"What now?" she asked, barely able to speak.
"You might want to kiss him," Gary suggested, a smile tugging his lips.
Swallowing, Jeanne turned to the other man. Her breath caught at the love in his eyes. Restraint gone, she moved into his arms and felt him trembling against her, felt Gary's tacit approval of her actions.
"God, I'm so hungry for you," Rob whispered into her hair, and her breath caught at his words.
"Taste her," Gary suggested softly from behind them. "Lick between her legs. There isn't anything better than the taste of a woman when she's aroused and creaming for you. How about it, Jeanne? Are you ready to let another man taste between your legs? Because the thought of you being eaten by someone else is getting me harder."
The thought was getting her wetter, too. The heat of both men on her body, combined with their varying scents made her a slave to her desire, and she was unable to speak because of the sensations whirling through her body.
"I've never gone down on a woman before," Rob said, a little hesitantly.
"I can help you through that," Gary said, in a soft, matter-of-fact tone. "When you do this, make sure you lick, rather than suck."
"I'm here," Jeanne managed to interject. She pushed away from Rob, rolled over on her back and looked up at Gary. "I can tell him what I like. You don't have to talk around me."
Gary let out a soft laugh. "You're not doing a whole lot of talking right now, lover. It's okay, though. You just lie there and enjoy it, okay? Slowly and gently is the way to go with her, Rob. And it also helps if she's undressed."
Gary reached under her nightgown and in a single movement, slid it over her head and threw it off the bed. Lying behind her, Gary held her hands together above her head and fondled her breasts, tugging on the turgid peaks. Rob leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, sucking at it. Pulses of heat rammed through her body at both men's actions and Jeanne cried out, arching her back.
"Caress her with your lips," she heard Gary suggesting. "Move down her body while you do it. She loves that."
A dim part of Jeanne was grateful for Gary's tutelage. Desire swamped her like a wave, robbing her of the power of speech. Rob did as her husband directed, moving his lips and tongue slowly between her breasts and down over her belly and mons, nibbling, licking, caressing her flesh on the way. Jeanne jerked against Gary's restraining hands on her wrists as Rob's wet caresses fired her nerve endings. As Rob placed himself between her legs, Jeanne arched involuntarily at the feel of his hot breath on her soaking nether regions.
"Gary..." she called out. "Oh, my Jesus. Gary..."
"It's okay, babe." His voice was husky with his own need, his own arousal. "I'm here for you. Let him explore. Let him taste. God, you look beautiful right now..."
Jeanne gasped as she felt Rob's tongue touch her crease, almost tentatively, then slowly lick up and down it. Then the man became bolder, moving deeper between her swollen nether lips to taste. As she cried out from the intensity of the physical sensations, she felt Gary tremble beside her.
"French her, Rob," he urged hoarsely. "French kiss down there. As if you were kissing her mouth."
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