Cynthia
I read my husband’s text about asking Kaitlyn to stay on the way home in the taxi and arranged for my in-laws to pick the kids up the next morning so we could have a dirty weekend. Excited to surprise him, I paid the driver extra to get me home as quick as possible. He delivered. I paid. Win-win.
Now, with Kaitlyn riding my husband’s cock, I understood why he’d sent the text. Never told him I was heading home early. Surprised us both.
Kaitlyn looked from my husband to me and back again. Her mouth flapped open, speechless, as she replayed my words. I found I liked the confused expression on her. Hell, I liked every look on that girl’s face. She was sex personified, with no idea of the effect she had on me. On either of us.
“First?” Confused, she looked at Brad for clarification, her eyes narrowing at the sexy smirk on his face. “Brad?”
Brad cocked his head at me, turning his magical, sexy smirk my way. I shook my head, staring at the floor.
“No. No. Brad, don’t smile like that. Stop it.” By the time my words faded away, I was smiling at him and moving towards him. I took his outstretched hand, squeezing his fingers and moving closer to the new lovers. “Was she as perfect as we thought she’d be, darling?”
I brushed the hair from the younger woman’s face. Tenderness and desire glittered in my amber depths. Warmth blossomed...