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Nine times out of ten, when the three of you are in the bedroom it’s you and Millie who end up taking control. Of course it’s not like either of you mind that dynamic at all, and neither of you is going to be quick to pass up the chance to pamper and spoil and wreck your husband after a long day of work for I.M.P, but, still, its always a welcome surprise whenever that one-in-ten scenario comes about and Moxxie asks to take on a more dominant role in your wake.
Today is one such example of that, which is why you’re currently in such a compromising position: you’re laid back in the centre of the bed, your head and pelvis each propped up slightly by pillows to get you at just the right angle for what they both have planned; Moxxie is knelt between your spread legs, one of his hands nervously kneading the flesh of your thigh while the other positions the tip of his lubricated cock against your ass; Millie is sat on your face, her thick muscular thighs resting on either side of your head while she leisurely drags her wet pussy over your mouth and tongue — doing just enough to keep you both aroused while Moxxie finishes up his prep. It’s more than a little flustering to have their undivided attention on you like this, but thankfully you aren’t given very long to linger on your self consciousness before your partners finally start making love to you.
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Millie is quick into a familiar rhythm that’s sure to leave your jaw aching and your face drenched in the most blissful way, alternaing between riding your tongue and grinding down against your mouth whenever you switched from tongue-fucking her to sucking on her clit. And she’s anything but quiet as she fucks your face, letting you know exactly how good you’re making her feel and telling you exactly how to make her feel even better in between her groans and moans and grunts.
‘Just like that,’
‘Go a little — hahh — faster, sweets,’
‘Fuck, you’re doing so good for me right now,’
‘Try writing — fuck — try writing your name, hon, that always feels good’
‘That’s it, keep going,’
Her voice is level and breathy, dripping with giddy excitement and a vague sense of authority that you can’t bring yourself to challenge when you’re already so drunk on the taste and scent and feel of her cunt in your mouth. And she seems to know just how lust-drunk you are as she takes even more control, letting you relax and focus on moving your tongue and lips without having to worry about anything else.
Moxxie, meanwhile, takes things slow and steady as he pushes his cock into your ass, pausing after every inch or so to check in with you and make sure that you’re okay until he finally bottoms out inside of you with a throaty groan that goes straight to your throbbing dick. And then he stills for a few moments, giving you plenty of time to adjust to the feeling even as you can feel him throbbing and twitching inside of you from the effort it’s taking him to restrain himself — only moving once you give him a thumbs up, settling into a pace that’s defined by a leisurely pace and deep intentional thrusts that have the bulbous head of his length hitting your prostate with every other stroke.
His voice is tight and strained when he speaks, briefly cracking and pitching over the syllables of your name in a way that has Millie giggling above you, but his words are still uttered with all the care and adoration you’ve come to expect from him over the years you’ve been together. He calls you ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’, he praises you for taking him ‘so well’ and doing ‘so good for me’, even talks about you to Millie who is more than happy to break away from her own running commentary to shower you in praise alongside your husband.
‘He’s doing so well for us, isn’t he Mills?’
‘Oh he’s perfect! Our good boy,’
‘The best, really… fuck…’
‘Feel good, MoxMox?’
‘So so good,’
Millie reached down to gently pat the crown of your head, addressing you in a soft coo that sends yet another wave of heat straight to your dick. ‘Hear that, sweets? That’s all because of you, that make you feel good?’ You wrapped your lips around her clit and hummed, earning a blissed out sigh from Millie before she continued in a slightly lower tone than before. ‘Good, I love seeing my boys have a good time,’
Then she reaches forward and wraps her hand around the base of your neglected cock and you’re sent tumbling violently over the edge of climax: mind blanking, vision blotching, heart pounding, limbs trembling, cock spurting, and only able to lay there and take it as your lovers prolong your high and chase their own in your wake.
So far gone that you’re only able to whine and groan and lamely buck your hips back against Moxxie as he milks your prostate with deep, angled thrusts. So far gone that you’re barely able to keep fucking your tongue into Millie’s drooling cunt, relying on her to ride you as you limply moan and groan and grunt against her sensitive clit. So far gone that you barely even hear the loud, lewd sound of your husband and wife finally falling over the edge together as they lean over your twitching, overstimulated body to share a heated kiss — practically deaf to Millie’s throaty moans and breathy sighs, and to Moxxie’s pitchy sighs and strained ‘ah, ah, ah’s, and to anything beyond the erratic pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. So far gone that all you can process is your own overwhelming pleasure as your husband fills your ass with his cum and your wife squirts into your open mouth, only lucid enough to take it, to swallow, and to whine in a way that bordered on pathetic when they both finally pulled off, out, and away to start taking care of you.
So far gone that, even as you finally started to come down from your high, you were only barely able to process the gentle press of Millie’s plush lips against your sweaty temple, and the damp chill of a washcloth between your thighs, and the earnest praise Moxxie uttered in a hoarse, strained voice that had your skin growing pleasantly hot when your lagging mind finally caught onto what he said.
‘You did so well tonight. We’re so so proud of you,’