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Because if the thought so much as popped into my head, I got hard.And I didn’t want to get hard thinking about Shaw.I really didn’t.

But suddenly, I was picturing her bouncing Vi’s ass like that on my cock.And that had come threatening to gush out of me like a fire hose.

Fuck.

“You’re not playing fair, dimples.Come on, don’t be mean, today of all days.You two are making Luca crazy.The poor asshole is trying not to come all over himself.”Jagger kept his head turned toward the horizon, but from the corner of my eye, I saw him fisting his cock through his swim trunks.

I couldn’t form words.My throat was locked.My cock was one deep breath away from completely shredding my shorts and spilling all over the place.

Vi looked straight at me, her tongue sneaking over her bottom lip as she gazed into my fucking soul and grinned like an evil mastermind hidden behind all that beauty.Turning her head, she whispered something to Shaw that made the other woman jolt.

Everything around me suddenly seemed to be moving in slow motion.Shaw’s fingers tangled in Vi’s hair as she cupped the back of her head.Something that resembled longing flashed over Shaw’s face as she dipped her head and kissed Vi.

Shaw was kissing Vi.

Not a peck on the cheek or a quick smack of their lips together.But a deep, sexually aggressive kiss that had my wife moaning as she pressed closer.Grabbing that perfect ass in one hand, Shaw eliminated what distance still separated them.

Ah fuck, it was jiggling again.

A tortured sound filled the air, and I was too lost in the pleasure of coming harder than I could ever remember to realize the sound came from me.The kiss went on.And on.And on.Shaw’s hand flexing and bouncing.And jiggling.

And I kept coming.

There was no time to think.There was only delirious pleasure and watching the two hottest girls on the motherfucking planet kiss like they were starved for each other.

More.

I wanted to see Shaw touch Vi everywhere.I wanted to watch her kiss and lick and suck.

I wanted her to strip that purple bikini off Vi’s body and then her own.I wanted to see Shaw squirm, her thighs becoming drenched while her ass lifted in the air, her head between Vi’s legs while she ate my girl out.

I wanted to see that freckle I’d only gotten a glimpse of a few hundred times.The one that was on Shaw’s right hip below the string of her black bikini bottoms.

I wanted her to suck on Vi’s tits while my wife rode me.Cowgirl.Reverse cowgirl.Vi on all fours, her head between Shaw’s legs, slurping up all that nectar.

It all played out in my head before I could stop it, the mental images sending me down a road I’d never traveled before—never allowed myself to travel.

Because it was wrong.

Wasn’t it?

Shaw was…Shaw.She belonged to Jagger.

Vi was mine.And I’d kill to keep her.

But hadn’t Shaw kind of been a little bit mine too?Just like Vi had been a little bittheirs.There had always been a small trace of something.A flicker in Jagger’s eyes when he looked at Vi.Always with awe, but sometimes with longing.The same way Shaw looked at her.

Which was hot.

And that was wrong.

But what if it wasn’t?

I tried to breathe, but that only caused more come to pump up from my balls.

Vi.

More.

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