Her nostrils flared. “I love you too, baby.”
“Get up.”
She rose to her feet.
I pushed her back until she was in Tiffany’s arms once again.
“I need to fuck my wife,” I growled, sinking my teeth into the side of her throat.
She gasped, throwing her arms around me.
“Fuck her,” I heard Tiffany say.
Looking down, I saw Tiffany’s finger strumming along Mia’s clit.
My dick swelled. That was a sight I would never get tired of seeing.
Reaching under Mia’s thighs, I pushed her knees to her chest and forced them both back onto the table before thrusting into my wife.
She cried out, shaking beneath me.
“Fuck, so damn tight.” I groaned, powering my hips forward and back.
Mia arched against Tiffany while she played with her clit.
“Come for us,” Tiffany whispered in her ear. “Come all over his cock.”
“God, Jude,” she screamed, a spray of liquid exploding from her center.
I grinned, picking up speed with my hips. My balls drew up into my body, a hard release finally leaving me as my cum shot deep into my wife.
“Fuck,” I groaned, falling forward.
Mia wrapped her arms around me. “Good thing we have a sturdy table.”
We laughed.
I lifted Mia off of Tiffany and moved her to the counter before doing up my jeans. “You good?”
She gave me a small smile. “Yeah. I am.”
I stepped between her knees, wrapping an arm around her middle. “Are you good?” I asked Tiffany.
“I’ve been with several men but that…” She shivered, a sigh leaving her.
“Trust me, babe, he doesn’t need an ego boost,” Mia teased, jumping off the counter.
My head whipped around. I pinched her ass, earning me a glare.
Tiffany laughed. “Yeah, I’m good too.” She jumped off the table and smoothed down her dress before picking her thong up off the floor. “Can we watch a movie?”
“Of course.” I placed a soft peck on Mia’s cheek. “Pick a movie and we’ll be there in a second.”
Tiffany nodded and went to the living room.
“Jude.”
I turned toward Mia, staring down at her. “Are you sure you’re good?”