Page 154 of Tempt Her

My Dom sounds like a sex toy retail expert. The tablet and private room were my ideas in case customers were too shy to select items from the shelves. But Ford made it happen while Mateo prepared another fantasy room.

The second bedroom down the hall is still a bedroom—a luxurious one. It has a king-sized bed with the finest white sheets, luxe blankets, and plump pillows. He draped sheer white silk from the ceiling for me, framing the bed like a dream and adding a special touch of harnesses hidden under the mattress should we want to demonstrate those too.

And true to Mateo’s kink, there are chairs for an audience, lighting, and discreet tripods if you want to make videos, which we already have for Luke.

But now, it’s finally Luke’s turn. And he’s been patient. So patient, I almost don’t recognize him. It grips my heart, worrying about what he’s seen so far that has him maturing so fast, but he’s stronger too. Like he can hold his own against Ford and Mateo now.

Not that I think he wants to.

Luke craves being their Sub, though he flexes his muscles sometimes as my Dom too.

And fine by me. Just keep pleasing my pussy.

As Mateo carries me to him, Luke strips off his robe. His thick cock stands proud, impressing us all, as his ripped thighs straddle the chaise, his boot resting safely to the side.

“Gimme her ass,” he orders Mateo. “It’s my turn to fuck her.”

Yes, Luke’s getting powerful. He’s never fucked my ass, and it’s more than ready.

Mateo turns me, setting me down on Luke’s lap with my back to his concrete chest, my thighs falling open over his hulking legs.

Luca licks his lips at my glistening sex splayed open for him and Scarlett. They’re just feet away, and I swear they can see how I’m pulsing for this.

Like they can read each other’s minds, Ford appears by Luke’s side with a bottle of lube in his hand while he orders, “Let me prepare you.”

Ford squats down, pumping a generous amount of lube into his palm before he wraps it around Luke’s cock for all to watch as he starts stroking Luke’s shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Luke sighs. His body relaxes under mine, and he’s gained such stamina. He can indulge in pleasure for so long without blowing his wad as he used to fear. He even kisses me, fisting my hair while he toys with my nipple; it’s like he can last forever.

“Do you like my hand stroking your hard cock while they watch?” But Ford taunts him.

Luke lifts from my lips, answering, “Yes, sir.”

I look between my thighs as Ford gives Luke a hand job for all to see, and I realize…these men have never been public with their love before.

Even when we were at the sex club, and everyone was fucking around us, all genders with all bodies, they focused their touch on me, not each other.

I understand. I don’t know what it’s like to be a bi man in a sometimes phobic and violent world, but I know what it’s like not to feel safe.

So to watch this, Ford shamelessly stroking Luke off while Luca and Scarlett watch; it’s such trust.

Ford leans over, taking Luke into a deep kiss, and it makes me proud as Mateo comes over too. Leaning down, he gently grabs my neck while he takes me in a kiss. He leaves me feeling adored as he moves to kiss Luke next, sharing him with Ford.

And I want this so much—all of us together. I don’t care who sees. Let them. Let them see love. There is nothing wrong with it. It’s only so right and rare.

When Ford can tell Luke is tensing and holding back, he gives him relief. He lets go of his cock, only to stroke his slick fingers through my tingling pussy, teasing my ass too.

Ford kisses me, his tongue dancing in my mouth before he glosses his lips over mine. “What does our beautiful wife want?”

And I melt when he calls me that.

I love it when he calls me a whore because I own that word now. I own every damn pleasure and act I permit. Those slurs have lost all their power except the thrill they give me because I accept none of their shame.

But this? To be a wife again? I am in my heart. I’m married to all of them.

“I want Luke inside me, and you too,” I answer, holding on to Ford’s ocean eyes while I dare, “and I want Mateo insideyou. All four of us, connected.”

A dark wave rolls across his gaze. Ford’s never done that, not around me, but I know he has. Mateo told me he fucks Ford sometimes. But to let me see and feel it while others witness it too? To have no control? Especially in front of others?

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