Amanda lounged against the headboard, her eyes narrowing at Mark as he confessed what he'd always suspected. "You knew about my threesome fantasy all this time and said nothing? Bold move, husband." Mark grinned, stepping closer. "I wanted the perfect moment to make it real, but tonight, let's start with just us talking dirty about it." She laughed sharply, pulling him in by his shirt. "Talking? How about we do more than talk—you know I'm not the submissive type who waits around."
Their mouths met in a heated kiss, hands roaming as tension crackled. "If we had another woman here," Amanda murmured between breaths, "I'd have her watch while I ride your cock first, just to show who's in charge." Mark groaned, his hands gripping her ass. "You're already making me so hard. What else, my strong-willed wife?" She pushed him onto the bed, straddling him with a wicked smile. "I'd make her join, but right now, I'm horny enough to take you alone."
Clothes vanished in a flurry. Amanda's pussy was already wet and dripping as she lowered herself onto his hard cock, riding him with fierce rhythm. "Fuck, that feels good," she panted, "but imagine a blowjob from both of us at once—your cock wouldn't stand a chance." Mark thrust up to meet her, sweating from the effort. "You're killing me with these details. Keep going."
She leaned forward, biting his lip playfully. "And when you came inside me, she'd lick it all up while I came on her tongue." Their pace quickened, bodies slick and panting, until Mark exploded with a grunt, filling her as Amanda shuddered through her own climax, cum dripping down her thighs. They collapsed together, still connected and grinning.
"That was just the preview," Amanda said, tracing his chest. "Next time, we make it three."
But as they caught their breath, the door creaked open with an unexpected guest already in mind for chapter two.
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