Phil

Claire was in the thralls of lust. Her vision of Dylan holding her down on a bed. Her head barely hanging over the edge as she laid back letting him have his way. With each thrust she moved closer to the edge. Desperately, she massaged her clit as she pictured Dylan ontop of her fucking her pussy as hard as he could. She thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy trying to simulate Dylan's hard cock. But slowly Claire's mind pictured someone else walking into the room with them.
Her head was upside down and couldn't see the person clearly, but they shoved their hard cock all the way down her throat.
Claire pulled her fingers from her clit and pushed two of them into her mouth.
In her mind, her second lover's balls slapped against her nose and chin as she sucked their cock. They pulled free from the vacuum of her mouth and looked down at her.
It was her husband Phil. Phil made eye contact with Dylan.
"Fuck her, Dylan. Fuck my slutty wife until she cums," said her imaginary Phil. With that Claire ravaged her pussy pretending it was Dylan getting the ok from her husband to fuck her brains out.
Claire could feel her orgasm building from from her fingers when a thought crossed her mind.