Urgo chuckled, put a dollop of lube on his left index finger, and shoved it up her ass. She let out a guttural groan as he sawed the digit in and out, and he leaned forward and started to feast again. His tongue was getting tired, but he was not going to pass up this opportunity. Where before Linzi had writhed, this time she convulsed around his finger, her body jerking unnaturally on the couch. Instead of caressing her own body, Linzi gripped onto the cushion for dear life. “Ho-ly-shit,” she grunted, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Fucking put in another one.”
Urgo felt his eyebrows climb even higher, but who was he to argue? He took a moment to add another dollop of lube and shoved two fingers in her winking eye, which looked wide awake at that moment. When he went to lean back and lick her pussy, she grabbed his head instead. “Suck on my nipples, baby.”
Not one to deny himself one of his favorite things, Urgo knelt on the couch beside Linzi and took her nipple into his mouth while he reamed her ass out with his fingers. Linzi was clenching her teeth, a single tear leaking out from her left eye. “Omigod omigod omigod fuuuuuu-uuuu-uuuuck.” She cried, her body convulsing.
Urgo was sure her asshole was going to smash his fingers, but after longer than he thought was healthy she collapsed, heaving. He pulled his fingers out and, feeling awkward, went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He really got in there and scrubbed, too. He was happy he kept his nails so short.
When he came back out he saw Linzi still sprawled out on the couch where he’d left her. She had her head tilted back and was taking in long, deep breaths. As he got closer, he saw her hand listlessly playing with her bald pussy. “Still going?” he asked her, amazed.
Linzi’s eyes opened and she stared at him with fiendish lust. “I’m kind of insatiable. The kind of insatiable where my husband adds a fuck room to his shop so I can bone down on him, his customers, and his techs.”
Urgo laughed. What else could he do? “His techs?”
Linzi shrugged. “Birthdays, holidays, Wednesdays. I used to stay home, but I’d just end up fucking the neighbors. Or I’d spend all my time trawling online. This has been a good compromise. I come to his work and there’s a continuous flow of sex for me.”
Urgo frowned. “Are you, like, a sex addict?”
Linzi smiled. “Sex addiction is compulsive participation despite negative consequences. I’m just a slut. I’ve turned down sex before.”
Urgo sat down. “Really?”
Linzi nodded solemnly. “Both times I was really just not in the mood.” She laughed, and Urgo laughed. “I have a libido like a character in a porno. It is what it is. I’m pretty careful, and my man loves me for it.”
Urgo blinked. “For it?”
Linzi smiled. “We knew each other in high school. Biblically. He was there for my first DP. Mike went off to college and I got into camming and blowing guys at the bar. When he came back to town to start working at his dad’s garage, we started dating. And by dating I mean fucking like crazy. And he knows I’m insatiable. Fuck, he’s boinked at least two-hundred ladies since we’ve been together. We’re a good pair that way.”
Urgo didn’t know what to say for a moment. “Well, I guess I’m happy for you, then?”
Linzi smiled at him, this time there was no sex in it. Just a normal smile from one person to another. “Yeah, it’s a good life. Now put on a condom and split me in half, we still have a few hours to go.”
