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Anton releases his wife’s nipple with a loud pop, bite marks fresh on her breasts as he taps her butt, prompting her to slide off his lap. Sinking to her knees on the floor below him, he unfastens his slacks and shoves them down, his cock springing free. It’s not quite as impressive as my mens’ are, but it’s still long and thick, Cherie licking her lips hungrily as she takes it in a palm and leans her head over his lap.

“Come here, brother,” Knox calls out to Roman, Cherie choking on gasp as Anton bucks his hips and slams her mouth down over his cock.

I hear the clip of Roman’s dress shoes against the tile as he crosses the room from the bar cart, tossing back the vodka in his glass along the way and setting the empty tumbler down on the end table beside the sofa.

“Where would you like his mouth, pet?” Knox murmurs, nipping my ear. While rubbing tortuous circles around my clitwith the fingers of one hand, he begins trailing the other over my body.

“Here?” he asks, squeezing my breast through the satin bodice of my gown. I arch my back, my head falling back against his shoulder.

His fingers glide up my collarbone, hand circling my throat. “Or here?” he questions, the pad of his thumb pressing against my pulse point.

My breath catches, pulse racing.

Knox works his way up higher, sweeping his thumb against my lower lip before pressing it into my mouth. “Or maybe here?” he asks as I wrap my lips around his digit and suck on it instinctively, the frenetic energy from his touch making me react like a bitch in heat.

He withdraws, thumb drawing a trail of my saliva down my chin, between my breasts, running and over the front of my body, all the way down to the apex of my thighs. “Or perhapshere,” he growls, my inner walls clenching around him as he thrusts in a second finger.

A needy whine slips from my lips, unbidden.

Knox glances back up at Roman, emerald eyes twinkling with dark delight. “I think we have our answer, brother.”

Roman’s lips curve into a sinister grin as he rounds the couch and comes to stand in front of us, wasting no time in getting to his knees and rucking my dress up. Knox hooks my thighs over his knees and wrenches my legs further apart, spreading me wide to grant his brother access to devour me.

The delicate lace of my panties tears away as Roman rips them from my body, his warm breath fanning my mound as he leans in, spreading me with his fingers.

I belatedly realize that Cherie and Anton are still going at it across the room, but when I look up, they’re both still lostin each other, Roman’s broad form blocking their view of my intimate parts.

An unfiltered moan rattles from my throat as his broad tongue licks into me, my muscles tensing as I instinctively attempt to snap my legs closed, but am met with the resistance of Knox’s firm grip on my thighs. Roman licks and sucks my pussy, pumping a finger inside me, while Knox slides his hands up my body to pay equal attention to my breasts.

My head lolls back against Knox’s shoulder, eyes slipping shut as I sink into the sensations of the twins working in tandem to bring me to climax. Then a slapping sound registers, and I crack an eye open to see Cherie’s cosmetically perfect tits bouncing in Antons face as she rides his dick like a champion equestrian.They wasted no time getting to the main attraction.

It seems my men have the same intentions. Roman pushes up to his feet and lifts me away from Knox, claiming my mouth while his brother undresses. Then he turns me around and lowers me to straddle his twin’s lap, positioning me right over his waiting cock.

Roman’s hands grasp my shoulders, urging me to sink down on his brother’s thick length. I gasp at the stretch, my palms splaying against his chest as I start riding him, glancing over my shoulder at Cherie and trying to match my rhythm with hers.

Knox might’ve been onto something with this voyeurism thing. I’m wound up tight, heat coursing through my veins, pooling in my core.

The familiar rustle of fabric sounds as Roman undresses, then steps closer, stroking my hair down my back. “You look incredible riding my brother’s cock like that,wife,” he rasps, a shiver racing up my spine as I hear the pop of a cap, followed by the sensation of lube being dribbled over my back hole. He spreads it around with a finger, teasing the rim before working his digit in.

I moan at the stretch, inner walls spasming at the anticipation for what’s to come.

“Give her more,” Knox groans, his cock thickening inside me. “The way her cunt grips me when you do that feels so fucking good.”

Roman complies, my body tensing under the pressure while I shift my gaze toward my friend and her husband. Anton has flipped Cherie around to ride him reverse cowgirl, both of their gazes fixed on their reflection in the glass french doors. He palms her tits, proudly displaying his wife’s body for all of us to admire. My heart skips a beat as he darts a glance in our direction.

I’m not sure which turns me on more– watching, or being watched. I make a mental note to explore that kink later, though Anton isn’t getting nearly as much of an eyeful of me as we are of his wife. I haven’t missed how the twins have been subtly blocking his view of me since this started. They’re not showing me off, they’re demonstrating their complete and utter possession over me.

Roman unfastens his slacks and the couch dips as he rests a knee on the cushion, positioning himself behind me. I feel the pressure against my back hole as he starts to push forward, gulping in air as he starts easing inside. The pain is exquisite; the pleasure euphoric.

Knox slows down his movements until his brother’s fully seated in my ass, then the two of them bracket my body, rutting into me with controlled tandem snaps of their hips until I can no longer discern where one of us begins and the other ends. We move as one, chasing the rapture of release.

I’m not sure if it’s the thrill of being in the same room with Cherie and Anton or just the sheer exhaustion of the evening we’ve had, but my climax slams into me like a rogue freight train, body clenching as I cry out. I come harder than I ever have in mylife, aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me like a live wire as I clench around my men, the two of them still pumping strong inside me, chasing their own releases.

Darkness tinges my peripheral vision, quickly spreading in from the edges until a veil of black hangs over everything. I don’t resist the shadows. There's not a single ounce of hesitation as I give myself over to them, once again succumbing to the dark.

35

The air is crisp with a renewed sense of energy, birds chirping from the trees of the nearby forest as I walk the manor grounds with Nox and Vesper trotting along at my heels. Spring is finally here. Bright yellow daffodils are starting to bloom in the garden, the crocuses coming to bud. The fragile skeletons of the last dead leaves from autumn blow away on the breeze as nature breathes new life into the estate, clearing the way for something new.

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