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fighting him for
her wetness.
    “I
love it when you make her all wet for me,” Doc said. “When you suck her pretty
little nipples and make them hard.”
    Mine
were hard. Little pink points under my t-shirt. I rubbed them through it with
my other hand, doing circles with my palm. Ronnie knew how much I loved that.
She used to leave my bra on, teasing me for hours, teasing me through it, with
her tongue, sometimes just with a fingernail, driving me crazy.
    “You
want her tongue here, baby? Right on your hard little clit?”
    “Oh
fuck yes.” Mrs. B moaned loudly. “Right there, baby. Right. Fucking. There.”
    Yes,
right there. Oh there. I licked my lips, wishing it was my tongue on Mrs. B’s
clit. What did she taste like? Was she smooth, still? Ronnie told me that she
waxed everything down there. I shaved. Ronnie liked me soft and bare.
    “You
want her to lick your asshole? Like this?”
    Oh.
My. God.
    “Oh
Doc!”
    My
ass clenched at his words and a low cry escaped my lips. I couldn’t help it. My
fingers circled my clit faster, the skin around my nipples growing tighter,
pursing.
    “I
want her to lick it,” Doc growled. “I want her to make it nice and wet so I can
fuck it.”
    I
quivered in my bed, straining to hear them, wishing I could see. Oh my God, I
wanted to watch them. I wanted to see him part her thighs with those big hands
of his and spread her cheeks so his tongue could probe her asshole. Oh I missed
anal. Ronnie had tried it with the Baumgartners, she’d told me, but she wasn’t
that interested in it with me.
    “You
want me to fuck your ass, baby?”
    Mrs.
B just moaned with pleasure. She was lost, going, gone. I could tell she was
close to climax. I was too. I circled my clit faster, faster. Was he going to
fuck her ass? Did they do that a lot? The thought sent hot sparks between my
legs.
    “Oh
Doc! Ohhh! Put your finger in my ass!” Mrs. B pleaded. “Yeahhhh! Finger my ass
while you lick me! Make me come like that!”
    There
were no more words from Doc. He was clearly too busy for any more dirty talk.
There was only the exquisite sound of her orgasm, the rising moans and final
near-scream and then the soft pant of her breath in the aftermath. I stopped
rubbing my clit—I had to, or I was going to come, and I didn’t want to
yet. Not quite yet.
    “Fuck,
baby, you come so good.” Doc sighed happily. I actually heard him smacking his
lips, still tasting her. My mouth was watering. “Mmmmm you’re delicious.”
    “You
make me come so hard like that,” she gasped.
    “Now
I’m gonna make you come with my cock buried in your cunt.”
    I
trembled at his words. Oh what I wouldn’t give…
    My
fingers slipped low, sliding into my wetness, shoving in deep. Yes, oh yes. I
wanted a cock too. I wanted to be fucked. Like Doc was about to fuck his wife.
    “Remember
how much I loved watching you lick her while I fucked you?” Doc asked, giving a
low grunt. Mrs. B cried out and I imagined it, that first moment of entry. She
would be wet, very wet, from his mouth. He would slide right in. Was he on top?
Was he behind her? I imagined him taking her from behind, imagined her rounded
ass in the air, taking the heat of his cock.
    And
I imagined her mouth between my legs. Licking my clit. Showing her with my
fingers. Right here, right here. Oh god, her tongue, the sweet press of
her tongue, the movement of her body while Doc fucked her from behind. And
looking up to meet his eyes, watching the pleasure on his face.
    “Ohh
God, fuck me, Doc!” she moaned.
    “Are
you picturing it?” he urged. “Her wet cunt spread open for you? Lick it for me,
baby. Make her come. Make her come all over your face!”
    I
was picturing it. I was picturing it and coming. My whole body tensed,
shuddering, and then I heard Doc groan, long and loud, crying out with his own
release. We were both coming together. My pussy spasmed around my fingers, my
clit throbbing under my hand, and I heard her moaning too, crying