Holiday for Six

by Kelly Finley

I’m like a horny Girl Scout wanting to share her cookies. Tagalong for this erotic ride.

I have my answer, my secret desires, because I’m a happily married woman with a pissed-off pussy.

I beat up some assholes on our school bus who were bullying her when we were in high school.

Big Puuuurrrrr!!!!! 😌💅🏽

I swear—it looks like an epic porno series—like Lords of the Ass and Pussy Rings is about to be filmed here.

Yes, my precious, all week long.

I cackled so fucking LOUD at this!!!!

“Guess Amazon won’t put a ‘Cum Blanket’ in your cart, but you get the prime idea.”

It’s like, women can save the world six days a week, but on the seventh day? Save us with sex. Dirty sex.

I’m a good mom. A good wife. I’m so damn good all the time; I need to be bad. Real fucking bad.

I belong with him like the stars align in the sky. Shining on each other. Always by your side. You need their gravity. They’re your light. They’re your world.

Shit, he’s enormous. I’m hugging Mt. EverFuck.

“That’s it. Take it. My naughty wife wants so much cock tonight. We’re going to cover you in our cum.”

“Breaking news:”—she grins—“you gave your best friend a tongue bath last night and drank her lady juice. Lines have been crossed.”

“So you won’t fight for me?” His blue eyes burn so bright, swearing, “I’d fuckin’ kill for you.”

“Don’t know,” my wife beams, “but y’all are gonna look like hot ass gladiators at an orgy, that’s for dayum sure.”

If this is death, don’t be afraid.

You can try for one ending or another, but fate decides your happily ever after.”