Beloved

Antoine laid back in his bed, his arm fitted around his wife's waist.

"That was a hell of a fuck," he said.

"Mmmhm," Elizabeth agreed. "I'm glad Bridget and I could do that for you."

Bridget and Lewis had flown back home to Los Angeles, the threesome the capstone on their honeymoon and their introduction to cuckoldry. But Elizabeth and Antoine were left with anything but doldrums.

He climbed atop her, the same as when they first fucked, that perfect eleven-inch cock sheathing itself in her wet cunt. The huge balls slapped her asshole noisily. For her, his was the perfect cock. And for him, she had the perfect pussy.