She’s too drunk to notice

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After a fun afternoon swimming and drinking beer at the river, the party is moved along down the road to a small sports stadium where a line-up of amateur bands get the place rocking. Anny keeps accepting the drinks her husband Jake is giving her. She was feeling tipsy after the beer. Now he has her drinking tequila. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Yeah, baby!” he cheers, walking backwards and stumbling over a seat, his tequila splashing down his front and setting everyone off laughing again.

It’s a great night. Anny likes to get a buzz on at a party, but she’s way past that as they all stagger and sway back along the road to the camp site. Her head is absolutely spinning when it hits the pillow. Jake is worse. He crashes immediately. Anny tries to sit up but she’s woozy now. She manages to pull off her clothing and drag a nightie over her head then flops back down and closes her eyes, sleep overpowering the urge to throw up.

A couple of guys walking by the window whooping it up wake her. She checks her phone to find it’s 3AM. She’s feeling okay in the stomach but her head is still spinning and she needs to go to the toilet. She steps into her sandals and hugs her arms around tight for the run to the amenities. The place is dead. She’s tripping over her feet, her legs wonky, the world on tilt. She quickly does her business and makes her way back to the cabin with her eyes virtually closed as she climbs the steps and sneaks back into bed.

Jake is out to it, still facing the far wall. Anny goes back to sleep but feels him cuddling up, his breath pure alcohol fumes against the back of her neck. She’s slipping in and out of consciousness and thinking about showing her boobs at the river. She has a little rub of her pussy and smiles to herself about it as she pulls her nightie off. Jake is erect against her back, as usual. She enjoys a squirm and finds moisture inside her pussy. She tilts her pelvis and feels for her husband’s cock head. He obligingly thrusts and she guides him in. She’s not quite wet enough but she presses back onto thrusts until he’s fully seated inside of her. He pulls back then slides in again – easier this time. He holds her hip and starts fucking her.

Anny hides her head in her pillow to get away from her husband’s alcohol fumes. He’s gripping her shoulder with one hand and her hip with his other. She tilts her pelvis, presenting herself to him. He drives up her hard and grinds against her, his cock probing so deep at this angle. She loves the feel of him but can’t keep awake enough to get very excited. She smiles to herself at the feel of him losing control and getting off in her, his cock feeling so huge and amazingly deep as it throbs and gushes cum.

Anny’s dozing off now. She can feel her husband’s cock still quite firm inside of her. He continues to slow fuck her, cuddling to her back and feeling her breasts. She’s almost asleep when she feels him tense and ejaculate again, his hand on her tit squeezing hard as he nuzzles for her neck under the pillow. She puts up with his breath and rubs her face against his. He kisses her cheek but suddenly jerks back.

“What the fuck?” he cries in a startled whisper. “Anny, what the fuck?”

“Huh?” she turns in horror at the sound of that voice. “Phil? What…? Where’s…?”

“Anny, what are you doing here?” He backs against the wall and turns on a lamp.

Anny squints at the light, shielding her eyes. She doesn’t understand what’s happening. Her mind is whooshing. She looks around the room and doesn’t see her stuff. This isn’t her cabin. “Oh shit. Phil, I um. Oh shit.”

“How did you get here, Anny? What’s happening?”

“Um I went to the toilet. I thought this was my. Oh my god!”

“Oh no, Anny, I thought you were Carmen. It was dark and I woke up and. Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”

Anny gulps. That wasn’t a dream and it was Phil behind her. “Oh my god – we. Did we just do something?”

“Yeah. God, I’m so sorry, Anny. I didn’t know it was you. Believe me – I didn’t know.”

