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Felicia trembled the first time she heard Peter cry out. The pleasure of it traveled the full length of the hall, so strong that he could have been right beside her, enjoying her body, if only—

Bruce lay beside her on the carpet, holding his glass in one hand while the other roved through the soft strands of the rug beside her leg. “It’s all right,” he said. “Have some more wine.”

One-handed, he switched his glass with hers, picking his other hand up off the rug to take up the bottle and tip it to refill the empty glass. Felicia stared mutely at the tiny bubbles in her champagne, not sure if she’d done the right thing in serving Peter up to Selina. What if he liked her better? What if he lost all interest in Felicia?

“Worrying?” Bruce asked her, clicking his glass against hers to get her attention. He’d set the bottle back down. His hand dropped down playfully to the fleece of the rug inside her thigh gap. “Peter will only appreciate you more once he sees all the differences between you and other women, even ones as beautiful as my wife. Trust me. These things only end in hurt feelings if you want them to.”

Felicia took another cooling swallow of champagne. She could still hear Peter’s delighted moans, but they didn’t bother her as much. “Is it like that with you?”

“Yes. It always interests me to see what works for other women, what pleases them, and then to see how much Selina likes it…” Felicia tensed when he touched her legs, swallowing her current mouthful with a little coughing. She could hear Peter grunting and moaning in the distance. Her eyes slipped almost shut, Bruce’s hand drifting lightly up her thigh.

“Nnnnh,” she groaned, just as Peter had.

“Lie down, Felicia. Relax.”

“Yes,” Felicia said dreamily. “If you say so.”

She lowered herself down onto her side, facing Bruce, her eyes full of curiosity. Peter’s distant moaning, his obvious enjoyment of whatever Selina was doing to him, was actually arousing Felicia. She could feel the spreading dampness between her thighs, a restless stirring inside the sweltering folds of her cunt.

“Ghhh!” she mewled in unison with Peter. With her fastidiously not noticing it, Bruce’s hand had slipped under her skirt. His touch was reassuring as it ran up her thigh, then thrilling as it dipped between her legs. 

Bruce smiled as he watched her lips part in surprise, not at his touch, but in the pleasure she took from it. He loved to excite a strange pussy, take it from nerves and suspicion to unremitting acceptance. He slid a probing finger under the crotch of Felicia’s panties.

“Hhhuu!” Felicia gasped. As startled as she sounded, her labia was wet and eager. Her eyes flickered, conflicting emotions behind them. Then Bruce leaned in, his warm lips kissing behind her ear, along the sensitive skin of her hairline, as soft and sultry as his fingertip was stroking her sex.

Her lithe body was tensing in needful anticipation. Between her legs, his finger was wet from her cunt and only growing wetter as he fed it deeper into her. His tongue flicked out with the same boldness, exploring the roundness of her ear, then the tiny cavern of its depths.

“Nnnhhh!” Felicia squealed, her pussy suddenly feeling much more tender. She trembled with a joyous sensitivity as she spread her legs, clearing the way for his hand. And she turned her head, letting him catch her lips in a kiss before his tongue darted passionately into her mouth. Her mind was reeling from the magic of his touch and kiss. Peter let out an impassioned howl, but Felicia hardly noticed.

Moving deliberately, Felicia splayed her legs out so that a soft thigh was pressed against his groin. Then she moaned nervously. She could tell how long and hard his cock was. Again, she felt as tender and as fragile as a Ming vase, his delving finger and his warm kisses now rocking her hips with spasms. Bruce remorselessly took full advantage of her blooming sensitivity, ripping away her panties with a shock that felt like a lightning bolt hitting Felicia.

“Dirty girl,” Bruce husked, his rasping breath as intense as a kiss as it broke against her lips. “You want to get fucked as bad as your husband does—don’t you?”

Felicia grinned helplessly. “I wonder who wants to fuck us more. You or your wife?”

It was a useless bit of defiance, Bruce chuckling a little as he made her panties disappear from her thighs. “Doesn’t matter. You’re both getting fucked.”

“Aaah!” Felicia trilled, her whole body drawing tight as Bruce’s finger flexed inside her. 

For once, she decided to surrender, allowing Bruce the privilege of undressing her. She arched her back and felt her panties slide off of her knees. Then those big, callused hands moved to her chest and stripped her breasts bare. Her cleavage swelled inside her bra, nipples as hard as the firmness she had felt in Bruce’s pants. Then Bruce did what all guys did, even Batman, when confronted with her tits. He felt them up, his hands nice and tight. Felicia bit her lip. Bruce was right. As good as it felt to have a man worship her breasts, there was always something a little difference in the way they touched them.

The fingers of Bruce’s left hand were still damp from her cunt, and Felicia could only imagine how wet she’d gotten to dampen so much of his hand when he’d only inserted one finger. The right hand was dry, though, seeming to burn as it grinded over the smooth skin of Felicia’s other breast, with only her blossoming sweat to reduce the friction. It felt so different from his slick left hand that he could’ve been building a fire—like half of him was sweaty-palmed nerves and the other half was calm, cool confidence in getting what he wanted. How apropos, Felicia thought, and clenched her teeth to keep from crying out, before she thought that Peter might like to know she was enjoying herself too.

“OOUUHHHH!”