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With each pass Luke caught himself from moving. He was vibrating with need and I could see the desperation in his eyes.

“Mistress, p-please. I need it,” he cried out when she passed over his cock again.

“Be a good boy and beg your Mistress,” she purred.

I clenched my thighs together as my own whimper escaped. They looked at me with hooded eyes and Genevieve smirked as if I was reacting exactly as she wanted.

“Mistress, please,” Luke cried out again.

“Good boy, you beg so well,” she said, dragging the feather up his balls, over his ass before she flicked her wrist hitting him hard on his ass.

“Ten, thank you, Mistress,” Luke moaned, thrusting his hips forward.

I couldn’t do it anymore. I pushed my hands under my underwear and rolled my fingers over my clit.

“I need… I need,” he whimpered, thrusting again looking at me with need.

Genevieve grabbed his cock stroking him slowly. His hips started to move on their own, looking at me.

“Come for your wife,” Genevieve ordered.

Luke moaned deep and loud, erupting into her hand. Her demand ignited my own pleasure and I came with my husband. My body tightened with each pass of my fingers over my clit and I cried out arching my back. When I finally came down, Genevieve was unstrapping Luke, praising him, running her hands up and down his back.. When she noticed I was watching, she nodded me over.

I walked over on shaky legs.

“Aftercare is just as important,” she said pushing me towards Luke’s back.

He had a look of euphoria on his face as we sandwiched him in between us. I wrapped my arm around his waist, resting my hand on her forearm.

I don’t know what the hell had happened, but this was not what I had expected. A part of me expected I was going to freak out, I certainly hadn’t expected an orgasm. But how could I not, seeing Luke blissed out with pleasure and Genevieve who was in charge of it. It made me want more and I wanted to be a part of it next time.

11

Genevieve

“Earth to Genny!” A hand waved in front of me bringing me out of the daydream I was having about the married couple who had not left my thoughts for the last few days.

“What?” I scowled, looking at my sister, Cheryl, smirking at me.

“What’s up with you?” She grabbed a chip from the basket and dipped it in salsa.

“Nothing,” I said nonchalantly.

“Bullshit,” she said, taking a sip of her margarita. “You look pensive. What's on your mind?”

I took a deep breath, wondering if I even wanted to bring up my married couple. My? I rolled my eyes at myself, maybe talking to Cheryl would help me put some distance between myself and them, because right now I was desperate for another session with them.

“I’ve been working with a married couple and they are not what I expected,” I said, grabbing a chip.

Cheryl raised her eyebrows. “And?”

I sighed, annoyed with myself. “I want them.”

“Ok, and?” She looked annoyed. “That’s never stopped you before. So, what is it now? I mean, it's all consensual right?”

“Of course, I would never sleep with someone against their will or behind a partner's back,” I scoffed. “I might have sex for money, but I draw the line at forcing someone or cheating with someone if I know about their significant other. What's wrong with you?”

Cheryl laughed, “I’m teasing. Calm your tits.”

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