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Nancy and Syd turned their faces up to him, mouths open, tongues out, moaning for his cum like they were on a roller coaster.

Patrick let them have it. His cum splashed onto Nancy’s heaving breasts, immediately soaking her bra. Her eyes widened and she let out a panicked whimper, feeling his hot cum scorching her tits. She arched her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and against Syd’s.

“Mmm, so hot, Patrick! Your cum is so fucking hot on my tits… on my nipples!” She looked up into his face, seeing the passion burning in his eyes. “My face! Come on my face!”

With Syd and Nancy’s breasts crushed together, rubbing Patrick’s cum into both of their cleavage thanks to their writhing bodies, Patrick moved up to Nancy’s face. His semen splashed onto her gorgeous features, painting them white. It wetted her hair and forced her eyes shut. Much as she missed seeing the cum fly from Patrick’s manhood, Nancy’s mouth displayed a happy smile at the feel of so much seed warming her face.

“Open your mouth, Nancy!” Patrick groaned. “I want to come in my wife’s mouth!”

Nancy crooned, dropping her jaw. The scalding cum splattered the inside of her mouth. Some struck her chin and Nancy quickly stuck her tongue out, resisting the urge to lick up his dripping cum to instead let it strike the flat surface of her tongue.

Patrick obliged her, stroking his cock again and again, feeding ropes of cum into Nancy’s mouth and outstretched tongue until her taste buds couldn’t be seen underneath it all. Her mouth filled with his sperm; it spilled over her bottom lip. Nancy helplessly swallowed—not that she minded drinking his cum, she just wanted to display how much Patrick had spent on her before she even thought of getting rid of any.

Her cunt throbbed.

Syd watched from inches away, her own pussy sizzling, her clit hard as a marble. She felt the warmth of Patrick’s cum radiating off Nancy’s face, felt the slippery stuff itself on her breasts but frustratingly locked behind her skimpy top. Her need demanded expression.

“Give it to me, hubby!” she urged hoarsely. “Come in my face! Make me look like your slut wife!”

All Patrick had to do was move his cock a few inches to the side.

White-hot cum spurted out of him. He watched it splash onto Syd’s beautiful face, his cum seeming to glow against her dark skin. Syd moaned with fulfillment while the hot seed rained on her nose, her cheeks. It hit her parted lips, washing into her mouth and tingling on her tongue. She purred and her ass swayed—quickly she swallowed, then opened her mouth wide, tongue out, everything about her expression designed to solicit more of Patrick’s cum.

Patrick moved his cock back to point at Nancy again. Expecting that her turn was done and still blinded by his cum covering her eyes, Nancy was taken by total surprise when his hot cream hit her neck and shoulders.

She moaned, feeling the start of an orgasm from being degraded, then she quickly mirrored Syd’s expression—mouth open, tongue out. Her tongue hit Syd’s, beautifully synchronized as their tongues lined up tip to tip, both stilly waiting for Patrick’s cum.

“Yes, yes,” Nancy muttered, cum spilling from her mouth as she said it. She wasn’t at all trying to goad Patrick, only needing to express the perverse ecstasy she felt while her pussy tingled and swelled.

She felt the heat coming off Syd’s cunt, rivaling her own. Her bound hands dug into Syd’s thick ass. Pulled their crotches together even as their heads held still, tongues still adhering to each other. More of Patrick’s cum seeped down her throat, slowly draining her filled mouth. Nancy felt the heat trailing deep into her body, as if her throat were being fucked, and she moaned hard enough to gurgle on the cum in her mouth.

Seeing the lovely sight, Patrick’s delirium raged. He needed to bury them in cum; his balls throbbed and his cock flared. His face exhilarant, more seed surged through his shaking length.

He slapped his cock down on Syd’s straining tongue, coming right into her mouth. The splatter of cum splashed back, hitting Nancy—her tongue, her mouth, her face. A soft sob foamed from her clogged throat as Nancy erupted into climax.

She went wild; it wasn’t enough to simply be a target for Patrick’s ejaculation, she needed him to give it to her, all of it. Her lips collapsed onto Patrick’s cockhead and she sucked it fervently, her mouth clinging to it, milking it, pulling his next eruption into her hotly gulping throat.

Syd moved her tongue, licking it in and out of Nancy’s mouth, over and around Patrick’s glans. Both women were glued to his cockhead, sucking on it, jostling each other as they fought for one spurt of cum after another. The burning river flowed into Nancy’s mouth, then into Sydney’s. And it was only by working together that they could swallow it quickly enough to receive the next launch.

Syd swallowed, the gulping sound seeming impossibly loud, reverberating in her ears. Her pussy clenched with an overwhelming climax. She screamed, unable to stop herself from crying out as she was flooded with pleasure.

