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Eyes closed, Remi’s head nods in adoration.

"Yesssss."

Justin whispers into his ear.

“You like me splitting your ass in two?"

Remi is already surrendering to Justin’s power.

"Fuck yeah."

Remi lifts his arms to grip the back of Justin’s hair, using him as both an anchor and a liferaft.

"Who does this ass belong to?"

"You."

Without moving his lips from Remi’s ear, his eyes snap to mine. He doesn’t look at my fingers on my cunt. He stares right through me, staking his claim on me and our husband and the life we made together.

"Who does that pussy belong to?"

Oh boy.

"You,” Rem confirms.

"Who's my good boy?"

Remi’s body goes slack, giving up the fight. Justin tightens his grip and spreads his legs wider to accept the extra weight.

"Me."

"That's right. You are my good boy. I want you to show me what a good boy you are and come all over our wife's belly."

An impossible task.

They're feet from where I’m perched on the counter, but they don’t really care about that. It’s the image it presents that really gets them off. I try desperately to stick two fingers in my cunt and whine when I can't get around my stomach. I'm forced to settle for strumming my clit as fast as I can.

"Who's my good boy?"

"Me."

"Say it again."

"I'm your good boy."

Justin is pumping Remi’s cock at inhuman speeds.

“Shit,” Remi whines, and that’s all she wrote. Justin pushes Remi through his orgasm, and I watch as splatters of cum coat my kitchen floor.

They’re cleaning that up.

Justin was just waiting for Remi to finish. Because as soon as Remi cries out his release, Justin grunts, then pins Remi to him, then shakes and stutters as he drops the tight grip he had on his orgasm.

Another tiny orgasm crests through me, more in solidarity than anything else.

It’s so pretty to watch when they give into their baser instincts and let their inner beasts come out to roar. Despite the fierceness of their coupling, Justin is dropping wet fat kisses up and down Remi’s shoulders, and Remi holds Justin’s arms to him for dear life. I watch in love and fascination as they begin the torturous process of going from one being back to two.

Remi must have forgotten I was here, or at least didn’t realize I was watching, because when he catches my eye, and I grin, he blushes to high heaven.