“Yes,” I answered back—our eyes glued to each other.
“I want you to stand up, and remove your jeans, please.”
Oh.
Boy.
Nick removed his hands and mouth from my breasts.And, like the gentleman he was, he stood and helped me up.
The desire in this room was heavy.These men had looks in their eyes that I'd never seen before in my life.
My fingers landed on my jeans—and two sets of eyes immediately followed them.I undid the button and then the zipper.Then I pulled them down my thighs and stepped out of them completely.Leaving me in only the pink thong that matched my bra—which was now abandoned on the bed.
“Very good, Francesca.Now, I would like you to unbutton Nick's shirt, please,” my husband gave his next command.
I turned to a still standing Nick and set my hands on his chest.My fingers found the first button and opened it.And then another.And then another.
Until his shirt was completely open.Then I touched his chest, gliding my hands all over it.Feeling his hard muscles under my palms.Eventually, I swiped the shirt off his shoulders and pulled it off the rest of the way.
“Kiss her, Nick.Kiss her and touch her like you would any lover of yours.”
Nick didn't hesitate.He took me in his arms and crushed his mouth to mine.And he didn't take his time taking the kiss deeper and deeper.His hands roamed my body.
Over my breasts.
And then down to my behind, grabbing me there, too.
The only place he didn't touch me was the place I ached the most.
After a few minutes, Stefan issued another request.“On your knees, now, Francesca.”
I inhaled sharply against Nick's mouth.
And he—
Smiled.
I pushed away and nodded, then knelt down on my knees—waiting for more orders.
“Undo Nick's pants.And help him out of them.”
I swallowed and gazed up at Nick—who was currently staring down at me.My hands found his belt, and I undid that.Next, I worked on the button and zipper.
And then—
I pulled them down his legs.
“His boxer briefs as well, please,” Stefan advised.So, I curled my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled those down, too.
There was no denying the very large bulge in Nick's boxer briefs.And when I pulled them down over it—he sprang free.
Nick helped me after that, tugging his boxer briefs, pants, and socks off for me.
“Nick needs to be hard for the next activity after this.He'll need your help with that, Francesca.Put my best friend's cock in your mouth, please.Suck on him until he's nice and hard.”
In my opinion, Nick already looked plenty hard.But I still reached over and wrapped my fingers around him.Or as far as they would go, anyway.Then I opened my mouth and sucked him in.
“Christ, your mouth feels good.”Nick's hand grabbed the back of my head.His other hand joined it, and he helped move me up and down his shaft.His manly musk filled my nose.It was different than what Stefan smelled like.Nick had a spicy scent to him.I wasn't sure if it was his soap or cologne.Or a mixture of both.
