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    a boss, a milf, and a Flashdance moment

    “No. I just need to fuck my wife.”

    Bette groaned with pleasure as her second orgasm was building quickly. Tina tried to find friction against her own hand as she thrusted her fingers in and out of Bette. She had been on the edge all day and knew she could easily come. Tina could see Bette’s release approaching in the ebon eyes. She bit Bette’s shoulder as the two bodies slammed against the wall, each stronger thrust sending the women closer and closer to the edge.

    “Come for me baby.” Tina rasped.

    Bette’s mouth twisted at the corner as she bit her tongue. It was something that she started doing when Angie was young to muffle her moans but then finding that it sometimes intensified her orgasm. Bette threw her head back and Tina’s breasts heaved against Bette, both women breathing rapidly and in sync.

    Tina wrapped her arms around Bette’s waist, resting her head under Bette’s chin.

    Bette sunk into her embrace and when her breathing returned to normal quipped, “so keep these shoes.”

    She could feel Tina smile against her skin before placing a kiss to Bette’s neck.

    “Now, how was your day?”

    Tina leaned up and kissed her again. “I’m hungry baby.”

    “Still?”

    “Let’s go to dinner.”

    “Everything ok?”

    “Yes. I had just been craving you all day.”

    ***

    Bette noticed her wife didn’t mention work once throughout dinner. She kept redirecting the conversation to Bette’s meeting with the gallery or to Angie. It wasn’t until they were home in bed that Bette decided to ask, “Did something happen today?”

    Bette rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one elbow, and placing her other hand on Tina’s thigh. Tina was sitting against the headboard putting lotion on her hands.

    “What do you mean?”

    Bette just lifted her eyes, her eyebrows asking the question for her with a smirk on her lips as she silently reminded Tina of how she ravenously fucked her against the wall earlier.

    Tina shifted down under the covers and turned to face Bette. She ran her fingers through the brown curls falling between them.

    “Do you want to be in the show?”

    “What?”

    “Apparently they can’t cast anyone for a dream sequence because they are comparing everyone to you.” Tina moved closer to Bette.

    Comments

    1. “She’s a fucking milf, Tina,” Ben abruptly blurted.
      I YELLED omg I’m commenting this right away because i can’t get over this.

    2. Thankyou for this story… it is a a hot sex scene, however, I am more interested in if Bette accepts the role and what it turns out to be.. Oh, and since I am older than dirt, I had to Google what MILF meant… not a common term of my generation…. in fact this is the first time I have ever seen the term… so live and learn..

      I want to say, that I think you have a vivid imagination. I would love to see you write a story in which there is more character development and plot line so we get to know your Bette and Tina…

      I appreciate your time and effort….

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