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Teaching Little Brother

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Natalie clutches her step-brother’s arm and grinds herself down onto his fingers. Her belly clenches, an orgasm obviously thumping through her. She pushes his hand away and closes her legs. “That’s enough now.”
She gets up, leaving her little brother with a cushion pressed in place again. She looks from there to her husband. “What if I sit on Micky’s lap for a minute, what do you think?”
Brian blushes. “Do you mean…?”
Natalie nods. “Just quickly?”
Micky peers from Natalie to Brian, gulping hard. “What do you mean?”
Natalie kneels on the lounge and reaches for Brian over the backrest. She takes his hand and pulls him close. “It wouldn’t be fair not to, don’t you think?”
“Not to what?” Micky asks, his face red.
Brian huffs a breath. “I don’t know, I s’pose.”
“Just to let him finish,” Natalie says softly to her husband. She peers at her brother. “Do you want to finish, Micky?”
“Finish? Do you mean?”
“Yeah, just quickly, if I sit on your lap. Would you like to be inside me, to finish in me?”
Micky’s face reddens further. “Um. Hell yeah, I wanna. What a question!”
Natalie looks to her husband again. “It would be purely physical, Brian. Just to let him experience finishing inside a woman. He’s obviously hard, and I’m really wet. It seems just natural for me to submit and let him, as a female.”

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Exhibitionist Wife: X-Rated Story

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The guy was writing. He handed Olivia a piece of paper with a number on it, the name Lars. He tilted to look across at me again. “Give me a call if you make up your mind, yeah?”

I gulped harder and nodded. I had the car in gear, my foot on the clutch ready to drive.

The guy smiled and gave Olivia a wink, tilting to look down the top of her dress as she scrunched shoulders and looked down her front too. “Ooh yeah, those are nice,” he groaned low and deep. Olivia peered up at him, her eyes completely glazed now.

I closed my hand over hers and squeezed. She looked to me and I tilted for a look down her dress as well. I then leant over further and looked up at this complete stranger checking out my wife. His head was tilted the other way and he was looking at Olivia’s thighs.

“I’m stopping at a bar right now, if you want to follow me,” he offered, glancing at me then tilting his head a bit further. He glanced again and winked. “It’s alright, man, I’ve already had a look when I was following her up the stairs earlier… Didn’t I?” he directed at Olivia.

Olivia just went redder and bit down on her lip as she touched the hiked up bit of her hem again. She only fiddled with it, didn’t pull it down at all.

“We’ve never done anything like this before,” I said, and Olivia looked to me, her eyes connecting with mine as we silently questioned each other.

“Plenty of married couples play around,” the guy said as he kept looking at Olivia’s legs and reached behind to his back seat for something. He rummaged there for a few seconds then produced a plastic coat hanger. He reached in through our window with it, and I watched stunned as he lifted the skirt of Olivia’s dress and uncovered her. “Ooh yeah, that’s nice,” he groaned, holding her hem up and out of the way.

Olivia was squeezing my hand now. Her breathing had become ragged, her tits jiggling, her other hand clutching the armrest on her door.

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Her New Uncles: X-Rated Reading

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I cleared away my breakfast and was about to sit down with a coffee when there was a knock at the door. I was still in my pyjamas but figured, Ah, what the hell. I pulled up my shorts and tied them a bit tighter then opened the door to find my nephew’s young wife standing there in a bikini with a little sash of a skirt tied around her gorgeous little waist. Mmm, I can probably fit my hands around that, I thought.

I chuckled. “Well, what have we here?”

Her face reddened and her nipples firmed.

“Come in, excuse the mess,” I added, stepping aside and waving my arm to usher her through the doorway before she ran away.

She looked as if she was beginning to regret whatever she was up to.

“I came to ask about what sights there are to see around here,” she said shakily, then walked through and turned to me with her arms folded across her chest.

I closed the door. Ooh, that’s nice how she does that, makes her tits bulge at the top.

I grinned. “I’ve been wondering about what sights there are to see myself,” I said to her.

She looked away nervously. I decided she must have dared herself to come and see me. I could see the fear and excitement in her eyes. I looked at her breasts again, partially obscured behind her thin arms.

Ooh yes, nice. How I’d love those in my mouth.

She had on a different bikini, mostly pink. Her nipples were hard, and her creamy white skin was virtually quivering in goose-bumps.

“Show me ya tits,” I said to her. I figured the direct approach might be best.

