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She shouldn’t be here. It was a bad idea to stay, she should have gone to see a movie, gone to the café, fuck, even a night in the Love Room at the motel would be better than this.
Stevie knew that Patrick was coming home tonight, and she knew how much David had missed his husband, but it was too late for her to leave without it being obvious as to why she felt the need to go. It’s their home, after all. Well, technically, it’s now her home, too.
Nevertheless, they should be allowed to have loud, ravenous, passionate sex after having been separated for weeks. Of course they should! But surely they should be allowed to have it without being listened to. Definitely without being listened to AND masturbated to. Patrick always gave them space when she came back from a trip, but god, she is so wet, and fuck, she is so horny.
When Patrick had to leave in the middle of the night for a family emergency, none of them expected it to be 3 weeks before he returned. Clint had taken a tumble down the stairs and broken his leg. Patrick, being the loving, caring son that he is, had raced to the aid of his ageing parents. David had offered to go with him, but Patrick insisted he stay home to take care of the store and “to take care of Stevie”, the last bit delivered with a wink and a grin.
For the past 3 weeks, David and Stevie have been alone. The mundanities of life continued, like work, chores and grocery shopping. But in between the mundane things, they’ve filled in the hours by fucking like rabbits. The whole house was their sexual playground, except for the master bedroom. She had sucked David's cock while he made them dinner. David bent her over the dining room table after breakfast. David fist fucked her while she had tried to do the laundry. Stevie ate his ass while he was working on orders in the home office. Her favourite home sexploit was sitting on David’s face while they facetimed Patrick from the lounge room. Hearing Patrick grunt and moan while his husband feasted on her pussy, oh it was heaven. David’s tongue had definitely worked it’s magic that night.
So here she is, on the night of Patrick’s long-awaited return. Her cunt is throbbing at the thought of what is going on above her head. Her boyfriend fucking into his husband. God, that thought is so hot and she wants to feel guilty about touching herself, but the pulsing of her pussy is only getting more intense.
She can hear Patrick moan “Fuck yeah, David, right there”.
The sound of their bed rocking against the wall, thumping through her room below.
She can’t hold out any longer. Her fingers are toying with her rock hard nipples before they make their way down her body. Sliding down into her soaking wet underwear.
Another moan from above, David this time… Stevie’s finger went instantly to her pebbled clit. The noises he makes drive her wild. Her body arches up off the bed from the pressure she applies. Rubbing circles, harder then softer, her body rising and falling involuntarily. She can still feel the phantom pressure of David’s cock, deep in her from earlier today, his body pounding her clit with every thrust. Slapping her clit hard, she moans at the sensation it drives through her body.
The thumping of the bed frame from above intensifies and she knows Patrick is being ripped apart in the best way possible. Positioning herself on all fours, ass on full display towards her open bedroom door, Stevie feels a draft from the doorway, cool against her burning hot pussy. She inserts two fingers into her tight, wet hole and moans. Rocking her body onto her fingers, she palms her clit with every thrust and push. She is panting, but it’s not enough. Inserting a third finger, it feels better, but… Another moan from above and she knows that she needs something more.
Silently thanking Patrick again for her Christmas present, Stevie pulls it out of her drawer. It’s a replica dildo of David’s hard cock, complete with a suction cup on the end. She quickly attaches it to her bedhead and backs herself onto it. No need for lube this time; she is already soaking wet.
“Fuck!” She pants, as she fills herself up. Her fingertips are still dancing on her rock hard clit when she hears David scream “Fuck, Patrick, I’m gonna cum!” and a moan, louder than intended, escapes her.
Rocking harder and faster, pounding herself on his dick. Her ass slamming into the cold, wooden bedhead only adding to the pleasure. She can feel her legs tremble as she nears her orgasm. “David, David, David” chanting from her lips as her body thrashes against the dildo. Closing her eyes, she imagines that it’s him, David, relentlessly pounding into her. The constant tapping of her fingers on her clitoris feels almost like his balls banging into it. Oh, she’s so close.
She is hurtling towards her climax, having lost complete control of her body, thrusting herself back and forth. She is groaning, panting, seeing him in her mind’s eye. “Oh fuck, David, oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” Stevie feels her pussy tighten and her world explodes and dissolves as she pushes herself over the edge. Her juices are gushing out, as her arm collapses, and her face falls into the mattress. Ass still firmly in the air, her cum dripping down her leg. Her pussy pulsating with aftershocks as she tries to remember how to breathe.
Hearing a sound in the doorway, she lifts her head to see David, a new hickey blooming on his collarbone. He’s wearing nothing but a predatory grin, and holding two bottles of water. “Well, that was fucking hot!” David’s grin only got wider as he tossed her a bottle of water before he turned to go back upstairs. Stevie knew he’d want a repeat performance and she couldn’t wait to deliver it.