After I’ve been with another man, Jay can’t keep his hands off me. His palms erase any trace of the other man‘s touch. He licks my pussy and ass tirelessly, cleaning me thoroughly. His cock gets bigger and harder than usual, engorged with primordial jealous rage, that stuff that causes horned beasts to ram their heads against each other. Jay fucks me and fucks me every way he can, claiming me, marking his territory. My body is used, exhausted, spent beyond what I can give.

When we have other lovers in our bed, we tend to over think the situation. I’d even consider a camera another lover. You are my other lover. I think about you when I take you to bed with me. I think about what you want, what you need to see, how to satisfy you. After it is all over, Jay and I relax, fall into each other and lose ourselves. My orgasms are more intense when he and I are alone.