Loading...Abbie scratched her ass and then settled deeper into the worn couch. Crumbs from her pretzels irritated her thighs, but she made no move to brush them off. She nursed the dregs of her diet coke and waited for Phyllis to tell Sierra that Phillip was really her half-brother’s cousin, not her twin brother. She snapped up another pretzel and grinned evilly. Phyllis’s revenge would be short-lived. Sierra would have the last laugh because Sierra carried Phillip’s baby.
“I know what you’re going to say, Phyllis, so spit it out.” Sierra’s eyes searched Phyllis’s in the heavy, dramatic pause.
“Phillip isn’t my twin-brother after all, but you knew that didn’t you? He’s John’s cousin and my fiancé.” Phyllis smiled maliciously, obviously relishing the shocked look on Sierra’s face.
“Honey? You in here?” Aaron? What the hell was he doing home?
“I’m in here, babe.” She dove for the remote, cutting Sierra’s protestations off in mid-accusation. She shoved the pretzel crumbs from her pants and picked up the nearest book.
Aaron hid his smile when he came in. “How is old Phillip today, anyway?”
“Phillip? Phillip who?” She smiled brightly, striving for innocence.
“You know, John’s cousin? The guy whose marrying the broad who isn’t his twin sister after all?” He pecked his wife on the cheek and pulled the TV Guide out of her hands and turned it around. “Today’s Friday, babe.”
“Well, it’s an important episode.”
“I don’t care if you watch those things, you know that.” He threw his windbreaker onto the recliner. “We got the contract for the new high-rise in Bloomington.”
She launched herself at him, dropping the tenth diet coke of the day onto the carpet and hugged him. “I’m so proud of you!”
“Hey, now, I didn’t have anything to do with it. That’s all those damned engineers doing it. I just get to build it.”
“You’re the best guy for the job, too.”
“Are you ready for the Christmas party, babe? Starts at seven and it’s formal.
“I couldn’t find anyone to watch the kids.” No way was she going to that shark infested party.
“I called Mom this afternoon. She’s taking them for the weekend. Wasn’t that sweet of her?”
“Yeah. Sweet.” She thought she succeeded in not looking dejected.
“C’mon, babe. We’ll put in an appearance, schmooze with the boss for fifteen minutes and be out of there before you know it. Put on that tight little black dress you wore to the class reunion, I love seeing that on you.” He squeezed her generous ass and rubbed against her. “It’s sexy as hell.”
She pecked him on the cheek. There was no way in hell she would wear that, it was too small for her now anyway. “I’ll be ready.”
It wasn’t the black one he liked, but he hadn’t noticed. She had a long red number that made her feel elegant and stunning. He’d come up behind her while she’d been staring in the mirror adjusting things and had whispered dirty things that made her feel like the most gorgeous thing on the planet. It squeezed her waist in and pushed her breasts up. Her waist dipped from her rib cage and smoothed out to her hips with sensuously rounded curves. She had pinned her hair up and left a lock of curls to fall down her shoulder and spill across the bare flesh of her chest and down across the red satin. Beautiful.
“Forget the party, babe. George can blow it out his ear, I wanna stay home and play.”
“It’s important. We’ll go and do what we need to and then come home and play all night. Mom’s keeping them for the weekend.”
“Dear old, Mom. Remind me to thank her.”
She laughed and kissed him. “Let’s go before I let you.”
Abbie lifted her head proudly, sauntering into the country club’s large ball room on the arm of the most gorgeous man there. George immediately left the small knot of men and came to greet them. George kissed her knuckles, lingering over them. “Aaron, the man whose going to build another winner for us. Glad you could make it. Abbie, more ravishing than ever. You don’t stop in and see us down at the office often enough.”
She laughed, “That’s because Aaron works on the job site and I don’t have a hard hat.”
“Come on Aaron, I want to introduce you to the guys from Baker and Baker. If you’ll excuse us for a moment, Abbie? You can have him back in a few minutes.” George didn’t give them a chance to object and whisked Aaron off. Abbie sighed, watching as George did it again.
“Abbie. So nice to see you.” Meredith Brooke, George’s new wife. She was the last person Abbie wanted to see. “Come say hi, we were just talking about Aaron. George says that he’s the one who clinched the deal for Brooke and Sons.”
Meredith hooked her claws into Abbie’s arm and towed her reluctantly off to her little circle of barracudas. “How is Aaron doing? We just never see enough of him anymore.”
