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“Show her what you like, baby. Make her lick your cunt.”
    She
grabbed his ears and shoved her hips up, moaning loudly as she began to grind
her hips in circles. She was imagining it—her hands wrapped up in her friend’s long,
red hair, Daphne’s tongue mashed against Carrie’s wet pussy, their breath hot,
nipples hard,  pussies soaking wet. Carrie imagined Daphne sitting on her face,
the soft grind of her hips, the taste of pussy, oh god, that taste in her
mouth, down her throat…
    “Make
me come, Daphne!” she cried, bucking up against the lash of Doc’s tongue, all
the while imagining her friend’s mouth against her clit. “Oh fuck, make me come
for you!”
    Her
orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, the convulsions little shockwaves, her
pussy clamping down against the thrust of his fingers again and again. She rode
her climax off the edge of the bed, shivering and collapsing onto the floor
next to her husband, letting him enfold her, kiss her, caress her, as she came
back to reality.
    “Such
a good girl.” He kissed her cheek, her chin, getting up and lifting her onto
the bed. “Why do you always deny yourself? You can have everything you want.”
    She
closed her eyes, shook her head, but he was kissing her open, his tongue
probing, his cock hard against her hip. Somewhere along the way, his trousers
had come off.
    “You
can’t have everything,” she murmured, letting him lift her dress over her head.
“No one can have everything.”
    “You
can,” he assured her, taking her nipple into his mouth. The feeling sent heated
waves of pleasure all through her body. “I’d give you anything. You know I
would.”
    She
worked the buttons on his shirt—his suit coat and tie had disappeared too, lost
somewhere on the floor with his pants and boxers, she imagined—spreading it
open so she could run her hands over his chest. He was so nicely built, and the
fact that he took advantage of the gym at the hospital whenever he got a break—to
relax, he said—didn’t hurt.
    That
made her remember what Daphne said about already finding the best husband in
the world. The fact was, she had. But he was perfect for her, not for everyone
else. And did she really want to share him?
    “You
could make it happen, you know.” He peeled his shirt off and moved to her other
nipple, tracing lazy circles.
    She
let her fingers glide through his dark curls. “You mean… me and Daphne?”
    “You
and Daphne,” he agreed, nipping at her, making her squeak in high-pitched surprise.
“You, me and Daphne. Whatever you wanted.”
    She
looked at him thoughtfully. “What if I don’t want it?”
    “I
think you do.” He reminded her by spreading her legs and sliding his cock
against her soaked cleft, her cum still wetting her thighs where she’d been
imagining her best friend getting her off just moments before.
    “It’s
a nice fantasy, I admit.” She smiled, feeling his cock swelling, the head of it
pressed against her opening. “But reality might be disappointing. Look what
happened with Maureen.”
    He
shifted his hips and slid inside her. “We had a good time until she decided to
get religion.”
    “She
made a commitment to her husband, remember?” She wrapped her legs and arms
around him, going for an easy, gentle ride as he began to move.
    “But
if her husband had said, hey, it’s okay if you and your girlfriend play around,
what then?” he asked, his breathing coming faster in her ear.
    “The
real world doesn’t work that way.”
    He
poised himself above her, his eyes searching hers. “We get to define the real
world. Our world. Any way we want.”
    “I’m
just scared of what might happen,” she confessed, rocking up against his cock.
    “Then
we don’t have to do anything.” He kissed the tip of her nose, beginning to fuck
her again. “We can just fantasize about it. Which is almost as much fun.”
    She
smiled, closing her eyes. “Almost.”
    “Where
do you want her?” He pushed her legs back,