Nancy remembered how arousing it was for her partner to get the same treatment as her. She kissed Patrick’s cock against Syd’s mouth. Some of his cum unfortunately dotted the floor, but both girls still got their share of it.

“Yeah, good girls, good fucking girls!” Patrick husked out, his cockhead between both their lips, feeding two women as they both boiled with ecstasy.

Identical moans flowed from the beauties, sucking at Patrick’s cum and kissing each other, their licks taking his seed from each other’s tongues.

By the time Patrick had finished, the two were writhing together, coming in tight waves of simultaneous orgasm—both so intense it was like they were both sharing the same climax. Patrick understood that they’d overdosed on him, for now. Now, sated in one respect but hungry in another, they had to have each other.

He picked up both their long manes and cleaned his cock with them, leaving his spent sperm littering their hair almost as much as it covered their faces.

As they kissed, as eager to share each other’s lips as Patrick’s cum, confessions poured out of the two women—the same as they would from any perp the pair would sweat.

“I love fucking your husband,” Sydney babbled.

“I love him fucking you too!” Nancy replied.

“And I love fucking you!”

“I love being fucked!”

“I wanna fuck you whenever I can!”

“I want Patrick to fuck you whenever he wants!”

“He can! You both can!”

“I want both of you to fuck me!”

“I love you!”

“I love you too!”

“I love his cock!”

“How can you not love his cock?” Nancy asked rhetorically.

“I do!” Syd assured her.

“He makes me come so hard!”

“He comes so hard!”

“Lick my eyelids clean, I want to look at you.”

“I love it when you look at me.”

“I’m gonna fuck your thigh!”

“Fuck my thigh while you lick his cum off me!”

“Share it, bitch!”

And they kissed again, Syd tonguing into Nancy’s mouth the cum she’d just licked from the woman’s eyelids.

Patrick sat back and simply watched, happy to have contributed. He never would’ve thought he’d actually go for a menage a trois, but it was clear to him now that even he couldn’t satisfy Nancy alone.

Once the woman let her freak flag fly, the only thing that kept her from wanting Patrick all to herself was knowing she could get Sydney too.

***

Six months later, the passionate new status quo of Syd having dinner at the McKennas five nights a week paid off dividends. Nancy was pregnant, working half-days at a desk while gearing up for her maternity leave. Stuck at home while Syd was working late with the Bens.

Yeah, poor Nancy.

“Honey, I’m home!” Patrick called from the front door.

Just the sound of his voice made Nancy tingle. The slight ring Patrick gave to her name told Nancy that he’d had a few drinks before coming home; maybe he’d be loosened up enough not to treat her like she was made of glass.

She would already do anything for the little life growing inside her—but she doubted the baby would mind if her momma got a little spanking when she was naughty.

Nancy changed out of her sensible maternity wear. Her heart quickened as she heard Patrick walking through the living room. With Izzy off on a school trip, she hadn’t bothered to shut her door. And there Patrick appeared, a tousled grin on his face.

“There you are,” he mumbled, pausing to take in her beauty, his eyes unable to stop as they traced all over Nancy’s body. So far, her swelling body had only given her a bit of a pot belly to go with her overendowed breasts. Maybe that was why she had the bedsheets pulled up to hide her abdomen.

Otherwise, she wore only a pale blue nightgown, her brown nipples clearly visible through the wispy fabric covering them.

“Take a picture,” Nancy told him.

“Trust me, I’m not going to forget how you look.”

“Not for me. Text it to Syd. She should know we’re thinking about her.”

“You’re going to be thinking about her?” Patrick asked, not wholly hating the idea as he aimed his camera phone at Nancy.

Nancy graced him with a modeling smile. “I’m not going to be thinking at all if you do your job right. Now come here and do your job.”

***

Syd had a new partner, a rookie she had to train while Nancy was indisposed—it gave her a lot of frustration to work off after dinner.

Patrick wanted Nancy to take it easy, whether on the job or in the bedroom, resulting in a bifurcated sex life. With Nancy, he was slow and gentle, eating her out or savoringly bringing her to orgasm through nothing more than fingering and play with her pregnancy-engorged breasts. With Syd, though, he was rough as he had to be to spare Nancy Syd’s newfound kinkiness.

And the more he dominated her, the more Syd loved it. She started envying Nancy for having gotten knocked up by the guy. And she wondered, with Izzy heading off to college soon, maybe she could move in. Maybe even stop taking her birth control the way Nancy had.

But that would have to wait. She had a big caseload and without Nancy, she was working at half-strength.

Her phone buzzed. Probably another assignment. Syd checked it. Then she groaned enviously.

That was another reason to get knocked up. So Nancy could see how she liked the shoe being on the other foot.