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“Hey, Libs!” Henry burst out of the door, his face lighting up when he saw her. It was exactly the opposite of his initial reaction, and she found herself relaxing as his long, strong legs made short work of bridging the distance between them as Libby stood. She told herself again to let it go. This was Henry—this was the man she’d fallen in love with. She’d just surprised him, that was all.

When he pulled her into his arms, everything else fell away. Her fear, her jealousy, her anxiety and insecurity. His lips met hers, a hard, crushing, resounding kiss, branding her as his, just the way she liked, exactly what she craved. That was all this was—she just craved him today, like a premenstrual woman craving chocolate, crazed with need.

That’s what she told herself, dismissing the suspicious thoughts that lingered, letting him know just how much she wanted him with an upward sway of her hips as she came to her toes and kissed him back.

* * * *

Libby sighed happily as her pussy clenched around Henry’s twitching cock, remaining just where she was, draped over him, enjoying the stray pulses of bliss that followed the jump-on-you-after-lunch sex they’d just had. Straddling his lap on the kitchen chair, a position the Kama Sutra book called the Amazon, she laughed again to see her bra on his plate. The last bite of burger she hadn’t let him finish before attacking him peeked out from under the white lace.

“At least I’m bigger than your burger.” She sat up, frowning down as she lifted her chest, trying to press her breasts together.

“What?” he laughed. “I know my dick still has most of my blood supply right now, but I have no idea what you are talking about.”

His eyes lit up when he looked at her breasts, placing a light kiss on each nipple. The sensitive nubs had just been treated to a hard grind against his chest just moments before, and his attention sent a shot of warmth that tingled like electricity straight from her breasts to her core. Her inner walls gripped at his cock, still inside her as she hadn’t made a single effort to let him up.

“They’re so small,” she complained, weighing her breasts in her hands. They didn’t weigh much.

“Stop.” He pushed her hands away, taking them in his. They swallowed her little breasts. “They’re perfect little handfuls, all mine. You’re perfect.”

“You don’t wish they were bigger?”

“Are you kidding me?” He shifted his hips, meeting her eyes with a grin as he squeezed and kneaded her flesh. “I’m already getting hard again, just being forced to look at them… and feel them…”

“Forced, huh?” She wrinkled her nose.

“Sweet torture.” He captured one of her nipples between his lips and she sighed happily again, wiggling in his lap.

“Do you ever want more?” she asked.

“More you?” He changed focus from one breast to the other. “Always.”

But her mind couldn’t shake the memory. First it was the chesty Dr. Franklin sitting on the edge of her desk, and then it was Mrs. B and Gretchen carrying on in the kitchen—they were all mixed up in her head like a jealous blizzard, whiting out any rational though. Before she could chide herself again, before she could stop the jealousy from escaping, her mouth beat her brain to the punch.

“Henry, have you ever wanted to be with more than one woman?”

“What?” He tilted his head back to look at her, frowning.

“I mean, I know most guys fantasize about it. That whole girl-on-girl thing. But… have you ever considered it? With me?”

“Why are you asking me this?” He cocked his head, pushing a long, auburn curtain of hair away from her face.

“Maybe with Toni?” She held her breath, too late to keep the words from escaping her mouth.

“Is that why you’re complaining about your bra size?” He looked at her with dawning realization. “Is that what this is about?”

“Yes. No. Not exactly. What about Gretchen?” Libby asked, swallowing hard. “What about, what was her name, Val, from that whole frat hazing week?”

“What is this?” Henry shook his head, looking bewildered.

“Just tell me the truth—does it turn you on? Would you want us both? Me and Toni—

in your life, in your bed, together?”

“What?” He blinked at her, looking dazed. Then a slow smile began to spread. “Ohhhh I get it. That’s so cute. Are you really jealous of Dr. Franklin?”

“It’s Dr. Franklin now? Interesting.” Libby snorted. “But, no, I’m not jealous…”

So now she was lying, too? Libby told herself to drop it, let it go, but something in her held fast, like a pit bull who couldn’t unlock its jaws.

