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  “I’m crying because this is so beautiful.”

  “Nothing is more beautiful than you are. Right this moment.”

  He kissed her again, slowing his thrusts—which only made them more pleasurable.

  Those balls rolled up inside her, all over her, as if they were dozens of fingertips touching every nerve ending she had.

  “I love you, Deb.” Jack groaned as he slid his cock out until just the tip was still inside her.

  “More, Jack. Faster. Harder.”

  He needed no extra encouragement. All of a sudden, Jack was moving in and out so fast, his hips jerking, his moans louder than hers, and Debra could feel it building. The tension coiled, her pussy swelled around him. Whatever these things were, they were going to use them every single time.

  And then he rammed one right up against her womb with the very tip of his dick.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he growled, pounding that same spot with that same tiny ball as if it were caught in his slit.

  And that image took her over the edge. Jack continued to pound into her, dragging those balls with him, each one causing its own ripple of desire, but it was that one hitting her G-spot that gave her the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

  “Jack!” she cried as her legs flared open, her knees locking and wave after wave of pure sensation rolled through her, making her throb, surge, clench around him.

  “That’s it, Deb. Take it. Ride it.”

  She grasped the sheets beside her hips and dug her nails in, holding on for dear life as her body spasmed around him, as it arched up into his thrusts, needing every stroke, every ounce of pleasure he could give her.

  And when she thought she had it all, had come all she could, that there was nothing left, Jack surprised her even more when he came.

  That tiny ball exploded against her passage like a pinball bouncing pleasure everywhere it hit as his cum shot into her, mingling with her own cream, giving Jack the most perfect wetness to fuck her with.

  “God, Debra!” He pounded and pounded, his breath labored as if running a marathon, and he couldn’t seem to stop fucking her.

  That was okay, she’d take Jack for as long as she could get him.

  Sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on her already sweat-slicked chest, the glide of his wetness along her nipples enhancing the sensation he was creating in her pussy.

  “Grab my dick, babe,” he said, still fucking her.

  She clenched her inner muscles and smiled when he reared back onto his knees and grabbed her hips, now pounding her into him. The headboard banged against the outside wall every time he pulled her off him before impaling her once more, and Debra was glad the Bechtels were away. She didn’t need the sly looks Rich Bechtel gave her on occasion after a particularly headboard-banging night.

  “Yeah, babe, that’s it, grab me some more.”

  Debra tried to match his rhythm, but he was too fast, so she let herself ride his tempo, clenching when she could and moaning because she had to.

  And then Jack buried himself inside her and arched back, his fingers gripping her hips so tightly, and he poured himself into her on one long drawn out utterly primal groan.

  “Jesus,” he said at last.

  “No, Debra.” Her lips twitched when she said it. “Your wife, remember?”

  Jack opened one eye and looked at her. His fingers tightened briefly on her hips. “As if I could forget.”

  He released his hold then, letting her body sink back onto the mattress and he slipped out of her just a little.

  She clenched him again.

  “Ah, Deb,” he hissed. “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Not for a very long time, I’m not.” She wrapped her legs around him. “And certainly not before you do that to me again. That was amazing. What are those things you put in me?”

  He wiggled his hips, getting her to unlock her ankles. “They’re your surprise.”

  “They certain were.”

  “Oh, the surprise isn’t over yet.”

  “Huh?”

  Jack pulled out of her body—that was a surprise. Usually he didn’t like to pull out until she asked him to.

  He sat on the bed with her right leg on his shoulder, keeping her open for the finger he slid inside her.

  He drew the beads out slowly. One by one.

  And gave her another orgasm.

  It was different, this one. Almost like a violinist drawing a bow over the strings of his instrument, Debra’s body arched with the sensation of those balls slipping out and she didn’t stop coming until the last one had been removed.

  Her legs fell to the mattress then, her arms to her side, and it was an effort just to keep breathing, never mind opening her eyes when Jack drew those beads up along her pussy lips and over her mound. He coiled them on her stomach, swirling them slowly, her juices making them slick against her skin.

  Then he drew them up to her breasts and circled her nipples, the smooth surface feeling incredible, then pooled them in the hollow of her throat before rubbing them against her lips.

  “Suck them in, Deb,” he whispered.

  Debra took them in her mouth rolling them around her tongue. She could taste herself on them. And him. She could taste him.

  Jack took the other end in his mouth and did the same thing, their lips meeting in an erotic kiss as they tongued the balls between them, swirling them around each other’s mouths, tongues meeting, dancing, stroking each other.

  Finally, Jack ended the kiss and pulled the balls from her mouth with his teeth.

  They were pearls. A long strand of pink, shimmery pearls.

