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thighs, spreading her legs wider so that he could skim a finger along her juicy pussy lips.
    She was breathing hard when she answered, “No, Sir. Please don’t just watch.”
    Doug couldn’t remember ever seeing his wife so wantonly sexual before. Sure, she was a passionate woman and they had a good sex life, but this was something altogether different. It was like she had been encapsulated in a cocoon for the last fifteen years and was suddenly breaking out to spread her wings.
    Killian was moving between her legs, spreading her open with his big hands. It was distracting to watch, and Doug had to fight to maintain his concentration and play with her nipples.
    “Alana, you’re going to lie still while Doug fucks those glorious breasts of yours, and I feast on your cunt. Don’t move, love.” That was all the instruction he gave before he lowered his mouth to her waiting pussy. Doug watched, fascinated as she tensed but remained in place. He’d never seen her hold still during sex. There were times when he was licking her cunt that he had to hold onto both of her hips like handlebars because she bucked so hard, but with just one demand from Killian, she had completely changed her ways.
    Killian’s eyes met his, and Doug instinctively knew he was disappointed in the delay. He was supposed to be fucking Alana’s tits. Not much of a hardship, but if he straddled her body to do it right his bare ass and balls would be almost right in Killian’s face. Surely that’s not what he intended?
    Pulling his face away from his task, Killian slapped Alana’s thigh lightly when she let out a whimper of protest. “What’s the problem?”
    “I’m just…I’ve never…well…if I get on top of her, you’ll be staring at my ass.” Doug finally said in a rush. He heard Alana fighting to hold back a titter of laughter, but he refused to look up to see how Killian was reacting.
    “That’s exactly what’s supposed to happen, pet. You have no need to feel self-conscious. You have a nice ass for a man your age,” Killian said. The look on his face was steady when Doug’s eyes shot up to meet his.
    “A man my age?”
    “Good, now I have your attention. When I said I wanted your submission, Doug, I meant in everything. Not just when you feel comfortable, so either safeword out and Alana will rejoin you at home in the morning, or get your ass up there and fuck your wife’s tits.”
    Doug moved quickly. He never even considered safewording so that he could leave. He climbed up on top of Alana, and pressed her soft breasts tight around his hard length. Something cold brushed against his shoulder, and he turned to find Killian passing him a bottle of lube.   Within moments he was lubed up and fucking away, without a thought for the man behind him who was lapping up his wife’s cream while he was getting an eyeful of Doug’s ass.
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    Alana…
    She was fighting her own body to stay still. Killian’s hands were warm on her inner thighs, and his tongue was searing hot on her clit. He circled the sensitive button gently and then moved his tongue in a rapid-fire movement over it, before switching it up again to lick her in long deep strokes from top to bottom. It was a masterful dance he did, and she was dying to come all over him.
    Meanwhile, her husband rode her breasts, his fat cock slurping in the deep valley of her cleavage as though his life depended on it. She knew this was one of his favorite alternatives when she wasn’t feeling up to actual fucking, but with her nipples clamped and Killian’s mouth on her pussy, she was turned on as hell by his steady thrusting.
    Her fingers dug into the bedspread until she felt her fingernails bend. Thrashing her head, she whimpered, “Please!” She began to tremble underneath them.
    A hand covered hers where it was clamped down on the bedspread, and she relaxed her grip, allowing Killian to draw her palm up to Doug’s ass. She knew it was Killian because Doug would never ask her