She blushed. “You can’t just say that to people. It’s crude.”

I nodded – looked down at her chest. Her arms were still folded across.

I looked back up. “Can I have a look at them, pleeeeez?” I asked. “I’ve been thinking about ya since you arrived yesterday. I don’t often get attractive girls come to stay. Mostly go to the resort.”

She inched her arms lower and straightened them, hunching her shoulders and pressing her breasts together, creating a perfect bulge of warm, soft cleavage.

Ooh yeah baby, that’s it. Hmm, I’ll put my face in there given the chance.

“Well, I’m a married woman. And I don’t usually go around undressing for other men. Plus we’re related! You’re my uncle too, you know, not just Eddie’s.”

I grinned. “Ah well, was worth a try, young lady. No offence meant or anything. As long as ya know I’d like to have a look at you topless. Maybe you’ll give it a go while you’re here? Make an old man’s year.”

I ushered her through to the kitchen. “Would you like a cold ginger beer?”

“Oh that sounds nice, thank you.”

I poured two glasses and sat at the table. The girl sat as well, her little sash of a skirt opening to reveal a thigh, and offering a view between her legs to the crotch of her bikini pants. I was checking them out. “We used to swim naked here when I was your age, back in the 60’s. I have a telescope. I like watching for you girls on the beach, but it’s only topless nowadays. It’d be nice if there was still the full nudity with how you modern girls shave everything off. I noticed yesterday, looks like you’re almost fully shaved. Looks to me like a tiny strip of bush, but not much. Waddya call that nowadays?”

“A landing strip,” the girl said, blushing a bit deeper. “Or Brazilian if all the hair is waxed off. You’re an old perv, aren’t you?”

I shrugged. “Perverts are sneaky. My telescope is right by an open window. Everyone can see it, and see that I’m looking at people on the beach. Don’t see the problem. I like lookin’ at women.”

I took my ginger beer and motioned for the young wife to follow. I had seen a woman sunbathing topless earlier. She was still within the focus of my scope.

“Here, have a look. Olivia, isn’t it?”

She nodded. “Yes Olivia.” She was biting a lip, her eyes wide with curiosity as she approached the telescope. “Oh my gosh! That’s bad.”

I grinned. “Looks damn fine to me.”

Olivia giggled, checking in the scope again. “And this is what you do all day, perv on women sunbathing?”

“Not all day.”

I would if there was gorgeous young girlies out there like you

She giggled some more. I edged close and moved the scope to focus on her deckchair. I motioned for her to take another look.

“Oh no! Oh I can feel you watching me too! And you can even see my window. That’s the bedroom. Can you see me getting dressed?”

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Exhibitionist Wife: X-Rated Story

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“This is interesting,” I said, hooking a finger in the top of her dress and having a better look down it. We were alone in an elevator. My wife just met my gaze as I lifted it from sight of her erect nipples. “Nice,” I commented.

She lifted to tiptoes, tilted in and kissed my cheek, claiming my other hand and pressing it to her crotch. “Is that nice too?” she breathed into my ear.

“Oh shit.”

Her crotch was hot, her pussy only covered by the thin fabric of her dress. Olivia grabbed my hand and led the way from the elevator, smiling back at me as I claimed the handle of my bag and followed her.

“I went shopping like this earlier. It was so amazing,” she said. “I’m so horny, Eddie.”

A fit looking young guy strolling past us turned and looked Olivia over. It seemed he had heard her. She blushed and smiled back at him. He parked his trolley in the bay and turned back in our direction. Olivia looked back at him again and giggled. I met his gaze and held it for a long second or two, my heart thumping a bit.

We got to our car and the guy approached the car next to ours, edging between as Olivia was sitting in the passenger seat. I nodded to the guy. He was smiling again, and had another look over my wife then over our car as well. “Looks like a nice ride,” he said to me and half glanced at Olivia again.

A rush of tingles surged up my spine and the back of my neck. I swallowed. “Thanks.”

The guy chuckled a little. “Na sorry, man, I actually saw your lady when we parked at the same time before. I was checking her out in the terminal, hoping she might have been single, until I noticed her wedding rings.”

