I teased her pussy lips a little then slipped an index finger into her cunt."How does your asshole feel?" I asked, pumping my finger in and out of her...pussy."Happy, but a little tender from all the fucking it received yesterday." We will let it rest for a couple of days," I said, worming my wet index finger into her asshole gently.She moaned on my cock. I inserted my middle finger into her pussy and when I had both fingers deeply planted in her holes, I started wiggling them around but avoided. Maybe she was still trying to decide. Maybe she had already decided.(I was going to end the story there, but then I thought readers might want to know what happened—as did I! Then I couldn’t decide for myself which was right, so if you want an epilogue, you can choose from one of the following or imagine your own.)Ending 1I got through Wednesday okay, giving her space to reach a decision. Thursday was worrying, but maybe she was telling him and dealing with the consequences. Friday was. I don't think she even noticed. I had been fucked good and proper by this dirty cunt, and I loved it.We got into bed and she fell asleep. The next thing I remember is feeling her writhe and wriggle. I opened one eye - it was daylight, so we must have been asleep for hours. It took me a minute to work out what was going on. Ciara was lying next to me, on her back, playing with her pussy. I didn't know what to do, but she was clearly fucking loving it. She was moaning quietly, whimpering, as her. Also, she was meant to be going to a concert with Gemma that night, but had now decided she couldn’t face going, and at this short notice Gemma couldn’t find anyone else and didn’t want to go on her own. To cut a long story short, I told my fiancée that she should go with Gemma and that I’d stay and look after Vicky, after all, I didn’t imagine it would involve much more than making the occasional cup of coffee. A few hours later they were ready to go out. “Are you sure you’re okay about doing.