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The stunned silence fills the room like thick smoke so deafening, that all I hear is my heartbeat.
Looking at each of my wildly different and endearing lovers, I clarify, “I know the difference between getting fucked and making love. I think we’ve all had a taste of both. I’d like you all to please me at the same time. The four of us. One bed. Or one sofa. Wherever you’re comfortable.”
I have to consider Emery’s feeling about Ford’s massive cock, wet and slippery, glossing his sheets and blankets as he goes from me to Ash.
“I say we give our woman what she wants.” Ford tugs me away. “We’re going to shower so I can start by giving her what I want. Let’s leave for the winery at eleven a.m.”
JUST A LITTLE WATERand sunshine can grow an entire field of wildflowers.
Just a little suggestion already changes the tone of our time together today.
At the winery, we sit at a high-top table under a massive skylight. We soak in the rays and sip a late-harvest red that tastes like chocolate and sweet hickory smoke.
I’m not drunk, but high on the energy from my men who feel more connected in their want of me. For snacks, the owner sends over a tray of expensive cheeses, artisan crackers, and a fruit platter, with delicious mini sandwiches on the side.
We eat, drink, and laugh all afternoon.
Each of my men stands and hovers over me while I sit on a stool with my legs crossed. One by one, they touch me and kiss me, even on the lips.
All of them. With no hesitation given we’re in public.
Emery’s house is on the south fork of Long Island, and the wineries are on the north fork. The people eyeing us with curiosity are not his neighbors.
In fact, most of the people appear to be like us. Tourists. Just out for a good time. With no care for who we are.
I’m wearing a denim coat dress and a pair of black riding boots with a red and gold scarf, the colors of a typical northeast fall day.
The guys wear jeans, although in different colors. Ash in classic blue, Emery in dark blue, and Ford in black denim. Ash wore a blue blazer, Emery a thick sweater with a white tee underneath, and Ford, the badass, sports a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket to compliment all his tattoos.
The short skirt of my dress tempts each of them, their hands often slipping between my thighs as we drink our wine, or when other sets of eyes turn away from us.
At one point, Ford’s thick, inked hand wanders too far up my dress. I spill my wine when one of his fingers taps my center for entry.
“Home, now.” Ford takes my glass. “I can’t wait anymore.”
Ash, who stopped drinking a while ago, gets behind the wheel of Emery’s Audi and drives us home.
In the back seat, Ford is all over me.
Kissing my neck, Ford continues what he started in the winery. His hand stays in my panties for most of the drive home.
Emery glances back at us, his hand caressing my thigh. “Yeah, warm up our girl.”
Back at the house, everyone agrees we need more wine, and Ash opens one of the bottles of red he brought back with us.
Emery and I sit on the outdoor sofa, his hand now wandering to my thigh. “It’s hurricane season. See how the change of water temperature really churns up the waves?”
Before I can answer, he spreads my legs apart.
“Fuck, that’s wet.”
“You better mean her cunt. I’m not in the mood to talk about the fucking weather.” Ford unbuckles his jeans while Ash sips his wine, watching us. “Why is everyone still dressed?”
“You had your turn, Montgomery,” Emery snaps, but humor laces his tone.
Could be all the wine.
“Not yet.” Ford points to a stocky, navy-blue lounge chair. “Bernadette, come here.”
