LOGINTESSY'S POVEric looked back over his shoulder at the baby oil in my hand."Is that baby oil?""Yes," I said."Tessy that's not really…""No Diddy," I said coldly. And slapped his ass hard enough that the sound cracked through the bedroom like a gunshot.He yelped. His cheeks clenched. I watched them and felt an evil satisfaction spread through me.I pulled my nightwear over my head and dropped it on the floor. Completely naked now and standing behind my boyfriend's arched muscular body in my own bedroom with a pegging harness in my hand. And absolutely no regrets about any of it.I poured some baby oil into my palm.Then I slathered it down the full length of the external dildo from tip to base. sSlow and thorough. Watching it glisten under the bedroom light. Eric was watching me over his shoulder with a mask of horror on his face.The inner dildo was shorter and curved.And when I wore the harness and positioned it, it slid inside my pussy and I gasped "Fuck" at the ceiling becau
TESSY'S POVEric showed up on a Thursday.Three weeks before his rent was due. Which told me he was now at the point where he was so desperate he could do anything.Perfect. I opened the door before he knocked.He looked good and I hated that he looked good. Fresh haircut. The grey hoodie I had bought him last winter. And his eyes doing that thing where they begged for a second chance."Tessy…""Come in," I said. Not warmly.He sat on my couch. Abd I sat across from him in the armchair with my legs crossed and my face neutral. Letting the silence do the hard work."I've been trying to reach you for two weeks," he began."I know.""I need you to know it didn't mean anything…""Eric." I looked at him. "That guy was nine inches deep in your ass and you were calling him Daddy… don't you tell me it didn't mean anything."He winced."What do you want me to say?""Nothing," I snapped. "I want you to listen. We're done. That's it. Simple!""Tessy please." He leaned forward, elbows on his kne
TESSY'S POV I heard it before I saw it. As soon as the elevator doors opened on Eric's floor, the sounds came floating down the hallway before I had even reached his apartment door. Unmistakably the sounds of someone having a very good time in there. I smiled to myself. So much for being sick. That was the thing about Eric, my boyfriend. He was always lying! I had a bouquet of roses in one hand and my spare key in the other. Already composing the speech in my head. The teasing one about catching him pretending to be sick just to avoid our anniversary dinner… when the sounds got clearer. "Oh yes… right there… just like that…" I slowed down. That wasn't Eric's voice. Or rather, it was Eric's voice but high and breathy and unguarded in a way he had never been with me no matter how creative I got when we fucked. "Don't stop… Daddy, please don't fucking stop, damn…" I stood outside the door with my key in my hand and my anniversary roses going slightly limp in my
BRIDGET'S POVTed put his second knee on the mattress and I reached for him before he finished moving. My fingers wrapping around his shaft and feeling the thickness of him throb against my palm. He was bigger than Charles. Significantly. But the real question was if he could use it just as well as Charles used his.He moved forward willingly.And his cock pressed against my pussy.I felt the stretch begin before he had even pushed and I grabbed his shoulder. Exhaling slowly as he watched my face with dark focused eyes while he pushed even deeper.The sound I made was nasty.Ted's cock split me open inch by inch and my back arched off Charles's side of the bed.His jaw clenched tight from the feeling of my walls gripping him and he sank deeper.Then I grabbed the headboard with one hand and my own breast with the other and squeezed and milk ran down my fingers. His eyes dropped to watch it and he thrust the rest of the way in and I wailed into the pillow.I was full. Impossibly, ov
BRIDGET'S POVHis eyes dropped between my thighs. "I can see it from here."I looked down.My nightgown was clinging.He reached out. His fingers finding the hem and pushing it up my thighs. And I grabbed his wrist and held it there and we were both very still."Charles will be home soon," I said."In an hour." He held my gaze. "I know his schedule.""Ted…""One hour is enough time." His fingers moved higher and found my inner thigh and I felt my willpower doing what it had been doing every time he got within touching distance of me, which was quietly putting its coat on and leaving.His fingers reached my pussy."Oh…" The sound came out small and helpless.He pushed two fingers through my folds and I fell back against the pillows and my hand went immediately to my breast and squeezed. Milk beading at the nipple. And the two sensations connecting in my body like a circuit completing."Fuck," he breathed. "You're soaking.""I am," I said. My voice was gone.He worked his fingers slowl
BRIDGET'S POVFast-forward a couple days later… Charles and I had grown distant since that morning in the kitchen.Maybe it was something I said. Maybe something I didn't... I wasn't too sure.He'd come home. We'd have dinner. He'd ask about the baby. I’d ask about work.We'd sleep on opposite sides of the bed and he never made the slightest move to touch my breasts… and I did not ask him to.Then we'd repeat it all the next day.Thankfully, it hadn’t been as hard as it should have been.Because Ted had been, you know… taking care of that.Oh yeah!Any moment we found ourselves alone in the house he pounced on me. His mouth finding my breasts with the enthusiasm of someone who had discovered a private spot he intended to revisit as many times as possible. He would find me in the kitchen. In the hallway once Charles left for work. Against the wall outside the bedroom while my baby slept.Nursing from me like it was a need he had been carrying around his whole life.And I let him ever