Probably because he hated Meredith. “He’s fine. Just,” Abbie smiled with all the false charm that usually dripped off of Phyllis, “fine.”
“He is quite a catch, the girls and I were trying to figure out just how you manage to keep Adorable Aaron in your clutches.” Meredith’s smiles were as fake as her tits. “We want to keep ours, but the tight leash just isn’t my style.”
Abbie swallowed the retort.
“That’s a beautiful dress, Abbie,” Jenny Lipscomb, the wife of one of the sallow VPs at Brooke, looked exactly like an over-dressed poodle. “isn’t that the one I saw on the clearance rack at Dillards?”
“It’s been nice chatting with you, but I really have to go say hi to someone. Wouldn’t want them to think I’m a snob.” Abbie pulled away from Meredith, looking for any avenue of escape she could find.
“The buffet table is over there, by the windows.” Their laughter followed as she made a break for it.
Abbie didn’t care who said it, that gaggle of bitches were all the same to her. Before she could stop herself, she found herself in front of the elegant buffet. Maybe a carrot stick or some celery. Maybe a small piece of chicken. Who was she kidding? She went straight for the dessert table and picked up a white topped chocolate confection. She found herself a comfortable place to sit and sank her fork into the chocolate, by-passing the white stuff entirely.
Meredith laughed, one of those well practiced, joyous sounds that were designed to attract attention, and attracted Abbie’s attention. The generous bite of chocolate hovered over the plate while Abbie looked at Meredith and her clique of piranha. She suddenly felt sick. For all she thought of them, they were absolutely stunning. Meredith’s sleek body was enhanced by the understated ivory sheath she wore and the silky brown mane that belonged in a shampoo commercial. Jenny’s taste ran to the tacky, but there was no denying her gorgeousness. A model by trade, she was the perfect corporate wife. They laughed and chatted like a pair of glamorous friends. Abbie had to face it, they were exactly that. Her best friend was– she took a bite to check– tiramisu.
Maybe Aaron would be finished in the next couple of minutes and they could leave. He always made her feel stunning, but only while she was alone with him. No matter what he said in public, she could always feel the eyes wondering what that handsome, gorgeous man was doing with the fat broad.
He’d gotten away from George finally, and was crossing the dance floor to reach her. Meredith snagged him before he’d even gotten halfway across. Moments later they were dancing and Aaron was laughing at something Meredith had said. Abbie demolished the dark part of the tiramisu before they’d taken four steps, then suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Meredith caught her eyes over Aaron’s shoulder and pulled herself tight to his body. Abbie thought about the red ribbon she’d slipped into her evening bag, the bow for Aaron’s fat, red dressed present, and her gorge rose before she could stop it. She stood up, plastering what she’d hoped was a pleasant expression on her face, and made for the door like a Kentucky Derby winner on the homestretch.
She managed to keep the tiramisu down. After feigning a long restroom break to wait out a woman re-doing her make-up, she went to wash her hands and hopefully make herself look like she hadn’t lost lunch. Maybe bulimia would be an effective diet program. She thought about the ravages of the disorder that went with the slimming down. Maybe not. She washed her hands, careful to keep her dress dry, and used the perfumed hand towels. She caught her reflection in the mirror, something she desperately wanted to avoid. A fat, bloated face stared back at her. A thick neck rolled down into a body proportioned exactly like Blubber the Friendly, Fat whale. The red dress should be a hanky compared to her size. She thought about Meredith and the long, willowy lines of her body and wondered why Aaron even bothered coming home to her.
Abbie decided to wait for him in the car.
Flinging the bathroom door open, she charged into the narrow alcove that disguised the bathroom doors from the lobby of the club. She would have kept on charging right into the lobby and through the front door if she hadn’t mowed someone down. For a moment, she hoped it was Meredith and that the collision had popped her silicone tits. The masculine grunt, however, told her it wasn’t.
“I’m so, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I just, here let me help you up.”
“Mmmph,” he said.
Abbie was mortified. His breath warmed her cleavage all the way from the soft flesh above the neckline of the dress to her navel. She was suffocating him in her boobs. She shoved herself up, letting him breathe. “Oh my gawd, I’m so, sorry!”
He didn’t seem to be gasping for air, so she hadn’t killed him. He was looking at her chest, probably wondering how he hadn’t asphyxiated. “It’s okay, really. It’s okay.”
