“I tried,” Frankie shrugged.
He noticed the tone in her voice, one eyebrow arching. “Trouble keeping things from heating up, hm?”
She bit her lip, a guilty flush on her cheeks. “It’s been an easy day—for me. I have the energy to—”
“Who says I don’t have the energy?” Jack jammed several forkfuls into his mouth in quick succession. “My wife makes the best fuckery fuel in the world!”
“Jack!” she gasped as he wiped his mouth and then stood up, pulling her after him. “I didn’t get to eat.”
“I know you—you snack. Besides, I have something else for you to put in your mouth, and I know you have my dessert, too.”
Frankie found herself lying on her side. Her slightly thicker, fuller frame lying in reverse of the lanky blonde with his lean body and ravenous mouth. With a breathless laugh, she switched from lying on her side and ended up over top of him, Jack’s long, slender cock now pillowed in her hungry mouth.
With a groan of pure lust, he slapped his hands down onto her thighs and pulled her pussy over his face. “Why do you always smell so good?” he sighed, before burying his mouth in her pouting pink folds, nibbling, lapping, and sucking.
She didn’t answer. Didn’t have to, just arched her neck as his tongue sped up her journey to orgasm. Her head bowed, gulping down on his cock while one of her fists closed around the base.
“So wet for me. Juicier than a mango. Or a ripe peach.” Jack’s kneading hands left her thighs and concentrated on her bottom, spreading her cheeks and spreading her juices up over her tight anus, pressing in with his thumb.
For a moment, she forgot how to move her head, how to breathe or talk, just frozen in hungry sensation while her husband devoured her.
Not every woman is so lucky to have a husband this attentive, said a little voice that made its way through the haze, fighting to the front of her brain, over the sensation of her hips grinding against Jack’s face. “I want you. Need you in me,” Frankie demanded, fist curling more tightly around his cock as her head dipped to the side to nip at his thighs, then pressed kisses on the taut, dark pink sack beneath his cock.
Another swirl of bodies, another plundering kiss, this time with her pussy landing firmly on Jack’s cock as she straddled his waist, her supple spine bending so her lips fused with his, tasting her own excitement on his tongue.
“Ahhh, fuck, Frankie, yes. You spoil me, sweetheart,” Jack groaned and stretched under her, his hands massaging her breasts as she led their movements. Her hips beat the time she wanted, rising and falling faster and faster until she was just a blur chasing her orgasm, her fingers frantic on her slippery clit while Jack’s thumbs tweaked her nipples like a master harpist.
She felt him let go as she tipped over the pleasurable peak, her head thrown back as her walls spasmed around him. His cum coated the insides of her wet, grasping tunnel as her thighs shivered and burned from staying on top and riding so fast. “Love you,” she whispered, easing off.
“Love you,” Jack panted, and grabbed for her wrist, pulling her back to rest against him.
“You know, I never forget how lucky I am to have you,” Frankie murmured as they lazily moved against each other, spooning with Jack’s taller body behind hers.
“I’m the lucky one,” Jack sighed, nuzzling her neck. “You put up with me.”
“Nothing to put up with. Just things to be happy about,” Frankie argued.
“I mean, you put up with me. All of me.”
Even looking away, her eyes closed and her limbs sleepy, she could tell when he changed. The long, lean body turned thicker, broader, and the chin that had been resting atop her head now pressed against her cheek. The voice changed, falling into a gravelly baritone.
“Eddie,” she hummed, turning her head for a kiss.
Her husband kissed her, now in his alternate form, but it wasn’t a lazy kiss. It was a demanding one. Her stomach prickledin excitement. Jack seemed to revel in her taking control, being on top, but Eddie delighted in taking charge, giving her “bad girl” past an outlet.
“I gotta get up early. Need some sleep... But not after that little appetizer,” Eddie teased, hands sliding firmly over her ass and then nestling between her thighs. “Such a wet mess you left for me,” he rasped, biting down gently on her shoulder.
The prickle in her stomach spread, nipples that were still deliciously tender now starting to ache, and soft, relaxed muscles starting to pulse again.
“You like it when I’m extra wet and slippery,” Frankie purred.
“I do. Makes it really easy to do this.” Eddie rubbed the creamy cum slipping out of her pussy back into it as his fingers invaded, one, then two, then three, his thumb rolling her clit. “My naughty little mitten,” he chuckled, starting to pump his fingers in and out of her more insistently. “I could wear you like a glove, baby. I know you could take me with a little lube and a lot of time.”
Frankie nodded, breath coming in short pants. Eddie’s third form could easily pick her up in one hand and use her like a sexy toy, his cock the size of the narrowest part of her wrist. “I don’t feel any claws,” she hinted, waiting for the familiar sensation of the little dark tips that accompanied what she lovingly referred to as “Hulked Out Husband.”
“I don’t think I’m worked up enough for him to come out and play. But that’s okay. I can make you scream just the same, baby.” Eddie dragged his fingers from her squeezing pussy, trailing backwards between her cheeks. He rubbed their combined essences around her anus, laughing softly when he felt her pushing back into his touch, eager for penetration. “I gotta hand it to Jack. He always leaves me the best parts.”
“What? You like my ass better than my pussy? I think I’m offended.”
