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KALLY'S POV
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The ceiling appeared to be warping. Or maybe it was just my mind melting as I had my hundredth or thousandth orgasm. I wasn't counting. I stopped counting when I came for the sixth orgasm, which drained reason from my senses.
When I calmed down a little and my mind settled, I heard myself permitting Ilay so he could kiss Dario telling him that it was okay and it didn't matter.

What!
Of course, it mattered. Just that, his bare cock in my pussy had knocked my senses out the window.

Ilay chuckled biting my neck gently before straightening.
I was on the edge of the bed, my legs around his waist and his hands holding up my waist as he rocked back and forth between my thighs with the strength of a bull.
Dario was kneeling on the bed on my right side, his wet cock in my hand and his hand covering mine, using it to handle his second erection since he had already came after fucking me.

I looked up through fatigued eyes and caught Dario grabbing the back of Ilay's head and smoldering their lips together.
Their passionate kiss looked freakishly hot, and it left me with a strange impact down there as my walls clenched around Ilay's cock, begging for more.
Dario's cock bulged even further in my hand, a clear sign that he was thoroughly enjoying Ilay's attention.

They alternated minutes later when Ilay came so deep inside me. And just like before, Dario had to wear a condom. The only difference this time was that, while Dario rammed me, Ilay was also inside him.

His heavy breathing filled my ears and they were all I could hear. The excitement in his body could be felt through the cock inside me and his constant groans of pleasure.
I got lost in the ecstasy of the moment and thought I could also kiss Dario. I just wanted to bite his lip so he wouldn't forget me as he looked back on this day. But the second our lips met, his head was yanked away.

He grunted in pain and I saw Ilay's hand full of Dario's hair and his sour glare on me.

He looked so damn hot all sweaty, irritated, and horny. Quite a sight for sore eyes if I must say. And when he thrust inside Dario, Dario's cock penetrated me to the depths of my pussy and I felt Ilay's rage in it.
I moaned, turning my head away, but a hand gripped my chin and forced me to face the ceiling again... Dario's.

"Look at us!" He groaned roughly and then chuckled in between his moans.

I slapped away his hand frowning. Was he trying to make me jealous by ordering me to watch Ilay fuck him? Was he even aware of the kind of expression Ilay had when I tried to kiss him? Did he know that Ilay's sudden hard thrusts weren't a result of passion, but what could be interpreted as jealousy?

Wait... What if he was jealous of me kissing Dario? Not because he was protective of me, but, Dario.
'No. That's crazy. If he was that jealous, then he'd have had Dario divorced and they'd be together.'
I sighed mentally, reassuring myself that I was the current owner of that hot mess of a beast who commanded that air wherever he went.

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Bright warm light fell on my shoulder, nudging me to wake up as softly as possible. I wanted to wake up as well, but the exhaustion from the countless times we had all fucked was like an anchor placed on my body, immobilizing it.

I felt too lazy to even move my hand, so I pleaded with my eyes to open slightly.
The beautifully handsome face of Ilay graced my sight. His disheveled blonde hair, his firm jawline, his long and straight nose, all looked so perfect. I only realized then how blondish his eyelashes were with his eyes closed.
As I admired Ilay, something, or someone, groaned behind me before their hands around my abdomen drew me closer to them. And then, it moved slightly.

'Fuck! This bastard is still in me.'

While I had woken up on Ilay's arm, Dario was spooning me, and his semi-hard dick was plunged inside me like a cork and his arms around my tummy.
I wanted to push him off the bed with my ass but figured that any commotion might wake Ilay.
He was sleeping so beautifully that I decided to tolerate Dario just this once. After all, the warmth from both the men was calming. I fell back asleep almost immediately.

I came around again to the sensation of strong arms lifting me. My heavy eyelids parted to welcome Dario's face.
Up close, with no rage or jealousy on his face, he looked quite attractive and mature. His lips were thin and his brown eyes possessed a mysterious glint in them but flickered with life in the morning light.

He either didn't realize that I was awake or didn't care, but his handling was gentle and his pace was normal.
A minute later, my body was lowered in warm water and a second pair of hands received me before placing me between their thighs, my back on their chest.

The water and Ilay's embrace made me want to melt like a candle. "Get in."

A little splash came, notifying me that Dario had obeyed.
For some reason, this didn't make me feel bad. Not when I had received such mind-blowing attention from the two of them all night long.

"What's with that look? Are you jealous about my wife?"
His arms were fondling my breasts, playing with my nipples.
It took all the will in me not to flinch or moan out. 'Not now Kally. We need to listen to their conversation without alerting them.'

"You treat her...differently."
The faint clink of glass on a surface like marble resonated in my ears, all while I feigned unconsciousness.

"That's because she is different. Or haven't you noticed? But I'm sure you saw us at the dining table."

Dario scoffed. "A little daring I might say. But nothing else is special about her."

"Now, now, don't play the jealous ex. I can't tell you why I'm keeping her. All you need to know is that she has me on a leash like a dog."
Such a lie. Wasn't it the other way?
"And I've never felt so better in all my life. You should try it."

"Pfft! What a load of nonsense. Are you inviting me into your marriage without considering her?"

Ilay laughed moving his head down to my shoulder. His fingers pinched both my nipples hard but I held in the pain scorching my chest. "How long are you going to keep your act? I'll bite them if you don't stop pretending," he warned and then bit my shoulder instead.

I flinched opening my eyes, meeting Dario's anxious expression on the other side of the round bathtub.
He was drinking champagne and evaluating me with his condescending gaze.
Never in my life had I ever felt as though a pair of eyes was ripping me apart and aiming straight for my soul.

"Don't you have something to say?"

"Something to... What exactly?"

"Aren't you curious about your 'dear' husband and I?"

I smiled relaxing into Ilay. "Not really. Your wife already told me. Oh, and she also threatened me if you two dared see each other behind her back."

The corners of Dario's lips curled down slightly, openly displaying his irritation. "She said that, didn't she?" He was giving the enraged quarter smile.

"So what is your answer?"

Dario set his glass down, his gaze moving from my face and onto Ilay's.
"Give me time to wind up the divorce."

Had I heard that right?
One invitation from Ilay, and Dario was ready to throw away everything to follow him. Absurd.

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