“There she is!” It was Aaron. Could this night get any more humiliating? “Abbie, what are you doing?”
“Thank God you found her. Meredith said she’d just ran out for no reason.”
“I’ll bet,” Aaron said, but George ignored it.
“It’s not what it looks like, I just tripped and knocked him over and I think he’s okay.”
“I’m okay. Really. I’m, just fine.” The guy wasn’t moving, so Abbie wasn’t convinced.
“Come on, babe, get up, you can kill a guy with those.”
“She can kill me with them anytime,” the guy under her said. The man was still staring at her breasts.
“How about in one of the offices in twenty minutes? George can get a key.” Aaron helped her up.
“Aaron…?” Abbie was a little nervous. Was he joking? He had to be joking.
George looked like he’d been pole-axed. “Hell, I can get the course manager’s key.”
“He’s got a couch, right? Meet us there.” Aaron took her hand and tugged her along behind. He headed into the darkened depths of the club’s offices until he found the door he wanted. He stopped and kissed her.
“Aaron, you can’t be serious!”
“Serious as a heart attack, babe. You’re the sexiest woman here and you think you’re the ugliest. That’s going to change. Tonight.”
“But they think they’re going to see me naked! George and I don’t even know who that other guy is!”
“He’s Matt. He’s one of the lawyers. He’s a nice guy, a little shy, but he’s nice.”
“I can’t let them see me naked, what’ll they think about me?”
“That you’re the sexiest woman on the planet. You think you’re fat and ugly, Abbie. When I tell you that you’re beautiful, you don’t believe me.”
“You’re biased.”
“They’re not. George is married to Meredith, isn’t he?”
“Well…”
“If George thinks you’re the sexiest woman here then you’ll have to believe me when I tell you that you’re beautiful.”
“I believe you.”
“No you don’t, Abbie.”
“Okay, they can see my breasts, but that’s it.”
“All of you.”
“Aaron!”
“Please, Abbie. For me?”
She frowned, feeling completely out of her depth. It was shocking beyond belief that Aaron actually wanted another man to see her naked, let alone two. She could never resist that tone, or those eyes. “Okay, Aaron.”
He kissed her forehead, then her lips. His tongue delved inside, enjoying the inside of her mouth.
“Aaron? Are you sure about this?” It was George with the key, Matt was behind him.
Aaron took the key and opened the door. “Very. You can go back to the party if you want, though.”
“Not on your life.”
Aaron locked the door behind them while George flicked on the lamp on the desk. Abbie felt like a horse at auction all of the sudden. She wrapped her arms around herself, about to tell Aaron the deal was off, but the look on his face, soft and proud, made her change her mind. He took his tie off slowly, then wound it around her head and tied it firmly over her eyes. He borrowed Matt’s darker one and gently slipped the folded material over her eyes. The rush of darkness was a relief. Trust Aaron to see her fear and help her through it.
“Better, baby?”
“Yes.” She lifted her hands to the top of the dress, but his stopped her. At least she thought it was Aaron.
“I’ll do it. Like unwrapping my favorite present.”
She nodded, suddenly aware of the warm, calloused fingers on her shoulders. They had to be Aaron’s. She would pretend they were no matter what. The zipper in the back of the dress made its way down her spine and a moment later it pooled at her feet. She felt both excited and embarrassed to stand still in nothing but her underwear in front of three dressed men.
“Son of a bitch,” someone whispered, probably George. It wasn’t a curse, it was a compliment, an exhalation of awe.
Aaron’s fingers worked the fastenings of the strapless bra that hugged her chest and covered her breasts. It, too, loosened then dropped to her feet. Her breasts sprang free, jutting out proudly. The cool air combined with the intense stares that she could almost feel brought her nipples to attention.
“Can I?” Matt asked.
“Yes,” Aaron said. A moment later two sets of hands covered her breasts, sliding over the flesh and teasing the nipples. Abbie let her head fall back, expecting to lean against Aaron, but he wasn’t there.
Another set of hands gripped her waist, then curled over the satin covering her bottom. “You’re beautiful, Abbie.” George was behind her. He tugged her panties down, sliding his hands over her hot skin. George gently bit the point of her shoulder, then nibbled along her neck. Matt paused in his exploration of her tits long enough to kiss her lips. He licked them, tracing each lip before rubbing the crease between them, asking entrance. She opened her mouth, tangling her tongue with his. He tugged on her nipples, then smoothed them with gentle pets and caresses.
