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“I’m going to cum,” I moaned.

“Mmmm, come all over her fucking pussy.” Eva ordered.

Just hearing that command was the end of me. I shot my load all over the teen’s inviting cunt. My wife began to devour her, lapping up both her pussy juices and my cum like a starving dog that just found a prime steak. Finally Eva clapped down on Ashley’s twat and began to circle her clit.

Ashley began to scream in pure pleasure.

Still rock hard, I returned to my wife’s pussy and shoved my cock back inside, deep, deep, deep! Ashley was screaming moans of joy.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” She shouted as she came on my wife’s face.

Her body collapsed into the couch, as she tried to recuperate from the orgasm of a lifetime Eva had just given her. I knew we needed to get Eva off, so I began to thrust harder and harder and harder. My balls rhythmically slapping at her soaked pussy. Finally, Ashley began to help — using both her tongue and her index finger to play with my wife’s clit as I fucked her pussy like a madman. It wasn’t long before Eva began to tremble and quake — I felt the surge of orgasmic energy start in her core and shake through her entire body. Her pussy locked on to my dick as she trembled in her deep orgasm.

“Come on me,” Ashley moaned.

I continued to pump my wife’s pussy faster and faster and faster. Finally I pulled out and shot another warm, thick, milky load all over Ashley’s tongue. One last spasm shot across her face and up to her forehead. She looked amazing covered in my cum.

I grabbed my camera and said, “a few more, don’t clean off.”

Ashley kept her face near my wife, very close to Eva’s pussy. The teen’s tongue and face was covered in my cum. I snapped multiple close-up head shots capturing the magic moment for all time.

“Ok,” I said, putting the camera down. Ashley swallowed my sperm as I grabbed my t-shirt to help clean my cum from her forehead and hairline. I carefully and tenderly dabbed myself off the teen and laid back down on the ground. Eva continued to lay on top of Ashley who had the most pleasant look of contentment on her face.

“I’m glad you came to yoga class today,” Eva finally said after several long moments of silence.

“Me too,” moaned Ashley.

It was hard to believe just two weeks ago we met Ashley at Spirit Yoga. We had hooked up with her several times since that first encounter, always just spur-of-the-moment sex romps if we all happened to go to the same class.

I knew that Spirit Yoga’s hot owner Meg was intuitive enough to sense there was something going on between us and the teen. Eva and I decidedly long ago to not ever really say anything specific — realizing it was better to let curiosity run wild and let potential partners picture whatever the fantasy allowed them to think.

And Meg indeed, was a potential partner. Her long, blonde hair framed her doll-like face which sat on top of her slender, “Instagram-worthy” body. Meg chose to wear extremely tight fitting yoga pants and barely-there sports bras. I knew my wife wanted her more than just about anyone we knew.

Several more weeks passed when we climbed the stairs to the yoga studio to find Meg sporting a very large diamond engagement ring.

“Cameron proposed!” Meg said, “last night over dinner — it was so romantic.”

I could tell Eva was frustrated, sensing the challenges of bedding Meg mounting.

I, for one, was more concerned with what a pompous pile of shit Cameron truly had turned out to be. Eva was right — as per usual — he indeed was a fucking prick. It was little things I had began to notice the more time Cam spent at the studio. Rarely smiling at his fiancé, never holding the door, glued to his phone.

There were darker signs too — I was beginning to think he may even be a narcissist.

At the very least, I didn’t like Cam — and at the very most, I wouldn’t feel at all bad if my wife and I ended up fucking the living shit out of his fiancé.

One bored day I randomly began to Google him. Searches for “Cameron Waterman” revealed he was in finance and came from a family that was beyond loaded. His dad was a very successful stock broker with his own hedge fund. In short, Cam was a true trust fund baby. That’s probably why I hated him so much — just entitled as all fuck.

Several more months passed and we continued to get closer and closer to Meg. Just never close enough, sadly!

Then, just a week before the wedding my cell phone rang. It was Cameron.

Fuck me, I don’t want to talk to this prick! I thought. But curiosity got the better of me and I took his call.

“Rad, it’s Cam — how are you bro?”

Bro? What a fucking prick!

“I’m well, how are you Cam?” I said, truly not giving a flying fuck how he was.

Ignoring my question totally he said, “listen, bro, I’m in a pinch — my great aunt is coming in from London for the weeding next Saturday, and she needs a place to stay. She’s a real jazz nut and she’s excited to meet you and Eva. That got me to thinking, maybe she could crash at your pad for a few days?”

Crash at your pad? Who the fuck does he think he is, James Dean? I thought angrily.

“Listen, it’d mean the world to me. Maybe we could hang out some time — just us boys, go to strip club or something. My treat.” He offered.

Yuck. He was so sleazy.

“Ah, sure, if it’d help you and Meg out, I suppose that would be fine.” I said, wearily.

“Great, bro!”

And with that the phone went dead.

Eva was pissed. I hadn’t asked her and didn’t even know why I said “yes” to Cam’s great aunt staying with us.

“They didn’t even invite us to their wedding — it’s so fucking rude that they asked us to house his stupid ass aunt!” Eva said, angrily.

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have asked you,” I replied.

“He’s just trying to impress his aunt — if she loves jazz — he’s trying to prove to her he’s cool for knowing us,” Eva wearily added, “he’s just using us.”

The walk to Spirit Yoga was mostly done in silence.

It’s rare for Eva and I to have a fight. Very rare. I fucked up this time. I didn’t know how to make the situation better, but as I thought about it I decided to somehow figure out how to politely decline this unexpected houseguest.

When we finally arrived and climbed the stairs to the yoga studio, Meg was waiting at the check-in desk. Usually fairly formal, she was significantly more friendly this evening.

“Rad, Eva,” she said in a whispered tone so as to not distract the yogis who were sprawled across the studio floor, “Cam told me what you said on the phone — that was so nice of you to offer Auntie a place to stay.”

Offer, huh? I thought.

“Ah, well, about that…” I began to say as Eva interrupted me.

“Honestly, it’s not a big deal — we’re glad to help,” said Eva.

I kicked my wife’s shoe with my foot. She kicked me back. Sometimes we act like forth graders.

“Well, it’s just been so stressful,” continued Meg, “you know how it can be.”

“I do,” said Eva, “and I can’t imagine all that you’re going through right now.”

“Actually right after class I’m supposed to go to the Grand Hotel and meet Cam to look at the room’s we’ve booked,” Meg explained, “he wants everything to be just right for his family.”

I’m sure he does want everything to be just right for his rich ass family. I thought. Wouldn’t want to upset the trust fund and the allowance!

Although more warm to us than usual, Meg looked stressed.

“Is there anything else we can do?” I asked.