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Katie drew long and hard on his penis. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, moving his hand to the top of her head, and moaned.
A cool swath
of air brushed his side. He opened his eyes. Tresa, nude once again like she
was in the woods near the river that afternoon, laid beside him.
Hello, Jurgen. What an interesting sight you two make.
She bent over and placed her lips on him, soft and seductive. She moved
them apart, urged his mouth open with her tongue, lapped at him a few times then sat up.
Tresa, what are you doing here? He looked at lips that left him wanting more. His breath hitched as Katie pulled on him
deeper and tighter than before.
I came to see the man who claims
to love me.
Her gaze flicked down to Katie, busy working his shaft, then back to Ned’s eyes. She brushed the tips of her fingers
over his breast, tweaked the hard nub. But he seems to be otherwise occupied with another woman.
It’s not what you think. His nipple elongated and stiffened under Tresa’s icy touch.
Katie grasped him with a hand, stroking and laving him
with skin and mouth. He sucked in a stream of air.
All right, I’ll bite. Tresa chuckled and squeezed his pectoral. She shrugged a shoulder and glanced at the ceiling for a quick second. So tell me, what am I thinking? She traced his areola.
Ned drew in another sharp breath. You’re thinking that I’m making love to my girlfriend.
Tresa raised one shoulder, looked away then back.
But that’s not it. I’m just
getting laid. And I’m pretending she’s you.
Oh that’s
rich! Tresa slapped his chest.
He jerked away, scowled at her. Quit hurting me!
Katie let his cock slide from her mouth. He and Tresa
looked down at her. The spiked-hair woman appeared confused. “Ned, baby. Are you all right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
The woman between his legs wrinkled her brow. “You seem far away, like you’re not
here with me.”
“I’m here with you, sweetie.” He stroked
her cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re doing great.”
Katie smiled, kissed the mushroom head of his cock, closed
her eyes and laved him.
Sweetie? Tresa turned her head,
pretended to spit over her shoulder. Do you love her?
You know I don’t.
Then I should just touch her and get this over with so we can go about our business. Yes, I
think that’s what I’ll do. She reached toward Katie. Just one touch and her
life and our problems will all be over.