Backing out of the driveway, we both gave out a sigh of relief. Our son was staying the night with some friends and, although we had the house all to ourselves, we decided to go out for a nice romantic dinner.
During the course of our meal, we chatted about the usual things married couples talk about. The completion of our basement dominated the conversation.
"I can't wait until we can go downstairs and sit in the jet tub together," she started. "And then cuddle in front of the fireplace!"
It was obvious she was liking the prospects of a finished basement and her eyes lit up like saucers as we talked about the project.
Our dinner had stretched well into a second hour and she was just finishing off her third martini. The server came by to check on us and, to my surprise, she ordered another drink. I raised my eyebrow out of curiosity as she isn't one to drink a whole bunch when we go out.
"Bet you are feeling pretty good," I commented as the server walked away, leaving another perfectly shaken martini behind.
"Uh, huh."
We talked a little more and, upon sipping down the last drop from her glass, got up and paid our bill and headed out the door.
On the way out, I playfully touched her ass.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, spinning around to teasingly evade any further contact. "Later."
Getting into the car and pulling out of the parking lot, we had both just planned to have dinner and head to our empty house for a night of blissful passion. But, it wasn't even 8 o'clock yet so I suggested we hit a lounge for a quick one on the way home.
"I don't know if I can drink much more," she started. "I'm getting kinda drunk already."
After a couple of minutes she gave in and I swung the car into the parkade at a downtown hotel which had a nice, lively lounge.
We walked in and found a spot near the back corner of the lounge. As she settled onto one of the plush chairs, I excused myself to go to the washroom and headed down the hallway, through the convention hall foyer.
My phone began to vibrate as I walked in the washroom door.
"Hurry...some guy is trying to hit on me," she wrote.
I quickly replied that I would be back as soon as I could and that I had run into a friend from out of town while in the convention area of the hotel.
As I slipped unnoticed through the doorway and into the lounge, I could see her smiling and laughing with someone. I initially thought she was just being polite and took another few steps before coming to a stop.
She hadn't seen me yet so I ducked around to a stool by the bar that afforded me a look at her but also a place where she would have to turn around to see me.
Seconds later, the guy she was talking to sat down across from her. From my vantage point, I could see his facial expressions and body language. He stood about 5'11", looked to be in his mid-30s, had short dark hair and was well-dressed. He was smiling the whole time, completely unaware he was hitting on a married woman.
I sent a text back to her saying I was in the hotel foyer talking to a friend I had bumped into on my way back to the lounge.
"Hurry please, he just bought me a drink," she responded.
"If he's buying, let him buy," I joked.
"No way, he'll expect me to go home with him or something."
"No worries," I wrote back. "Let him buy one or two then just tell him you have to go and come out to the lobby and I will meet you."
She set her phone back down on the table in front of them and took a sip of her drink. They chatted for awhile and it seemed as though she was getting a little more comfortable with the scenario. I had suggested at one time that it would be hot to watch other men try and pick her up. She didn't really understand the point but I kept reassuring her it would be fun for both of us –– I'd get to see other guys hitting on her and she would be able to re-live her younger, single days by having guys giving her attention.
It didn't make sense to her because she thought it was just plain mean to dangle candy in front of a guy who had zero chance of getting anywhere with her.
As the bartender put another drink in front of me, I glimpsed over in their direction. A second guy had come along and was now sitting beside her on the loveseat she had previously occupied by herself. This new man was about the same age as the first, but had a slightly darker complexion and appeared to be fairly athletic, judging by his broad shoulders and thick forearms.
By now I was thinking she must be getting pretty drunk.
"How ya doin?" I wrote in a text, my fingers started to tremble as I hit the send button.
"Good I guess. These guys are from Vancouver."
"I see. Keep me posted."
I never received a response. She set her phone down on the table again. The first guy got up and headed to the bathroom at the back of the lounge. I carefully followed him so as not to be seen.
Inside, he closed the door to a stall and heard him talking to someone on the phone.
"Well, she's really nice," he started. "I'd love to have my way with her but if you want, you go for it. I have a meeting at 7:30 so I might just head upstairs to bed."
Was he talking to his friend in the bar? Was he referring to my wife?
