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  Shawn didn’t pull out. He huffed and panted, making sure all his cum was deposited inside her, then he began moving again, pumping and thrusting. He didn’t pull out. They were still fucking.

  I bit my tongue at the tension coiling inside me.

  My husband fucked her faster.

  Lexi began pushing back against him, moaning her own blissful pleasure and mounting need. She began panting and gasping, then shuddering. She let out a delicate, low howl and gripped the bedspread as her body convulsed and quivered. Feminine guttural grunts erupted from her mouth as she came on my husband’s dick.

  Dylan had stopped touching my husband and was instead fisting his cock. He grunted feverishly and let loose a burst of cum from his engorged dick. It twitched and spat, oozing out finally at the end with big drops of cum.

  And still, Shawn did not pull out of Lexi.

  They rocked together for a moment and then he began slowly moving in and out, fucking her much slower.

  Lexi pulled away from him and flopped over. She even looked perfect doing something as simple as that. Her legs trembled, but she spread them out for my husband.

  Shawn’s cock was a mess of wetness and cum. It was still amazingly rock hard and pulsing with his heartbeat. He lowered himself over her and slid his cock – my cock, her cock – back into her.

  Yes, her cock.

  I was eager to see it in her.

  It was perfect for her.

  His butt moved against her hips, and then they kissed.

  EPILOGUE

  Four months later…

  I watched my husband’s butt flex and pump between Lexi’s thighs.

  Dylan stroked himself while holding his phone up, recording it yet again.

  I sat in the chair, legs over the arms, and rammed the dildo in and out of my pussy in time to my husband’s thrusts.

  I was immensely pleased to be part of something so wonderful. It was a paradise of perfection.

  Shawn, now embarked on a modeling career, fucked Lexi regularly – at least five days a week. Often, he had nothing left over for me. That was okay, though, because Lexi deserved his cum more than I did, surely, though I did hope that Shawn would have some for me later.

  It didn’t happen often.

  Dylan whispered in his usual way, “Fuck her, Shawn. Fuck my wife. Do it. Yeah…”

  Shawn leaned over Lexi, propped on his fists, his back and butt working with practiced ease as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. Her lips pushed in and peeled out with every thrust, sensuously wrapping my husband’s cock in sexual care.

  I never got tired of seeing this.

  Her hands roamed his shoulders and arms. Her wedding ring glistened against my husband’s skin like his cock did when emerging from her pussy on the out-stroke.

  Flawless fucking. Those were the words I knew to be true. My husband fucking Lexi was appropriate and suitable in every way.

  But this day was different.

  As my husband strained and grunted, dumping his load deep in Lexi’s accepting pussy, she said to him, “I love you…”

  Shawn grunted fiercely in response, pushing his spurting dick even deeper into her. He clawed, pulling with his hands. He scrabbled, pushing with his feet. He couldn’t get any more of his dick into her, but he strained with effort trying. Then they kissed passionately as his body jerked in the aftershocks of orgasm. Finally, he gasped, “I love you, too, Lexi.”

  My world exploded. I was lifted high off the chair with the force of the wave that threw me into the air. I thrust my pussy out and cried with surprise, joy, and relief. Lava tore through me as the explosions ripped me apart. I shook and shivered, my legs flailing as the orgasm destroyed me.

  But I was okay. I was okay.

  And Shawn had given her his cum again so that there would be none left over for me.

  And that was okay, too.

  I was in a better place.

  I saw my husband settle down onto my beautiful boss and begin kissing her.

  Yes, I was in a much better place.

  Thank you for reading I Can’t Even. All reviews are warmly appreciated.

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  Slang Usage

  AF: (pronounced ayy-eff) short for “as fuck” or as in really extreme

  Bae: boyfriend/girlfriend acronym meaning - “before anyone else”

  Based: being yourself, and not caring what others think

  Nastafied: gross, disgusting

  Newb: newbie, someone new at something and clueless

  On Point: perfect, flawless

  Serving Looks: very attractive, perfect looks

  Shipped, Shipping: being in a relationship, getting people to date

  Thirsty: horny, sexually eager

  Throw Shade: insult, impugn

  Tight: very close, secure relationship

  Yas, Yaas: excited and enthusiastic “yes”

 

 

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