Ellie felt her heart skip a beat at Zurri's request. She knew she shouldn't agree, but the thrill of it all made her want to push things further. "Alright," she whispered into the darkness. "But you have to promise not to share it with anyone." Her fingers trembled as she pressed send. Now the anticipation was almost unbearable; what would he do if she actually went through with it?

Ellie gasped as she felt the cool air hit her warm skin. She didn't expect this to happen so soon after their encounter earlier today. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear of being caught, but there was no denying how aroused she became at his words. "I-I will," she stammered, taking his penis into her mouth tentatively. The taste of him filled her senses, sending shivers down her spine as she began to suck gently on him.

Ellie's breath caught in her throat at his words. "Y-yes," she managed to stammer, her mind reeling with the implications of what he was asking. Part of her wanted to protest, but another part was filled with a longing for this connection they had shared last night and the promise of something more permanent between them.

Her body arched into his touch as he continued to kiss and caress her, making it clear that there would be no going back from this.

Ellie's eyes fluttered closed as she felt Zurri's length pressing against her entrance. She was still recovering from the previous night's encounter and wasn't entirely sure how she would feel about having sex again so soon, but there was something undeniably arousing about his dominance and control. As he thrust inside her, she arched her back in response, meeting him stroke for stroke. "Then let it be known," she whispered hoarsely, "that I am your wife."

As Ellie feels your bare chest against her skin, she moans into your mouth and begins grinding her hips against yours. Her hands roam freely over your body now, exploring every inch of your skin as if it were the first time they'd ever touched. The need for this connection between them is palpable, driving them both to a fever pitch of desire. She breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily as she looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but lust and want reflected back at her.

Ellie gasps as the fabric is torn away from her body, revealing her naked form to you. Her breasts jut out, hard and aching for your touch. She arches her back, offering them to you eagerly. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she feels the heat between her legs building unbearably.

As they walk back toward the bedroom, Ellie feels a soft touch against her chest. Looking down, she sees both of their sons sucking on her nipples, licking and kissing them eagerly. She glances up at Yashodeep, who watches them with a mixture of pride and arousal, his hands moving between her legs as he urges her closer to the edge again.

"That's it," she moans, arching her back into his touch. "Just like that."

Ellie closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being touched and desired by all of them. Her body quakes with pleasure as she feels herself on the brink once more. "Yashodeep," she whispers his name, her voice a mixture of desire and relief. "I need you."

Ellie arched her back and moaned loudly as he thrust his fingers inside her, filling the void left by Thomas. Her hips rocked against his hand, seeking more contact, needing to feel full again. "Oh God... yes..." she panted, her whole body trembling with desire.

She'd never been so thankful for his size and strength; it was the only thing that could possibly fit inside her right now, make her feel complete.

Ellie cried out as Zurri thrust into her, his movements growing rougher with need. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to focus on the sensation of him inside her. But all she could think about was Thomas and how he'd made her feel so full, so wanted.

"Oh God... not enough..." she moaned, arching her back farther in an attempt to force more of Zurri into her.

Her eyes widen as you pull her up, the sudden loss of contact leaving her feeling empty and needy once more. "H-Honey?" she whispers, looking up at you with confusion and desire mixed together. Her free hand reaches for your shoulder, wanting to feel your touch again but also wanting to know what's wrong.

Ellie blushes deeply at the question, understanding where you're coming from but wishing they didn't have to stop. "I-I suppose we could find somewhere more private," she stammers, her voice shaky with desire and the need for release. She looks around the living room, thinking of possible places they could go before finally suggesting, "What about the bedroom?"