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and sped up his ass fucking, making him release himself inside her ass.
    As soon as he pulled out, he motioned to Jessica, “On your knees and suck,” he commanded.
    Jessica watched as Sydney stood up and nodded. He kneeled instantly and sucked Paxton’s cock, and inhaled the remnants of Paxton’s release.
    Paxton pulled Sydney toward him and kissed her passionately on her mouth, plunging his tongue down her throat and then gazed in her eyes. “Let Jessica fuck your sex, but your ass is always mine,” he touched her face.
    Sydney nodded and then lay on the sofa, spreading her legs.
    “On your feet, Jessica. Hike up your skirt, put on that condom and fuck my wife,” Paxton ordered.
    Jessica rose to his feet, and pulled up his skirt. He walked over to Sydney on the sofa, when she stood up. “Lady?”
    “Sit,” she pointed to the sofa.
    Jessica sat on the sofa and waited for his instructions.
    Sydney looked at Paxton. “We need to talk,” she whispered.
    “Later,” he kissed her forehead, and then sat next to Jessica on the sofa.
    Sydney straddled Jessica’s lap, impaling herself on his cock. Jessica threw his head back as the tightness and contracting of her insides squeezed him erotically. She rose and lowered herself, contracting her muscles intentionally, so she could grab and squeeze every inch of his cock inside her. She continued thrusting her body up and down, not noticing how Paxton was jerking his own cock, watching her. She continued to fuck Jessica, running her fingers over the cloth that covered his hard nipples. She found her mind running wild with thoughts that would please Paxton, but she had to focus. Yes, bringing Jessica into her life could change something. It did. She finally had an orgasm, multiple orgasms that had nothing to do with her vibrator. She looked down at Jessica. “Come now, Jessica,” she whispered.
    She felt the warmth of Jessica’s release, inside the condom, inside her body. She clenched and tightened to give Jessica a better release. She slowly lifted her body off Jessica. “You may use the washroom to freshen up,” she whispered.
    “Thank you, Lady,” he slowly stood up, grabbed his clutch purse and headed to the washroom.
    Sydney was about to put on her robe when Paxton grabbed her arm. He pulled her on top of his lap, impaling his now hard cock inside her sex. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
    “But,” she stopped, there should never be a but when Paxton asked her to fuck him. She slowly raised herself, clenching his cock inside her, releasing and moving up. Slowly she fucked him, until he came again. She pressed her mouth, inserting her tongue, and dancing with his. “We do need to talk,” she whispered.
    “Later,” he fingered her bare nipples and squeeze them hard. “I think we need to talk to Jessica first.”
    Sydney climbed off his lap and grabbed her robe, as Jessica walked back into the room. “Jessica, do you have to leave right away?”
    “Uh,” his eyes looked at the clock and then back to Sydney.
    “If you have to go, that’s fine,” she sighed.
    “No, Lady, I can stay. Did you need me to please you more? I can do that.”
    “No, that’s fine. I thought we could talk. You know, over coffee or whiskey or something.”
    “May I change?”
    “Of course,” Paxton said. “Your bag is in my car. Feel free to change and meet us in the living room down the hall.”
    “Thank you,” Jessica grabbed his shoes and headed out of the parlor.
     
     
     

Three
     
    Sydney, dressed in her designer yoga pants and a white tee shirt, walked into the living room where Paxton and John Remington were waiting for her. Paxton was dressed in his black polo shirt and black jeans, where John was wearing Dockers and a red tee shirt. “John?” she raised her eyebrow. “You’re Jessica?”
    John stood up. “Yes, I hope this doesn’t change anything. Ma’am, I don’t want to lose my job because of this.”
    Sydney smiled and pointed to the sofa. “Sit back