"OK, that's fine. You go ahead and have her then. I'll talk to you in the morning," said the guy in the stall before clicking his phone shut.
I immediately went straight back to the lounge, knowing full well what the second guy's plans were for my wife...although he likely didn't know she was married.
"Still OK?" I asked in a text as I took my drink and ducked into a darkened area in the back of the lounge where I found a spot that allowed me to see the two of them on the loveseat without them being able to see me.
"Ya. Where are you?" she asked.
"In the lobby talking to someone who is here from out of town," I replied, making it up as I went.
"K, I'm getting pretty hammered so I don't know how much longer I want to stay."
As she was typing her message to me, I noticed the guy sitting beside her was giving her a good look up and down, occasionally stopping to check out her chest area. She was wearing a blouse that I loved. It was also a favourite of hers as it allowed her to flaunt her goods a little bit without being slutty.
It was evident the guy beside her was doing a little shopping while she wasn't paying attention.
His arm was now perched atop the loveseat behind her and the two of them were laughing about something.
"Should I just get a room and we'll stay the night?" I said in a text to her.
"Whatever you want," she quickly said back as her new friend's hand was now lightly touching her shoulder.
"K, maybe I'll go get a key then."
He got up and headed toward the bathroom. Now alone, she picked up her phone and typed me a message.
"You get a room baby?"
"Just going there now," I replied. "I'll come get you when I do."
"K, hurry. I'm getting horny."
This gave me an idea.
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I dialed the hotel front desk and booked a room with the clerk. All I needed to do was figure out how to get out of the lounge without her seeing me.
"I dare you to meet me in our room with nothing on under your skirt," I wrote as the guy resumed his seat beside her.
"Can't do that," she replied.
"Why not?"
She never replied but stood up and grabbed her purse.
"Oh shit," I thought to myself. "She's leaving and expecting to find me in the lobby."
Instead, she made her way to the bathroom. I ducked to the side to avoid her seeing me.
A few seconds later she emerged, walked over to her table, grabbed another recently delivered drink and took her seat. She pulled her phone out of her purse, typed a message and set it on the table.
"K, they're off," she said in her text to me.
"I don't believe you."
"They are. In my purse."
"Prove it," I demanded.
"How? Come see for yourself then!"
"You must be horny as hell," I asked.
"Yup."
It was a weird feeling having a text conversation with her as I watched a total stranger making moves on her without me knowing. She was definitely turned on, though. I could tell by her body language that her pussy was throbbing by the way she squirmed on the loveseat. His arm was again around her, his hand now resting comfortably under her arm only inches from her breast. She would swing her head around and take the odd peek over her shoulder to see if I was around. Not seeing me, she seemed to get a little more comfortable with him, her own hand on his knee.
I was getting turned on watching her flirt with this guy. It was beginning to feel like someone had turned the lounge's thermostat up.
They continued to talk and break out into quiet laughter every once in awhile. As the minutes ticked by, it was plain to see both of them were enjoying themselves. Leaning towards her it looked like he was whispering something into her ear. Her eyes closed and her hand squeezed his knee a little.
His head tilted a little to the side and I could now see he was nibbling on her earlobe. He nuzzled a little more, planting soft kisses on the side of her neck. I didn't make a move. I was completely focused on watching them.
Her hand slid to the inside of his knee. Unassumingly, he wrapped his arm around her a little tighter and began to grab her breast. Again, she took a quick look over her shoulder and, not seeing me anywhere in the now almost empty lounge, picked up her phone.
"Come get me baby," she wrote.
"What's happening?"
"I'll tell you later. I have to get out of here."
"It's alright," I reassured her. "Just wait and I'll be there. Have some fun."
"What do you mean?" she asked, as her new friend ran his fingers through her hair while sipping his drink.
"Are you having any fun?"
"Sort of. But I'm ready to go."
"Are you wet?" I asked.
"Yep."
"Why are you so wet?"
"I'll tell you later," she repeated.
"If there's a guy making you wet, tease him some more."
"I don't know if I can do that."
"You can do whatever you want. I trust you and love you," I said reassuringly. "I'll only be another few minutes."
She set her phone down, took a stiff pull from her drink and sat back. His arm was once again around her. He said something and both began to laugh. He must have sensed it was now or never and, while she was still giggling, he leaned into her and his lips met hers.
