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still new to the sport of ménage play and he liked it that way.
    Mack tucked his wife under the duvet and before Sawyer’s
cock sprang to action again he urged him out of the room. They didn’t speak as
they made their way to the living room to quickly put on their pants.
    Then they got to work cooking steaks on the barbeque. Tasha
had already made a garden salad and Sawyer found the wine Mack wanted to open.
They set the table and a few minutes later Tasha walked downstairs. This time
she wasn’t wearing her sexy red bikini but a long, sheer black teddy.
    “I think, Mack, your wife is trying to kill me.”
    Tasha giggled and then twirled around. Mack and he groaned
when they got a good look at her G-string through the sheer material. Her
bottom, still splotchy from her spanking, made him hard. Recalling how high in
the air her ass had been made his cock swell more with need.
    “I say forget the supper and let’s go straight for the
dessert.”
    “And what would that be?” asked Tasha as she gave him a
long, lazy look that had his balls tightening.
    “Keep it up, Tasha, and I’ll sit you on this table, spread
your legs and eat that pussy of yours until you scream for me to let you come.
And if I know Mack, he’s going to deny you for a good long while. Am I right,
Mack?”
    Mack moved forward and cupped his wife’s breasts in both
hands. “Oh, honey, you are sooo damn naughty. Don’t tempt me.”
    “Me, tempt you? Never,” she said, playfully scooting around
his side to take a chair. She sipped her wine like a lady but Sawyer knew
underneath lived a sexy wild woman in heat.
     
    Tasha felt well-loved and sexy as hell. They’d each taken
turns feeding her and she loved it. Between being plied with food, Sawyer had
moved his chair closer so his fingers could play with her body and he certainly
wasn’t shy. At the moment his fingers were sliding through her drenched pussy
causing her to squirm on her chair.
    “You having fun over there with my wife?” asked Mack, with a
knowing look that had Tasha playfully batting her eyes at him.
    “Oh he’s been playing me all night,” said Tasha.
    Sawyer removed his hand and held up his
glistening fingers so Mack could see the evidence of her wet pussy. “Your wife
is wanting some more play. That pussy of yours is soaked. Open up,” he said,
urging her to open her mouth so she could suck his fingers and lick her own arousal
off.
    “Oh baby, I’m so ready,” said Mack, moving out of his chair.
Like a gentleman he eased her out of her chair to the living room, but not
before pushing her hand against his rock-hard erection. Even through his jeans
she felt his shaft buck from her touch.
    “Are you as hard, Sawyer?” asked Tasha, loving playing the
tease.
    “Harder,” answered Sawyer as he rubbed his own erection.
    “So what should we do?” asked Mack, and the merriment in his
eyes made her heart seem light. While this weekend was supposed to be all about
her wants and desires, her husband needed this too. Getting to play out your
fantasizes in a safe environment, when the needs of all of them were being
considered, made Mack the fun guy to be around. Lately she hadn’t seen this
side of him. Between work and the demands of the children he’d become a bit of
a bear. Now though her bear planned to frolic.
    “Sawyer, it’s your turn to pick a bottle from the spice
rack,” said Mack.
    Tasha wet her lips and watched Sawyer pick up a vial. He
took out the small note and grinned before reading it out loud.
    “To test how much your lover knows you—one of you must be blindfolded,”
read Sawyer, quickly adding, “That would be you, Tasha.”
    Blindfolded? She gulped. Trusting the men explicitly
was one thing but having her sight taken from her when she longed to take her
fill of the men, another. But this was part of the game.
    Mack ran upstairs and returned within seconds with one of
his black ties. “We’ll use this.”
    “Shouldn’t we do this