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her phone off.
    “He’s, erm… a little stuck on the details. But
there’s no reason to sell the house when he has his own.”
    Eden didn’t lift her hands from her eyes. “What did
you say to him?”
    “I may have mentioned something about him owing me
for anal sex.”
    “And what was his response?” Her friend’s voice was
barely audible, above the chatter of the bar. Stella guessed Eden muffled her
voice with her embarrassment.
    “That I needed to refresh his memory. And that’s
not happening, so…” Stella painted on a brilliant smile. “Onward with writing
to his solicitor and laying it out that the house is mine.”
    Eden’s head dropped to the table top. “I knew I
should have passed this job to my boss.”
     
    ***
    Four years married
     
    Skin pearled with sweat, her heart rattling against
her rib cage, Stella closed her eyes to centre herself after the third
tremulous orgasm. Exhaustion puffed her breaths from her swollen, bitten, and
spanked flesh. She turned away from the mirror, shamelessly reflecting the
tight arcs of Niels’ arse driving between her parted thighs. Reaching up, she
placed her hands on his hips and held him away from her. His cock glistened
with her cream, pulsed with power as he withdrew from her to a shiver.
    “I can’t!” she gasped, arching her back. “I’ve run
out.”
    “Of orgasms?” Niels asked, laughter mingling in his
suspicious tone. “I don’t believe it.” His voice lowered as he dragged the
underside of his hard-on over her clit. At the same time he stroked a digit
along that sweet patch of skin beneath her opening to circle her delicate and
untouched rosebud. She was relaxed to the point of falling asleep and where
she’d slapped his hands away before, post-three explosive orgasms, she could
easily be persuaded that tonight could be the night.
    “If I let you,” she breathed, resting her hand
against his wrist and stilling his movement, “and you ever, ever leave me… You
owe me.”
    Niels leaned down and pulled her into a deep kiss,
pushing back inside her pussy until he filled her to the hilt. Both his ample
palms grabbed a handful of her buttocks and parted them ever so slightly. Tiny
little shivers raced over her whole body, echoes of her previous climaxes
shaking her. Each time he thrust inside her, his finger penetrated her rear.
The sensations of the dual insertions were unreal. She lifted her hands and
fisted them through his hair, gripping the blond strands tightly. He briefly lifted
his head and reached for their bedside table. Scattering kisses over her neck
and chest, he took out a small clear bottle and flicked open the lid.
    “I know you want me to,” he demanded, his voice
dark with untold desire. “I barely need this, you’ve soaked our sheets.”
    If she let him, there’d be nothing else to bargain
with. Wait, if he enjoyed it enough, then she would. Marriage power struggle.
She always needed a backup. “Fuck me,” she whispered. He didn’t need telling
twice. With an ease of practice and familiarity, he edged her legs over his
shoulders and poured the lubricant over her rosebud. Flinging the bottle over
his shoulder, he pressed the head of his bulbous cock to her arse and slowly he
entered her. Her eyes flew open and instinctively she tensed against him. Using
his left hand, he stroked her clit once more and whispered to her, “Let me in.”
    No, he was going too deep. She touched her
fingertips to his hips and he pulled back from her in understanding. “This
way,” he coaxed, pushing her legs from his shoulders and sitting her on the
edge of the bed. She looked at their reflection in the full-length mirror,
Niels with a red wine flush over his broad chest, his thick erection spiking
against his stomach. Stella’s skin looked glossy with sweat and arousal, her
navel piercing sparkling in the light, and a tell-tale love bite began to bloom
over her breasts. He caught her hand and eased her onto his lap. She watched as
he