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find at least part-time work so she wasn’t slaving around the apartment all day. She’d always refused. His wife was so different from the women in his office. It was kind of like she lived in a time warp and refused to be pulled into the twenty-first century no matter how much he tried.
    Walking down the hall to the bedroom, Donovan became conscious of things he had been too preoccupied to notice when he’d first come in. There was soft music playing, coming from the bedroom, but that didn’t quite disguise the soft, feminine groans also coming from the room, or the squeaking of the old bed, a gift from Mary’s grandmother as they were moving. Donovan stilled, his senses going on high alert. Those were a female’s sighs of pleasure, all right, but no sound of a male was evident.
    A slow, sly smile came to his lips. Mary masturbating? She certainly had never done anything like that when he was around. Finding his wife had a little bit of a wild side filled him with hope. Maybe with some counseling, a little communication, they could open up a whole new sex life. It didn’t dismiss what he had done, but he was willing to work on it if she would forgive him. Sure, it would be hard work, but anything was worth it if it meant having a better sex life.
    Moving as silently as possible, Donovan tiptoed the rest of the way down the hall. He didn’t want to interrupt, but he did want to see. Sure, Mary was on the slim side compared to Cha’Relle , but she was pretty. He’d longed to see those rosy nipples all puckered and hard, her porcelain skin flushed with excitement. Because Mary preferred to have sex with the lights off, it had been years since he had really seen his wife in the throes of passion. Making it to the open bedroom door, he held his breath and peeked in.
    That wasn’t Mary. At least, it wasn’t his wife on top. A woman with almond-colored skin and coal-black hair cascading down the gentle slope of an ultra-feminine back was grinding, straining against a white-and-pink blonde who was clutching the woman on top of her. Both were completely nude and so lost in their own, all-girl paradise, neither noticed as he walked, spellbound, into the room. With the bedsheets thrown to the floor in disarray, there was nothing left to the imagination. Each woman was completely nude, their pubic mounds rubbing vigorously together in a furious quest for the ultimate friction. The women moved their hips in a sensuous dance, mesmorizing in its eroticism. Despite the shock that staggered him to the core, Donovan was undeniably turned on. Not in a way where he’d want to join or even interfere in any way.
    This wasn’t what he had just experienced a few moments ago at Cha’Relle’s place. This was something pure, something honest. Female bodies gleamed in the midday light, lips entwined, hands grasping. It was truly beautiful.
    “He can’t make you feel like I do,” the mysterious woman on top of Donovan’s wife whispered, cupping Mary’s breasts as the two women r the two women ubbed vigorously against one another. “He can never love you as I do.”
    “No,” Mary’s reply was but a whimper, coming amongst heavy gasps and little squeals of delight. “No one can. Oh, God, Serena, I’m coming. Yes, yes, yes!”
    In response, the woman on top redoubled her efforts, lifting her upper body for more leverage as she rode Mary’s pussy hard and fast. Donovan could hear the wet, sticky friction as both women began to grunt, close to the ultimate pleasure.
    “Yes, Mary, baby, come for me. Come now!”
    It wasn’t just Mary who came. Both women gripped one another, holding tight as their pussies met and held, still moving but not letting even the air come between them.
    It was then he knew. It wasn’t that Mary wasn’t into sex—Mary wasn’t into him. Sick with the knowledge they had both wasted so much time pretending to be something they weren’t, Donovan turned and slowly left the room, not stopping until he was