Luka sits back while Angelo stands. He pulls a tie from a drawer in his desk and wraps it over my eyes, effectively blinding me. Firm hands move me so I’m lying on my back across his desk. I feel exposed. They can see me but I can’t see them.
Fingers brush across my thighs, and with my other senses heightened, I can smell Angelo’s musky cologne and Luka’s soapy scent.
My ears pick up the sound of clothes being shed and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
“If you correctly guess whose cock is fucking you, you get to come, princess.” I shiver in anticipation. This is a game I can get on board with.
“Easy,” I scoff as I feel one of them step between my legs. Fingers grip my thighs, and a cock presses against my entrance. It inches inside me, and I hear a faint groan.Luka. My body is very familiar with the way he stretches me.
“Luka,” I moan. He chuckles as he bottoms out.
Angelo curses, but otherwise he and Kane remain silent.
“Correct, cupcake.” He rubs my clit as he fucks me, while a mouth sucks my breast. I’m so keyed up I come in seconds, gasping at the strength of my orgasm as Luka thrusts harder and then finishes with a low groan.
He withdraws before someone else steps into place. Muscular thighs force my legs wider apart, which tells me this is Kane. He slides into me before a large hand grips my breast.
“Does that feel good?” Luka asks from somewhere to my side.
“Of course it does,” I scoff, arching my back. “I love Kane’s cock.” There’s a low chuckle before a scratchy beard brushes over my nipple and he leans in to kiss me.
I lose myself in him as he fucks me slow and deep. Each drag of his cock takes me higher, and before long, I’m coming again. He doesn’t last much longer before he groans and stutters inside me.
Then he withdraws, leaving me bereft and empty.
“Saving the best for last?” I taunt as Angelo rips the tie from my eyes and bright light threatens to blind me.
He doesn’t bother replying. Instead, he thrusts inside me with a growl, not bothering with a condom. I should be annoyed at him taking such liberties with my fertility, but I’m too eager for a third orgasm to complain.
“My wife,” he snarls as he takes his pleasure from my body. “All mine.”
The other two roll their eyes and ignore his posturing. We all know he has no choice but to share me. It’s that, or he has none of me. I’ve been very clear on the topic.
Thea told me one of her guys refused to share at first, but now he doesn’t mind.
“I’m all yours,” I agree before his mouth claims mine.
And I am all his.
And also theirs.
When I come for the last time, I scream out my pleasure. Part of me hopes Cecelia’s back from lunch and she hears me. I know she still covets my husband, even though she and I are on better terms now and she has a boyfriend.
Does that make me a petty bitch?
Just as well I give no fucks.
“I hope one of you bastards plans to feed me,” I grouse when my husband helps me off his desk after gently wiping away the mess he made.
“Of course, princess. I have a table booked.”
“Thank sweet baby Jesus.” My stomach growls loudly in agreement.
“What my wife wants, she gets.”
“I saw a cute dog on Instagram the other day,” I begin before he cuts me off.
“No more pets!”
