“God, I missed you,” she sighs. “Need you, Lena,” I reply, moving my fingers to cup her sex. “Take me, Avery,” she begs as I drag my fingers through her wetness. I spend a few beats playing with her, getting her ready for me. Then, I position myself at her entrance, rock into her slowly, and take my wife all the way home. Because that’s what we are. Each other’s homes.
