Stefan chuckled beside me and took my lips in a soft kiss.“Now, kiss Nick like that, Chesca.Please?For me?”
Nick touched the side of my face and kissed me.Softly.Just like Stefan had.
Then Stefan kissed me again.
Harder this time.
Deeper.
Definitely with more intent.
When he let go of me, I was breathless.He turned my head toward Nick.And then Nick kissed me the same way.
“Nick, undo her blouse for me, please.I want you to see how beautiful my wife is,” Stefan ordered his best friend.
What—the heck did Stefan just say?
Nick's lips left mine, and he looked at Stefan.“Gladly, my friend.”Then he gazed at me—his eyes moving down to my cleavage.“I've been waiting so long to see you, Francesca.”
I looked at Stefan, and he nodded.His gaze was full of so much heat, I thought I might incinerate right here.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
He really wanted his best friend to see me.
My eyes drifted over to the other couch to see Carlo ridding Eve of her black blouse.And—the black bra.Eve's hands eagerly pulled on the hem of Carlo's T-shirt.Carlo helped her and yanked it over his head—displaying his very large, very muscular chest.
Eve's hands instantly started touching him like the world was ending in five minutes, and this was their last chance to be together.
Except for the fact that Carlo was—not—her husband.
No.
Her husband was over here.
Undoing my blouse.
There weren't that many buttons, so it didn't take him long.And when he undid the last button, his hand gently brushed the sides of my blouse over.One at a time—displaying my breasts to him.
“You look beautiful in this, Francesca.”Nick's fingers lightly brushed over my bra cup.“But I would very much like to see you without it.”Nick grinned at me.
“Oh, Carlo.Yes,” Eve moaned, and I peered over to see her lowering herself down onto his enormous cock.In the meantime, Carlo was feasting on her huge breasts, obviously enjoying his work.
“But—they're—” I stuttered, unable to find the words for what I wanted to say.I mean—these men on either side of me obviously saw what Carlo and Eve were doing.
Nick couldn't miss seeing his wife—his wife—impaling herself on his best friend's cock.
“Enjoying themselves?”Nick said with a smirk.“Yes, Francesca.They are.And so are we.”The back of his fingers glided over one breast, and then the other.
Stefan touched my arm and said, “This?”He held up his left hand and pointed to the ring I'd just given him.Then he picked up my left hand and touched my ring between his fingers.“Mean I'm your husband, and you're my wife.You belong to me.And I belong to you.But all of us also love each other.Deeply.”
I bit my lip and said, “Stefan, there's a high chance that ring will turn your finger green in a week.”
Nick chuckled.“Ah, there's the mouth that you've spoken of.”