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kneeling up between them. “How about
down here, licking your little clit?”
    “I
want her straddling my face.” Carrie threw her arms over her head, giving into
the fantasy, no longer as threatened by the possible dangers of reality. “I
want to wrap my arms around her hips and bury my face in her wet little pussy.”
    “Mmmm
that’s my girl.” He moved faster, driving his cock in to the hilt. “I’d love to
watch you eat her out.”
    “And
you could kiss her,” she offered, opening her eyes to look at him, imagining it
all—her friend’s hips rocking on her face, Doc’s hands on Daphne’s big breasts,
thumbing her nipples, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “And touch her and
play…”
    “Oh
god.” He groaned, just as into the fantasy as she was. “I want to suck those
gorgeous tits.”
    “After
I made her come all over my face…” She smiled at her husband’s expression. Just
the thought of Daphne’s climax had him going. “She could put her pussy down by
mine,” she suggested, her fingers moving to her clit, the ache there growing
unbearable again. “Lay on top of me, so you could play with her tits while you
fucked me…”
    “Yeah,
oh yeah!” His hand found her breast, squeezing hard, his cock making wet noises
in her pussy as he fucked her.
    “And
then you could fuck her too,” she whispered, her fingers brushing the base of
his cock as he plunged deep inside. “Her, then me, then her… which one of us
feels better?”
    He
groaned, shaking his head, already torn at the thought of making such an
impossible decision.
    “I
want you to come all over us, Doc,” she insisted, her pussy blooming with
pleasure. “Come all over our hot... pink… wet... cunts.”
    He
gave up, growling and reaching down to grab his cock, tearing it out of her and
pumping it in his fist against her frantically rubbing fingers.
    “Yeah!
Yeah! Oh fuck yeah!” He gritted his teeth and thrust one last time, cum
exploding from his cock, all over her clit. She came the instant she felt the
first fiery blast, felt it flooding her pussy, dripping down her crevice. Her
climax shook them both, her thighs quivering as she came, her hips bucking up
to catch more of his cum, the second eruption rising over her belly, splashing
her navel.
    She
smiled dreamily, reaching down and running a finger through his cum, then
lifting it to her mouth, sucking it off. He watched her with dark, lustful
eyes.
    “If
that was Daphne’s belly, I’d get down and lick her all clean,” she informed
him, smiling as he collapsed next to her on the bed with a tortured moan.
    “Enough,
I can’t take anymore.” He threw a leg over hers and pulled her close. “You’re
killing me.”
    She
knew just what he wanted, what he liked. And he wanted Daphne—maybe more than
she did. Maybe. But she knew better than to open Pandora’s box. The fantasy was
good.
    Just
as good.
    Almost
as good.
    That
was enough.
    Wasn’t
it?
    * * * *
    “Hewwo?” Carrie’s tongue felt too
big for her mouth as she grabbed for and answered the phone, head throbbing.
She closed her eyes against the brightness of the sun slanting through the
blinds, turning toward the wall and taking the phone with her.
    “Carrie? Is that you?”
    She tried to gather saliva in her
mouth so she could speak more clearly. “Hi Nan.”
    It was her mother-in-law.
    Of course it was.
    “Are you sick, dear?”
    Ah, the perfect excuse. “Just a
little bug.”
    “I’m sorry to wake you, but I
thought noon would be late enough to call.”
    “It’s fine, I was just napping.”
Sleeping like the dead was more like it, but why quibble?
    Doc snored beside her and she
nudged him, shushing his groan as he opened his eyes.
    “Your mother,” she mouthed.
    “I was just calling about
Christmas,” Nan went on.
    “Mmm-hmm.” It was safer not to
try and use any vowels.
    “Chuck and I sent you tickets. I
just want to make sure they don’t get lost in the mail. I overnighted