By now, the lounge was completely empty except for them. The bartender was stocking the cooler and had his back to them. It was only about 10 o'clock and it seemed odd the lounge would be so quiet for a Friday night.
As he was kissing her, he cupped one hand completely over her breast while the other was now halfway up her inner thigh and just under the bottom of her skirt. Her hand was firmly planted on his upper thigh.
She broke the kiss for a moment and, while taking a sip of her drink, took a quick look over her shoulder again. Seeing the lounge was completely empty and that I was nowhere to be seen, she set her drink down and picked up where they had left off.
Watching her having fun with this other guy was making me rock hard. As the recipient of her attention, he was also appearing to get excited as his dress pants now had a distinctive bulge to them.
They began kissing deeply, their tongues now meeting. His hand was slowly disappearing under her skirt when she suddenly stopped him from going any further.
"Fuck, let him go for it," I said to myself, knowing just how wet she was and how sweet she tasted.
He whispered something to her and, a second later, she released her hand and put it back on his upper thigh, just a few inches from his package. He kissed her neck and suddenly she let out a soft gasp and her eyes closed tightly.
He had hit her clit with his fingers and she almost exploded right there. Her knees parted a little more to give him better access as he glanced over her shoulder to ensure nobody was watching. Her eyes were still partially closed when she started squeezing the bulge in his pants.
"OK, I'm done," I said in a text, praying like hell she would pick up her phone.
She heard the chime and began replying as the guy just sat back in stunned silence, as though he couldn't believe what he had just laid his hands on.
"K, what room are we in?"
"I'm just going over to check-in, I'll let you know."
"OK, just let me know what room we are in and I'll come up."
"Alright. How hot are you?" I asked, knowing full well she was primed and ready to sit on a thick, stiff dick.
"Very."
She took another quick look over her shoulder. She didn't seem at all concerned that another couple had come in and sat down at the front of the room. The high back loveseat was concealing everything from the shoulders down as my wife leaned into her new friend's waiting arms.
His hand again dove under her skirt and went right to work. Her breathing became heavier and heavier and her hand worked on his package harder and harder.
A few minutes later, they slowed down and, eventually, she stood up, straightened her skirt out a little, grabbed her purse and headed to the bathroom. He also got up from the loveseat and went to the bar for another drink.
Seeing this, I quietly passed behind him and headed for the door to the lobby. Through a mirror at the end of the bar, I saw him give me a quick glance my way before taking his drink off the counter and returning to his seat.
I quickly checked in, grabbed a key card and left instructions to the clerk that my wife would also be coming by to get one.
"Room 522," I texted her.
"K."
"Are you alone?" I asked, knowing she was definitely not.
"I'll tell you about it later."
"Whoever you're with, bring them up for some drinks," I said.
There was no reply and, as I stepped out of the elevator, I began to wonder what they were doing to each other now that I couldn't see them.
I turned on the TV and a light on the nightstand. I kicked off my shoes, sat up on the bed and began scrolling through the channels. Five minutes turned into 10 minutes then 15. I was starting to get worried.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Yep. On my way up."
A couple of minutes later, she opened the door.
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I could hear her giggling as the door clicked shut. Initially, I thought to myself she had ditched the guy in the lounge but, looking towards the doorway, I saw her leaned against the wall trying to get her shoes off and another set of hands trying to hold her steady.
She walked into the room with him following, his hands close behind her as if ready to catch her if she stumbled and began falling.
He looked my direction.
"Oh shit," he exclaimed.
He froze in his tracks and took a step backwards.
"I...I'm...uh..." he stammered.
She giggled, plunking herself down on the wraparound chair near the window. Blurting out his name and where he was from, she fumbled around inside her purse and pulled out her lip balm.
"I invited him up for a night cap," she continued. "He bought a bunch of drinks in the bar so I thought I'd return the favour. That's OK, right?"
"Sure, no problem," I answered, standing up to shake his hand. "Come on in."
He shyly sat down on the chair at the opposite end of the window. I opened the bar fridge and pulled out on of the small bottles of vodka and a can of pop for mix.
