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My movements jerk erratically as I cradle her hips and fuck into her ass. "Yes, fuck me! Yes!" she yells out as I slap her ass, leaving red hand prints. My cum splashes deep inside her, spilling some when I finally pull out. I use my finger to shove some of it back inside. As Cassidy catches her breath, I look up to find my wife strolling into the kitchen. She's smiling as she sets down her shopping bags. "So," she muses. "How are your stress levels, honey?" I look down at Cassidy, seeing my marks all over her. My shoulders sag with a levity I hadn't felt in months. I exhale deeply and smile. "Non- fucking-existent," I swoon.

We took wine and scrubbed each other as we talked about all the little things we haven't got a chance to talk about in a while. It feels like it has been forever and I won't lie, it feels nice to have our queen back. Tessa is so different today as she is the one who initiates everything and Mason and look at each other and decide to receive the care we are getting with grateful hearts. Tessa submerges herself in the bathtub and we can feel her swimming downwards and she holds my big D that was at half mast and I feel a current go throughout my body from where she holds and my body jolts.

I type the message, pouting. Me: I’m missing you, husband. Husband: I wish I could be there with you and the twins right now. Me: You know, I can’t get over our today’s sexual encounters out of my mind. You were so fucking wild. I’m sore, but again dripping wet for you. As I send him the message, I squeeze my legs shut, because I’m again aroused, recalling our passionate encounter in the studio. Husband: Same here, Wifey! My dick is missing the tightness of your pussy.

I sighed in relief and slowly let my face settle into the padded table, drifting somewhere between sleep and bliss. After a few more minutes, I murmured, "Can you go a little lower? It seems my middle back is the part that needs this massage the most." "Okay, ma’am," came the reply. But it wasn’t Sara’s voice. I turned my head and gasped. Lucian. Lucian Knight. My husband, was standing beside the massage bed with no shirt on. Just white pants that hugged his waist like they’d been tailored by angels. His chest glistened slightly, and I immediately looked away because good Lord, my thoughts were not pure.

Their passion reignited, and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her effortlessly. They stopped a mere meter from me. "You have to give me a deep massage, okay?" Jasmine said, her tone dripping with false innocence as she towered over me. Behind her, Luci's hands roamed her body, his kisses relentless. "Sorry," she continued, her words a deliberate taunt. "I just really needed a massage, and Luci's hands are magical. You don't mind, do you? After all, you're his wife. I'm just a poor, injured woman."

“I’m sure you are,” I said skeptically. “But I’m good. And I don't want you to get excited again. Turn into a beast. I smiled." “A workout after a workout?” Ryan rolled his eyes. “You need to learn how to relax. Let me give you a quick message and you won’t need any workout after.” “I’m not sure I would like that,” I said while trying to keep him away. I was already tired and the massage wasn't a good idea .that too from my horny boyfriend.

My thighs were already sore, and certain parts of me felt deliciously raw. While waiting for the tub to fill, I couldn't resist grabbing my phone and typing into G****e: "husband too good at sex, exhausting me, what to do?" I scrolled through the results, snorting when I saw the comments. Nearly every response was some variation of "Where can I find a man like that?" or "Girl, you don't know how lucky you are!"

“I am done here, since you are going to get possessive with me again, I will take a taxi home after saying good night to our rest dates." “LAYLA!!” He yelled and I stopped. “Layla, what can I do to make it go away, I don’t like these feelings when I see you with him, what should I do if you don’t feel the same, I am losing patience and it doesn’t make sense if I let you go and be with him, you are my wife and nothing, not even him can break us apart.” He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me, I didn’t know what he meant but he is totally In control of me again just like that. I bite my lips and moaned softly when he slides into my vaginal with his fingers and his hot breath on my neck. it f

I continued the massage, working her lower back with firm, rhythmic pressure. Through the gap between her thighs, I could see her neatly shaved pussy. What kind of middle-aged divorcée kept her pussy fresh and warm? Perfectly ripe! I slid the towel higher, exposing the full curve of her ass. "Isn't... that supposed to stay on?" Shut up! Before she could lift her head, I pressed it back to the table with one hand, and used the other to knead her lower spine. "H... Hurst? Is that you? What are you doing?"

Rubby said after a while and Jem nodded, they exchanged pleasantries before the two of them walked off leaving Amy and her husband. " Tired?" He asked as he patted her shoulders and she nodded, " Let's go, I will give you a nice massage" he added and led her to their bedroom. Once inside, she laid on the bed while he fetched the massage oil and began to massage her feets lovingly. " It's really unbelievable Damian" she spoke up after a while, a huge grin was on her face. " What is that wife?" He asked back as he looked at her lovingly.