“I want to know the truth.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I want to know if I’m enough for you—or if you want to add a third person to this relationship.”

“Libs, I—” Henry’s phone rang and he frowned, moving her off him so he could reach for it, still on the kitchen table.

She watched him, brow furrowed as he glanced at his phone. He swiped his finger over the screen, saying hello as he turned and strode out of the room. Feet bare on the cold linoleum floor, she padded over to the couch and flopped down onto her back. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she let it go?

Libby stared at the ceiling, remembering Mrs. B and Gretchen lip-locked, the older woman’s fingers probing between the former nanny’s swollen pussy lips. As shocked as she had been—hadn’t she been a little turned on, too? Watching them had been hot. Doc sure thought so, if the bulge he’d been rubbing in his boxers was any indication. Did they really all have sex together, all three of them?

She thought thinking about it would repulse her, but it didn’t. Testing her boundaries further, she imagined them all together, kissing and touching. What would it be like, to have four sets of hands on your? Two sets of lips? Her fantasy somehow changed, picturing the way Toni Franklin had been sitting on the edge of her desk, long, slim legs, full bosom, an attractive woman by any measure.

Would it turn Henry on, she wondered, to see Libby and Toni together, the way it aroused Doc to watch his wife and their former nanny together? She could picture it, Libby swaying her hips as she entered the older woman’s office, going straight for Toni, letting her backpack drop to the floor with a thud as she reached to cup the professor’s full breasts. In her mind, she heard Henry’s gasp of surprise, then his groan of pleasure as he watched the two women kiss and caress each other.

Libby’s breath quickened as she imagined the two of them undressing each other, peeling off layers of clothes while Henry sat in the chair and watched the two women. She pictured him lazily rubbing his cock through his jeans, becoming more and more aroused. And when they were naked, then what? She could feel the older woman’s hands on her, showing her what to do, where to touch her.

In her fantasy, there’s no jealousy, no awkwardness. There’s only pleasure as Toni sat Libby up on her desk and leaned in to kiss the redhead between her open thighs. In her mind, Libby looked down in wonder to see her dark, bent head, pink tongue flickering over Libby’s throbbing clit. Behind the rise of the woman’s rounded ass, Henry watched, cock out now, pumping it, slow at first, then faster as Libby grew closer and closer to orgasm.

The air on Libby’s skin made her nipples hard—either that, or it was the fantasy playing through her head. She shifted her weight on the couch, letting her knees fall open, fingers exploring the soft folds of her flesh. She was still slick from sex with Henry, his cum pooling at the entrance of her pussy. She rubbed the sticky liquid over her slit, circling her clit with one finger, imagining a woman’s tongue, moving around and around.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered, the fantasy picking up in her mind.

Now, Henry was moving behind the older woman, grabbing her hips, aiming his cock. This was really pushing Libby’s boundaries now—was she really going to let her boyfriend fuck another woman, even in her fantasy? But her breath quickened with her pulse as she watched Henry slide his cock into Toni from behind, that sweet, familiar look of pleasure-pain passing over his features as he started to move.

“Does she feel good?” Libby whispered, biting her lip, seeing it all, the sway of the older woman’s breasts, the feel of her tongue between Libby’s wet pussy lips. “Do you like fucking her, baby?”

In her head, Henry moaned out loud, driving in deeper, fucking Toni like an animal, all the while looking deep into Libby’s eyes. It was like he was fucking her, too, somehow. But soon, Libby’s pussy began to ache, longing for his cock, wanting him inside her. This was
her
man, and she wanted him.

“Fuck me, too,” she whispered, her fingers moving faster over her clit as the picture in her mind changed.

Henry slipped his cock out of his professor’s wet pussy, coming for Libby in her fantasy, that dark, hungry look in his eyes. But her mind wouldn’t let the threesome go. Toni Franklin was between them, and Henry grabbed the woman’s heavy breast in his hand even as he pushed into Libby’s waiting flesh.

