respond So take it.

 Darren wraps his fingers around Milo's cock, pushing him away. We gasp and scream as we see Darren jack Milo in disbelief. My spouse has dark blue eyes and a tightened mouth. "But that's my pussy, and only I go in. " 

 “You have to earn that privilege, and you won't do it by fucking my wife behind my back.”

Milo is gasping and staring at Darren's fist around his cock. He moans low and seductive, then comes. Darren directs his come in bursts on my burning pussy. I recoil at the sensation, but I can't stop spreading my thighs further, whimpering.

Milo sprawls on the sofa when Darren shoves him there, shocked. Husband jabs me with two fingers. "You want him, Grace? You're that desperate for another guy, my closest fucking buddy, that you're here like a slut? You'll get his come.” He withdraws and re-digs his fingers into Milo's come. 

I'm shaky. I'm trying to be motionless, but I rise my hips as he touches me. “Please.”

  He palms my pussy, spreading his hand in the stickiness. "You fucked someone and he didn't give it to you, right?" He sneers at Milo.   "Let me show you"

Darren and I have played several games. I never seen him like this. Cruel in a sexy manner. He blinks and raises his brows. “So, Grace? You need it?"

“Yes.” Shaking, I grab his trousers."  Yes, I want your cock. Please. Now"

"Sure, baby. You need nothing else, do you? He rises and undresses. I lick my lips at his cock as if I didn't take him down my throat previously. Darren dumps me on Milo by putting his arm under my waist. We both freeze, but my hubby sears my hips. For all the nasty talk about Milo's gigantic cock, Darren is just as large and understands how to hit all the right spots.

He fucked me over Milo.

Darren puts his hands on my hips (Milo's) and gives him a grim glare. Do something beneficial if you're here. Play her tits.”