The Weekend's End
Two couples spend the weekend crossing every line they can find-only to discover the wives planned the whole thing from the start.
I stood in the shower letting the hot water run over me, washing away the afternoon's exertions. My cock was still half-hard, tingling with memory. Through the steam, I could smell Meg on my skin, Rick on my fingers, the musk of our combined sweat and cum. I soaped myself slowly, not rushing, letting my body recover while my mind raced ahead. Lisa was waiting for me next door. The thought sent a fresh pulse of blood to my...