Josh.
Unaware of the way two women were deciding his future, Josh bent over her, his loving lips tracing the line of her spine. She raised up, letting his hands fill themselves with her breasts, then sank down until she was lying flat, Josh's stomach slapping into her rear as he thrust into her over and over again.
"Oh, honey," she sighed. "That's lovely." She felt him begin to swell inside her, his cock thickening as the muscles tensed. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," he panted.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Groaning, he spent himself inside her, then collapsed across her back. As soon as he stopped twitching, he pulled out and flopped onto the bed.
"Oh, look," he said in mock-surprise. "You stayed conscious this time."
“Did I really pass out last night?" she asked.
“Yep. I was kind of worried at first. But then you started to snore, so
I figured you were all right."
She chuckled, deep in her chest. "I love you," she said.
He blinked at her, as if surprised she felt the need to state the obvious.
“I love you, too."
She took a deep breath.
“So. Do you want to get married? Again?"
In response, he gathered her in his arms, kissing her long and thoroughly. "Yes. I do."
"Good." She dropped a hand to his crotch, finding his cock wet with their mingled juices.
“So, Josh," she said, stroking him, her hand wet and slippery on his shaft.
"Tell me a fantasy about your daughter."
The next day dawned warm and sunny, perfect for a cookout and the unofficial beginning of summer. Early in the afternoon Sarah barged into Alex's bedroom, where he was watching a movie on his flat-screen.
She threw a computer printout on his desk and planted herself face-first onto his bed, muttering unpleasant words under her breath.
“Sure, Sarah," her brother said from his chair.
“Come on in. Make yourself comfortable. Don't bother knocking."
“The door was unlocked," she said, her voice muffled by the comforter.
“If you wanted privacy, you know how a Lock works." Not bothering to look at Alex, she held up her fingers, demonstrating.
“You just grab it and turn."