She felt like moaning when George’s fingers trailed between the cleft in her asscheeks and slid farther forward. He paused, just shy of the wet heat between her legs. “Can I touch you, Abbie?”
His hot breath washed over her neck, exciting her. She was more aware of his finger hovering near her pussy lips than she was of Matt’s tongue licking the roof of her mouth. She almost needed him touch her, to feel her. It astonished her that he even wanted to. There was no way to say yes with Matt in her mouth, so she reached around behind her and grabbed his wrist. She could feel him stiffen behind her, his arm pulling back. She pushed his hand forward, until his fingers tangled in her wet pubic hair.
George groaned deep in his chest, an animal sound that startled and pleased her. He began a thorough exploration of her cunt; one that made her buck back against him. He pressed himself tightly against her, forcing her against Matt’s chest. Her eyes widened behind the blindfold. George’s dick was not only rock hard but shoved right up to her butt.
She pushed Matt off of her mouth. He went right back to sucking her nipples. “Aa-Aaron…?”
“Do you want them to fuck you, babe?”
The thought made her weak in the knees. She wanted them to, she was burning with the idea. Two men, two hard cocks, enjoying, loving, sating themselves with her body. She didn’t want them to touch her either. The fear was still there. The image of the beached whale that she carried around never left and it whispered viciously that they only wanted the novelty of fucking a fatty.
“But I’m fat!” She never intended for that to come out. She never wanted to admit to it out loud. She wished she could take it back. She tried to figure out the best way to extricate herself from the two men and bolt down the hallway.
Matt’s mouth left her left tit. “Fat?” He sounded confused. “You’re not fat, you’re gorgeous.”
“Oh, Abbie, is that what you think?” Aaron’s voice was suddenly right next to her. He tugged the blindfold off and threw it on the desk.
“Meredi–”
“Meredith? That bony bitch?” That came, surprisingly enough, from George. “I wish she had your body. Don’t tell Aaron, but I’ve fantasized about fucking your for years. You have the perfect ass.”
“But–”
“It’s perfect.” He dropped to his knees behind her, kneading the ass in question with both hands, one dry, one wet. “It’s round, soft, and perfect for a man’s hands. Nothing like a beautiful, wide ass to get me hard.” He pulled the cheeks apart and blew between them. She shivered. “Ever been fucked in the ass, Abbie? Your ass was designed for fucking.”
“Yes.” She looked sidelong at Aaron, hoping he hadn’t noticed how incredibly turned on she was. He had. He had that little half grin on his face, the intense look in his eyes, and his cock was out.
“Are you going to let them fuck you, baby?” Aaron licked his lips and squeezed his cock. The head turned red and precum dribbled out. She stared at it for a heartbeat of time, the met his eyes.
“Yes.”
“Thank God,” George muttered from between her butt. A second later something warm and wet touched her asshole.
“George? What are you doing?”
“Loving your ass, Abbie.” He took a nibble on the curve of one rounded cheek, then spread them wider and put his face between them.
Matt didn’t say anything, his fingers had replaced George’s in her pussy. Abbie closed her eyes and swallowed. A tongue on her ass and fingers sensuously roaming around her clit felt better than she’d ever thought they would. Not even the sounds coming from the desk were enough to bother her. Matt’s lips touched hers again and she had her tongue in his mouth before he could completely kiss her.
Suddenly she felt free. She had two studs servicing her, one was worshiping her ass and one was paying homage to her breasts. They wanted her, not any of those women out there who thought she was a cow because she wore a size nine. It was a heady sensation only rivaled by the blast of sexual arousal that tore through her.
She lifted her head and met Aaron’s eyes from across the desk. She felt like the sexiest creature on the planet and the look in his baby-blues confirmed it. “C’mon, babe, up on the desk.”
He’d cleared it, she noticed. When had that happened? She broke away from her two lovers and crossed to the desk, conscious of her swaying hips and the eyes staring at her. He lifted her, sitting her on the short edge. George pressed his way between her legs, all but shoving Aaron out of his way. For a moment she thought he was just going to start fucking, he didn’t, he dropped to his knees again. Matt was back at her breasts again, licking and sucking on one then the other.
George’s tongue slid into her pussy, slithering between the lips. She moaned, arching her back. It felt so different, yet the same, with George’s tongue instead of Aaron’s. Matt shifted on his feet, never letting go of her nipple while he took off his clothes. George nibbled on one of her thighs, then pushed them farther open, licking as deeply into her cunt as his tongue could reach. Aaron settled back in the big, leather chair, slowly stroking his cock. She smiled at him, watching the steady motion of his hand.
