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  After the initial shock of that first kiss, the first embrace, it all felt right.

  Especially having Yasmine here with him. He flicked his middle finger over her clit, and she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulder through his shirt. Her face was a mask of pleasure, and she was close to coming again. He knew her look, her heavy-lidded gaze, the scent of her cunt when she was about to orgasm.

  Then he glanced at Jerry. He stood tall, proud, and naked a few feet away. His cock was hard, straight, gorgeous. His hazel eyes were darker than Brock had ever seen them, his pupils dilated with lust. He wanted to see Jerry with his wife. He didn’t know why, really, since up until just minutes ago the thought of any other man touching his woman could send him into a fit of jealousy, but Jerry was different. He was a friend. He couldn’t separate tonight from their friendship. He couldn’t imagine Jerry as a stranger, a nameless sex partner. As much as he’d fantasized about being with a man over the years, he honestly couldn’t believe he’d let any other guy get close enough to kiss him, let alone stick his dick in his mouth. But he wanted more of Jerry’s cock, and he wanted to share it all with Yasmine.

  He pulled his hand from between her legs and pulled her skirt down over her hips. “Leave the boots on, babe,” he said softly when she reached for the zipper at the side of one thigh-high boot.

  “Definitely leave ’em on,” Jerry said. “God damn, girl, those are hot.”

  Brock ran his hand down the back of her thigh, loving the softness of the kid leather warmed by her body. Yasmine pulled her top off and tossed it on the floor, then reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, which she let fall off her arms and onto the floor, too. Brock stood and nuzzled one bared breast with his lips and nose, breathing in her scent.

  She reached for his jeans and shoved them down over his ass along with his underwear.

  Toeing off his shoes, he raised his head and kissed her softly. She moaned and unbuttoned his shirt. He had to pull away from her to shrug out of his shirt and pull his jeans and socks off. When they were naked, they both looked toward Jerry.

  Jerry grinned and stepped toward the bed. “You two are about the sexiest couple I’ve ever met.” He lay down on his back in the center of the bed, then crooked his finger at them. “Sit on my face, Yas. I want to taste that gorgeous cunt.”

  She flicked a glance at Brock, and he gave her a quick nod of approval. “Anything you want, babe,” he whispered, just as she’d promised him anything he wanted. It seemed tonight they both wanted the same thing. Jeremy Dorst.

  Yasmine crawled up onto the bed and threw one leg over Jerry, straddling his chest. His hands came up, cupped her gorgeously round butt cheeks, and maneuvered her closer to his mouth. Jerry was tan, but his hands looked pale next to Yasmine’s light mocha glow. The contrast was fucking sexy. Brock always loved the difference in their skin.

  When Yasmine lowered herself against Jerry’s mouth, both moaned. Brock’s cock pulsed, and for an instant, he thought about taking her in the ass while Jerry ate her cunt, but then Jerry’s dick caught his attention. It was so long and solid, its base nestled in a sandy brown cushion of hair, the tip almost reaching Jerry’s bellybutton. Brock climbed onto the bed between Jerry’s spread thighs, sprawled out face-down, and nuzzled Jerry’s balls with his lips. Jerry’s cock jumped, and his hips rose a bit at the touch. Brock sucked one testicle into his mouth, and Jerry made a strangled sound, which caused Yasmine to whimper. The erotic noises

  the two emitted caused Brock’s testicles to tighten and his cock to throb against the mattress. He refrained from grinding himself against the sheets, because when he came again, he wanted more than satin and his own flesh surrounding his dick.

  Yasmine’s whimpers turned to long, drawn-out moans that marked her nearing completion. When Brock glanced up from Jerry’s crotch to see her ass thrusting against Jerry’s face, he groaned around Jerry’s thick cock, which made Jerry’s balls tense in his palm. God, this was good. All of it was fucking fantastic. The taste of Jerry’s cock, the sweet-tangy slickness of his pre-cum, watching his wife ride Jerry’s face…

  Yasmine squealed, her ass cheeks tensed, and she stopped moving and gripped the wrought iron railing near her head. Jerry’s finger slid into Yasmine’s ass, and from Brock’s position, he could see how fast Jerry’s jaw worked as he licked her cunt. Her breath released on a deep moan, and her body wilted a little, her muscles relaxing. Still Jerry licked her pussy, but slower now.