“Oh right. Yeah fair enough, I guess.”

I opened my door, Olivia had closed hers and looked to me questioningly as I sat. I grimaced a bit and shrugged.

We have a lowered sports coupe, this young guy with muscular tattooed arms and dark eyes was in a 4WD, his driver’s seat right beside and above Olivia.

The situation thrilled me. The idea of other men wanting my wife always does.

I started the engine and lowered my window. I pressed the adjacent button and lowered Olivia’s window as well. She looked at me again – her eyes kind of glazed but still with a light smile within them. I could see the guy’s powerful looking arm. He had his window down too and his arm was just resting there, his fingers slowly strumming.

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Her New Uncles: X-Rated Reading

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“He did! He said it straight out.” I followed Eddie inside. “He told me topless sunbathing is allowed around here. He was suggesting I should do it.”

“No, I’m sure you misunderstood, baby. He might’ve been just telling you the local rules.”

“I don’t think so. I told you yesterday how he was looking me over, and today he obviously waited until I was here alone in my bikini.”

“Well, I can hardly blame Uncle for that.” Eddie grinned. “You do look fucking hot, babe.”

“Hmm. I see.” I slipped onto my husband’s lap. “Does that mean you want to be naughty?”

“I dunno. I’m still thinkin’ about it.” He peered up. “Do you wanna?”

“Um. A little bit while we’re on holidays maybe? Since no one knows us here.”

“Okay, then let’s just see what happens and what we wanna do.”

I smiled and kissed my husband’s lips. “Okay, we’ll see what we can make happen.”

“Hey, that’s not what I said.” He tickled me and I jumped up and left him there.

I looked back from the door. “I think you love it when guys look at me, Eddie. I can tell. I just need to look at your pants!”

I lay back on my deckchair and put my sunglasses into place. I kept moving just my eyes to look over at old Uncle Pedro’s house. I lay there in the sun on and off all day and kept watching for him but never saw him again.

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Exhibitionist Wife: X-Rated Story

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I looked from the old neighbour in his front garden back to the bikers across the street. There were a group of them sitting around on steps and milk crates and things drinking beer. My husband had resumed talking about the political piece he had been putting together for his quite successful blog. He’s a journalist and travels a lot. He’d been away for over a week and I was feeling horny watching the rough men across the street who had whistled at me.

“Uh huh, sounds amazing, Eddie,” I agreed with my man, and I stifled a moan as I relaxed back on the shaft of my dildo.

I held my breath and bit down hard, keeping my silence as the shaft pulled back then entered me again.

I remained braced back against it and adjusted the speed of the device up a little.

“What’s that?” my husband asked.

“Umm…it’s um.. guess?” I teased him.

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“Oh my god, Eddie, is that Uncle Carlos?”

“Yeah, that’s him. At least I think it is.”

“He doesn’t look anything like your mother.”

“No, I think Mum takes after Nanny. Uncle Carlos and Uncle Pedro both take after Granddad. They’re all huge like that.”

“Hmm, I hope you don’t get big and fat when you’re older. I should have checked out the men in your family before I married you.” I cuddled up to my husband sitting on a garden love swing. “You’ll squash me if you end up as heavy as him.”

“Shit yeah, imagine you underneath a friggin big walrus like that, baby.”

“Um, no thanks, I don’t want to imagine that at all. Do you?”

Eddie’s face reddened a bit. I clutched his ribs and glared.

“Oh my god, did you just picture it, did you?”

“Um..” Eddie grimaced. “Couldn’t help it, baby, it just flashed to mind.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, but it’s not the first time or anything.”

“It’s not? You’ve imagined Uncle, with me?’

“Um, no!” Eddie’s face reddened again. “I mean, I’ve always tried to imagine what it would have been like when you were going with Rollie. He was really huge and you were even tinier back then.”

“Oh. I see.” I felt myself blushing as well now. “Yes I was really skinny until about then. But Rollie was sort of different to some huge old guy, he was strong. He wasn’t really that heavy on top of me or anything. It’s not like he used to squash me.”

