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“Please, go right ahead,” Gage said, backing away. “I’ll watch, if that’s okay.”
    Jamie didn’t answer but positioned himself above me and placed the head of his beautiful penis at my opening, moving it around with his hand, testing my wetness and desire. I shifted my body, trying to get him in.
    “All right,” he said, as if he were humoring someone unduly impatient. He pushed himself up on extended arms, then in, his length at first seeming too much, as it always did, filling my quivering body fully. I strained against him, tugging at his hips with my hands, thrusting myself at him, until I had every centimeter of his flesh inside me. He let his weight rest on me before he pulled back sharply, almost withdrawing, then pushed in again, slowly, while I writhed beneath him, eking out every sensation. He moved my hand to my clitoris, knowing I had the better angle to work it, and that it was time.
    “Jamie,” I panted. He liked that and pushed in faster. “Oh, Jamie…”
    “Come on, babe, do it. Come for me, come now, come on, let me see you come,” he chanted. “Do it, baby, come for me.”
    It didn’t take many strokes before the whole world paused, knowing that in a few seconds I would have an orgasm.
    “Yeah, babe, come big,” Jamie whispered, my one-man cheering section, as he pulled out nearly all the way.
    “Yeah,” Gage echoed.
    I’d forgotten the second man. Jamie thrust himself in quickly, watching my face, then did it again. That was all it took for me to climax, not a big one but big enough.
    He placed a soft kiss on my lips, then looked to one side. “She came. Could you see?”
    “Yeah,” Gage said, a little breathless. “Yeah, she’s so damned beautiful; you both are. I saw everything.”
    “Not yet, you didn’t,” my husband said, with a voice that held a wink. He pulled himself from me, massaging my wet lips with his hand, stroking the oozing center with one finger. “We’re just getting started. She can come two or three times, usually. Put it in her mouth.”
    Gage looked to me for permission, but I was already reaching for him and arranging him in accordance with my daydreams. He straddled my body, his knees and shins on the sheepskin beside my ribs, rising above me like an Adonis. I could take him in my lips by raising my head and bending my neck.
    Jamie toyed with me one-handed, careful not to arouse me so much that I couldn’t use my mouth well on Gage. I couldn’t see my husband, but his familiar touch held me at the right level. I had to rock my hips, tugging the sheepskin minutely, moving it toward my toes a quarter inch at a time.
    Filled with fantasies, passion, and Gage’s thickness, my head became heavy. He held it in his laced fingers, helping me, but my neck’s protests grew. I let his salty rod slide out and worked the tawny wet flesh with my hand, looking up at him. He eased my head down to the smooth stones Jamie and I had laid together.
    I found myself smiling at what else we were laying together.
    “Here, let me,” Gage said and bent forward, supporting his upper body on his hands as if he were going to crawl, his manhood bumping my lips. I took him in at once, my eyes fixed on his ebony pubic curls tapering to a line of fine black hairs that led to his navel and the scar off to one side.
    Jamie’s fingertip found my clitoris and massaged it so quickly it practically vibrated with need. He dipped a finger into my vagina, then eased it back to my clit, leaving a wet trail that felt as mystical as the silvery tracings of snails on our moonlit brick patio.
    God, how I loved that man. Jamie diverted my attention, juicing his finger in my sopping vagina once, twice, then touched the tip to my anus. He paused, murmuring “All of it, all of it…” so I attempted to engulf more of Gage’s length. How did those porn girls in the magazines in Jamie’s truck take the man right to the base?
    Above my head Gage moaned, dropping to his elbows. His thick