It was the next morning before I saw her again. I was sitting on the love seat with my coffee when she got herself a cup and sat next to me. Leaning against me, she looked up at me with dreamy eyes. "God, I'm sore. Randy's a jackhammer."
"I saw that."
"Oh yeah! Did you like that little show?"
"I really did."
She put her hand on my belly and slid it down into my shorts.
My cock twitched, swelling in her grasp as I recalled images of her sweating and groaning under Randy the night before.
"Well," she said, "it was more of the same later. I couldn't even say how many times I came." She lightly stroked the length of my shaft, rubbing her thumb across the top each time.
"Did you do the anal?" I asked.
"No. It's funny. I brought it up. He's not that into it. Randy just really likes to fuck. You know, he likes it when I suck him off -"
"Who wouldn't?"
"I know, right? But he sort of lets me do a little of it to warm him up, and because it turns me on, but he just wants to fuck. And he's great at it. I mean, he knows how to get a woman off. He'll slide his cock across the outside of my pussy and rub hard against me, use the head to slip up and down between the lips, slip it in and go easy, holding his cock shaft so it slides against the clit. He works it easy and gentle before he bangs down hard to finish."
"It wasn't like that last night!"