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her husband to agree to it without killing her? Or had it been Reid’s idea? She made a mental note to question the other woman.
    She tried to get the picture out of her mind, but as Alex rolled back and licked her all over, she fantasised they had a third lover, one with a hard, feverish cock. She didn’t know if she could take it, however, if Alex turned out to be gay, if he also wanted a big cock fucking him. But would it be fair for her to get all the action and Alex none?
     
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    Love for his wife filled Alex. Demi was hotter, more beautiful now than the day he’d married her. He was the luckiest bastard alive that she stayed with him despite his disability. He hoped his erectile dysfunction wouldn’t be permanent, but the longer he was impotent, the more his hope drained.
    God, but he longed to fuck this woman, to make her swoon. And he knew she yearned for his cock to be back to normal, to fuck her senseless, too. She’d come close to saying it so many times. He’d read it in her expressive eyes.
    He’d hoped she’d enjoy the vibrator he’d bought for her birthday, but it seemed to leave her cold. She writhed and moaned when he ate her pussy, when he played with her clit and slid his tongue into her vagina, but not as much as when his cock was up there.
    He blamed himself for getting so out of shape, for letting his diabetes get the better of him. For so long he’d blamed the doctors and the medicine, had expected them to cure him. Now he was paying attention to his diet, exercising and taking better care of himself. At forty-five, he shouldn’t be some old fart that was falling apart.
    Brad Pitt was his age and still making babies with Angelina. But Alex couldn’t get it up. He couldn’t put a baby into his wife’s belly. He’d thought they had plenty of time to start a family. Hell, she was still in her early thirties.
    He vowed to push his doctor to give him the magic pill when he saw him this week. He had to do it for Demi, although he longed to fuck her, too. First and foremost, he wanted to pleasure her, to make her happy. He didn’t want to lose her and he was getting scared. She was a gorgeous woman, and he’d seen many men eyeing her when they thought he wasn’t looking. Fortunately, he’d not caught her looking back. That would be his death.
    He knew she felt safe with him. He knew her closely guarded secret. He understood her, things her parents didn’t understand. Still, he couldn’t expect her to be satisfied with half a sex life forever. Would he be if the roles were reversed?
    He loved her flavour especially after she’d bathed in strawberry-scented bubble bath and washed with melon-cucumber shower gel. At the same time he was glad he didn’t suffer with her synaesthesia. It would drive him crazy.
    Greedy to drink of her, eager to make her come and feel her writhe wantonly against him, he lapped at her pussy lips and dipped his fingers into her and worked them around. When she finally came, he drank his fill, holding her pussy captive even as she begged for mercy. He wasn’t going to let her get away so easily. He was still the man here and he was in charge.
    When she flopped back onto the bed and sighed, he smiled. One way or another, he’d made her come hard and long. Tremors shook their bed. Their sheets were wet and slick with her juices and the musky smell not only filled his senses but overloaded them. Her tsunami had carried him away with her and now it was his turn to feel her lips, her tongue all over him, pleasuring him.
    He gave her a couple of moments to rest and was just getting ready to ask her to lick him when she rolled over and buried her head between his legs. Her soft hands felt heavenly caressing his cock, testing the weight of his balls in her palms. When her nails lightly scraped the delicate flesh, it was his turn to wantonly moan and writhe.
    Her lips felt even more wonderful and he soared to the stratosphere. He didn’t understand how he could