"You look so alive, baby!"

"You look so alive baby," Jordan said with awe. "You're having fun, aren't you?"

"I am! And we just got fucking started!" Rashida moaned. "Slow, just like that, Hank. Every inch. Slide every inch in me."

Hank did so, slowly thrusting his cock in and out so every inch of him slid along the inside of her pussy.

"I think I understand you a lot better, Hank," Jordan said. "Veevee's always said you enjoy seeing her happy and fulfilled, but I think a part of me never really got it. Like there might be a nagging sense of insecurity watching your lady enjoy herself with another man, but..looking at Rashida right now, and seeing how much she's loving this..it makes me feel really good."

Veevee smiled, hugging Jordan from behind. "It's because you know she loves you. Just as she knows you love her. That's why she's been okay with you seeing me, and why seeing her with Hank's not bothering you."

"That's how Veevee and I have lived our marriage," Hank added, one hand sliding along the arch of Rashida's back.

"I love you, Jordan," Rashida said, her fiery look taking on a temporary sweet countenance.

"I love you too, baby," Jordan said back.

Rashida's look then shifted back to one of fiery passion. "Now watch me get off. Hank, faster now."

"You got it." Hank picked up the pace, with longer and harder thrusts. His hips were cushioned by Rashida's ample buttocks as his heavy balls slapped against her pussy lips.

Rashida moaned, then stared intently at Veevee.

"Your man's fucking me, Veevee! The big fucking cock you're always talking about is inside me now!"

Jordan smirked. "Rashida loves dirty talk."

Veevee smiled broadly. "Our friend Sally Walker is much the same." She looked into Rashida's eyes as her hand slipped down to cup Jordan's crotch.

"How's it feel? Fucking another woman's husband?" Veevee teased.

"I fucking love it! Grab my tits, Hank."

Hank reached around and palmed Rashida's heavy breasts, squeezing them adoringly as he continued to thrust into her.

"Good, because I love it too," Veevee said huskily. She started kissing Jordan's neck as she fondled his crotch.

"You going to fuck my man..right in front of me?" Rashida asked, her voice straining as she felt her first orgasm building.

"Yes," Veevee said firmly. "You going to keep fucking mine?"

"Try and stop me," Rashida said, playful challenge in her voice as her moans and cries became more frequent.

"Good," Veevee said as she undid Jordan's pants.

"Get the feeling we're pawns in our wives' sexual games? " Jordan asked Hank with a chuckle.

Thrusting nearly balls deep into Jordan's beautiful wife, Hank chuckled back. "There are worse fates." He could feel his cock swelling as he was getting ready to cum.

Rashida could feel it. "Yes! Come on, Hank! Make me cum on your big, white cock!" No sooner did she say it that she could feel herself tightening on Hank, her first orgasm hitting her. The feel of Rashida's sheath squeezing him was the last straw that sent Hank over the edge as well. Rashida gently fell flat on her stomach with Hank on top of her.

"Damn," Jordan gasped, his dick rock hard between the sight and Veevee's own ministrations on him.

"Indeed," Veevee said, having unbuttoned a couple buttons on her shirt from the heated display.

Hank leaned down and gave Rashida an affectionate kiss on her plump lips. which Rashida happily returned. "Thank you very much for that, Rashida."

"Thank you, handsome. Trust me though, as soon as you're ready I'm not done with you by a long shot." Rashida turned back to Jordan and Veevee. "So how about you two show us some of the stuff you do when we're not around."