“Get over on this rug then. All fours.”
Laurie arranged herself so that Vincent would get a good side view of the proceedings, including the spectacle of Mark’s cock flashing in and out of her rear-facing cunt. While Mark undressed, she reached underneath herself and put two fingertips on her recently licked clit, preparing it for more. The night was young.
Vincent sipped at his drink, the bulge in his trousers no less mountainous. Laurie noticed that his hand was shaking somewhat. She frigged herself harder.
“When am I going to get fucked?” she whined.
“Right…about…now.”
Her husband dropped into a crouch behind her. She felt his hands descend on her hips, getting a good, hard grip then his cock was inside her in a flash, filling her up to the glorious hilt.
“Oh, Mark,” she exclaimed, looking sideways at Vincent.
The drink tilted sideways, threatening to spill. He looked almost distressed, so deep in lust that he’d lost himself in it.
“Mmm, yes.” Mark began to bang into her without ceremony, a brutal coupling designed to take the edge off a craving rather than to beguile and seduce.
There would be time for slow sex, for teasing. Something told her that would be Vincent’s style. Mark was, and always had been, a wham-bam man. Not that there was anything wrong with that, and of course, sometimes he had to slow down, but the prospect of something different on the menu was whetting her appetite more than she could bear.
She took the pounding, pushing back so she accepted every iota of that thick cock, breaking into perspiration as the speed increased.
“This is how I fuck her, Vince.” Mark’s words were wrung out of him. “Hard. Forceful. I make sure her cunt gets the message.”
Vincent just nodded, his face pale and strained with desire.
Laurie came again then Mark joined in, his roar signifying that his hunger had been satisfied, a hunter with his kill.
“Now you’d think,” puffed Mark from his position draped over Laurie’s spine, “that she’d be too knackered to do anything but sleep now. Wouldn’t you?”
“Definitely.”
“But she isn’t. Give her a little while, and she’ll want another go. That’s where you come in.”
He pulled out and lay down beside Laurie, one hand heavy between her shoulder blades.
“That’s how it goes, isn’t it, love?”
“Yeah,” she agreed, concentrating on the burn in her cunt, a burn she could never get enough of. “I can’t wait. Well, I can wait, but I’m looking forward to it. Where do you want me, Vincent?”
He seemed not to understand the question, spluttering an attempted reply.
“I mean, in here? On the sofa? Over the desk? In our bed?”
“Your bed?” He looked from Laurie to Mark.
“Sure, why not?” said Mark.
“If it’s okay with you…” Vincent looked back to Laurie.
“It’s okay with me,” said Laurie, extricating herself from beneath her husband’s bulk. “Go and get undressed. We’ll join you in a moment.”
She watched him rise to his feet and put down the glass so that the base crashed a little on the glass-topped coffee table. He walked, uncomfortably, to the door indicated by Mark.
“Er, see you in a minute, then,” he said, pulling at his shirt collar as if straightening a nonexistent tie.
“He’s very nervous, isn’t he?” Laurie watched his tall, straight-backed figure disappear through the door. Something occurred to her. “Are you?”
“Me? Nervous? Laurie, I’ve just shagged you doggy style. Nervous isn’t how I’m feeling.”