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tell you that Will fucked me?"
    Just hearing her say his name made me stiffen inside her. She felt it too. Her mouth curled back into a devious smile.
    "Oh fuck, Charlie, his fucking cock was so big," she moaned. She bent her head down over the desk. I yanked her by the hair again. "He fucked into me so deep. Places you've never touched me before. He held me just like this and..."
    Without thinking I smacked her ass. I felt the sting in my palm. She yelped and for a second I thought I'd gone too far.
    When she got over the shock of what I'd done, she started smiling again.
    "You're right Charlie, I've been a girl. I let another man fuck me. You're right to spank me..."
    Still slamming into her from behind I sent my hand crashing against her ass again.
    This time she purred. I looked down to see her white ass cheeks beginning to glow a bright pink.
    "He's not rough like you though. He fucked me real slow. I came so many times Charlie. What can't you make me come like that..."
    The end of the word melted into a gasp and I felt more juices seeping from her, running down my balls. Her fingers clawed at the desk, her mouth opened in agony and she pushed herself towards me hard. As her sopping wet pussy spasmed around me, I grunted, satisfied that I'd made her come.
    With her climax waning, she turned back towards me, back in character.
    "He filled me up so good, Charlie. Can you feel all his hot cum around your cock? There was so much of it, can you feel it?"
    I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It only made me fuck her harder, though. Each time she told me about him coming inside her it pushed me closer to the edge of my own orgasm.
    I closed my eyes and let myself revel in one last fantasy.
    There he was. Towering above her. A big, black stud, stuffed deep into my wife. I could see his cock moving in and out of her, drenched in her excitement. It was a slow but noisy fuck, the sound of her juices slapping around the room as he speared her full of his meat.
    Then he stopped. He held her in place. His ass tightened. I could see his balls between his legs. They were tightening. I watched as Will's dark shape stood over her, his vein buried deep inside, blasting see into my wife.
    "Just like that Charlie," I heard her whisper through the dream. "He fucked it into me just like that..."
    "Agh!" I cried as my own hot seed shot through my shaft and sprayed her walls with cum. "Fuck!" I groaned, my torso twisting sideways, almost unable to bear the pleasure that the orgasm brought. It held me like that in a state of heavenly tension as my cock throbbed deep inside her womb.
    It released me and I let out another shout, my hips driving into her again, my body searching for the last remnants of pleasure I could find inside her flesh. When it was really over, I stood over her, panting and wondering what the hell I'd done.
    When I finally pulled out, she didn't move for a while. I staggered back and watched my seed spill from her slit. A trickle ran down her leg. I imagined it was his.
    When she turned to look at me I met her gaze. We stared at each other for a second. Then we both burst into laughter. When it died, she got up and pulled up her pants.
    "Charlie?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse and raspy.
    "Yes?" I sighed, doing up my belt.
    "We should talk."
    A fresh shot of adrenaline coursed through me.

Chapter 8

    It was late. Almost three in the morning. She had to be up at eight. She didn't seem to care. I poured us both a whisky and we settled into the sofa. We sipped. She giggled. I smiled. It was a little weird.
    "Okay," she said finally, "I guess I'll go first."
    "Okay," I answered, glad it didn't have to be me.
    "So is this actually a thing?"
    "What do you mean, actually?"
    "I mean do you really want to see me with another man."
    Her words made a razor of jealousy run through me, one that even whisky couldn't dull.
    "I...I don't know," I replied, trying to be honest.
    She chortled a bit, almost blowing whisky through her