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“Wet and tight,” he says quietly. “Fucking perfect.”

Looking up at Sam, he silently gestures with his chin. Sam obviously reads his cue, leans over, and starts unbuttoning my blouse. It hits me now that they’ve done this before. I wonder how often? Who with? Was it in this chair?

Waves of something roll through me. A feeling, a sensation, but it’s not one of jealousy or anger. It’s more like desire and longing. I wish they were here now, watching. Maybe even joining in. Right now, I’d like them all here, pushing their fingers inside me, licking, sucking, fucking me.

Right now, I’m not Mila Walsh, the quiet, attentive wife of Logan Walsh. I’m just Mila. Wanton, needy, ready to risk it all Mila. And because of that, because there is a chance my husband might find out, because I might lose everything I’ve schemed, plotted, and planned to attain over the past twenty years, I intend to enjoy every single moment. I intend on taking everything these two have to give. I’m going to give myself over to every kind of base desire and let them use and abuse me any way they like.

With my blouse now open, Sam removes each of my breasts from the cups of my bra. Leaning all the way over, he grazes my nipple with his teeth. At the same time, Frankie pushes his fingers deep inside my pussy while working his thumb over my clit. I lift my hips and grind against him. My eyes are closed, my head tilting back as Frankie’s lips whisper gentle kisses along the inside of my thigh. When I feel movement around me, I open my eyes to find Frankie, with his fingers still inside me, standing to one side, about to lean in and take my free nipple into his mouth. Sam, still working at my other nipple with his tongue and teeth, moves to my other side. His hand brushes up the inside of my thigh.

“Lift your arse and spread wider,” Frankie orders. Desire aches in my lower belly, and reflexively, my pussy muscles tighten around his fingers.

“Relax, beautiful girl,” Sam whispers, his mouth now at my ear. “Relax and let me in.”

I feel like I’m about to dissolve—totally liquify with desire at his words.

“Relax, relax, relax,” Frankie whispers at my other ear. “Just concentrate on the sensation of my fingers sliding in and out of you. How wet I’m making you. You feel that? Feels good, right? Just spread a little wider and we can let Sammie in, too.”

As Frankie talks, he scissors his fingers, opening me up, as Sam pushes two of his fingers inside me. I’m stretched, but it’s not painful. I feel full, and it makes me ache internally, but in a good way. When both their thumbs start working at my clit, I raise my hips and meet their thrusts.

“Good girl,” Sam whispers. “You like that stretch? Like feeling full like that? This is just the beginning. Wait till it’s our cocks inside you at the same time.”

A guttural moan escapes me as Frankie orders, “Open your eyes, Mila.”

I do as he says, and my eyes meet his, then travel down his body to where his jeans are now open, and his cock is in his hand as he strokes himself.

My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest as I watch him. A shiny spot of pre come appears at the tip, and either subconsciously, or maybe on purpose, I lick my lips as I stare.

“You like the look of his cock? Would you like to taste it?” Sam asks, and when I turn my head to look up at him, I realise he’s doing the same as Frankie, except he’s stroking himself right in front of my face.

I don’t hesitate. Leaning in, I take him into my mouth.

“Or mine,” Sam continues. “Mine’s good, too.”

My hand moves to his arse, and I pull him in deeper. When I do, he thrusts harder, and I gag.

“Again,” Frankie orders—giving orders is something I’ve noticed he likes to do—as he grips the hair at the back of my head, holding me in place as Sam face fucks me.

And like the dirty little slut I apparently am for these two, when I feel the first jet of Sam’s come hit my mouth, I buck against their hands and explode. My orgasm so intense, it’s painful at first. All of us frantic as I fuck their fingers. Sam explodes in my mouth, and Frankie moves in closer, stroking himself almost aggressively as he comes all over the side of my chest and tits.

They keep pumping their fingers, I keep rocking my hips, but our movements slow as the remnants of the best orgasm of my life roll through me. My eyes are closed as I shut out everything except the extreme pleasure enveloping every part of my body.

Just when I think it’s over, two mouths are on mine. Softly, oh so gently. There’s one hand at my throat, the other cupping my jaw as two sets of lips land on mine, two tongues push inside my mouth, and for a few long minutes, we lose ourselves in a kiss so sensual, I feel the desire in my belly start to build again.

“You wanna shower with us, then take this to the bedroom?” Sam asks, his mouth still pressed against mine.

“That way we can really play,” Frankie adds. “We have toys ready for you up there. Toys to warm you up, open you up, stretch you out, and get you ready for both of us.”

“Warm me up?” I question. “Right now, I feel like I’m on fire.”

“You fucking are,” Sam adds. “That was so fucking hot. You did so well. You took everything we gave you and exploded so beautifully. I can’t wait till we can watch you play—till we can fill you up in all the different ways. I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.” He leans in and kisses me gently.

Frankie follows suit and kisses the top of my head. Their gestures make this about so much more than just sex, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

“You did well, Mila, and as Sammie says, trust us, and things will only get better. Now, let’s go get all of us cleaned up.”

CHAPTER 3

Mila

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