The desk creaked under Matt’s weight. He straddled her chest, startling her. For a moment she couldn’t figure out why on earth he’d want to do such a ridiculous thing, then the heavy weight of his cock slapped between them. She smiled up at him as sexily as she could manage and pushed her tits together. He groaned, dribbling pre-cum on her. That ego-stroking sensation of sex goddess flooded through her again. If she wasn’t careful, she’d get addicted to it.
“That’s it, fuck my titties,” she said. She had no idea where it came from, but from the throbbing between her breasts she knew he liked it. She had to confess to herself, that she did, too. Talking dirty to Aaron was one thing, but doing it to another man? That was thrilling beyond belief. “Your cock feels so good between my tits, fuck me with it.”
“Oh yeah,” Aaron said.
Matt groaned again, rocking on top of her. His dick rubbed back and forth, almost painfully in the tight wedge of her breasts, she was dry up there. She lifted her head, sticking her tongue out, and caught a lick of his cock. He shuddered, humping a little faster. Either she was sweating or he was pouring out the pre-cum, her chest was getting wetter and warmer.
George ignored her clit, almost to her disappointment. He went for her hole instead, sliding his tongue and his fingers into it. Her pussy felt swollen and sticky, about as juicy as it got without an orgasm. He was a little on the evil side, every time her pussy started throbbing enough to cum, he backed off and played with her thighs. Well, maybe she wasn’t quite ready to cum, not with Matt fucking her breasts.
She stretched her neck a little more and managed to catch the entire head of his cock whenever he pushed his way through her tits. He paused at the top of each thrust, letting her tongue swirl all over the tip before withdrawing for another stroke.
“You’re so sexy, baby,” Aaron told her, his warm voice pouring all over her like syrup. This time she believed him wholeheartedly.
Matt grunted with every rock of his hips, pushing more and more of his cock into her mouth. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He sounded almost disappointed. He started to pull away, but she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to her, sucking as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. “Oh shit,” he whispered as if it were a holy word.
The first spurt of his semen caught her almost by surprise, it slapped her in the back of the throat with more force than she expected. He pulled back a little, shooting a second, then a third spray. She swallowed reflexively, she couldn’t have done anything else if she’d wanted to, and caught a fourth one on the tip of her tongue. He pulled out of her entirely, his hand flying up and down the length of his cock. He caught her on the chin and then aimed for her tits. He rocked on her, pressing the dripping head of his cock to her nipple and rubbing the remnants of his sperm into it.
Aaron sprawled on his back in the thick rug in front of the couch. “Ride me, baby.”
She didn’t need a second invitation. She couldn’t wait to get on her guy’s cock and ride it to orgasm. George obligingly backed off, then followed her over. She mounted Aaron, hissing in pleasure with each little wiggle of her hips that sank his thick dick deeper into her. George was behind her, between Aaron’s legs, fondling her ass and rubbing her asshole with his finger. Matt flopped onto the couch, watching intently. She shut her eyes, ignoring them, and concentrated entirely on the cock spearing into her pussy. He spread her open, stretching the walls of her cunt. She sighed in a queer combination of contentment and arousal when he bottomed out in her. No matter where they were, the feeling of his cock buried in his pussy was like coming home.
She started to lift up on him, but he caught her hips in his hands and pulled her back down, rocking them in a little circle. She caught on, rubbing herself against his cock and his pelvis. She leaned down; nibbling on his chin. He caught her mouth and slid his tongue inside.
Abbie squealed, nearly jumping off of Aaron’s cock, when George’s tongue slid over her asshole. She’d forgotten about him except in the peripheries of her mind. He pried her cheeks apart and shoved his tongue inside of her. Aaron had once told her that he was an ass man, she’d thought he admired a butt in jeans not that he admired her butt with his tongue. He replaced his tongue with a finger, rolling it around inside of her while he nipped at her butt. After a moment he stuck in a second finger. Aaron forced his hand between them and found her clit. She shut her eyes, unmoving, and concentrated on her clit.
George knew what he was doing with an ass. He didn’t push or rush, he just seduced her ass into taking his fingers. He put the third finger in there and held them still, letting her get used to them. She winced, more in shock than pain, and waited.
“Is he going to…?” Matt scooted off the couch and came around behind her.
