Page 66 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

As soon as they’re through, the stranger goes to shower. I get up from the bed, pick up one of the little jars of water, and carefully wash my husband’s penis. Then I dry it.

“Everything OK?”

Eric nods. “Are you hot?”

“So hot.”

An instant later, the older man joins us again. I lie back down on the bed without Eric having to say anything. Without a word, the stranger lifts my skirt up to my waist, and I find I’m nervous. He runs his hands on my thighs and pushes my legs apart a little bit so he can wash my sex. He reads my tattoo and grins.

I appreciate the water and being able to cool down. I close my eyes.

“Open your legs and let him have you,” Eric whispers.

I do as he says. It excites me just to do it, and I feel the man’s breath on my moist thigh. His hands are on my labia, and one of his fingers slides inside me...He’s playing...

Squeezing...

I open my eyes.

“That’s it...Let him in,” says Eric. “Just like that.”

This moment...

His voice...

His requests...

Everything makes me feel exalted as everyone around us engages in their own passion.

The stranger pushes his finger in and out of me as his tongue plays with my clitoris, and my breathing quickens. I don’t know how long we’re like that, only that I’m enjoying every single moment.

Suddenly, the man stands up, rolls on a condom, and lays himself on top of me.

“Her mouth is exclusively mine,” Eric tells him.

The stranger nods and grabs my ass so hard, he lifts me up. Demanding and impatient, he penetrates me. Oh yes...this is what I need.

“Look at me,” Eric pleads.

I do as he says. In the meantime, this man with whom I haven’t exchanged a single word, whose name I don’t know, slams in and out of me, and all I want is more depth. I need more, and I swing my legs up to his shoulders. I can tell this excites him. He grabs my hips and impales me, and I almost suffocate when Eric brings his mouth to mine.

“Give me all your moans and cries, my love. Give them to me.”

I need air, but I kiss my love, and I give him what he wants. I’m panting under his mouth. He bites my lips and drinks up every sound I make. This really turns him on, it drives him crazy, as the stranger continues his dance inside me, and I surrender completely. Then, suddenly, the man can’t take it anymore, and, after one final thrust that makes me scream, he climaxes.

The stranger pulls out of me and washes my sex with fresh water once more. That feels so good!

He dries me with a clean cloth. After a few seconds, my heartbeat slows down, and Eric takes my hand.

“Get up, my love.”

My skirt drops, and, without looking back or exchanging a word with the stranger, we leave the room. Eric’s in a hurry.

When we get out to the hallway—where we can hear a thousand moans, cries, and sighs—my love, my husband, takes me in his arms, pushes me against the wall, and kisses me. His kiss is demanding, wild, devastating. I respond in kind. He lifts my skirt, unbuttons his pants, and drives himself inside me.

Oh yes...that is the touch and the depth I need.

Eric!

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