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like you’re the one licking me, exactly the way I like it. But you’re paying so much attention to my breasts—”
    “Say ‘tits,’ babe. It sounds dirty coming from you.”
    “The way your hands are squeezing my tits is so hot.”
    “He’s licking your pussy just like I do it?”
    Jack was. His tongue was pointed and hard, and he was tracing each inner lip in turn before attacking my clit in fast waves. When it seemed like I was about to come, he would stop and use his lips to nibble, but when my hips settled down he went back to licking.
    “Yes. Oh god, Ryan. Ryan, Jack. Guys, I can’t…”
    “You can. Go, Lila. Come hard, honey.”
    I was moaning and my body felt cold. All my heat was centered on my hot, wet cunt. Jack’s hands were firmly bracing my thighs, but under his hands I was shaking. One of his hands let go, and I felt two fingers sliding into me.
    Ryan’s husky voice was in my ear. “Come hard, Li, come for us. Tell us how good this feels.”
    I let go. I gave a long, shuddering cry, and everything inside of me shook free. I came as hard as Ryan asked, riding a powerful orgasm in waves. Both of my husbands kept their hands still but firmly on or in my body, exactly as I liked it best. My internal muscles convulsed around Jack’s fingers. Even after the orgasm ended, my hips moved with the aftershocks. I whimpered, wanting more.
    “Take her, Ryan. She needs you.”
    “I know.”
    I opened my eyes and saw Ryan unsnapping his shorts. I reached for him greedily. I wanted his cock inside me while I was still throbbing and wet.
    He slid inside me and groaned in relief. So did I. The sensation of fullness, of his power so close to me, gave me a feeling of completeness.
    I turned my head to the side and saw Jack kneeling there. He had his pants unbuttoned, and his own penis was in his hand. It was thinner than Ryan’s, although still thick, and longer. I licked my fingers and reached out for him. I didn’t know his body the way he knew mine, but as my fingers closed around his shaft, he moaned.
    “Yeah, Lila. That’s good. So good, honey. Squeeze me tight,” said Jack.
    For each of Ryan’s movements, I tried to move my hand on Jack in the same way. It didn’t last for long, though, because Ryan had been ready to come before he’d gotten his pants off. The feeling of my husband’s slick cock pumping in and out was too good. I couldn’t hold still, and I rocked my hips back and forth in time with his rhythm.
    Ryan’s back arched and he called out my name. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed him tight. He shuddered, then relaxed. His weight on my body was, in some ways, my favorite part of our sexual relationship. The feeling of his pubic bone flattening my clit made me jump a little.
    “Mmm, you could go again, couldn’t you?” whispered Ryan.
    “Yeah,” I admitted.
    He glanced over at Jack and looked back at me with raised eyebrows.
    “I don’t know. But at the very least…well, if you really don’t mind?”
    “I don’t. It was my idea, babe.” Ryan kissed me deeply and fondled one of my breasts as he moved away from me.
    When I’d moved my hand away from Jack, he’d taken himself in hand. But some part of our intent must have been clear, and he had stopped moving. His long cock rose from thick, light brown curls.
    I wanted him. I wanted him even more knowing I had my husband’s blessing. I patted the futon. “Lie down, Jack.”
    He did, with a smile for me and a look of gratitude for Ryan. He lay back and I straddled his knees. I meant to touch him slowly and give him the same pleasure he’d given me, but I was too excited. I opened my mouth and took as much of his cock in as I could.
    He smelled incredible. Fresh musk, soap and something like cinnamon. I remembered the cinnamon smell from the Christmas where I didn’t kiss him, and the scent brought me back to that night. I moaned and flicked my tongue as I moved my head up and down. He was too long for me to