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good!”
     
    “I know,” Donna murmured, doing as Blue told her and climbing on top of her friend, so they were kissing, belly to belly on the mattress, Blue still on his knees behind them. Petra felt her breath coming faster as she nudged her little clit, the blood filling her face, ashamed of how turned on she was watching her husband about to fuck not one, but two, other women. It was a long time ago, she reminded herself. And at least, in this moment, she could live vicariously through them both. Because more than anything else, she realized, she wanted to be the woman that Blue was going to fuck.
     
    Her husband was sliding the head of his cock between the soft, wet flesh of Donna’s waiting pussy. She lifted her bottom up and then pushed back, slowly impaling herself on his length. Petra matched her long, low moan, imagining how it would feel, his thick shaft spreading her open.
     
    “Oh Blue!” The woman broke her kiss with Mary to cry out as he began to pound her on the mattress. “Yes! Fuck me!”
     
    Mary whimpered, wiggling under her friend, watching her face, not-so-patiently waiting her turn. She’d already come once, Petra thought, so it was only fair he fucked the other girl first, right?
     
    And what in the hell am I thinking? That’s my husband up there! Fucking two other women!
     
    Somehow it didn’t matter. Petra bit her lip and rubbed herself faster as she watched the three of them, Blue taking a break from Donna’s pussy to find Mary’s, shoving himself in deep. Mary moaned and spread her legs wider under her friend’s, letting him pound her.
     
    “Do you like that?” Donna kissed her friend’s mouth, licking at her neck. “Doesn’t his cock feel fantastic?”
     
    “Yes!” Mary moaned, her arms around Donna’s neck, holding on tight. “Oh fuck yes! Yes!”
     
    Mine, Petra thought, looking at Blue’s hard, glistening length as he withdrew from the blond and immersed himself back into the brunette. And all the while, Petra rubbed her own pussy furiously, a slow friction building, like some exquisite form of torture.
     
    Oh Blue, I want you. Why don’t you want me like that? Why not me?
     
    “I want you to come, Donna,” Blue insisted, ramming his cock hard into her pussy, his hands gripping her hips. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
     
    The woman moaned, burying her face in her friend’s neck, lifting her bottom for him, giving him deeper access. That made Blue cry out, his fingers boring into her flesh, his teeth clenched.
     
    “Fuck! Do it, baby! Come for me! Come for me!” Blue growled, and Donna was coming, Petra could tell by her shudder and thrust, the low sound rising from her throat, and Petra knew she, too, couldn’t hold back much longer, throbbing for release, waiting to explode.
     
    “Ahhhhhh fuck!” Blue pulled his length out of the brunette’s pussy, his cock already spewing hot liquid onto Donna’s raised, quivering ass. He bit his lip, hips moving as if he were still buried in her wetness—or trying to get back in—fountains of cum splashing down the crack of her ass, dripping down her pussy. As Petra watched, her husband’s cum fell in hot, white droplets onto the blond’s pussy too, decorating her curly pubic hair like fat pearls.
     
    Oh, Blue, Blue, me too, me too!
     
    Petra fucked herself, wishing it was Blue, imagining him baptizing her with his cum. Her fingers squelched in her pussy as she fucked herself to completion, hand rocking between her thighs. She was a wave crashing, drowning, feeling the first ecstatic flutter between her legs, lost in the bliss of the moment, keening and howling, the sweet clamp of her pussy around her fingers a hot, shuddering pulse.
     
    She collapsed onto the bed, panting and floating away in a sweaty, slick heap until Milyi began licking her face and hair, whining softly.
     
    Oh my god, what am I doing? Petra sat up, looking guiltily at the door, grabbing quickly for the remote and