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Starring Jack and Eddie and Frankie from Nothing to Hyde

“ H ey, baby. You’re way later than you thought.” Frankie smiled and pulled dinner out of the oven.

“I know, I’m sorry. Did you get the text?” Dr. Jack Ellsworth came in, pulled off his thin wire-rimmed glasses, and collapsed into a dining room chair.

“I did. I put Bella to bed. The dogs are up with her. We get...” Frankie put the hot plate on a folded dishtowel in front of her husband, “Enchiladas for two!”

“Mmm! Best wife ever. I’m sorry I was late again... And Eddie has the 5 AM shift,” he gave her an apologetic look.

“This is my dream, baby. Happy wife, happy life.” Frankie smirked and pulled a chair up next to her husband, the tall, slender blonde with stretched out muscles like a swimmer.

He bent and kissed the tattoo on her shoulder. “Really? Even with a husband who works two jobs?”

“I get two-for-one husbands. The two-for-one jobs come with the territory... and so does the way you’re a great dad. Bella loves you so much. Just how you are.”

“I’m sorry I missed putting my baby to bed,” Jack sighed, plunging his fork into the cheesy enchiladas and putting a bite in his mouth.

Frankie smiled while he moaned, head tossed back. This is it. The dream. Big house. Doctor husband... While I’m also getting my degree. My little girl has a dad, a real father. I did good.

And I still get to be as bad as I want.

“Well, you can still put me to bed in a little bit.” She fluttered her lashes.

“Mmm, yes, please.”

“If you have the energy, that is. How about a pick me up?”

“Something that won’t slow me down,” he teased.

“I made a pitcher of those mango mocktails you’ve been raving about.”

“Hit me.” Jack’s tired face lit up.

Frankie smirked as she went to fill a tall glass with the cold, frothy liquid.

Hit me. A drink for Jack. Spank me. Dessert for her.

She could already feel the stinging tingle of his palm on her ass as it was up in the air, her gasping face pressed into a pillow as he fucked her hard, a plug in her backdoor making her squirm all the more.

Keep calm. You can’t pounce on the poor guy. The poor, exhausted, starving guy. “Tell me about your day? What happened with the VA that made you so late?” she said, putting the glass in front of him, dropping another kiss on his cheek.

“Clinical rotation pushed back my actual charting hours and file review time. I got all my patients in and out. This is amazing, baby. Thanks for keeping this cold for me,” Jack sighed in bliss, swallowing a long gulp of the mango mocktail.

“I tried,” Frankie shrugged.

He noticed the tone in her voice, one eyebrow arching. “Trouble keeping things from heating up, hm?”

She bit her lip, a guilty flush on her cheeks. “It’s been an easy day—for me. I have the energy to—”

“Who says I don’t have the energy?” Jack jammed several forkfuls into his mouth in quick succession. “My wife makes the best fuckery fuel in the world!”

“Jack!” she gasped as he wiped his mouth and then stood up, pulling her after him. “I didn’t get to eat.”

“I know you—you snack. Besides, I have something else for you to put in your mouth, and I know you have my dessert, too.”

F rankie found herself lying on her side.

Her slightly thicker, fuller frame lying in reverse of the lanky blonde with his lean body and ravenous mouth.

With a breathless laugh, she switched from lying on her side and ended up over top of him, Jack’s long, slender cock now pillowed in her hungry mouth.

With a groan of pure lust, he slapped his hands down onto her thighs and pulled her pussy over his face. “Why do you always smell so good?” he sighed, before burying his mouth in her pouting pink folds, nibbling, lapping, and sucking.

She didn’t answer. Didn’t have to, just arched her neck as his tongue sped up her journey to orgasm. Her head bowed, gulping down on his cock while one of her fists closed around the base.

“So wet for me. Juicier than a mango. Or a ripe peach.” Jack’s kneading hands left her thighs and concentrated on her bottom, spreading her cheeks and spreading her juices up over her tight anus, pressing in with his thumb.

For a moment, she forgot how to move her head, how to breathe or talk, just frozen in hungry sensation while her husband devoured her.

Not every woman is so lucky to have a husband this attentive, said a little voice that made its way through the haze, fighting to the front of her brain, over the sensation of her hips grinding against Jack’s face.

“I want you. Need you in me,” Frankie demanded, fist curling more tightly around his cock as her head dipped to the side to nip at his thighs, then pressed kisses on the taut, dark pink sack beneath his cock.

Another swirl of bodies, another plundering kiss, this time with her pussy landing firmly on Jack’s cock as she straddled his waist, her supple spine bending so her lips fused with his, tasting her own excitement on his tongue.

