Page 123 of Tempt Her

“Hang on.” I’m in charge tonight. “We gotta get ready.”

I send Stacey off to Ford’s bedroom, where her gifts await. I make us put our suits back on because Ford and Mateo look hot-as-fuck in them, but this time, I insist we don’t wear shirts or ties. Just pants and jackets.

The toys for the night are in a big black and pink gift box on the dining room table. I tell Ford to pour the champagne I bought while Mateo puts on some music, and I set up two phones to record us again.

I’m gonna need this when I go in. One last night to remember.

But when Stacey finally stalks out of Ford’s bedroom, she’s a sight I’ll never forget.

Gone are those preppy sundresses she used to wear. I bought her the sexiest black dress I could find. It’s long. The lady at the store said it had “a daring, plunging neckline,” and it does. It barely covers Stacey’s gorgeous breasts, exposing her taut belly, and it tents my pants immediately.

“Dayum,” I sigh as she walks my way in the black heels I got her too. Her tan thigh peeks out from the long slit up the front, and wait until the guys see the lingerie she’s wearing underneath.

I hand her a glass of champagne. “What’s the role-play?” she asks, fingering my silk shawl collar. “I thought I’d find a naughty costume, not this gorgeous dress.”

Mateo and Ford approach with champagne in hand while I wrap my arm around Stacey’s silky waist. “Gentlemen, have you met my sexy wife? It’s our anniversary tonight.”

Stacey tosses her chin back, laughing. “Of course it is.”

“Baby,” I grin at her, “you may never marry one of us, but like hell if we ain’t gonna fuck you like you’re ours.” I kiss her neck. She’s twisted her hair up, making her even sexier.

“You have a beautiful wife, Mr. Branson,” Ford plays along. “Congratulations.”

“What are you giving your wife for your anniversary?” Mateo goes next with his sexy smile.

I steam over Stacey’s ear. “Everything she fucking wants.” I turn her around, holding her body to my chest while my free hand lifts the back of her dress.

Mateo and Ford lick their lips at my next surprise—the black thong with a string of pearls that disappear between Stacey’s full cheeks.

“My wife has always wanted to have her gorgeous ass fucked.” I look down at Stacey. Desire already hoods her stunning eyes. “Is that what my wife wants tonight? To have this hot ass fucked for the first time? And to let my friends do it in front of me?”

“My ass,” she coos, “and yours. My husband likes getting his ass fucked too, and it isouranniversary.”

She changes the game, anddamn, I love her.

Slowly, I kiss her lips. “Whatever my wife desires.” I set my glass down so I can cup both her ass cheeks. Spreading her open for their gaze. “Look at her pussy. It’s so wet and tight when I fuck it. Imagine what her ass is gonna feel like.” She rubs on me, making my cock ache, but I got too much control tonight. “Would you like to see more of my beautiful wife?”

“If it pleases her,” Mateo replies while he pulls the dining room chair away from the table, and it’s like he can read my mind.

I tell her, “Kneel on that soft chair, baby, and bend over a bit with your back to us.”

Stacey grins and tosses back the last of her champagne before she lifts her dress, elegantly taking the position.

“Gentlemen,” I lift her dress, leaving it to drape over her waist, “help me get my lovely wife ready for the dirtiest fuck of her life.”

I finger the pearls between her crack, rolling them one way then the next, knowing they’re rolling over her clit too, and her moan confirms it.

“Mr. Alexander,” I tease, “my wife loves having her sweet pussy eaten. Care to do the honors?”

Ford grins, setting his glass down, before kneeling in front of the chair. Gliding his fingertip across Stacey’s slick pearls, he says, “You have a beautiful whore for a wife, Mr. Branson.” He makes her moan every time he calls her that. “Your wife wants to be shared. You’re a lucky man.”

“You’re lucky and generous.” Mateo hooks his finger under Stacey’s chin, lifting her eyes to his. “Do you like being shared, ma’am? Do you want all of our cocks tonight?”

“Yes, Mr. Perez,” she answers. “Thank you for helping my husband. He’s so sweet, letting you fuck my ass and his.”

Stacey keeps doing it, switching the game, and I chuckle, giving her ass a playful spank. “My dirty wife sure likes disobeying orders.”

She giggles. “Keep smacking my ass, sweet husband, and I’ll be such a dirty slut for youandyour friends tonight.”

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