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I knew I did and that wasn’t because I was told. It was just the confidence in me. I had my husband ready to kill over me. It wasn’t hard to guess what he would lose his freedom behind. Women came a dime a dozen but a bitch that held it down with a gold mine between her legs couldn’t be replaced.

“Tell me something I don’t know, Alex.”

With my hands above my head, I grabbed a hold to the bar that held the canopy up.

I was on my tip toes moments later bouncing in his lap while his dick disappeared like clockwork between my slippery walls.

His hands found interest in my breasts, and I couldn’t say that it didn’t add to the euphoric feeling that coursed through my canvas.

Light kisses were placed on my spine each time I came down. His low groans were pushing me over the edge and all of his low pleasurable remarks. Expressing yourself was the quickest way to get me to show you how much it was appreciated.

“ Mhmm . That sweet ass pussy getting wetter and wetter.”

“I can feel your veins, Alex.” They massaged my walls effortlessly making this entire sexcapade a gratifying one. Satisfaction filled me up the second I allowed him to enter me.

“And what they doing for you, beautiful? Huh?”

Assistance was given every time I came down on his wood. The stings from the slaps he rained down on my ass hurt so good. I’d yet to have my eyes open completely. He felt too good to take in anything else but him.

“Making my pussy very happy,” I voiced as he his hands found my breasts once more.

“You should see how good you look in my lap. It’s a sight to fuckin’ see.”

I was sure it was. My husband made the same comments whenever I rode him.

I would’ve been a girl so deep in this shit and so lost at the same time if I didn’t have a husband like mine who already reassured things for me.

There wasn’t a thing Alex could say to me that Tristan hadn’t already.

Compliments as such only stroked the ego my husband helped build.

My walls began to contract around his shaft as my stomach grew tight. I was seconds away from my own waves crashing. Alex held me down with his hands gripping my waist tightly. He’d laid back fully and positioned himself to drill me from underneath. I guess he didn’t want to be left behind.

“ Ooouuuu shit! I’m cummin’,” I cried out as he repeatedly knocked against my g-spot.

“Who doing that for you?”

“Fuck! Yooouuuuu,” I moaned as that gut wrenching orgasm rushed through me.

Alex was right behind me as I felt his dick twitch alongside my walls. It was something about making a man nut that caused my entire being to be at peace.

While he sat up, I fell forward with his wood still implanted in me. He felt damned good. There wasn’t a lie to tell regarding that. “You fuckin’ right it’s me.” One last slap was administered to my left cheek sending that sting through me one final time.

“That was dangerous, Alex,” I stated referring to the moments where I slipped and enjoyed him a tad bit too much.

“For who exactly? I came to do what the fuck I was supposed to and the way that pussy reacted to a nigga, she missed the fuck out of me.”

I laughed because the only dick I ever missed belonged to Tristan Malore.

Alex was a gift, and the good dick he carried was a perk.

He wasn’t special in any way. He could tell himself whatever he needed to make himself feel better, but he would be forgotten about as soon as I was back in my husband’s embrace.

“Our time together is shortening by the hour. Dinner and round two is all that’s left on the list. Can you handle that?” I asked ignoring his comment.

“I can handle whatever your pretty ass throws my way. Add breakfast in bed to that list. I’m gon’ need that before you leave me.”

This rendezvous ended at six a.m. sharp.

He had to know breakfast was out the picture.

However, I let him believe he had the time to drink my cum before I left his ass completely.

He was in his feelings, and I took a mental note of that fast. There was a reason Tristan wanted to cut them off after this anniversary and I now understood why. His clinginess was beginning to show.

“You’re needy, Alex. Breakfast isn’t on the schedule.”

“Which is why I’m saying add it. I’m just trying to have your juices on my tongue when I kiss my wife.”

So disrespectful .

“Why does she need to know what I taste like, Alex? And who’s to say my husband won’t be on hers when she returns? You might want to slow down and not bite off more than you can swallow,” I advised.

One thing I learned was to keep things light when it came to the anniversary exchanges.

These couples could fall for you over the smallest things not realizing me and Tristan were so locked in that all it took was for one of us to make a call and the other would follow.

The couples were gifts. Their temporary status could change at the drop of a dime if one of us made the order.

This was the Malores show and no one else’s.