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good a time, and I was enjoying it way too much for it to be a one-off.
    It was when he lifted her, rolled with her, lay her down on the bed on her front and entered her from behind that I realized there wasn’t a condom in sight — he was taking her bareback. It wasn’t exactly the safest way to proceed, and yet knowing his bare cock was inside her, filling her, stretching her, pounding her, only made it more and more arousing.
    That was how she came, bucking and shuddering under him as he held her, hands covering her breasts, knees squeezing her thighs, the muscles ripping over his body as he hammered that huge great thing into her.
    And as she came, yelling and crying and gasping for breath, Rico let go, his whole body flinching once, twice, three times, four, each time his cock pumped his cream deep inside her. Another man filling my wife with his seed.
    Jesus.
    When they broke apart, Isla was looking over at me, again to see if she’d hurt me. But I was just all aglow.
    Rico said, breathless, “Thought you were gonna join us, Bud.”
    I smiled. “Her treat, wasn’t it?”
    Isla just looked at me, stunned, her chest rising and falling as she recovered her breath.
    “Uh… I better hit the shower,” Rico said, climbing out of bed. I’d never seen him like this. He wasn’t quite sure how to deal with the aftermath because we were old friends, and because Isla and I were married, and this was potentially heavy.
    “Do you hate me now?” Isla said as Rico disappeared.
    “Hate you? I could never hate you,” I replied.
    “I just cheated on you.”
    “I wouldn’t call it cheating.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I wanted you to do it.”
    I stood up, stepped over to the bed. The scent of sex was strong in the air, it made me feel a little light-headed, stirred the blood a little quicker around my veins.
    “And you’re not just saying that?” she asked.
    I looked down on her, surveying her post-coital form. God, I’d never wanted her more. Perspiration mottled her brow, her chest, her stomach. The little patch of her between her legs was drenched.
    “Why would I just say that?” I asked.
    “Because you’re a peacemaker. It’s your nature.”
    I sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down to kiss her mouth. She flinched, pulled away.
    “Wait until I’ve showered,” she said.
    “No need.”
    “Rico — “
    “Rico’s just giving us some space. He thinks he’s broken our marriage.”
    “And has he?”
    I kissed her. “Of course not.”
    She kissed me back, uncertain at first, since she’d just been so intimate with another man, before she seemed to grow in confidence, figuring either that I just wasn’t generally squeamish about a woman fresh from coitus — or that I was accustomed to picking up Rico’s leftovers.
    I smelled him on her. I tasted him on her lips. It didn’t bother me. It had the strange effect of unsettling the familiarity I had for her, perhaps emphasizing the sense of adventure about her for going through with this, for sleeping with Rico in front of me.
    I pulled off my shirt, and now Isla unfastened the fly of my pants and shoved them down just far enough for my hardness to spring free.
    She was all smiles as her fingers found their way around my shaft, feeling for herself just how turned on I was by her after what she’d done.
    I kissed her again as she began to slowly pump my cock, brushing the hair back out of her face, sucking on her lips, tangling my tongue with hers. She was passionate in response, showing me what she felt for me, how much she loved me still.
    “You forgive me, then?” I asked her as she eventually broke away from our kiss, and moved down to remove my pants completely.
    “Forgive you?”
    “For… you know… Mary Parker.”
    She laughed. “That’s why you let me sleep with Rico?”
    “No. I let you because I wanted to.”
    “But you still think I should just forgive you?”
    “I thought it might make you understand… that Mary Parker didn’t