Son’s best friends turn a MILF into a depraved fucktoy

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“Thanks?” she said, before he gripped the back of her head and plunged her mouth back down on his cock.

* * *

Emilia rode her husband hard, her chest dragging along his with every bounce on his dick. His hands rested on her sides as he grunted and strained to meet her every thrust, sweat rolling down his forehead. Just a week ago, she would have loved to see the effort, the desire on his face, but now the visage of him grunting underneath her did nothing for Emilia.

She knew what she wanted. And it wasn’t Jim.

“Fuck me from behind,” she gasped.

“Fu-?” he asked, startled enough to quit pumping. She was rarely vulgar in bed, usually only letting slip a swear when she was right on the edge of coming.

“Do it, Jim!” she snapped.

Emilia hurtled off him and spun around on her hands and knees. She waited for her husband to reposition himself. He wasn’t fat or particularly fit, but somewhere square in the middle, leaning towards softness but not quite there yet. The night shifts had really thrown off his workouts, unlike Emilia, who’d been running, doing yoga, and keeping her ass trim and tight at the gym every other day. He lined himself up, and she wished he’d hurry it up already.

“Fuck me, goddamn it!” she panted over her shoulder.

A flash of hurt in his eyes, and then he sank inside her. His audible sigh of pleasure sent a thrill of pleasure through her, and when he started to build up to her frenetic earlier pace, the machinery inside Emilia really whirred to life. She dropped her head low and squeezed her eyes shut, imagining it was Milo doing this to her, Jaxton, Simon. Jim was not an ass man or she’d have begged him to slip his thumb into her bud, making her feel double penetrated. Would the boys have done that? Would they have even hesitated? She didn’t know. God, two of them fucking her at once?

Or… how about all three?

The slowly building pressure jumped to boiling, and her body rocked from head to toe as Emilia fought to crest, right there, right there. She almost moaned their names, almost fucked things up beyond repair, but instead, she thought of Simon’s knowing grin as he fed her his cock, as Jaxton fucked her pussy and Milo hilted his cock in her ass.

Never had her orgasm hit her so hard. She pulsed with it, her pussy clenching at her husband in fits, trying to keep him deep, trying to hold onto this sensation as long as possible. Her arms shook too hard to hold herself upright, and she collapsed into the mattress, twisting her head and moaning. Her juices gushed over her husband’s prick, dripping down her thighs and onto the bedding. He wasn’t all that far behind her, a minute, maybe two, and then he was driving deep, coming, coming, coming. The warmth of him deep inside her nearly set Emilia off again, and had Jim played with her clit, she probably would have. But instead, he pulled out and dropped to the side, gasping for air.

“Jesus, baby, what got into you?” he asked.

She turned so they were facing the same direction, and rested by his side, one leg thrown over his. “I don’t know. Just needed to feel needed, I guess.”

He stroked her cheek, his chest rising and falling from the exertion of what they’d just done. She barely felt out of breath. If that had turned into a three-hour marathon, Emilia would have been fucking exhilarated. “That’s dumb. I need you every day.”

“Yeah, but when was the last time we were really passionate with each other?”

Jim frowned. “I thought our sex life was pretty good. We certainly do it often enough.”

“Often enough for who, Jim? You?” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m being catty. But I need you to… I don’t know, make me feel special.”

“So now I’m not making you feel special?” he asked, and pushed himself upright. “Jesus, Em, when did all this come up?”

“Just forget about it.”

“No. You started this. What am I not doing to make you feel special? I’m working goddamn crazy hours. For us and for Landon. How is that not special?”

“You know what I mean,” Emilia said, sitting upright and propping the pillow up behind her so she could sit against the headboard. “You haven’t made me feel wanted in a long time. Years, maybe.”

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