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she was, watching her husband like he was
a virtual stranger. Somehow Brooke was casting an aura of control
over everything, asserting herself in a way Eva had never expected
but now could not deny.
    “I want you to watch. You need to stay there until I
say,” Brooke said. Eva looked on in amazement, the submissive and
differing Brooke she had known until now had so thoroughly vanished
Eva wondered if she was only now seeing Brooke’s true character.
Brooke pressed her legs between Peter’s, opening him for her as she
slowly dropped to her knees. Nestled between his powerful thighs
Brooke held his calves at her sides, then slid her hands up his
legs, scratching her nails through his pants to tantalize his skin
and muscles underneath the fabric.
    Bending her fingers, Brooke’s hands looked like
exquisite claws, Eva thought. Peter breathed in, his strong chest
growing and rising with his arousal. Brooke looked to him, pinning
him where he sat with an assertive spark in her eye. Then her hand
moved over the thick bump in his pants Eva knew was his fabulous
cock. Brooke held it and teased it, moving it back and forth with
her hand. Her fingers danced up and down its length with ease, like
she owned it. Eva recognized the movements as those of a happy wife
enjoying her treasure. She had made the same entitled motions
hundreds of times herself.
    Her hands clawed back down his legs, slipping off his
shoes, then his socks.
    Then her hands were on his belt. At the metal click
of his buckle opening, Eva felt the warmth of her pussy ripple in
greed. The moist release inside, beginning to drip from her swollen
lips, seemed to trickle away her last bits of control. Now all she
wanted was to submit.
    She did, by staying put. Eva could only watch Brooke
and Peter with an intensity she could not fathom, like her skin and
ears and hair and blood all observed this ‘husband and wife’ along
with her eyes. Her mouth opened unconsciously as she saw Peter’s
cock sprang free, tall and full, with a delightful waiver at its
own weight and firm length.
    Eva let out an involuntary whine of need. Brooke
closed her fingers around the base with a light touch, sliding her
hand up his shaft. Near the base, Eva noticed a smeared ring of red
and recognized it as the same shade as Brooke’s lipstick. When she
lifted her eyes to Brooke’s, Eva discovered Brooke was already
watching her. There was a look on Brooke’s face like a silent
invitation to speak. But Eva said nothing.
    “Is this what you want?” Brooke prompted. The soft
words hit Eva’s ears like a demand.
    “Yes,” Eva said. She had been denying herself Peter’s
body for the last four days as a way to build up the anticipation
for this moment. Now it was overpowering. Or would be if Brooke
wasn’t asserting so such unexpected, wonderful authority. The
feeling of denial, of Brooke enforcing her denial, felt like an
entire new and unknown avenue in Eva’s sexual cravings.
    Brooke raised her eyebrow and Eva knew she had
misstepped.
    “I want it,” Eva said. “I want you too. I want to
lick you, feel your pussy. I want to serve you and please you. I
want to give myself to you and him. Please.”
    Brooke looked at her in silence. Eva spoke to fill
the void and surprised even herself.
    “I want to watch you. I want to see what you do when
you’re alone.”
    A smile curled across Brooke’s lips, her eyes
lingered on Eva as she stroked Peter’s cock to a harder, higher
stiffness. Her look was so dominating, Eva shrank at its wonderful
heat. Her eyes found Peter’s. There she saw a flicker of the
husband she knew, for a solacing moment.
    “Watch for now, but I expect you to do your share
soon,” Brooke said. Her fingers grasped Peter’s chin, turning his
face to hers, claiming him as her lips and tongue pressed his. Like
that, Eva was witnessing them in a private moment. Peter’s mouth
was tender, brushing and sucking. Brooke was in no mood for
tenderness, flashing her teeth