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blanket on the couch had slipped down below Gina’s magnificent D-cup breasts, so different than Brooke’s firm B-cups. I could see the outline of them clearly under the damp cotton sheet, her nipples firm and evident underneath. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed softly in her sleep. I stopped dead in my tracks and stood there, staring, my cock stirring in my pants.
    After a minute of that, Gina opened her eyes. “Hi,” she said, her voice sexy and flirtatious. She didn’t move to cover her breasts.
    I looked away nervously and said, “Good morning,” rather crisply. Then I hurried out the apartment door. As I stole a glance back at Gina, I saw that she was watching me, a smile on those full, lush Italian lips.
     
    But nothing prepared me for what happened when I came home from work that Friday. As I walked in the front door of our apartment, leafing through a stack of bills from the mailbox, I stopped and listened.
    There was moaning coming from the bedroom. I recognized Brooke’s moans right away—after all, I’d made her utter them often enough. And it didn’t take long for me to figure out that the second set of whimpers, moans, and grunts belonged to Gina.
    I dropped the bills on the floor and walked softly to the door of the bedroom, which they’d left open.
    There, sprawled on the bed, were my wife and her old friend, stark naked and locked passionately in a sixty-nine.
    Gina was on top, her gorgeous ass deliciously facing me. Her legs were spread wide around my wife’s face, and Brooke was eagerly eating her old friend’s pussy while Gina humped just as eagerly up and down. Brooke’s legs, too, were spread wide around Gina’s face, and the old friend seemed to be giving as good as she got. Their hands roved all over each others’ naked bodies, caressing as they ate each other out.
    The room reeked of sex, telling me that they’d probably been at this all day. Their clothes lay scattered across the floor, as if they’d doffed them urgently, unable to wait to get each other into bed. Our bed. My wife was making love with a woman in our bed, right in front of my eyes.
    I felt my cock quickly grow hard until it throbbed painfully. My cock swelled as quickly as my anger.
    I don’t know if I shifted or moved my feet, or if Brooke just sensed I was there. But she turned her head and looked back at me, her eyes wide in shock.
    “Oh, god,” she moaned. “Bob…”
    I pulled the bedroom door shut and turned to leave the apartment.
    Brooke caught up with me on the landing outside, still stark naked. She grabbed me and said, “I’m so sorry,” trying to embrace me.
    “You’re standing here naked like a whore,” I growled, my anger rising as I saw my wife’s body glistening with the sweat Gina had coaxed out of her. “Like a fucking whore.”
    “I…I’m sorry,” said Brooke, reddening more deeply. “She…she came on to me. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
    I felt my anger flaring, exploding into flames. “You bring a fucking slut into our house and then act surprised when she tumbles you into bed. Don’t be a fucking idiot, Brooke.”
    “There’s no need to be a bastard about it,” snapped Brooke. She looked around, realizing that the neighbors could probably see her, standing there, naked. “When you’re ready to talk about this, come back in the house.”
    She went back into the apartment. I chased after her and grabbed her shoulders from behind, pushing her onto the couch. She stumbled and fell, shrieking.
    “Bob, you’re being such a prick about this. It’s really not that big a deal.”
    “Not that big a deal, is it?”
    I could see Brooke’s anger rising to match mine. “Gina and I used to fool around in college,” she said defensively. “When she came on to me, I figured it wouldn’t be a problem if I did it for old times’ sake.”
    I turned toward the bedroom, seeing Gina standing there in the doorway, her hands up on the jamb, her face twisted in a