"This is so lovely," Sarah Creston murmured. "I can't believe I'm doing this. You're a very talented lover."
Brett Andrews eased partially out of Sarah and slowly refitted himself deep inside her. With her top leg draped over his and her arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, he felt as if their newest playmate was trying to suck all of him into her body.
Sarah flashed a radiant grin before pecking at his lips and then craning her neck enough to kiss Jen's open mouth. Nestled against Sarah's backside, Jen was obviously enjoying flexing against Sarah's bare bottom, maintaining a rhythm that matched his own efforts.
"Believe it," Jen whispered, breaking their kiss. "You're a treasure. I'm so pleased you find my husband satisfying."
"Satisfying? Way beyond that. I can't believe I waited so long to meet you two." Sarah tilted her hips and ground against Brett. "Oh damn, I'm going to come again. I can't seem to stop coming."
Brett chuckled. "A terrible fate," he said, filling and refilling her, determined to take the lanky raven-haired widow to a plateau he knew she hadn't experienced recently. He quickened his pace and grinned at Jen, who fondled Sarah's nipple while burrowing a tongue into her ear.
"Come for us," Jen added. "Let us love you."
"I am," Sarah wailed. "You guys are wonderful. How can I ever repay... Oh. Oh. Oh. Now," she screamed, lunging against Brett.
He held on and he held back, letting himself have a small orgasm without ejaculating. The night was too young for that. "Oh Christ," he yelled, pumping into her once he'd passed the pivotal ejaculation moment. He climbed his own orgasm fueled by Sarah's squeals and his wife's cheers.
Shattered, he lay back a little without withdrawing from Sarah's heat. Even though her breathing faltered, Sarah seemed intent on gripping him tight and keeping him in place.
"Don't leave me," she whispered. "Not yet. Neither of you."
Through half closed eyelids, Brett saw Jen nibble on Sarah's earlobe.