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snapped like an elastic band.
    “Relax, Ariane.”
    I forced my tight band of muscle to ease as the wide head of his cock nudged my anus. When Quinn said “relax” in that guttural voice, I always knew what was coming.
    I dropped my forehead onto the straw, closed my eyes and let out a groan of part pleasure, part desperation for him to enter me in his favorite place.
    My fingers didn’t let up, catching and circling my clit just the way I liked. Aware of Quinn pushing forward, I braced my spine, loosened my sphincter and let him gain access to my darkest hole.
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    “Ah, fuck, yeah,” he moaned, dropping his head to the base of my neck again.
    “Fuck, yeah.” He pushed in some more, stretching and filling me. Sharp and tight, rigid and wide, he invaded me in the most primal of ways.
    I gasped and claimed the start of a wonderfully intense orgasm that had been simmering hotly in my sex. “Now, Quinn, come with me now,” I moaned into straw that scratched my cheek and poked into my hair. I continued to drag blindly at my clitoris, feeling my pussy weep with moisture.
    He forged forward, entering me until his balls hit my lips and my butt was cradled by his loins. A deeply carnal groan vibrated from his chest, rumbling around the darkening stable and into my body.
    My head snapped up as my whole pelvis erupted. I cried out in ecstasy and soared through an orgasm so wild it had my toes curling in my boots and my scalp tingling.
    Everywhere else in between was pulsating, flying, throbbing as if it would never stop.
    Quinn’s body heat left my back. He stood tall, wrapped his hands around my hips and dragged me harder onto his cock, impaling me.
    “Jeez, like that, oh, fuck.”
    Then he was pumping inside me, his cock spurting as he rode through his own climax. I carried on working my clit, drawing out the pleasure of having him claim my body in such carnal possession.
    Orgasm retreating, I pulled my hand from between my legs and dropped my cheek onto the prickly bale. My heated breaths were hard and collected in a mist in front of my face. My heart pounded loud and wild as it rang through my ears.
    “Oh, that was so damn good,” he panted, easing his cock from me. “You okay?” He bent to kiss the exposed, damp hollow of my back.
    “Never better.” My tight hole felt scorched and satisfied. My clit was still humming with sensation.
    “Great way to celebrate,” he said, lifting me gently to face him.
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    I allowed him to move my weak body into his arms and draped my hands around his neck. His softening cock pressed against my stomach and I was aware once more of the cool air around my butt cheeks.
    “Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “Perfect way to celebrate.” Now I felt truly satisfied. Fucking both my husbands within a few hours of each other always gave me a lovely, hazy glow. All going for it together was the perfect way to reach postcoital bliss but this was good too. Really good.
    He kissed me softly as he pulled up my pants and smoothed down my t-shirt.
    I broke the kiss, reached down and tucked his cock into his suit pants. He leaned back and watched my hands on him, touching him, caring for him. A sense of pride and possessiveness welled within me. This was the brilliant surgeon who’d just won one of the biggest pharmaceutical grants in the industry and he was all mine. His heart, his body, his gorgeous cock. I bet when he stood in that boardroom this afternoon commanding respect and making important, life-altering decisions, none of the company directors would have guessed he’d come home and celebrate by fucking his wife, who he shared with his best friend, up the ass in a dark, cold stable.
    “You hungry?” he asked quietly.
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Chapter Two
    I locked up the stable and shooed the hens into their pen for the night. Quinn stood and watched. He was never helpful with the hens, apart, of course,