Page 113 of Once a Month

“Me?” I ask.

“Yes. Did you like fucking me?”

“Yes,” I reply, sliding my fingers around my clit.

“Which part did you like the best?” she asks.

“All of it,” I say.

“Did you like fucking my wife?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Did you like how we touched you?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Then, why aren’t you here so we… Oh, yes!”

“Yes,” I say again. “Come for me.”

“I am,” she replies. “Fuck, I’m coming, baby. Don’t stop!”

I rub my clit hard and fast as I try to catch up.

“God, I’m coming, too,” I say.

“You’re touching your–”

“Yes,” I interrupt.

“We want you,” she says. “We want you again. Fuck, yes!”

I think about buttoning up my jeans and rushing to their house on the other side of town. I see my car keys on the table by the door, and I lick my lips at the thought of rushing over there just to make them both come and let them make me come in return, but I don’t.

“How was it?” I ask when I hear how shallow breaths begin to slow.

“Really fucking good,” she replies. “This one wanted to fuck me on the return flight, but I made her wait. She needed to earn it.”

“I earned it,” the other woman says. “And I want to keep on earning it all night.”

“I think it’s your turn,” my friend’s wife replies. “Are you coming over?” she asks me.

“Maybe next week,” I say.

“Baby, you’ll make me come again,” she says to her wife.

“Good,” her wife replies. “We’re hanging up now.”

“Okay,” I say. “Have fun tonight.”

“We will. There will be ice cubes.”

“Fuck,” I say again, remembering the last time I saw them use ice cubes.

I hung up before they could.

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