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My name is Trini, I’m a hot bitch, and the love of my life is a whore.
It’s a tale as old as time: boy meets girl, girl marries boy. Girl makes partner, boy gets passed over. Boy resents girl, girl ignores boy. Boy fucks boy, girl watches boys. Girl fucks girls fuck boys fuck boys. Girl watches boy fuck boys after a long day of billable hours overseas.
You know, a storybook romance.
The nightlife of London glimmered in my hotel window as I set up my fun for the evening. Champagne bubbled in my flute on the nightstand next to my vibrator charged. My burgundy silk chemise slid over my nipples, already hard with anticipation. Some women blow off steam on work trips with romance novels; I do it with my husband’s homemade gay porn.
Rob’s latest video waited on my tablet, and this one was a special treat. My darling husband was reuniting with the man who had started it all: Kazmierz Ballaski. My face flushed as I remembered the first scorching photos Rob had sent me of Kaz’s cock in his mouth. It had been a wild ride, especially once I got to taste that massive shaft myself . Kaz even joined our marriage for a while when we all caught feelings from it. Then the goofball left to marry a straight school teacher who hated sex and her own body. Goddamned bisexuals.
Kaz had put up with eight years of saintly monogamous life. Now he was back on the market and fucking his way through the men of Chicago once again. It was basically inevitable he would get back with Rob. And it was all mine to watch.
Heat blossomed on my skin as I prepared to witness his reclamation by my slutty bi husband. My men were already shirtless at the start of the video; Rob knew what the sight of his hands on another man's nipples did to me. Kaz’s chest was covered with soft, frosted hair, his broad shoulders in that slight hunch our tall silver fox always showed. Rob’s sandy hair was already damp, his eager hands frozen on Kaz.
It was show time.
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