He lets her go

With a slow smile he lifted his hands from her legs, letting her pull them away, curling her legs under her. She gazed at him with smouldering but uncertain eyes, unsure of what was happening and of the feelings that he knew were surging through her. He turned his attention away from her, looking at the movie and stroking Jess' shoulder.

His wife snuggled closer, purring slightly.

"You're very bad," she whispered softly. "You know what the poor girl wants."

He kissed the top of Jess' head and smiled at her as she shuddered against him. Lyndsey squirmed in her chair, curled up as she gazed at him, one hand between her legs as she rocked gently. The scent of female arousal filled the Hunter's sensitive nostrils, the delicious aroma of fecund pussy, hot and wet and ready. All three of them were in heat, he knew, and it was no longer a matter of whether he would take them, but when.

As that thought crossed his mind there was a touch on his thigh and he looked down to see that Erica has uncoiled her legs and was pressing her toes gently against him, her face slack and wanton with need.