"You must have had some serious fun," I said, concentrating on mixing the drinks and not looking their way.
"Um, ya," she laughed. "I'm so fucking loaded right now."
I handed him a drink and teasingly hesitated giving her the other.
"Oh come on," she pleaded. "One more won't hurt me, now give it here."
I finally gave in and set it on the table next to her. Our eyes met and I could clearly tell she was horny.
We made some small talk for a few minutes before I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
Locking the door behind me, my mind began to race as I leaned on the vanity. Was she just being kind and was it really just a night cap? Was she planning to jump him? Was she planning to jump both of us? Was she really going to fulfill a second fantasy in the same night?
I opened the bathroom door and stepped around the corner.
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Her back was facing me as I watched her bring her other leg up onto the chair. She was now straddling his lap, her skirt draped over his knees. His hands were motionless and firmly on her sides just above her hips.
I kind of just stood where I was and leaned against the wall. I didn't want to interfere or become a distraction. I could see him lean to one side and look in my direction, seemingly a little confused about what was happening, so I flipped the switch to the bedside lamp and the room went dark, save for a little bit of light from the city lights that dimly streamed into the room through the sheer window curtains.
She sat straight up on his lap and, with one sweeping motion, pulled her blouse up and over her head, exposing her soft warm 36dd tits. His hands were now gliding up and down her sides as she grinded her sopping wet box against him. He reached up and unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the floor. Immediately, she cupped one of them in her hand and leaned forward, forcing it into his waiting mouth. He pulled and twisted on her hard nipple with one hand while his lips and tongue pleased the other. She began rocking her hips back and forth against his hard package, her clit was pulsing with every movement.
I, too, was getting very excited at what was happening. I began to feel the tightness in my pants that could only be created by a swollen dick.
Both were groaning softly as he licked and sucked on her tits for the next few minutes. His hands were now on her ass, squeezing and rubbing as she pressed herself against him.
She pulled herself up into a standing position and lifted one leg onto the table while the other stayed on the opposite side of him on the chair. She started sliding her skirt down over her ass when he decided to help her out. Tossing her skirt onto the floor beside them, my wife's juicy wet pussy was now only inches away from his mouth. She didn't have time to do anything else as he buried his face against her box and began licking her swollen lips from top to bottom. She moaned everytime his tongue touched her clit and instinctively lowered herself onto his face, pressing her dripping pussy harder and harder against his mouth.
She was on the verge of having a powerful orgasm so she stepped back and stood on the floor in front of him. I began walking towards them when she turned my direction and asked me to sit down in the other chair.
"Want me to suck his cock?" she asked as he sat motionless in the chair.
"Sure, whatever you want," I replied. My cock stiffened even more as I sat down.
She kneeled down in front of him and while looking him in the eyes began running her hands up and down his thighs.
"How about you?" she asked him.
He just nodded as she rubbed his bulge with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other.
The table blocked my view somewhat but I could still tell what she was doing. I thought I was going to blow my load right there and then knowing she was going to be sucking another man's dick in front of me in just a few seconds.
I pulled my chair forward a couple of feet so I could see both of them in their entirety. I could see her sopping wet pussy and wanted so badly to slam my cock into her from behind as she knelt in front of him sucking his dick. But, this was her night and I was going to wait for her tell me what to do.
She pulled his pants down onto the floor and gasped.
"Oh yeah baby," she whispered at him as she wrapped her hands around his cock and began to slowly stroke it from top to bottom. "It's so big, oh yeah."
Compared to me, he was indeed big. Much longer and quite a bit thicker, as a matter of fact.
His pole was hard as a steel rod and had a slight curve to it. But, instead of blowing him right then and there, she stood up and grabbed him by the hands to help him out of the chair. She led him towards the bed and pulled the blankets all the way back, leaving only a white sheet behind.
She went around behind him and rubbed his chest with one hand while her other went back to work stroking his full 8 inches, pausing occasionally to caress his huge balls.
Angie purred as she whispered all the things she was going to do to him with her mouth. She moved him onto the bed and commanded him to lay on his back. My wife then glanced over her shoulder and asked me if she should suck his dick.
I nodded.
