“Ah,” Jen sighed, easing down her husband’s cock. “My favorite cock.”

Engulfed in her heat, Brett beamed up at Jen as she settled herself on his length.

“There. Got you. Again.” She smiled and flexed upward, only to drop down again. “You know, I love being in the lifestyle. And I enjoy a lot of different cocks as long as they aren’t too large, but this one...”

Brett felt her inner muscles squeeze tight. “Yes, but...”

“This one is mine. I’m willing to share him, but he’s mine. You know what I mean?”

“Absolutely.” Brett cupped Jen’s breasts as he spoke. “And he’s home. Right now. There are pussies and there are pussies, but only yours is home for me. It’s been too long since it was just us.” He tweaked her nipples.

“Oh. Do that again. I’m already on the brink of coming. Twist them a little harder.”

“Like this?”

“Oh God, yes.” She shuddered.

Brett chuckled. “You’re in a hurry this morning.”

“Can’t be helped,” Jen moaned. “It’s been too long. Your turn,” she added, beginning to raise and lower her buttocks, sliding up and down his cock. She quickened her pace. “Oh, my. It’s happening.” Her eyelids lowered in concentration.

Brett loved to watch his wife focus on a building orgasm. He grabbed her hips to help steady her. His balls tightened. He swallowed. How much longer could he last? No longer than Jen could. Holding her hips, he matched her stroke for stroke. “It’s our turn,” he corrected. “Go for it. Now!”

“Yes.” Jen stiffened, then collapsed onto his chest. “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Come for me—for us.”

Brett clutched Jen tightly as his hips churned, driving his cock in and out of her until he exploded. “Oh, hell.” His lungs emptied. He hugged Jen close. His hips continued flexing as if there was more to give. He knew differently. Jen had drained him.

Minutes later, Brett heard Jen’s light chuckle. “Now what? You can’t be expecting more.”

“No, no. It’s just that you look so depleted after you come.”

“Well, I am. I don’t think you left anything.” He brushed a hand against her cheek. “Hope I’ll be ready to go by Saturday.”

“Derby day! I’m so looking forward to my first Derby. Isn’t it great to have friends like Rico and Angelica who can get us decent tickets?”

“It’s neat that Churchill is their home track. And Angelica is working with a horse running in one of the races prior to the Derby itself. But you’re right, it’s great to have friends in the horse racing business.”

Jen wiggled against his softening cock. “And my favorite cock is no doubt looking forward to more playtime with Angelica.”

Brett arched an eyebrow. “Of course. Just as much as you’re looking forward to playing with Angelica and Rico. We probably won’t see much of Angelica until evening. She’ll have responsibilities with the horses, but Rico said he’d meet us at our seats. Guess when you’re in the business of helping owners buy and sell horses, you don’t have to get horses ready to race and take care of them afterwards.”

“I do hope we get to visit shedrow.”

“Not until Sunday, after the Derby and after the huge crowds go home. So do you think Angelica will be too exhausted to play Saturday night?”

Jen scowled. “You’ve got to be kidding. That woman is not going to miss a play party. No way. I just hope she’ll let me help with some of the hosting responsibilities. We’ll probably bring in food plates and finger foods from a deli. We can help with the drinks. There’s going to be ten of us. I don’t know how hungry everyone will be after a day at the races—I’m sure we’ll be nibbling on junk food much of the day.” Jen slid off of him and snuggled up.

“You must be satisfied for the moment, because now you’re focusing on food prep rather than the next orgasm.”

Jen pecked at his cheek. “I’m quite satisfied. Thank you very much.” She sighed and seemed deep in thought.

“What is it? What are you cooking up now?”

“Nothing.” She winced. “Guess I’m having some mixed feelings about going to the Derby.”

Brett frowned. “Why? Why now? That’s about all you, Donna, and Alice have been talking about for weeks. Which hat should I wear? Which dress? Which pair of shoes? On and on.”

“I know. I know. And I’m really excited about going. I just worry about Carl.”

“Carl? He’s wanted to go for years, but never had people to go with. The Derby is on his bucket list.”

“That’s just it. It’s going to be a very long day. I just hope it won’t be too much excitement for him. You know his aneurysm...”

Brett sobered “I know. It can burst at any moment. Don’t you think he and Alice have talked about that? Like Carl says, he’s not going to live in a glass house until it erupts. That’s not living.”

“Yes, but...I can still worry.”

“Just not too much.”

Jen smiled through tears. “I won’t promise. At least they’ll head back home with Donna and Ryan on Sunday.” She tilted her head to the side. “I’m glad we get more time with Angelica and Rico.”

“Me, too.”

“So the Derby has been on our bucket list for years, too. Now that we get to scratch it off, what do you want to add?”

He gave her a quizzical look.

“Well, we can’t go around with an empty bucket list. Every time we cross one entry off, we have to add another one. Didn’t you know that?”