George pulled his fingers out slowly, one by one. He put his tongue in her ass again. When he pulled away it was to adjust position. One of his hands palmed a cheek. She opened her eyes again, staring down into Aaron’s. His were smoldering. She knew that he could feel the finger in her ass, and probably even the tongue.
“Here it comes, Abbie.” George brushed the tip of his dick against her asshole, then pressed.
She froze, holding her breath.
“Holy shit.” Matt sounded as if he’d found the Holy Grail.
The pain flashed briefly when George popped past the tight muscles determined to keep him out. He stopped for a moment, then started a gentle back and forth thrusting. Aaron’s fingers rubbed her clit, his dick harder than ever in her pussy. It was uncomfortable, almost painful, but one of the most erotic things she’d ever been a part of. Her ass relaxed, opening up a little more to the dick slowly drilling her. She felt George’s pubic hair brush her ass moments before he got himself all the way inside.
“Holy shit,” Matt said again. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”
Abbie shuddered, rubbing her pussy against Aaron. She could feel her ass loosening around George’s dick, welcoming him into it. He must have felt it as well; he pulled back. Her ass sucked at his cock, not letting him go easily. He rubbed her butt with his hands, murmuring something she didn’t understand. He pushed back in. “Fuck yes, you have the perfect fucking ass. Perfect.” He slapped a cheek for emphasis.
Abbie groaned, arching her butt up toward him. He clamped her hips and pulled out again. She wiggled on Aaron’s cock, chasing after George’s. Aaron caught her tits in his hands, squeezing the nipples. She gasped, her body jerking. George thrust in powerfully and paused, when nothing but panting came from her, he put himself into the ass fucking.
Aaron hunched his hips under her, but he didn’t need to. George’s heavy stroking rocked her back and forth on his dick. She found a rhythm that met George’s thrusts and ground into Aaron’s fucking. She felt like the sex kitten of the century, like there was nothing she couldn’t do. “Fuck me hard. Harder!”
George reached around Abbie and tugged at her nipples. Abbie couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t keep from groaning either, it felt too good. He squeezed her ass and licked her back. He pummeled her rump, grunting with ever inward stroke.
Matt inched toward her face, cock in hand. She didn’t even think about it, just reached out and grabbed it. She tugged it forward, opening her mouth. He slid his fingers into her hair and crouched next to her face, letting her suck him down.
She didn’t know where the orgasms started, or why, they just did. One right after the other rolled through her. Her ass felt electrified with each rub of George’s cock. It was like nothing she’d ever felt. Her pussy clenched, the entire length of it suddenly alive and fully aware of the hard dick buried completely in it. Her clit rocked against Aaron’s pelvic bone with each one of George’s thrusts. The thought was so dizzyingly delicious that she came again.
She gasped and cried around Matt’s cock because she never wanted it out of her mouth. Her ass jiggled around George’s cock, and consequently Aaron’s as well. Aaron held her hips firmly in his hands, but could keep her still. George slapped her butt a few times, then growled her name and shoved his dick in as deep as it would go. She could feel him shuddering and pouring his load into her throbbing ass. Aaron whined that peculiar little moan he made when he was particularly turned on and came as well.
George backed away from her, his dick popping out of her butt with a sloshy plop. Matt replaced him so fast, she didn’t even see him move. The fresh cock burrowing deep into her ass made her groan. Aaron tweaked her nipples and pulled her head down for a kiss. Matt didn’t have the finesse that George did, he just pounded away for a few minutes until he added his cum to George’s.
“Hey, give me a piece of that Aaron.” George knelt down beside her and commandeered her lips for a deep kiss. “Thank you for making a fantasy come true.”
She blushed, not sure if he was joking or if Aaron had put him up to it.
“Holy shit.” Matt flopped onto the floor behind her.
“I hope that Aaron will share you lovely ass with me again.”
“Don’t count on it.” Aaron wrapped his arms around his wife and held her tight. “But, maybe.”
“C’mon Matt, let’s leave these two alone. See you Monday, Aaron.”
Abbie didn’t know when she’d been more embarrassed in her life. She pressed her face to Aaron’s chest and brazened it out while she listened to the other two pulling their clothes on and straightening the desk. Their cum slithered out of her ass, drying on the backs of her thighs. She felt like a slut. A sexy, hot, gorgeous slut.
She smiled into Aaron’s warm chest. She liked the idea. It suited her.