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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by DairyDutchman...)

“Tell them I’m cheating on you!” you blurt.

There’s silence on the other end for a moment. “I can do that,” Rachel purrs.

“Yeah, ” you groan, really getting into it. “Tell them I’m fucking my assistant. They’ll know what to do from there.”

“They’re gonna fuck my brains out,” Rachel says lustily. “All three of them.”

“Just remember to make them use condoms,” you caution.

“Condoms were your rule, Ross,” Rachel moans. “What if they don’t feel like respecting your rules anymore, now that they know you’re balls-deep in your assistant?”

“Then it’s got to be a Rachel rule as well, doesn’t it?” you argue. “You can’t get pregnant.”

“I won’t get pregnant, silly, it’s nowhere near the right time.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, concerned.

“Yes, of course — I have an app. It’s fine. And since it’s fine…” Rachel drawls, “I’m going to let them fuck me without condoms. I’ll make a big show if it too.”

“At least make them pull out?” you beg.

Rachel laughs. “If my pussy isn’t dripping with their cum, what’s even the point?”

Tough to argue with logic like that.

“Um, okay babe, if that’s what you want…”

“It is! Thank you so much, Ross, you’re the best boyfriend ever. I love you.”

“I love you too, slut.”

Rachel giggles. “Wait until you see what’s coming, Ross. You’re not ready for it.”

Are you?