Oh, that’s it. Fuck me like that.
Libby’s fingers plunged into her pussy, picturing his beautiful cock sliding in and out.

“Lick her pussy, Libs,” Henry urged, even as Tony climbed onto the desk and positioned herself over Libby’s mouth.

And she did what he asked. Libby even brought her own wet fingers to her mouth, rubbing her fingers over her lips, sucking them, tasting herself, wondering if the other woman’s pussy would taste just like that, before diving back into the fantasy.

In her mind, she swallowed Toni’s juices, sliding her tongue through the woman’s slit, licking at her clit, hearing her moan with pleasure, a sound that made Libby moan, too, out loud, her fingers moving in and out, imagining Henry’s hard cock plunging deep into her flesh.
More, more, more.
She worked herself into a frenzy, drowning in pleasure, swallowing the taste of her own pussy, imagining the heat of a cunt pressed against her mouth.

“Oh, we’re gonna come for you!” Libby whispered, hearing Toni moaning in her mind, feeling the shudder of the woman’s body as she began to climax. “Don’t come yet, Henry, I want us both to taste you.”

In her mind, he moaned at that, and she refused to let herself orgasm, although the woman riding her face did just that, screaming with her climax. But she wanted Henry, she wanted to share him with this woman, and in her fantasy, they knelt to stroke and suck him off, the two of them sharing, taking turns on his cock until he couldn’t stand another minute.

“Good boy,” Toni urged with a throaty chuckle as she jerked his cock into Libby’s waiting mouth. She tasted his pre-cum and wanted more. “I want you to fill her hot little mouth with all that fucking cum.”

Libby moaned and thrashed on the sofa, fingering herself hard, nipples pointing straight at the ceiling as she imagined Toni stroking Henry’s cock, tasting the first flood of him on her tongue. And with that, Libby was coming, too, hips bucking, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the room as she fake-swallowed Henry’s thick, creamy load, and then turned to kiss the woman kneeling beside her so they could share the taste of it between them.

She sighed as the whole world sparked behind her tightly closed eyelids, waves of pleasure still shooting through her like stars in a final crescendo that made her limbs lax.
Oh, my God, what was that?
She could barely breathe. Had she really just imagined a threesome between Henry and his professor? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come that hard.

Libby smiled to herself, lifting her fingers to her lips to taste herself. It was a low noise that made her open her eyes to find Henry, phone in one hand, cock in the other, watching her. Embarrassed, a flush of heat moved over her chest and up her face as she grabbed for a pillow and wailed it at him with such force, it made her arm protest with a yip of pain.

“Busted.” Henry grinned, his eyes lighting up as his gaze swept over her. “What were you thinking about?”

“I’m not telling.” She laughed, crooking a finger to beckon him to her. “Looks like you have your hands full.”

“Your fault.” He gripped and tugged at his cock. “You practicing?”

Libby’s breath froze.

“Practicing?” she asked, trying not to sound as apprehensive as she felt.

“For Valentine’s Day.” Henry’s eyes were between her legs, moving over the shaved swell of her mound. “You know, our ritual?”

Of course she knew. They did it every Valentine’s Day, acting out some sexual fantasy or another. The first year, he’d wanted blindfolds and silk scarves to tie her up and she’d wanted him dressed up as a cowboy, complete with boots and hat, which she made him leave on. This year, she hadn’t decided what she wanted yet. But she was beginning to wonder if Henry had already made up his mind.

“Get your ass over here before you make yourself come.” She pouted. “That’s my job.”

He came forward until he stood right beside the couch, close enough she could swing her legs over the side so she could sit up and take him in her mouth. He moaned softly as she took his swollen cock, sliding back and forth, lips and hand meeting as she sucked him. She twisted her fist, loving the sound this pulled from his chest when she did it.

“Who was on the phone?” she paused to ask, although she kept her hand moving on him, his skin taut and reddened from her attention.

“Toni.”