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naked, fucking and sucking and sliding against each other. Wanted to see Elizabeth on her knees with Marc’s cock in her mouth. But first she had to taste Elizabeth’s pussy.
    Her heart was working overtime. It took all she had not to rip the dress from Elizabeth, throw her onto the bed and bury her face in her cunt. Instead she waited until their kiss was finished then led Marc over to an easy chair. A chair that she’d placed in just the right place for the night’s events.
    He sat and smiled up at her. Still in his white dress shirt and black trousers, he looked like sin personified. She smiled back then turned to Elizabeth.
    â€œDid you like the taste of my husband?” she asked, as she reached around to the back of Elizabeth’s neck and undid her dress. Held by only one fastening, the dress pooled around her hips, exposing her round breasts with their erect, pointed nipples. Her skin was the colour of ripe peaches, golden and rosy. Marc made an appreciative noise.
    â€œI did,” Elizabeth said, her eyes on Christa. “I want to taste more. But first you.”
    She turned Christa around and swept her shoulder-length hair away from her zipper then slid it down, pulling the dress as she went. Christa stepped out of it while Elizabeth unclasped her bra, then slid her fingers slowly down Christa’s spine. Each touch from the other woman wound Christa up more and more, making her breath short and her pussy wet. She turned back to Elizabeth and pulled her toward her so their breasts touched, nipple to nipple. Then she kissed her again, needing to feel the whole long length of her body, to run her hands up her back and press her tight against her.
    Christa pushed Elizabeth’s dress down so she could step out of it. She was so beautiful. She cupped her hand under Elizabeth’s breast then dipped her head to taste her. Her moan matched Elizabeth’s as she sucked and nuzzled and took her nipple between her teeth to pull lightly.
    â€œOh, God,” Elizabeth muttered. “Oh, God I need to fuck you.”
    â€œYes,” Christa murmured. “Now.”
    She pulled Elizabeth over to the king-sized bed and proceeded to strip her of her thong, then wriggled out of her own. Elizabeth lay across the bed, with her blonde hair splayed out around her head and her eyes glittering with hungry desire. Christa couldn’t remember when she’d wanted anyone as much.
    As always, she could feel Marc’s gaze on her, on both of them. Glancing toward him, she could see that while he leaned back in his chair, seemingly nonchalant, the burning intensity in his eyes and the tight bulge in his pants told a different story.
    â€œThat makes you hot, doesn’t it, having your husband watch,” Elizabeth gasped.
    â€œYes. Always.”
    â€œI can see why. Fuck, he’s gorgeous,” she said as Christa pulled her into her arms. “But I want him to do more than just watch.”
    Christa rubbed herself against the full length of Elizabeth’s body and kissed her over and over. “Oh, I think he will tonight,” she said between kisses. “We’ll make him.”
    She circled Elizabeth’s nipple with her tongue as she cupped her sex. Elizabeth arched her back and groaned as Christa slid two fingers into her. She couldn’t get enough of Elizabeth’s breasts. Fucking her with her fingers, Christa nibbled and sucked and gently bit Elizabeth’s flesh.
    â€œAh, God! Deeper,” the other woman moaned.
    Christa sat up and leaned over Elizabeth, stretching to open the bedside table. She extracted a flesh-coloured vibrator and some lube. She showed it to the other woman who grinned and opened her legs wide.
    â€œI was hoping some toys would come out.”
    Christa looked down at her glistening sex. “You’re so wet. I think we can dispense with the lube for now.”
    She knelt next to Elizabeth and slowly pushed the vibrator in, then