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"I love you. I fucking love you." I was breathless and crying. My face streamed tears of ecstasy as Brianna and I lay together, foreheads touching. I'd never before cried tears of joy after sex, but I couldn't help it. There was something different this time. At the moment of my peak, I'd felt this surge of emotion—a bewildering appreciation for the two people in the room with me, how well they knew me and how deeply they loved me. I was already tearing up the moment before I came. Then, as the orgasm hit me, it wasn't just my pussy that gushed. My heart burst, humbled by everything, and my eyes started to gush.
Tye stood and silently walked to the door. I saw him go.
At the door, he stopped and turned toward us. I realized how naked we were, our curved bodies sprawled on the bed. I looked to him as his eyes followed each limb, exploring us like a work of art. I didn't care. I loved it.
"You two are...incredible," he said, plainly. "I love you, babe. I love what you have with Brianna." He turned to leave.
"Tye..."
I rushed to him and pressed my slender naked body against him. He was still dressed in his stylish date clothes. His body was firm, muscular and warm. With my arms around his neck, I kissed him and whispered, "I love you. I'm sorry I kept this from you for so long. I'm sorry. I wish I'd told you." He said he loved me, said everything was fine, we were fine, smiled, held a sincere kiss against my forehead, opened the door and left.
I exhaled. There it was. The dream. Brianna and I were free to be together. Our marriages were safe. Our husbands knew us.
Our love was in the open.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 year agoEvil witches. Both protagonist. No sympathy for them. This was the PG version of Housewives at Play.
greybishopalmost 3 years agoThis was an interesting series. The character development and erotica were certainly above average, though a little more editing probably would have helped. Far more interesting to me though was the twist the author introduced in this final installment when one of the husbands discovered the affair. Besides allowing for some different erotica it also radically altered how the two women were portrayed and offered fascinating insight into the overall fantasy which this series portrayed. To explain:
In the earlier installments the author went to great pains to describe the two men as being good guys and decent husbands, and the two marriages as working even if they weren’t perfect. And the author also made it clear that the two women were deliberately lying to and cheating on their husbands for an extended period of time. Yet when Patrick discovered the affair, said he was okay with it, and then openly and honestly asked his wife for quid pro quo in return, he was quickly turned into a bad guy by both women because *his* needs were somehow less important and morally pure than theirs! The blatant hypocrisy of this was astounding even if it was all too realistic, and was even acknowledged by the protagonist at one point! I think doing this was quite brave of the author, since for me it quickly turned my attitude towards the two women from sympathy to disdain, and also opened the door for thinking about what might come next for them. The protagonist’s marriage will likely survive, because her husband secretly wanted to be a cuckold all along, but her friend’s marriage to Patrick may very well be over – hooray? An interesting fantasy indeed. Five stars for this chapter and four and a half for the series overall.
Anonymousover 3 years agoWhat a superb analysis of growing passion and actual female sexual excitement!
Felaheen_08about 5 years agoBrilliantly written stories, enjoyed how the story unfolded. Would read anything else you put out there as your stories are so engaging.
