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Chapter 112 by Shandy Shandy

Does he join them?

He does

Lyndsey and Erica urged him to join them, so with a smile Hunter trotted upstairs and changed into some casual clothes before returning. Jess had a beer waiting for him, and she made space on the couch between her and Erica, cuddling against him as he sat.

"So you had a bad day?" he asked Erica, who made a face and took a piece of pizza.

"Just a horrible parent showed up to defend their little princess. She made a big scene in public,"

"It was terrible," Jess added. "Poor Erica! I thought she needed pizza and wine to cheer her up."

"And it's working," Erica giggles. "I'm feeling much better. And now that you've added your handsome husband to the mix I feel positively thrilled." She put a playful hand on Hunter's arm and once again shivered and bit her lip before taking a large sip of wine. "Oooo, this is going right to my head. I feel so warm."

Hunter looked at her, noting the flush on her neck and cheeks and catching the first fragrant scents of her arousal. He caught Lyndsey's eye, who smiled knowingly, and felt Jess squeeze his thigh with one hand and cuddle closer. Erica was wearing a loose cotton sweater and grey leggings and ankle socks. About Jess' age, she was a pretty brunette with an impish quirk to her lips and bright intelligent eyes.

She took another sip of wine and fanned herself with one hand, murmuring about feeling warm.

"You're probably sitting too close to Hunter," Lyndsey giggled teasingly. "He always heats me up. You're so lucky Jess."

"Yes, I am," his wife purred happily snuggling closer. "I never have to worry about being cold with this guy around."

Erica leaned forward to pour herself more wine, resting her hand on Hunter's knee. As she poured her glass full her hand squeezed him, then stroked an inch or two up his thigh before she pulled it away with a quick movement as if suddenly realising what she was doing. Hunter turned and smiled at her, making her blush and hide her mouth with her wine glass. Her aroma was thicker and riper, and when Hunter adjusted his position and brushed against her she gave another soft sharp gasp before drinking more wine.

"It's ok," Jess murmured in his ear. "I was hoping you'd come home. She needs comforting."

What does Hunter do?

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