Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

“I would have to say it was the same for me. I knew the first time Reed made love to me.”

We smiled at each other, and then I let out a giggle.

“You know what just hit me? Layton and Reed both made love to us for the first time in a shower!”

We both started laughing like little girls who had just shared a naughty secret.

“There ya go. That explains it all!” Whitley said.

As the day went on, Reed and I had exchanged looks multiple times, and each time, I had to fight the urge to touch myself to release the buildup between my legs.

I was cutting the birthday cake when I felt him walk up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and began kissing my neck.

“Mmm…that feels good,” I whispered.

He bit my earlobe, and it felt like a jolt of electricity was running through my body.

“I know what would feel better.”

I turned my head and looked at him. “What?”

Reed looked all around and then motioned with his head toward the trees.

“The trees? What about them?”

He turned my body until I was facing him. He took the knife out of my hand and set it on the table. The next thing I knew, we were sneaking away from everyone. With the way our property went downhill, we were out of sight in no time flat.

Reed pushed me up against a tree and lifted up my white dress.

“Oh my God, Reed, what are you doing?” I asked in a hushed voice.

Reed handed me his cowboy hat, and he began unbuttoning his pants. He pushed them down, exposing his hard dick. I licked my lips as I looked back up into his eyes.

“I promised to fuck my wife at least once a week, and it dawned on me earlier…it’s been a few weeks since she’s had a good, hard fuck.”

I gave him a wicked smile, dropped his hat, and reached for my panties. I pulled them off as Reed’s smile spread wider across his face.

“Well, who am I to stand in the way of a promise?”

The End

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“That’s it, baby. Breathe in and out,” Layton whispered into my ear as he brushed back my hair.

I smiled and tried to do what he’d said, but it hurt so much. “Layton, I just need this baby out of me—like, right now.”

Layton chuckled and said, “I know, Whit. Baby, it won’t be much longer now. I love you so much, and you amaze me.”

I turned and looked into Layton’s eyes, and I felt an almost immediate release of pain. I had been pushing for a while now, and I was pretty sure this baby had decided today was not the day to make a grand appearance.

“Whitley, if you can give me one more good push, I think that will do it,” Dr. Johnson said.