“Oh right. I was kind of wondering,” Eddie replied, shifting a little and covering his crotch with an arm.

“Actually, Tomo was way heavier during sex. He used to squash me a bit. Plus he used to want it so much. I’m glad that never lasted.”

“Oh right. Tomo. Yeah, he was pretty big too, wasn’t he?”

“Mmm, in more ways than one!” I teased, and I tilted to look at my man’s crotch – at what was going on down there. “Um, Eddie..?”

“What! It isn’t that – it’s just from thinking about you, baby.”

“Oh sure it is!” I scoffed playfully. “Hmm, I think my husband might be a bit kinky.”

“I am not!”

“Hmm, and do you still think about that one time?”

Eddie’s face heated red again.

“Do you remember how it felt?” I pressed, cuddling up again. “It was amazing having two of you inside me like that, Eddie. I still think about it all the time when I’m alone and that.”

“Aw fuck, when you’re alone and what? Playing with yourself or something?”

“Mmm, maybe,” I cooed. “Especially since you ended up asking Paul to be your best man.” I whispered into my husband’s ear, “Plus your other best man has had sex with me as well, don’t forget.”

Eddie gulped. “Yeah, how could I forget that, baby!”

“It was interesting being the bride, with the three of you all lined up in matching suits.”

“I know. I was trying to forget about it. You looked so amazing in your wedding dress, baby.”

“Uh huh, but do you think Paul and Chad were remembering anything while I was walking down the aisle, or afterwards when I danced with them? They both sort of cuddled me a bit with the dances. I was trying not to think about being held by them.”

“Aw fuck, baby, so much for boning up!”

“Haha, what happened to it? I thought you liked imagining me getting it. It looked like you did a minute ago.”

“Yeah well maybe a little bit, but not with you in your wedding dress. That’s when I knew you were all mine!”

I met my husband’s kiss and was picked up and carried deeper into the garden. I’m only slight – weighed next to nothing. Eddie is a big guy, the kind I had always been with. The feel of being overpowered by a guy really does it for me and I find any heavily built guy hard to resist.

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X-Rated taboo erotica

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Natalie has some food shopping to do before dinner and ends up doing a huge restock. Her young step-brother sees her at the supermarket loading up the car. She offers him a ride home if he helps her lug the groceries up the stairs to the apartment. “Do you have time, Micky, honestly?” He had seemed in a hurry.
“Yeah, it’s cool. I just have to get something for Dad at the hardware. Can ya wait five minutes?”
“Sure! Go on, then.”
They are soon parked at the door of Natalie’s apartment building. She takes one load of bags up and Micky takes three to get everything upstairs. Micky parks the car in the garage and brings back the keys.
“Are you sure you don’t mind waiting for Brian? I can run you home now.”
“Na, that’s fine. I got Dad’s thing before the shop shut, so there’s no rush now.”
“Ah okay. Do you want a glass of Coke?”
“Yes, please.”
Natalie pours them both a drink. Micky sits at her breakfast counter chatting with her while she unpacks her groceries.
“You again!” Brian jokes, scuffing Micky’s hair as he passes and drops his briefcase on the floor.
“He helped me with the shopping. I bought heaps of stuff,” Natalie says, meeting her husband’s kiss. “Do you wanna stay for dinner, Micky?”
He shrugs. “Sure. What are we having?”
Natalie cooks up a quick bolognaise, which they eat with a bottle of red. They laugh and joke throughout the meal. Brian takes a call from work at the breakfast counter phone, and Natalie washes the dishes.
Her brother approaches behind her and touches her ribs. She clamps her arms down and blushes. He worms his fingers under her arms and clutches again. “Micky!” she scolds, catching Brian’s glance. Micky reaches down and clutches above her knee. She wriggles and blushes deeper as she looks more directly at her husband.
Brian hangs up the phone and remains sitting across the counter on a stool.
Natalie questions him with her look. Micky tickles her ribs again. “Um. Micky,” she whispers, squirming with her arms pressed tight. She looks to her husband again, and he just looks back at her without saying anything. “Uhh…hh, Micky! What are you doing? That tickles,” Natalie cries.
She takes hold of his wrists, holding onto them while he clutches her ribs again, probing with his fingers and making her giggle and squirm. “Okay, okay.” She peers back at him, relaxing her arms and letting him hold her belly.
“What did work want?” she asks Brian, reaching up her back and unfastening her bra clasp as she speaks. She has on a lace trim tank top and bra, and cut-off jean shorts. With her bra loosened, her breasts fall freely, jiggling with every movement.
Brian watches as she folds her tank top up to expose her belly. “My new boss was just lettin’ me know he’ll be away, just some work instructions.”
Micky clutches Natalie’s sides, digging his fingers in and making her squirm and smile back up at him. “Hey, you, I already gave in!” she scolds, and she takes one of his hands and guides it beneath the front of her top. He feels under her bra and squeezes her tit. She parts her lips as he kisses her over her shoulder, immediately inserting his tongue into her mouth. She opens, and he pushes it in deep while groping her and pinching a nipple. His other hand is still upon her belly. She undoes her shorts, lowering the zipper. She breaks off the kiss and squirms back against him, holding her husband’s gaze as her brother worms his fingers under the waistband of her panties and feels down through her little bush to her opening.
Natalie smiles. “I think I’m about to be taken again, Brian.”