  Brock realized he’d been so enthralled by his wife’s climax he’d all but forgotten Jerry’s cock. He licked the head, took it deep, but he wasn’t as talented with the deep-throating as Jerry had been.

  “Turn around,” Brock heard Jerry say, and he glanced up again.

  Jerry was talking to Yasmine, though, not him.

  Brock sucked Jerry’s cock and watched his wife go up on her knees and a little clumsily turn around so she straddled Jerry, facing Brock.

  “That’s it, Yas,” Jerry said. “Now let B taste that gorgeous cunt.”

  She moved down the bed toward Brock on her knees, straddled Jerry’s lean waist, and stuck her cunt right in Brock’s face. Brock fisted Jerry’s cock and raised his head to press his lips against Yasmine’s hot, wet folds. Her sweet cream coated his tongue. He went up on one elbow and wrapped his free arm around her to pull her even closer. She rose up on her knees, and Brock had to let go of Jerry’s dick in order to keep his connection with her pussy and push up on his arm. He licked, he suckled, he nibbled. Her hands went to his hair and clenched it in fists, tugging against his scalp the way he loved her to do.

  Brock heard something rustle, but he ignored it, couldn’t seem to get enough of Yasmine’s lusciously swollen folds, her sweet essence, her

  deep moans and the way she bucked against his face as yet another orgasm neared.

  And then she went down in a hard thrust and screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm broke over her, her hot sweetness covering Brock’s face. He felt Jerry’s legs flex along his sides, and he realized she was sitting on Jerry’s dick, that Jerry was the one who took her up the ass. Brock pulled back just a moment to see, to watch Jerry’s thick cock disappear into his wife’s ass.

  “Oh fucking God,” Brock muttered, his own balls so tight he thought they’d explode.

  Yasmine jerked at his hair, and he had little choice but to go up onto his knees or lose hanks off his head. She ground her mouth against his, moaning, whimpering, her breath catching with each movement of Jerry’s hips.

  Then she lay back, pulling Brock down over her, her head resting on Jerry’s chest, and said, “Fuck me.”

  Brock slammed into her in one hard thrust, barely stifling his shout at how fucking tight she was with a dick up her ass.

  She screamed and clawed at his shoulders.

  Jerry shouted and thrust up hard, raising both Yasmine and Brock off the bed. Then Jerry’s big, masculine hand was behind his head again, pulling him down until he let his arms collapse, and Jerry’s mouth was on his, his tongue in his mouth, and the combined flavor of Yasmine’s juices and Jerry’s masculinity did him in. With one hard thrust, he spurted into his wife’s cunt, a shout of pure ecstasy lost into Jerry’s mouth.

  He pulled out as soon as he could, the stimulation almost too much, and moved to the side so he didn’t squash Jerry with his and Yasmine’s combined weight. But Jerry didn’t keep fucking her ass.

  Instead, he lifted her off him, set her on the other side of him from Brock, and then went up on his knees and kissed Brock again. Deep and hard.

  His hands roamed down over Brock’s sides, back and ass. The intensity shocked him. It was almost as sensual as the hottest, most unexpected kisses from his wife. He let himself fall into it and raised his arms to loop them around Jerry’s neck, pulling him down over him as he would if it were Yasmine.

  Jerry stretched out against him, half on top of him, and it was the weight of his body that brought him back a little. Made him think for an instant, I’m k
issing a man and totally loving it. Jerry’s dick was still hard and now pressed between them. Brock hadn’t recovered enough to get another boner, wasn’t sure he could get a third in one night. Hadn’t done that since he and Yas were first married and couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

  But then Yasmine’s small, gentle hand closed around his flaccid cock, and he thought that just maybe he could, eventually…

  Jerry slowed the kiss, eased the pressure a little, then nibbled at his lips. Holy fuck, it was sexy. He was sexy. Brock ran his hand over Jerry’s bicep, loved the way his muscles bunched. Sure, he and Jerry were built a lot alike, but it was different to touch someone else.

  Jerry pulled back and looked at Brock. “You’re a fucking good kisser, you know that?”

  “My wife tells me so,” he responded with a grin.