“Ahhh, fuck, Frankie, yes. You spoil me, sweetheart,” Jack groaned and stretched under her, his hands massaging her breasts as she led their movements.

Her hips beat the time she wanted, rising and falling faster and faster until she was just a blur chasing her orgasm, her fingers frantic on her slippery clit while Jack’s thumbs tweaked her nipples like a master harpist.

She felt him let go as she tipped over the pleasurable peak, her head thrown back as her walls spasmed around him. His cum coated the insides of her wet, grasping tunnel as her thighs shivered and burned from staying on top and riding so fast. “Love you,” she whispered, easing off.

“Love you,” Jack panted, and grabbed for her wrist, pulling her back to rest against him.

“You know, I never forget how lucky I am to have you,” Frankie murmured as they lazily moved against each other, spooning with Jack’s taller body behind hers.

“I’m the lucky one,” Jack sighed, nuzzling her neck. “You put up with me.”

“Nothing to put up with. Just things to be happy about,” Frankie argued.

“I mean, you put up with me. All of me.”

Even looking away, her eyes closed and her limbs sleepy, she could tell when he changed. The long, lean body turned thicker, broader, and the chin that had been resting atop her head now pressed against her cheek. The voice changed, falling into a gravelly baritone.

“Eddie,” she hummed, turning her head for a kiss.

Her husband kissed her, now in his alternate form, but it wasn’t a lazy kiss. It was a demanding one. Her stomach prickled in excitement. Jack seemed to revel in her taking control, being on top, but Eddie delighted in taking charge, giving her “bad girl” past an outlet.

“I gotta get up early. Need some sleep... But not after that little appetizer,” Eddie teased, hands sliding firmly over her ass and then nestling between her thighs. “Such a wet mess you left for me,” he rasped, biting down gently on her shoulder.

The prickle in her stomach spread, nipples that were still deliciously tender now starting to ache, and soft, relaxed muscles starting to pulse again.

“You like it when I’m extra wet and slippery,” Frankie purred.

“I do. Makes it really easy to do this.” Eddie rubbed the creamy cum slipping out of her pussy back into it as his fingers invaded, one, then two, then three, his thumb rolling her clit.

“My naughty little mitten,” he chuckled, starting to pump his fingers in and out of her more insistently.

“I could wear you like a glove, baby. I know you could take me with a little lube and a lot of time.”

Frankie nodded, breath coming in short pants.

Eddie’s third form could easily pick her up in one hand and use her like a sexy toy, his cock the size of the narrowest part of her wrist. “I don’t feel any claws,” she hinted, waiting for the familiar sensation of the little dark tips that accompanied what she lovingly referred to as “Hulked Out Husband.”

“I don’t think I’m worked up enough for him to come out and play.

But that’s okay. I can make you scream just the same, baby.

” Eddie dragged his fingers from her squeezing pussy, trailing backwards between her cheeks.

He rubbed their combined essences around her anus, laughing softly when he felt her pushing back into his touch, eager for penetration.

“I gotta hand it to Jack. He always leaves me the best parts.”

“What? You like my ass better than my pussy? I think I’m offended.”

“No, no. We both love every inch of you, all the holes, all the curvy bits,” Eddie nipped her neck playfully. “I mean that Jack knows just how to rev you up, but leaves the naughtier stuff for me.”

“He’s not all vanilla.”

“I know, baby, we’re the same person—sort of. But he doesn’t do this very often.”

With a sudden push, Frankie found herself facedown, ass up, cheeks spread while Eddie knelt on the bed behind her.

His thicker, shorter cock plunged into her pussy while two fingers pushed deep into her ass, not giving her much time to adjust. She let out a gasp of surprise at the twin stretch, a gasp that turned to a moan when his free hand descended with a smarting slap on the fleshiest part of her cheek. “Eddie!” she cried out.

“I’m going to need to hear that a lot more,” he instructed, another slap on her other cheek punctuating his words. “Just to make sure you can still tell who’s fucking this glorious ass and pussy.”

“I know who it is, I promise,” she moaned, arching into him like a cat eager for someone to stroke its spine.

“Who loves to fuck your pussy nice and hard?” he asked, this time dragging his short, blunt nails lightly down her back, making her spine sing.

“You!”

His fingers rammed into her stretched hole more deeply, faster, making her head spin. “I didn’t catch the name. Who’s fucking both your holes, princess?”

“Eddie! Eddie Hyde!”

“And who already gave you a nice big load in your pretty little puss?”

“Jack!