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“Stay put, Ross,” I said. “Enjoy the show.”
Ross let out a breath and sank back on the sofa. Fiona smiled, slow and wicked, and moved to the middle of the rug where we could both see her.
She let the dress fall. Then she unhooked her bra and dropped it on Ross’s lap. He stared at her tits like he’d never seen any before. She cupped them, pinched her nipples, and moaned softly.
“I’ve thought about this,” she told him. “Being naked in front of you. You looking.”
“I’m looking,” Ross croaked.
She slid her knickers down and kicked them away. Then she sat on the coffee table right in front of him, leaned back on one hand, and spread her legs wide.
“Get your cock out,” she said. “I want to see what I do to you.”
He did, fumbling. Thick and hard and already leaking. Fiona licked her lips and slid her fingers between her thighs.
I sat in the armchair and stroked myself while my wife fingered herself for my best friend. She rubbed her clit in quick, tight circles, her eyes flicking between his cock and my face. Ross wanked slowly, staring.
“Faster, Ross,” she gasped. “Let me watch you.”
She came hard, legs shaking, crying out. Ross came seconds later all over his own stomach. I followed right after.
Nobody had touched anybody. Ross left, dazed and grinning. Fiona crawled into my lap, still trembling, and whispered, “Next time he touches.”
Ending 7 of 16: Her Solo Show. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.