  “Mmm-hmm!” Yasmine agreed. She was just on the other side of him now, stretched out against him, her fingers lazily toying with his cock. “Isn’t he though?”

  Brock’s cheeks grew a bit warm, having these two talk about him like that, but it was exciting as all hell, too.

  Jerry winked. “Be right back.” He rolled to the side of the bed and removed the condom from his still-solid cock, dropped it into the small wastebasket by the nightstand, then headed toward the bathroom door on the far wall. So that was the rustling sound he’d heard. They’d discussed protection, and it’d been agreed that all contact with Jerry would be well covered. Of course, at the time, there’d been no thought of Yasmine being involved.

  “You’re really okay with this?” Yasmine whispered in his ear.

  “You’re fine with him fucking me, too?”

  Brock threaded his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck and turned his head to kiss her. She moaned, and her grip tightened around his cock, bringing it back to life, if only a little. “Babe,” he murmured against her mouth, “watching him fuck you did me in.” They smiled against each other’s lips.

  “Watching him kiss you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she admitted. “Especially after he just ate me like he did. Knowing you could taste me on him.”

  “Oh fuck, babe…” His cock grew, thickened. Round three might actually be possible.

  The bed dipped when Jerry returned, and the scent of soap permeated the air. He’d cleaned up for whatever came next. Yasmine pulled away, and Brock turned his head to look at Jerry, again stunned by the man’s sheer hotness. His masculinity. The fact he still sported one hell of a hard-on.

  “Looks like Yas is getting you ready again,” he said with a half grin. He reached toward the nightstand and lifted his drink to his lips for a couple of sips. “Need anything?”

  Brock shook his head. Just more Jerry. He lifted his hand and laid his palm over Jerry’s pec, brushing his nipple with his palm, then fingertips. The little dark bud tightened, and Jerry sucked in his breath.

  “Do it again,” he muttered, then downed the rest of his drink.

  Brock pinched Jerry’s nipple while he watched Jerry’s face. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flared. Did he honestly turn Jerry on as much as Jerry did him? Then Jerry reached out and touched Brock’s head, kind of a pet, the type of action Yasmine often did. It confused him a bit, because it was the second or third time there’d been this strange softness in Jerry’s actions, in his gentle gaze. As if there was more to tonight than just an anonymous—or pretending to be anonymous—fuck.

  But then Jerry’s hand tightened in his hair, the way Yasmine’s had earlier. Brock responded by tweaking Jerry’s nipple hard. Jerry made a face, a grimace of pleasurable pain. He tugged at Brock’s hair more, causing a little pain, then reached with his other hand and pinched Brock’s nipple hard.

  “Fuck,” Brock muttered as he went after Jerry’s other nipple. At the same time, Yasmine took his cock in her mouth and sucked hard. His dick practically sprang to full hardness, and he grunted at the shock of it.

  “You’re one sick motherfucker, aren’t you, B?”

  Brock laughed at Jerry’s comment. “No sicker than you. You into pain?” He tugged on Jerry’s nipple, making Jerry hiss through his teeth.

  Jerry’s response was to grab some of Brock’s chest hair and pull. Brock groaned. He and Yasmine had gotten into some S&M not too long ago. It was still new to them, but they’d found they both liked it now and then.

  Especially…

  Brock shoved up on one elbow, leaned forward, and bit Jerry on the hip.

  “Ahhh,” was Jerry’s response as he tugged at Brock’s hair.

  Yasmine, obviously not wanting to be left out, let go of his cock with her mouth and bit his inner thigh.

  “Yeahhh…”

  He heard a slap, and realized Jerry had smacked Yasmine’s ass when he heard her moan. She loved to be spanked. He preferred her to use a flogger on him rather than her bare hand, but this was good, too.

  And the biting—he grabbed a handful of her hair when she bit his other thigh, right up near his balls. Lust shot through him, and he pulled her up so her face was near his chest. She took the clue and latched onto his nipple, first sucking hard, then with her teeth. His cock jumped in response, and then Jerry leaned over him. “Do it to me,” Jerry said. “Like I was Yasmine.”

  Brock closed his teeth over Jerry’s tight little nipple, flicked the tip with his teeth, sucked it hard, then bit down even harder.