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Giving in to little brother

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There is a knock at the door and Natalie gets up to answer it. Brian goes to grab a beer from the fridge but there are none left.
“Hey, man,” Micky says from the kitchen doorway. He is holding a six-pack.
“Legit, dude. Just what I was lookin’ for.” Brian takes one of the beers. “What are ya doin’ here? I thought you were gonna help ya bro with his car.”
“Nah, he’s gotta wait for a part. I knew we drank all ya beer so I brought some more.”
“Ah cheers, dude.”
Natalie is watching television. She is sitting with her legs tucked up on the end of the lounge. Brian kicks back in his recliner. The other one has junk on it. Micky sits on the other end of the lounge to Natalie and puts his feet up on the coffee table. They all watch a line-up of amateur comedians performing at a club.
Natalie is wearing a short straight skirt with a white top and bra. She has been out all day running errands. Brian can see the crotch of her pink panties from behind her legs. her little brother seems to be checking them out too.
She goes to the kitchen to get an apple. Brian gets more beers then kicks back again. Natalie finishes her apple and reaches to put the core on the saucer with her tea cup. When she sits back her young step-brother touches her bare foot. She glances over but he has folded his arms and is innocently watching the television. A few minutes later he does it again, earning a glare this time, which makes him smile. The next time he does it Natalie pushes his leg with her foot, smiling too. Micky leans over on an elbow and reaches to poke her ribs.
“Hey, you!” she scolds.
She is still smiling. Brian starts to get an erection, having to shift in his seat to make room.
Natalie’s annoying little step-brother pokes her side again but she catches his arm this time and glares. “What are you trying to do, pest?”
Micky chuckles and squeezes her knee with his other hand. She giggles and pushes him with her foot again. He gets up on his knees and tickles her ribs, clutching them and making her shriek with laughter. He eases up, and she holds his wrists, panting.
She looks over and Brian meets her eyes. Micky grabs her ribs again. She keeps looking to Brian as she squirms and wriggles. Brian is fully erect by now.
Micky relents again. Natalie holds his wrists but only lightly, and he touches her knee. He squeezes it and she flinches. He grips her ribs, and she flinches again, looking to Brian once more. She holds her husband’s gaze as her brother clutches both sides of her ribs and makes her squirm.
“Okay, you win,” she concedes giggling when he digs his fingers in again. “You win, okay, Micky? Just wait a minute.” She undoes a button on her blouse. “Just let me up a bit for a minute.”
He lifts, and she sits up. She glances at her husband again as she continues undoing her blouse. “Look at what he won, Brian. He keeps tickling me, so I have to give in.”

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