Jessi sucked in a surprised breath and let her head fall back, savoring the attention. “Oh, my goodness!” She reached one hand behind her and covered Angel’s hand with her palm while she ran the fingers of her other hand through Tommy’s hair. “My men,” she sighed. As they continued to caress her body – Angel from the back, Tommy from the front – she began to slowly protest. “Wait.” She let out a quivering breath, but neither stopped. “Stop,” she said as she sighed.
Tommy exchanged a knowing glance with Angel, and the two of them fell to their knees. Angel parted her cheeks and went to work on her back end with his tongue. Tommy was a little jealous because he knew the skill level of Angel’s talented tongue, and, after all, this was Tommy Sandwich Saturday. But, he didn’t mind too much considering he had access to the front of Jessi’s delightful lower half. He parted the folds of her skin and dipped his tongue along the ridge until he found her pulsating orifice. Their combined touch always made Jessi writhe, evidenced by the way she swayed and needed to hold onto Tommy to steady herself. She spread her legs wider and squatted a little in order to give him better access, which he took full advantage of. He maneuvered his face between her legs while holding onto her thighs. His hands met Angel’s, who was also caressing Jessi’s legs. Moving his mouth lower, he found Angel’s tongue and they shared a wet kiss between Jessi’s legs.
Without warning, Angel stood and picked Jessi up in his arms, leaving Tommy kneeling on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Jessi asked, startled and breathless.
“We’re being spontaneous!” Angel exclaimed.
Tommy followed Angel as he hurried out of the great room, still carrying Jessi, and led the way into the dining room. He put Jessi down on the edge of the dining table and spread her legs wide open for easy access.
“Nice.” Tommy commented.
Jessi leaned back on her hands and glanced at the table with apprehension. “We eat on this table.”
They hadn’t had sex on the dining room table since Lucas was born, Tommy realized. He scrunched his brows together and stopped to contemplate the amount of years that had slipped by. It had been way too long, but that was about to change. “From now on, sex on the dining room table, the kitchen counter and the center island on Table Tuesdays. Mark your calendars.”
“I’ll gladly make a note of it, mi amor.” Angel extended his hand toward Jessi’s crotch. “Shall we dine?”
They both dove into the folds of Jessi’s flesh. Their tongues worked together, twirling and licking Jessi into a frenzy. Not only were they pleasuring Jessi at the same time, they were also sharing delicious tongue kisses against her entrance. Tommy slipped a finger inside of her and Angel did the same, so two digits filled her – one from each of her husbands. She gasped heavily, her breath raspy and harsh, as she fell back on the table. She let out one long guttural moan as she succumbed to their touch. Winded, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. I haven’t came that hard in . . . days.” She got to her elbows, her cheeks flushed almost as pink as her hair. “But it’s Tommy Sandwich Saturday, not Muff Diving Monday or Table Tuesday.”
“It’s a trifecta!” Tommy stripped off his jeans and boots and crawled on top of her, then looked over his shoulder at Angel. “I’m ready for my sandwich. “
Angel was already naked, a pile of clothing on the floor next to him, but he had his knuckle pressed against his chin and his brows pinched together. “Do you think this table is strong enough to bear the weight of all three of us? I wouldn’t want to crush our wife.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Jessi said with a smile.
Impatient and ready to explode, Tommy slid Jessi to the center of the large rectangular table so she was lying lengthwise. “Don’t worry about the table, A. It’s solid marble and supported by a wrought iron frame. Now, get over here. I need the top to my sandwich.”
Jessi spread her hands across the cold marble. “This reminds me of the little tryst we had in the doctor’s office when I was pregnant with Lucas.”
Tommy’s heart rate immediately skyrocketed at the memory, while erotic pictures of the doctor/doctor/patient roleplay they had exhibited in Jessi’s obstetrician’s office, and the fun they had with the surgical clamps, filled his head. He traced his hands over his nipples, remembering the sensations, which sent a shudder down his back. His cock throbbed, and he rubbed it against Jessi’s hip while he waited for Angel. Impatient, he looked over his shoulder for his husband. “What are you doing now?”
“We have no lube. I was trying to remember if we had any stashed down here.” Angel’s cheeks spread into a wicked smile. “Unless you want me to penetrate you dry. Or, maybe use some of the inventive things we’ve used over the years. Like soap. Or spit.”
Tommy’s erection waned slightly. The soap, used in the tiny bathroom on their flight to Europe, hadn’t been that bad, but using spit as the only lubricant when there was nothing else had been rough.
“You can use me,” Jessi offered. “I’m wet enough.”
Both Tommy and Angel snapped their heads in her direction.
“I love that idea,” Angel hissed, “but I’m getting something for backup.” He briskly trotted to the kitchen, his erection bouncing in front of him, and returned a second later with a bottle of olive oil. “I’m going to toss your salad, mi amor!”
Tommy and Jessi both burst out laughing, but their bout of levity was interrupted by Angel crawling onto the table and pushing Tommy aside so he could mount Jessi. Angel thrust into her several times with strong, deep pushes of his hips, causing Jessi to arch her back and grunt, and Tommy to watch with a hungry gaze. Angel rotated his hips while pushing forward, stirring Jessi’s insides. “I’m scooping up as much of you as I can,” he informed her, while she clung to him and dug her fingernails into his biceps. He kissed her, savagely, making all three of them moan. After a few more rotations Angel pulled out and inserted his fingers. “For prep,” he explained. Then he scooted aside and instructed Tommy to take his place.
Tommy leaned over Jessi on his hands and knees and presented himself to Angel. He made eye contact with Jessi as he waited, his long hair falling into her face. She pushed her fingers through it and held it back so she could gaze into his eyes. He knew she wanted to see his expression when Angel entered him. A long satisfied sigh left his lungs as Angel pushed a finger inside of him, but his body clenched from the burn.
Angel felt Tommy tense. “Maybe you need a little more than our wife to coat you.”
Tommy waited for the oil, but Angel’s luscious tongue lubricated his bottom, and he immediately relaxed as the hot wetness delivered a soothing tingle.
Tommy watched over his shoulder as Angel poured some of the oil into his hands and rubbed them together. He stroked himself with one oil-coated hand so he was nice and slippery, then he shoved two lubricated fingers inside Tommy and twisted them, stretching him. It was an all-consuming rush of adrenaline that had Tommy’s legs twitching and his blood pumping. “I’m ready,” Tommy said impatiently.
“Me, too.” Jessi said, breathless with anticipation.
“As you wish, my prince and my queen. It’s go time.”
Tommy lined up his cock with Jessi’s entrance and paused while he waited for Angel. At last, Angel placed his tip at Tommy’s hole and pressed forward with a deep, forceful thrust. Angel entered Tommy, causing Tommy to penetrate Jessi.