  “Fuck yeah…”

  Yasmine moved to his other nipple and bit. Brock let go of her hair to reach up and twist Jerry’s other nipple so it wasn’t ignored. And Jerry slapped Yasmine’s ass, making her squeal and grind her hot, wet pussy against Brock’s thigh.

  Jerry held Brock’s head against his chest, pressing his mouth against his nipple, so Brock bit harder, suckled harder.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Jerry said, his voice a gravelly deepness Brock had never heard before.

  “Do it,” Brock said, jerking his head back and meeting Jerry’s eyes.

  “Fuck me. It’s what I’ve been waiting for.”

  “First I want to see you take Yas up the ass.”

  Yasmine released Brock’s nipple and ground herself against his thigh, whimpering, her hair in wild disarray around her head, so fucking sexy. “Fuck my ass, honey. Fuck it hard like I like it.”

  Brock grabbed Yasmine around the waist and tossed her to the side so hard she bounced on her belly and giggled. He went up on his knees behind her, pulled her to her knees, and slammed his cock into her ass.

  She buried her face in the pillow and screamed. He didn’t slow, he knew how she liked it, and the way her ass muscles clenched around his cock made his eyes cross. But he’d already come twice, and his stamina was real damn good now, so he slammed into her again and again, reveling in her heat and her screams of, “More! ”

  But then he felt hands on his hips, and his steady pumping faltered.

  “Keep going, B,” Jerry urged as he moved up behind Brock on his knees.

  “Harder, damn it!” Yasmine shouted when he’d slowed. So he picked up his pace again, holding her by the hips to keep her steady.

  Behind him, Jerry’s hands moved over his back, his sides, his ass in a caress almost too light for his state of mind. He was a little terrified now that he knew the time was at hand for Jerry to take him up the ass, but he was also hotter and more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.

  Then a finger touched his anus, and he thrust into Yasmine so hard she slid forward a couple of inches and cried out, “Yes!”

  That finger moved away, then returned, slickened by lube, and slid into his ass.

  He grunted. It wasn’t the size or anything, for Yasmine had often massaged his prostate during play, and he’d used the butt plug this past week. It was the simple fact that he was fucking the hell out of his wife while a man stuck his finger up his ass. Again, it should all be wrong, but it felt so fucking right!

  A second finger joined the first, and Brock’s balls drew up tight. “I won’t last…” He g
ritted his teeth and concentrated on Yasmine, on her pleasure. So he reached beneath her and rubbed her clit.

  She squealed again, panting like a marathon runner, her hair plastered to her face by sweat. God, she looked hot!

  And then Jerry’s cock entered his ass. The thick, spongy head first, stretching him.

  “Ah…uh…shit…” He stopped moving.

  Yasmine screamed in what sounded like fury and shoved back against him, which pressed Jerry’s cock deeper into his ass.

  “Keep moving, B, or you’ll both be sorry.”

  So he did, or tried to, but Yasmine had set up her own pace already, rocking back against him hard, her grunts a sure sign she was close to climax again. Then Jerry slid in farther and rubbed up against his prostate.

  “Oh, shit,” Brock muttered as heat seemed to engulf his entire body.

  “Feels good, don’t it?” Jerry asked in little more than a whisper in his ear.

  All Brock could do was hold onto his wife’s hips for dear life and nod.

  “Then how do you like this?” Jerry wrapped one arm around Brock’s waist, splayed his hand wide over Brock’s stomach, then withdrew and slammed home again.

  Brock lost his breath.

  His wife pleasured herself on his cock while Jerry fucked his ass. It was too incredible for words. Sensations he never knew existed. Filled and fulfilling. More pleasure than could be humanly possible. But then Jerry started to pump into him with the same hard rhythm Yasmine used, slamming into him front and back in unison, and it was too much.

  He knew he shouted, might have even whimpered like Yasmine, but when his balls exploded and his cock erupted into Yasmine’s ass, he was bent over her with Jerry’s cock slamming into his ass so hard he saw stars.

  Jerry’s shout was loud, echoed through the room, and then the three of them collapsed to the side, Brock curled around his wife, and Jerry’s arms around Brock’s waist, his cock still buried in Brock’s ass.

  * * * * *

  A soft kiss to his ear and a masculine hand run down over his arm.

  “Thank you,” Jerry whispered.