And, God, could she even admit it? Part of her was sort of turned on—just a little bit—by the thought of her man getting it on with another guy. There in the quiet interior of her car, alone, she felt a warmth spread between her legs at the thought of Johnny’s hands flat against Ben’s broad, hairy chest, Johnny’s strong thighs clamped tightly around Ben’s narrow waist. She imagined the two men wrestling together on the floor of her living room, both naked, sweaty and hard, and she shifted in the driver’s seat as a spike of lust shot pleasantly through her cunt.
If Johnny wasasleep when she got home, she might have to pull out her vibrator for a quick release before calling it a night. How far could she take the image of her lover and his best friend frolicking in the buff? One hand drifted down to press hard against the front of her jeans, where a sweet ache blossomed. She couldn’t wait to find out.
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