Win Amy back by fucking Jessica like the hot wife she is

You broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths. You looked over Jessica's heaving shoulder, straight at Amy. Her face was a canvas of conflicting emotions. There was shock, certainly, and a flicker of that old hurt you'd seen when she'd first proposed this monstrous arrangement. But beneath it, a dark, undeniable fire was beginning to burn. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing shallow. You saw it then, she wasn't just watching, she was feeling it. She was imagining herself in Jessica's place.

That was the spark. The thought of putting that look of regret and pure, unadulterated lust on her face was an aphrodisiac more powerful than any whiskey.

You turned your full attention back to the woman in your lap. "Stand up," you commanded. The authority in your own voice surprised you.

Jessica's green eyes flashed with intrigue and excitement. She obeyed, sliding off your lap and standing before you. She was panting slightly, her chest rising and falling beneath the green silk.

You stood as well, your movements fluid and sure. You grabbed the hem of your new suit jacket and yanked it off, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Then you started on the buttons of your shirt, your gaze never leaving Jessica's.

"Strip now." You order.

She didn't hesitate. Her dress had a zipper hidden in the seam. She reached behind her and pulled it down in one smooth, slow motion. The silk pooled at her feet, leaving her in a set of black lace lingerie. Her body was magnificent, full curves and smooth skin, every bit as stunning as you'd imagined.

You were on her before the dress had fully settled. You backed her up until her legs hit the arm of the sofa, and then you pushed her down. She fell back with a soft gasp, her legs spreading instinctively. You didn't give her a second to adjust. You knelt between her thighs, your hands gripping the delicate lace of her panties and ripping them apart. The sound was sharp, violent.

You looked over at Amy again. Jacob was behind her now, his hands on her waist, but she wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were locked on you, on the raw, primal scene unfolding on the sofa. Her own hand had crept up to her chest, her fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress, right over her heart. You saw her throat work as she swallowed.

That was all the encouragement you needed. You lowered your head to Jessica's exposed, glistening sex. You didn't tease.

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