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Another unspoken man-to-man order.
    This time Brent came to stand before me on the other side of the couch. He kneeled on the leather cushion and unzipped his pants. I watched him pull out his cock through the slit in his boxer shorts and admired the thick, meaty length of it. The depth of the perversity and depravity of our actions hit me then with an unexpected force that made my muscles clench. My cunt clenched around Richard’s fingers and I shuddered in wanton surrender. The sweet rush of release tossed me around on a wave of pure physical pleasure, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in it.
    I could have ridden that wave for hours. Hell, I might still be there now. But Brent brought me back to earth much too soon by shoving his cock in my face.
    Not that I minded. I should have; I know that. But I didn’t.
    I opened wide, took him in like the good, horny wife Richard wanted. I drenched him with my tongue, laved at the veins snaking up the underside of his shaft, and sucked hard enough for my cheeks to hollow. All the while, Richard’s fingers never stopped moving. He taunted me with his rough glides. His thrusts crossed the line from pleasure to pain, then jumped back again, eliciting the kind of ecstasy that made my head reel.
    I closed my eyes and concentrated on the cock in my mouth. I buried my nose in Brent’s thatch of neatly trimmed pubic hair and sucked like I hadn’t known I could. I varied the pressure, caressed him with my tongue, slid my lips up and down his shaft while I listened to the sounds of his satisfied moaning. When it came, that soft grunt of inevitability I’d been waiting for, it fuelled my desire to work harder. He was close now, and, oh, how I wanted to taste him, to have him shoot his load down my throat.
    And then I wanted to kiss my husband. Badly.
    More than I could remember wanting to kiss him in my life.
    Brent gripped my head and held it in place as his cock twitched and pressed against the roof of my mouth. My motions grew fevered. The anticipation of his salty come hitting the back of my throat was almost more delicious than the real thing.
    He let out a low, guttural cry as his hips jerked in time with the spurting of his seed. I didn’t have the patience to swallow it all, so I pulled away partway through his shuddering orgasm. Some of his come splattered on my chin and chest, but I didn’t care. I swallowed most of what was in my mouth, then jerked myself away from Richard’s hand and twisted on the couch so my ass perched on the backrest.
    My arms came up around Richard’s neck. My legs followed suit, wrapping around his waist, and I pulled him to me before either one of us could think too long about the implications of my actions. My lips parted. His did, too, and he sucked in a breath as I shared the remnants of Brent’s come. Our tongues twined and twisted and I pressed my crotch against the thick length of his erection.
    I humped him while we kissed, like a teenager whose parents had left her home alone for the first time. And like that teenager, a tumultuous flurry of emotions danced within me. Eager, unheeded lust jumbled with guilt and regret, making me woozy.
    I closed my eyes to fight the dizziness, but Richard stopped me. “No. Look at me,” he whispered after breaking the kiss. “I want you to see me. This is who I am. This is the man you married.”
    He picked me up by the waist and, without warning, threw me over the back of the couch. I landed on the cushions with an oomph that fled my lungs on a startled cry.
    “Fuck her,” Richard shouted at Brent. Gone was the cold indifference in his voice. I had the distinct feeling that he couldn’t keep the fury at bay if he tried. “Fuck her now! Show my wife what it’s like to be unfaithful. To think with your crotch rather than your head.”
    He wheeled around the couch and shot towards Brent so quickly that my breath leaped into my throat. For a terrified heartbeat, I wasn’t sure if he was planning on