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very close to orgasm.
     
    “Donna! Don’t you dare come!” Blue ordered. His voice was loud—he was clearly close to the camera. Maybe even behind it. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
     
    Donna! Short for Madonna? Now she understood the word written in Sharpie on the DVD.
     
    Petra gasped out loud, her hand going over her mouth, as her husband appeared at the edge of the screen. He was wearing jeans and no shirt, just as broad and built back then—maybe more so—as he was now. It was an old tape, she realized, with relief. His hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail, his beard full. And very blue.
     
    She knew she should turn this off and leave the room immediately, but she couldn’t. She was transfixed by the sight of the little blond sitting up and unzipping her husband’s jeans at his command. The girl leaned up to look in like a kid opening a Christmas present before she pulled his cock free.
     
    "What's your name again?" Blue asked, like that amused him, but he groaned when the blond took him into her mouth.
     
    “Mary,” the blond murmured. “My name is Mary.”
     
    His cock was beautiful. It made Petra’s mouth water. The dark-haired girl—Donna—was crawling toward him now, joining her friend in the licking and sucking of Blue’s cock. Their tongues snaked around the head, slithering down the shaft.
     
    "I’m going to make you come, Mary.” Blue’s hand moved in her hair, pulling her head back so he could see her eyes. There was a glazed look in them and Petra wondered if the woman was drugged. Blue and the band had been heavy into drugs back then—he’d told her so. “Spread your legs.”
     
    The blond did as she was told, stretching out on her back and opening her thighs. Blue opened them further with his hands, kneeling up between her legs.
     
    “Play with her tits,” Blue told Donna. The dark-haired girl stretched out beside her friend, gently fondling and sucking at the blond’s puffy pink nipples, making them instantly hard. “Mmm. Nice.”
     
    It was. Petra felt a deep, aching throb between her own legs as she watched her husband rub the head of his cock over Mary’s mound. It was covered in wiry, curly blond hair, just like her own, and he parted the girl’s flesh slowly, focusing right at the top of her cleft.
     
    “Ohhh!” Mary moaned and rolled her hips up toward his cock. “Yes! Fuck me, Blue! Please!”
     
    “No.” He denied her, teasing. “I told you I was going to make you come. I didn’t say I was going to fuck you.”
     
    The girl cried out in protest, that tenacious rubbing, rubbing going on between her thighs, the head and shaft of his cock plunging between the valley of her pussy lips, not entering her. It made soft, wet noises, and both women on the screen moaned, the dark-haired one licking and sucking Mary’s nipples with more fervor.
     
    “Play with yourself, Donna,” Blue instructed. The woman moaned in relief, shifting her hips so he could see her pussy as she parted her labia, showing him the pink inside. Blue nodded, a smile playing at his lips, and Petra recognized that dark, wolfish look in his eyes.
     
    “Oh me too,” Petra whispered, unable to deny her husband’s command. She unzipped her jeans, sliding a hand into her silk panties. All her underwear was silk—Blue made sure of it. Her pussy was pulsing with heat, soaking wet, her clit so sensitive she cried out when her fingers brushed it.
     
    “Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!” Mary cried out, reaching blindly for Blue, grabbing his wrist, a look coming over her face that was hard to describe. She was lost in the moment, moaning and wailing and bucking on the bed, and Donna held on to her for dear life, her mouth still sucking and tugging at the little blond’s nipples. Mary was sailing, free, her eyes rolled back, her tongue caressing her lower lip.
     
    "Oh god," she moaned, turning to face her friend. The two women kissed and Blue groaned his approval. “He’s so