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Amira’s voice is throaty and velvety soft when she speaks. “I’ve often found women to be the more sensual gender. So warm, soft, and inviting.”
My tongue nearly falls out of my mouth as Evie’s eyes wane to half-mast, an unmistakable look of lust painting her features. My wife is some kind of seductress. I’m not sure who’s more spell-bound by her continued feather-soft touches—me or Evie.
The answer is quickly and blatantly given.
Evie licks her lips then rises from her chair to stand in front of Amira. “You know I’ve always admired both your physical and soul-deep beauty.”
I want to check everyone else’s reactions to the scene playing out before my eyeballs, but I can’t look away. With every exchanged caress between them, I wait with baited breath for Amira to give up the game, to laugh in Evie’s face.
My entire body twitches like a live wire, my muscles dancing with anticipation of release.
And then I go up in flames.
Amira, using all the dominant attributes she usually gives over to me in the bedroom, wraps her talented little hand around a fistful of Evie’s curls then crushes their mouths together.
I’m not sure whether to be proud of her dedication to our prank, repulsed that another mouth is sucking on my tongue, or terrified my friends are about to maul my wife for a boundary violation.
No matter how much I fight against it, the sight of my wife and my best friend’s wife playing tonsil hockey has my dick fighting to break free of its confines. At the very least, I feel the need to roar with pride because my wife is obviously the most sexual creature ever.
Or at least that’s what I believe until Evie cups my wife’s ass, obviously digging her nails in as she lets out a moan straight out of my wildest dreams. She rips her mouth away from Amira’s then frowns.
The gig’s up.
“We’re being unfair.” Evie crooks a finger at Tori. “Come play with us, Mitchell. We won’t bite…unless you want us to.”
Tori leaps out of her seat like the fire from the pit spread to her legs. She joins the fray so quickly, my mind spins. “Oh, I thought you’d never ask. I didn’t want to assume.”
What the hell? When did this whole situation get so far out of my control?
As a chorus of female moans dances on the ocean breeze, sweat breaks out over my skin. The women continue to grope each other—no sacred territory off limits to their wandering hands that clutch breasts, hips, necks. Their tongues dance hotter than the flames of the fire, incinerating everything in their wake.
Unease creeps up my spine as I chance a glance at the other men witnessing this travesty.
Mike studies them like he’s completely bought into Amira’s theory of learning from his mistakes. He seems to be making mental notes about which stimulation brings out the greatest reaction from his wife.
For his part, Rob looks distinctly hurt over the whole thing with a frown and furrowed brow. Like he’s been cast aside for a better pleasure provider.
And me? I’m not sure how I feel about it all. As many orgies as I’ve directed in the past, I’ve never had a claim on any of the women who pleasured each other for my entertainment. None of those eager-to-please sex kittens ever carried my children, had mundane conversations with me about anything and nothing at all, soothed my soul after one too many brushes with pain.
Rob clears his throat—loudly—until the coven can no longer ignore the intrusion. They come up for air, gasping like they’ve already experienced the sex marathon of their lives.
How can they possibly look so satisfied when not a scrap of clothing has been removed? When there wasn’t a single dick involved?
“If you three want to continue experimenting, have at it. I’m going to bed.” Rob’s frown deepens as he heaves himself out of his chair, trudging toward the house like the weight of the world is crushing his broad shoulders.
“Yeah.” Mike rises, too, looking at Tori like she’s a complete stranger. “Let me know whatever you decide in the morning, Peaches.”
I give Mitchell a double take. He better not be implying he’ll sleep with my wife if his wife asks him to.
Amira aims a sly smile my way after Mike stumbles off. My chest relaxes, waiting for her to admit she’s bested me at my own game. That’s fair. My balls are secure enough to accept when she’s outdone me.
“Do you want to stay and watch? We can play Alex says. We’ll do anything you ask of us, so long as you do not involve yourself. I don’t believe Tori is quite ready to submit to a male who isn’t her husband yet. With your help and guidance, I’m sure I can have everyone warmed up for that possibility by the end of the week.”
Evie nods eagerly as she gives me the once over. “I’ve often had DP fantasies. As long as Mike isn’t the second penis, I’m sure it would be intensely pleasurable.”
“What?” I jump out of my chair, knocking it behind me and not even giving a damn. “Are you trying to get me fucking murdered this week? Rob will kill me if you so much as mention you want that!”
Tori’s lips puff out in a pout. “Why would you choose Alex over my husband anyway? Mike would be gentler with you. I can vouch for his one-hundred-percent commitment to the best possible lovemaking.”
