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“Watch us, Luke,” Genevieve said. “Watch as I help your wife fuck you.”

Her words made me lean back against her as Luke thrusted up, and moaned loudly. I gasped as pleasure shot through me. Genevieve's hands rolled with my hips a few more times before she ran her hands up my side. My nipples pebbled in anticipation that she was going to grab my breasts, when she continued further up, I just wanted her to keep her hands on me.

“Fuck,” I groaned when she pushed my hair to the side, kissing my neck.

“Don’t close those eyes Luke, keep them fucking open,” Genevieve snapped.

“I’m— I’m going to come,” he moaned.

“Not yet, pretty boy,” I said, rolling my hips faster, chasing my release.

“Be a gentleman and let your wife come first,” Genevieve said against my skin. “Fuck him until he screams our name.”

I bounced on his cock, wanting to please Genevieve, but also bring my husband to an orgasm that we had been holding back for a while. I slid my hand down to my clit, looking at Luke as I rubbed myself.

His face was grimacing in pain and pleasure. I was so close to ending his misery. Genevieve grabbed my hair in her hand, andpulled at it so I turned towards her and she kissed me. I didn’t expect it and no matter how many times I thought about it, I wasn’t prepared for it. Genevieve kissed like she was demanding submission, and I was more than happy to give her what she wanted and what I needed.

Her kiss pushed me over the edge. I cried out as she continued kissing me through the shock waves of my orgasm. She nipped my lip before pulling away.

“Come for us now, Luke,” she growled. “Be a good boy and come for your Mistresses.”

I looked down at my husband and he thrusted into me hard and ready for his release, finally letting go. My body was sensitive, and each thrust felt like my body was a livewire of pleasure. Luke shouted ‘Mistress’ as he found his release.

Genevieve pushed my hips up and down a few times, extracting every bit of pleasure Luke had pent up. I stayed still not wanting the moment to end.

I reached back, sliding my hand down Genevieve's side as she did the same to me. My hand traveled towards her pussy, softly extracting a soft moan from her. She chuckled, kissing my neck before she grabbed my hand.

“Cuddle with your husband while I untie him.” Genevieve pushed me forward to a very sleepy Luke.

My lips pursed from the dismissal. I laid on his chest for a moment as his arms were released. I peeked up at Genevieve, seeing her looking at Luke, wondering what she was thinking. She leaned down kissing his cheek, nuzzling into it, and praising him. Luke sighed, bringing his arms down, rolling out his shoulders.

“You ok?” I asked, pushing aside his hair, seeing Genevieve get off the bed.

“Mhmm.” He pulled me closer, kissing my forehead.

I rubbed my hand up and down his arm, enjoying his blissed-out expression. Genevieve came back with a water bottle.

“Drink up, Luke,” she said, handing it to me.

“One more minute,” he grumbled, pressing into me even more.

Genevieve nodded, climbing into the bed behind him, so he was in between both of us. She ran her hand through his hair as I continued rubbing his arm and anything I could touch.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Tired, but good,” he sighed.

“How are your wrists?” Genevieve asked, pulling his arm up so she could examine him.

“A little itchy, but fine,” he said, yawning.

His wrists were red, but nothing serious.

“Come on, amor, you need water,” I said, leaning up.

He sat up too, looking thoroughly fucked. I grinned that I had helped make him look like that. He chugged the water quickly, yawning again.

“What do you need?” she asked, looking at me.

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