Starting at his ankles, she started kissing her way up his body. Once within distance, she reached up and began running her fingertips over his throbbing pole and slowly began to pump it in slow rhythmic motions. Soon her mouth was near and her tongue poked out and touched the tip.
His head turned to the side and let out a slow groan as her warm lips closed around the head. My cock was pounding with excitement at the sight of my wife blowing another man in front of me.
She traced her tongue around the head and up and down his long, thick shaft. His moans grew louder as she tongued his balls while her fingers danced on the head of his cock.
"Fuck it's so big," she whispered as she leaned over him, her ass swaying high in the air. He began raising his hips as her mouth closed over the head again.
Slowly, she took him inch by inch until he was about halfway into her mouth. She held her hand on his shaft so as not to take anymore and start gagging. Her head began to bob up and down furiously while he rammed her mouth with his dick. Angie began moaning while she sucked, sending vibrations up and down his shaft, causing him to start thrashing around on the bed. His hands were on her head, firmly pressing her onto his cock. She reached down and began tugging on her clit and slipped a finger inside her tight pussy. She brought her finger up and slipped it between his lips to give him another taste.
Not wanting him to cum, she released her mouth from his cock and sat up on the bed, her hand still grasping his rigid shaft.
"Oh God baby," she panted looking in my direction, "I'm so fucking wet I just want to fuck him so bad."
By this time, I had removed my pants and my hardness was evident as it tented the front of my boxers.
I didn't say anything.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded and tossed a condom to her. It landed on the bed beside her and she passed it to him.
Angie climbed off the bed and knelt down between my legs. She pulled the band of my boxers back and my dick sprung out.
She went straight to work on it, sucking and licking it while she fingered her dripping wet box. She was so focused on sucking my dick that she didn't notice him begin to kneel behind her.
Holding his huge cock with one hand, he slowly eased in the tip, her lips stretching a little to accommodate him. Her lips clenched down on my head and she moaned as he began entering her. Angie looked up at me with a devilish look.
"You okay still?" she whispered, her fingers rubbing back and forth over the head of my cock.
"Uh huh," I answered before she winced a little. He was now pushing himself into her slowly, and inch or so at a time. She let out a little shriek –– part pain, part pleasure –– as she thrust the last three inches into her all at once.
Buried to the hilt inside my wife's tight little pussy, she started moaning and panting. He began by easing his full length almost all the way out before slowly filling her again.
"How's that baby?" I asked as she gripped my hips in an effort to hang on.
"Oh God it's so good," she replied.
"Biggest cock you've ever had?"
She nodded and grimaced as his thick cock stretched her to the limit. Angie had been with a few guys before but none were built quite like this particular one.
"Tell him what's happening," I demanded, my hands now on top of hers.
"Fuck me hard," she commanded as he started picking up the pace of his thrusts. She pushed her ass back to meet his forward thrusts.
"Yeah, right there, that's it. Push hard!"
She began to vibrate and clench down on his full 8 inches.
"Ride him baby," I whispered. "Do you want to ride that big thick dick?"
She never answered but instead pushed herself up and slipped his dick out of her pussy. But, instead of laying on the bed, she climbed up onto the chair and lowered her dripping wet cunt within a few inches of my face. I spread her swollen outer lips apart with my fingers and saw her entrance pulsing with every breath she took. His cock had stretched the opening to the point where a jiffy marker could be inserted and not touch any part of her. I gave her clit a couple of flicks with my tongue and gently persuaded her off the chair.
By this time, he was laying on the bed, his cock still rock hard. As she made her way over to the bed, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out our small camcorder. She had mounted his face and was grinding against his mouth in an effort to cum. I flipped the light on beside the bed and began recording them.
Focused on her facial area, which was flush red from all the heat, I began asking her questions.
"What are you doing right now?"
"Sitting on him," she replied.
"On his dick?"
"Uh uh, oh God his tongue feels so good."
I lowered the camera down her body and she leaned back slightly to give me a view of her sopping wet pussy being eaten.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, raising the camera back up to her face.
"Oh God, I'm going to ride his big cock as hard as I can."
She didn't wait another second. Turning around to face him, she lowered her hips down to meet his. I knelt down beside the bed to get a good view with the camera as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against his pole. Suddenly, the tip of his dick found her entrance and she slowly took him in.
