"It's my stupid daydreams! I have so many fantasies; dreams where I have you all to myself! I love my sister-wives, I really do!" She wailed, "But I w...nt you all to myself!"I let my hands wander under her nightgown and petted the soft skin on her rump. She felt my desire press into her pubis from below, sliding and growing in her short, silky hair. "I love you," I whispered."Oh, I'm being so ridiculous Ilias! I will get over this, I promise!" There, there... I think it's kind of sweet, how you. I must have looked lost for words because she finally spoke.“Wait? Wait for what? It’s getting late,” she said politely.Her question disrupted my thought process and I turned to look her in the eye. Did I really feel up for doing this? I was about to make her a legend amongst the other succubi. It would likely mean every other of her kind doubling down and trying even harder to lure me when I was at the spa. I had gotten quite accustomed to being left alone about as often as they tried to woo. She took control. She took my hands and put them on those lovely boobs of her. Her boobs really were something. I couldn't resist and starting squeezing them. And she encouraged me. Her nipples were hard as well and she steered my head towards them. But she did not say anything. So I began sucking her nipples. And she moaned. It was the first time ever I hear her moan. And let me tell you. I wanted her to hear her moan a lot more. Then she gently steered my head towards her lips and started. My buddy John has been one of Anne Marie's semi-regular lovers for the last ten years or so. She hadn't been with him in a while (and she was craving it) and he was starting to bust my balls about when he could "get together with that hot wife of mine", so I decided to set them up on a date.I told John about Anne Marie's fantasy, and he was all over it. He agreed to give her what she was looking for and said that he wouldn't even acknowledge my presence in the room. He said he always knew she.