Page 63 of The Rebound Plan

Max shoves a condom at Russ, who drops it on the cushion beside me and resumes touching me. His hands cup my breasts the way Max did. His fingers are bigger, and my tits disappear into his fists.

I shudder at the new sensation, the ache of my nipples caught between his middle fingers and the way he bounces them. I’m new to him, too. Breasts he’s never held before, a bit of unexpected fun.

I like the sounds he makes behind me, revealing what he likes.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs. “You soft everywhere, Shan?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He ghosts one hand down my belly to my bare mound. He sucks in a surprised breath at the smooth flesh. I guess he really has been a monk recently if a Brazilian impresses him.

And then he groans as he slides his fingers between my lips and finds my clit.

He growls, his breathing going rough when I buck against his hand, caught between them now.

“Fuck, you feel good. And so fucking wet. You’re soaking my hand.”

“I’m telling you, man. She can take us both.”

Russ keeps touching me, mostly my clit, but down to where Max is spearing into me, too.

And then he tips me forward again, his hand gone, but then back again from behind, and it’s…not his cock, I realize. Just his fingers.

But he’s doing it.

He’s pushing into me from behind, adding to the sensation of fucking me.

Below me, Max is lost in his own fantasy. He thinks Russ has put on the condom and they’re both fucking me now. “That’s it. Take his cock, too.”

I couldn’t though. Because even just Russ’s fingers are too much. “Noooo…”

It’s been a long time since I’ve been stretched like this, used like this, and it’s a mind fuck how much I like it. But liking the idea of something and actually tolerating it are two different things.

Russ eases back and presses his face into my hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

I’m shaking.

“Take her ass, then.”

I clench up.

“You got lube?” Russ’s wet fingers trace over my tight rim.

Wouldn’t it be something if my husband’s magical pockets that had served up two condoms also had lube?

But we’re out of luck.

Max groans. “You might not need it.”

I gasp. “No.”

Russ’s other hand rubs up my spine. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t. This is hot just like this. I could look at your arse bouncing all night.”

“You want in her cunt alone? I’m almost done.”

I close my eyes, hating how my pussy clenches down around my husband’s cock at the casual way he’ll offer me up.

“Nah, that’s yours tonight.” Russ catches my other arm, the one that’s still touching Max, and he slides that hand off my husband’s shoulder and brings it around behind my back. Moving as much of my touch as possible to his body instead. “I’ll use her hand.”

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