Page 145 of Hard to Judge

“Husband, love of my life, please stuff your big wet dick into our wife’s asshole, guide me into her hot pussy, and fuck us until we can only scream your name,” I demand.

“Please, Arlo.” Hailey lays her chest on mine and arches her ass into the sky. “Fuck your wife up the ass and feel your husband’s cock inside her while you do it.” She screams the last word as Arlo lines his thick dick up with her entrance and breaches her tight asshole. “Yes. Yes. Oh fuck.”

“You two slay me.” Arlo groans. He leans over Hailey’s back and stares down between us.

“I will, if you don’t put me in already.” Sweat clings to my forehead despite the chilly air piping out of the vents.

“Shut up. I can’t move yet, or I’ll come.” He huffs.

My laugh is sinister. “My, how the tables have turned.”

He grips me out of spite and we all gasp together. “I’m not even all the way in.”

“Come on, dragon. I can take it,” Hailey challenges.

“Fuck.” I don’t know if I can.

Sex has always been a means of release. Now that I care for my partners on a cellular level, everything is so much more intense. My skin feels like it’s going to snap right off my body. Like my emotions and the magnitude of our love and lust are too much for my body to contain.

“That’s it, Arlo. Give it to me.” Hailey pants.

I grab her face and pull her lips to mine. If she doesn’t stop taunting, I’m going to come with Arlo’s fingers loosely around my dick and, wow, talk about embarrassing or totally fucking hot.

“Is our mighty panther brought to his proverbial knees?” she teases against my mouth.

“Absolutely.” I snag her lip and she squeals.

“There.” Arlo pants. “I’m in.”

“Sounds like you broke into a bank.” I laugh, releasing my wife’s lip.

“It’s more precious than gold.” He pants.

“My ass?” Hailey giggles.

“All of you, siren. All of you.” Arlo grips my dick and gives me a couple of strokes, like I need it.

Not even a little.

Then he lines me up with soft, wet heat.

“Yes, all of you,” I agree, running my hands over her neck and breasts.

Slowly, too damn slowly for my sanity, Arlo slides my dick inside our wife.

“I can feel you both,” I marvel.

“I can feel you too.” Arlo groans.

“I can feel you most,” Hailey offers in a high pitch.

My hand soothes the side of her face. “How are you doing, sunshine?”

“I feel like I’m flying awfully close to the sun.” She gasps. Her arms shake next to my head where her fingers clutch onto my hair. “Exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.”

“Take a deep breath in through your nose. When you let it out, relax your chest onto mine,” I coach.

Arlo’s strong hands coast up and down her spine. “Safe word, if you need to. You’re more important than DP.”

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