Addicted Part 6
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“Do you think Jason will like this?” I asked my husband, as I held up a low cut red dress. I then picked up a short blue number and held it up to me. “Or this one?” Jason was the name of the driver that shuttled us around that first night Tom wore me out, both literally and figuratively. Jason was a decent enough guy, and very good in bed, so after discussing it, I (or rather, Tom inside me) asked him if he wanted to make it a regular thing. We’d keep it casual, because Jason knows I’m married. But he DOESN’T know that when he’s fucking me, he’s fucking both me and my husband. Tom is the reason Jason thinks I’m such a slut. I would never do the things Tom does in bed, and that keeps Jason running every time I send a booty call. Which I just sent a few minutes ago. “Hurry up,” I prompted my husband. “Which outfit looks sexier?” Tom smirked and said, “Baby, I think both of them are fine, but you won’t be wearing either.” I gave him a confused look as he walked towards me. “What do you mean?” But a second later he had phased inside of me. I felt my lips curl into the same smirk he’d just worn as he went to my dresser. He pulled out fishnet stockings and…that was it. “He’s coming over to fuck you,” I heard my husband say. “And I don’t feel like waiting, so he can catch up when he gets here.” After Tom made me put the fishnets on, I went and unlocked the door, and texted Jason to come on in when he arrived. He found me on the couch, legs spread, shamelessly rubbing my pussy and feeling myself up. He whistled and said, “I love that your husband is cool with this.” Tom made me smile and say, “It was his idea to wear something so slutty. So I hope you’ll treat me accordingly.” Jason did.