Her eyes opened, and her body bowed, as she saw him taking her.
“Jesus,” Gene muttered, not believing he was fucking a woman, but here he was….
Fucking a woman.
Never let it be said that his life was not a constant surprise.
Because.
It.
Was.
When he was fully in her, the bed moved, and the three other men headed toward the bathroom to clean up.
Gene wasn’t an idiot.
They were also giving him space for this new experiment.
Oh, and he appreciated that. Elizabeth was his training wheels, and in order to be a good husband to everyone, he had to master the most difficult part.
Having a wife.
She was easy to love, but as a gay man, who shied away from tits, this was a challenge.
Now, he’d see if he could complete the act.
Gene began moving, his body over hers, as he took her ass. Already, he was hard again, and this had befuddled him.
He liked it.
A.
Lot.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, as he moved in and out of her ass. His fingers were on her clit, and as he used his hips, he used his fingers too.
There was a rule with the Blackhawk men. The ladyALWAYSgot off. Much like with him and Ethan, Gene liked to ensure that his partner had copious amounts of pleasure before he’d take any for himself.
He was unselfish like that.
Because it felt good, Gene kept moving.
His balls were tightly tucked into his sack, and he was going to cum.
There was no doubt about it.
“So tight,” he muttered, the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as his body rippled in need. He was trying not to cum so fast.
But it wasn’t easy.
It was clear that love did a lot of things to a person, and this was one of them.
Call him caught off guard, but love had made him a little less gay, and a lot more willing to be good with having a wife.
“FUCK!”he shouted, as he was slipping from the ledge. The copious amounts of booze wereNOThis friend, and that was showing.
PERIOD.
