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“Whatever Swan wants,” I said.
She laughed, low and delighted, and put her palm flat on my chest and pushed me back onto the four-poster. “Good answer. On your back, highwayman. Husband, you’re mine as well.”
She straddled me with her stockings still on, took my cock in her fist and sank down on it in one slow, wet slide. We both groaned. She was hot and tight and soaking, and she rode me with her hands braced on my chest, those heavy breasts swinging, her head thrown back. Then she looked over her shoulder at the wolf.
“Darling. Here.”
He knelt up beside her face. She took him in her mouth without breaking rhythm, and I watched his cock slide between her red lips while her cunt clenched around mine. I was nearly gone. She felt it.
“Not yet,” she said, round him. “Swap.”
She rolled onto her hands and knees, and the wolf took my place behind her, driving into her hard, while I knelt by her head and she sucked me, humming, her hand cupping my balls. Her husband gripped her hips. She moaned against my cock, and the vibration did it. I came down her throat with a shout, and she swallowed, and a few thrusts later he roared and came deep inside her, and she shuddered between us.
We lay in a heap, gasping and giggling.
“Same time next year?” she said.
I said yes before she had finished asking.
Ending 1 of 16: Three Masks. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.