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Nadia stepped back, hiked up her skirt and slipped off her knickers. She sat in Claire’s chair, legs spread over the armrests, and pointed at the floor.
‘Under the table, Mrs Whitmore. Dessert.’
Claire crawled down between her colleague’s thighs. Nadia’s pussy was swollen and wet, glistening in the candlelight. Claire licked her, tentative at first, then hungry as Nadia’s hand fisted her hair and pulled her face in tight.
‘Lick it properly. Tongue inside. That’s it, good girl.’ Nadia picked up her wine and sipped, chatting to Mark over Claire’s head as if nothing was happening. ‘She’s a natural. Did you know she’d be this good?’
‘I hoped,’ Mark said hoarsely.
Claire sucked Nadia’s clit, slurping loudly, two fingers sliding in her. Nadia’s thighs started to tremble. She stopped talking. She ground against Claire’s mouth, then came with a sharp cry, flooding her face.
‘Mark,’ Nadia panted. ‘Fuck your wife while she does it again.’
Mark was on the floor behind her before she’d finished the sentence. He shoved into Claire’s soaking pussy from behind and fucked her hard, pushing her face deeper into Nadia’s cunt with every thrust. Claire moaned, licked, sucked, came, and kept licking.
Afterwards Nadia slid down onto the floor with them, kissed Claire’s wet mouth, and tasted herself.
‘I’ve got a confession,’ she said. ‘My husband, Daniel, wants to watch too. He’s in the car outside. He’s been there all evening.’
What happens next? More paths are coming soon.