Samantha walked in and I looked at her standing there in her big black coat, long black dress, and tall black boots with her blonde hair all tousled and her cheeks flushed.

“Someone got good and thoroughly fucked,” I said to my wife.

She nodded, coming toward me, shucking her coat and letting it drop to the floor.

She grabbed me by the belt buckle and tugged me toward her. She kissed me roughly, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I tasted beer on her lips. She doesn’t drink beer.

My cock grew harder.

“Yes. I was. Fucked hard, fucked long. Fucked well, and fucked twice.” She pushed her lips to my ear and whispered, “He came in me, baby. Twice.”

I groaned.

“I’m full of his come,” she said.

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