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The Bet: Who will cum first in this spouse swap competition?
She worked me again. This time her fingers twisted and swirled around my swollen head and sensitive frenulum. She pulled away as strands of saliva extended in the space between, then closed the gap and put me back in her grasp.
“Sorry, I can tell you’re a little disappointed with how the evening is going,” I mumbled into her neck.
“It’s not you,” Isabella confessed as she slowly stroked my meager manhood. “Sometimes we draw the short straw, that’s all.” A delicate sigh escaped her luscious lips as I squirmed beneath her manipulations. She still wore her white criss-cross halter-top. Her legs crossed at the ankle in black fare pants. We nestled on a small couch as we watched our spouses devour one another from across the room. My dress pants and linen shirt bunched up on the floor.
Our life-partners were in various modes of undress: her husband, Eric, upright and kneeling on the bed, wore only a white dress shirt completely unbuttoned exposing his god-like musculature and those “on-ramps” that drive my wife insane. Meanwhile, my wife, Meghan, had the hem of her sundress hiked up her back as she bent forward. She looked at Isabella and I while Eric worked his magic fingers on her pussy.
I could see the glistening sweat upon her breasts as they hung heavy. They’d rise…
