Page 275 of A Song for You

“The most beautiful woman in the world,” he murmurs. As my orgasm wanes, his mouth is on mine again, and he licks across the seam of my lips, seeking entrance.

In a daze, it takes me a moment to realize Frank has moved from the couch. Beside us, the sounds of Frank’s zipper and the soft plop of his pants hitting the floor are barely audible over my heaving breaths.

Turning to the commotion, I open my eyes in time to watch him slide his boxers down his thighs, exposing his thick erection. I lick my lips as I stare at what can only be described as a beautiful penis.

Above me, Jay drops his head back and groans. “A fucking piercing. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I fold my lips in to contain my laughter, but when Frank chuckles, the giggles burst free, racking my body.

Jay presses his cheek to mine, and he tickles me and grumbles, “Wench.”

“I still love your cock, baby.”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh, now you’re giving me a pity compliment. Fuck that.” He holds his cock close to my face. “This thing is magnificent. Never heard you complain before.”

I laugh and lick my lips, then drop a kiss to the head. “And you never will,” I say, focused only on him, hoping he senses my sincerity. “Best husband ever.”

“Fucking right I am. Now go suck Frank’s cock so I can show you who fucks you better, wife.”

I accept his help up, and then I follow Frank to the bed in the corner of Jay’s office.

Frank settles against the headboard, his naked body a work of art I don’t shy away from. Without hesitation, I crawl up the mattress and between his thighs, knowing my husband is right behind me.

“Ass up, baby,” Jay directs.

I crane my neck and roll my eyes. “So bossy.”

He lands a swift smack to my ass in reprimand, and I pulse in anticipation of the next one, knowing he’s going to punish me for what I do next. With my hands planted on Frank’s thighs, I tilt forward and tip my chin, motioning him to meet me halfway. When he complies, gifting me with a searing kiss, I savor the taste of myself and let out a long, loud moan. Another slap hits my opposite cheek, then another and another, disciplining me for kissing someone else.

When I finally pull away, Frank wipes his lips and chuckles. Then he puts his arms behind his head, awaiting my next move. “Your husband might lose his mind if you don’t kiss him.”

I wink at him and bring myself up on my knees, my back to Jay’s front, and kiss him. He moans into my mouth as I bite down on his bottom lip and hold it between my teeth.

“Fuck,” Jay mutters when I let go and drop down to face Frank again. With one hand, I circle him. The cool metal of his piercings is a contrast to his smooth, hot skin. Tentatively, I lick up his shaft, pulling a hiss from him. I look back at Jay once more, waiting for possessiveness to mar his face and take over. Waiting for him to stop me. But he watches me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Like he’s enjoying this.

I swallow Frank’s cock, sucking him deep and relishing the way they groan in unison. Frank’s is full of pleasure, Jay’s guttural. Almost like he can’t bear to watch it, but he can’t bear to stop me. His tongue prods my entrance, then presses inside me, and I moan around Frank’s cock.

Our bodies move together. My hips buck as my husband fucks me with his tongue, and Frank’s hips rise to thrust into my mouth. It’s animalistic and wicked, and I love every second of it. The need inside me threatens to snap as Jay’s thick head swipes between my lips and he digs his fingers into the flesh of my hips to hold me in place.

“I want to fuck you while you do that,” he says, as if I’ll say no.

I preen for him, pressing my ass into him, begging for it. Needing it more with every swallow.

I groan as he presses inside me, and Frank swells inside my mouth at the sound.

The bedding around us should be ablaze. This illicit encounter makes my body burn. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. I’m beginning to wonder if you can handle what we have planned.”

Jay’s grunts are matched by Frank’s laughter. “She can take it.”

With another smack to my ass, Jay growls, “Straddle him, wife.”

I still my mouth and my rocking hips at his words, suddenly understanding with clarity what my husband meant when he said they were both going to fuck me.

Searching his gaze, I give a quick shake of my head. “No.”

He grasps the back of my neck and pulls me back until his lips are on mine and he’s kissing me languidly. Using his tongue, he eases me into the idea that he’s somehow turned into a reality.

“Jay, I’ve never…”