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she almost came
when two fingers twisted each nipple.
    “Holy fuck, guys, I’m about to come,” said Tasha, as she
fought with her body to gain control.
    Instantly whoever had been touching her
stopped. A chill covered her heated body while her pulse, still quaking with
need, settled. She knew whoever had been touching her had done it on purpose to
let her regroup.
    A few minutes later new hands were on her. They greedily
played with her already achy nipples but they were soft and tender as they explored
every crevice of her body, from the undersides of her knees to the soles of her
feet. He brought each toe into his mouth and sucked them like he’d done to her
breasts. While he played with her legs he snaked a finger up to dip it deep
into her wet cunt. Tasha tilted her pelvic bone to give him better access. That
tight buildup toward a climax began.
    “Can I come?”
    Again the man backed off.
    She panted, slightly frazzled and beginning to feel the
edges of frustration. Twice she’d been at the brink and twice they’d stopped
it.
    Still blindfolded, she heard the men step to her side.
    “Who was the first guy?” That voice belonged to her hubby.
    Tasha gulped. She’d tried hard to pay attention but she wasn’t
one hundred percent. She’d thought it would have been easy but both men knew
how to play her body and they both had long fingers and gentle strokes.
    “Tasha, your answer.”
    “Mack. Mack was the first guy,” said Tasha, biting her lip.
    “Wrong,” said Sawyer, as he gripped her middle to whisper
that one titillating word in her ear.
    Tasha lifted the blindfold. “I’m so sorry, Mack.”
    Mack laughed. “Don’t be. I’m okay with it. Not like I’d probably
be able to tell if I had two women playing with me.”
    The sudden vision of two women—one being her—playing with
her husband was oddly erotic. Tasha vowed to save that disclosure for another
time.
    “I’m not sorry at all. At some point before this weekend is
over I get to have you all to myself.”
    Tasha gulped while looking at her husband who simply nodded.
It was one thing to fantasize about it but another when reality had a time
line. Being alone with Sawyer would make it more intimate and she didn’t want
to hurt her husband’s feelings.
    “Ah, now Tasha I can see you thinking miles ahead. Mack can
stand outside the door if that makes you more comfortable.”
    Tasha laughed. “I’m not too sure he’d be comfortable.”
    “Probably hard as a fucking stone. I’m okay with it. A bet’s
a bet. Now let’s begin the play. You, my sexy woman are going to show us men
how you come.”
    “I thought you guys might have forgotten,” said Tasha.
    Sawyer helped retie the blindfold while Mack eased her down
into her favorite chair. “Spread your legs for us Tasha and show us that wet
pussy of yours.”
    Tasha didn’t know what was worse. Almost coming standing up
or being forced to play with herself for fulfillment. She longed to see them
naked but until she played her part in this spice game she’d have to suffer
with her imagination.
    “Okay, I’ll play with myself but you guys have to strip and
then…no touching yourself.”
    “Fuck,” they both said in unison but seconds later she took
great delight in hearing the sound of pants being chucked.
    “Are you naked?” She knew they were but
playing dumb could be fun.
    “Yup,” said Mack and Sawyer.
    “How do I know for sure?” she said as she positioned her
legs on either side of her chair. She heard them both groan while she gave a
light pass with her hand over her own pussy.
    “We are,” said Mack.
    “Prove it. Bring me that cock,” said Tasha, adding an
authoritative tone to her voice.
    “You want it, you got it, darlin’,” said Sawyer tilting her
head to the side. “Open up,” he demanded, and she did, loving the feel of his
thick cock as it brushed the inside of her mouth. She pulled him in deep and
sucked hard. They weren’t holding her hands so she