Once about halfway in, she began bouncing up and down on him, her tits slapping against his mouth.
"Oh yeah, suck my tits," she begged between moans of pleasure.
Wrapped in a condom, his cock was slick with her juices and as it glided in and out of her box. She took as much as she could but there was still a good couple of inches left.
I walked around to the other side of the bed and pointed the camera towards her face.
"Want a bigger cock?" I asked.
"Uh uh, it's huge."
"Feels good doesn't it?"
"Fuck yeah, I could just fuck like this all night."
I went back around to the other side of the bed and lowered myself back into position with the camera. His thick cock was pistoning in and out of her pussy like there was no tomorrow. She slowed him down and began grinding again. Her hips tilted slightly and the tip of his cock began touching the entrance to her ass. Angie began pressing harder and harder against it, letting his big head stretch it open. Her breathing became louder and louder as she beared down and took the first inch inside her.
"Like it in the ass baby?" I asked as she arched her back and pushed herself down a little more before raising herself up again.
"Uh huh, oh God, yes," she muttered as he pushed her ass down onto his dick, forcing another inch or two inside her. Soon, she was humping up and down on three or four inches of his shaft. He reached down and fingered her clit.
She started to moan loudly.
"Oh God, I'm cumming...oh God, yes!"
He pulled her up and off his dick and rolled her over onto her stomach all in one forceful movement. Slightly puzzled as to what was happening, he pulled her hips up and slid his thick, hard meat fully inside her pussy from behind.
Hitting her spot, she began to pant and cry out for him to fuck her hard. His balls hit her clit with every hard thrust.
"Suck his dick," he demanded as he pulled out and slapped her ass with his cock.
Angie reached out and took most of my cock into her mouth. She slurped and moaned as he buried himself back to the hilt inside her, stretching her pussy as far as it would go.
I began to feel my balls tingle and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. The excitement of having my wife pounded not just by a different man but by an extremely well-endowed man, had put me on the brink almost from the start.
"I'm getting close baby," I whispered to her as she sucked and tugged on my hard shaft. Hitting the point of no return, I tried pulling away but her hand grabbed me by the ass and pulled me firmly toward her. My cock spasmed once and she let go, pulling away slightly.
Stream after stream of hot cum shot out hitting her face and neck. She pumped my shaft as hard as she could, milking every drop. Once there was no more cum to be had, she wrapped her lips around the head and gave it four or five long, hard licks.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum," she cried out as he kept slamming her from behind. "Oh yeah, fuck me hard, fuck me harder!"
Angie began to tremble and shudder uncontrollably. Her whole body vibrated as she had one of the biggest orgasms ever.
Her head was still spinning when he pulled his long, thick rod out.
"Oh fuck," he groaned as his eyes closed a bit. He rolled Angie onto her back while struggling to slip the condom off his throbbing cock. He braced himself over her and guided himself into her mouth. Still covered in my cum, she slurped and moaned while pumping his rigid shaft.
He threw his head back and pulled away slightly. Her hand was still stroking as fast as she could as he exploded. A massive streak of thick white cum landed on her forehead, trailing down to her neck. Surprisingly, pointed his dick toward her and opened her mouth. Jet after jet of warm cum landed in her mouth and on her chin. Her hand grasped his shaft and continued pumping.
She moaned loudly, begging for more before sliding half of his pole into her mouth and pumping it. He reached down and began coating his cock in cum from her cheeks and chin before pushing back into her mouth.
Soon, he collapsed onto the bed beside her. They laid there motionless for a few minutes before she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Neither he or I spoke a word as we both began to get dressed.
Angie emerged from the bathroom a couple minutes later and seemed disappointed her friend was now dressed and had his shoes on.
"I really have to go," he stated, glancing at the doorway.
"Okay," she smiled before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
The door clicked shut behind him and we were alone together.
"Tired?" I asked.
"Uh huh," she replied, gathering up her clothes and putting them on the chair her friend had been sitting in earlier.
"That was unbelievably hot," I started. "I mean, watching him doing that to you and you having your way with him like that. I'm still hard just thinking about it."
Angie smiled.
"Come to bed and let's see if we can fix that," she giggled as she climbed onto the bed.
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