Happy Wives, Happy Lives

Kimmy and Scarlett sit on Kenzie's leather couch, knees touching, and they lay it all out. Both of them want their asses played with every night, but neither wants to do the giving. The tension leaks into the rest of their marriage, and they still love each other like crazy. Kenzie listens, tapping her pen, and her own ring suddenly feels tight on her finger. She leans forward and tells them the simple fix: she can finger both their tight holes at the same time. They blink, laugh, then lean into each other. Clothes hit the floor. Kenzie’s big tits bounce free first, and the two wives waste no time tasting them. Fingers slide between cheeks, two blondes bent over the desk, small tits pressed to wood while Kenzie works slick lube over both their backdoors. She sinks one finger into each at once, slow and deep, making them moan in stereo. The wives kiss hard while Kenzie pumps them, stretching them open side by side. Scarlett gasps when two digits curl inside her, Kimmy follows with a filthy whimper when Kenzie adds a third. They push back onto her hands, greedy and loud. Then Kenzie’s phone rings. Her wife’s name lights the screen. She answers, voice steady, still knuckle-deep in both blondes. The wives bite their lips and stay quiet while Kenzie talks, but their hips never stop rocking. As soon as the call ends, Kenzie hangs up and drops to her knees, tongue trading between the two wet holes she just stretched. She adds more lube and goes back to work, three fingers in each wife now, scissoring and twisting until both blondes come shaking on her hands, faces flushed and tits heaving.