  “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

  “Oh, Jack, they’re beautiful.”

  “And come with one hell of a memory, eh? Whenever you wear them, I want you to remember today.”

  As if she’d ever forget today. “I love them. Thank you.”

  “And I love you. So we’re even.”

  They’d never be even. Jack had given her so much she didn’t think she’d ever be able to match it. But Jack felt that way, too. They’d talked about it, and had finally realized that they couldn’t match each other because they both had different wants and needs, but in the end, they fulfilled them for each other and life was so utterly perfect it’d be foolish to question why.

  Was it going to be foolish to bring Amanda into their bed?

  Chapter 7

  Jack ruined her surprise.

  After showering the heady scent of their lovemaking off this morning—no need to make other people jealous—they’d finished up some last-minute shopping, gone to church, and had returned home in time for the delivery of the meal they always ordered out on Christmas Eve.

  She’d spent the entire day trying not to fidget out of her skin with anticipation of Amanda’s visit.

  Especially when the doorbell rang.

  Trying to keep her composure, Debra refrained from running to the door to let her friend in.

  Only… it wasn’t Amanda.

  “Oh. Um, hi, David.” This was the first time she’d seen him since he’d been in bed with them and if that weren’t already awkward enough, now she had to figure out how to either get him to leave or call off Amanda.

  “Hey, Dave.” Jack walked up behind her. “I hope you don’t mind, Debra, but I invited him for dinner. “

  “Uh, no. Of course not. Why would I mind?”

  Because David’s arrival screwed up her whole plan for Jack’s gift? Amanda had to go to her sister’s tomorrow and out of town after that; this was the only chance for this to happen.

  “Come on in, Dave.” Jack opened the door wider. “Drinks are on the bar.”

  Debra wanted a good stiff one.

  Her gaze flew to Jack’s cock. It was good and stiff, too.

  She blushed then. David’s arrival came with some pretty thrilling memories.

  “You okay with him being here?” Jack whispered as they headed in after David. “You look, I don’t know, a little odd.”


  “Odd? No, just surprised. You didn’t tell me.”

  “That’s because I wanted it to be a surprise.”

  His last surprise had had her coming six ways to Sunday. Unless he was planning a repeat of her birthday, she didn’t think this surprise could compete—

  Wait. Was he planning a repeat?

  Debra’s knees threatened to collapse at that thought. Ohmygod… Was Jack thinking of a repeat?

  Wasn’t she?

  Well, yeah, but that’s because she knew what was going to happen tonight as soon as Amanda arrived. Well, not as soon as. Debra would like to think she had some semblance of control. She could wait until after dinner before introducing the subject.

  But what did she do now that David as here?

  She should cancel Amanda. Just end it now.

  Except Amanda showed up at the front door then.

  “Hey, Deb, you ready?”

  Amanda looked ready. She wore a figure-hugging, red velvet cocktail dress with fuck-me pumps that laced with red ribbons up her calves. The perfect Christmas present to unwrap.

  Deb kissed her on the cheek—would she be kissing her elsewhere soon?

  The thought sent a shiver through her.

  “Hey, there’s, um, been a slight change in plans.”

  “Oh?” Amanda arched an eyebrow. “You chickening out?”

  “No, it’s just that Jack invited his friend David over for dinner.”

  “The David? The one he brought in to fuck you?” That bra Debra had bought her to wear wasn’t doing anything to shield the fact that Amanda’s nipples were suddenly peaked beneath it.

  Debra felt her own nipples tighten. “Yes, that David.”

  “Are you sure he’s just here for dinner? Maybe he’s dessert.”

  “But you’re here. He can’t be dessert.”

  Amanda patted her cheek. “Deb, Deb, Deb. Don’t you know that you can have more than one dessert? This kind isn’t fattening.” She walked past her and dropped her coat onto the chair in the foyer, then headed into Debra’s living room. “Hey, boys.”

  Debra drew in a big breath. Two desserts? Was Amanda suggesting…?

  Yes. She was.

  The night had just gotten better.

  “You didn’t tell me you’d invited Amanda,” Jack whispered when they met at the bar to pour drinks for everyone.

  “You didn’t tell me you invited David.”

  “I wanted him to be a surprise.”

  Oh he definitely was. “And I wanted Amanda to be a surprise.”

  The look he gave her said Amanda was definitely that.

  But did he understand why she’d asked Amanda?

  He tossed back the two fingers of Jack he’d poured himself then poured another two.

  Um, yeah. He might have an inkling why Amanda was here. Question was, how did he feel about it?

  The fact that he’d need to fortify himself with alcohol didn’t bode well.

  But then, she could use a drink too, and it wasn’t as if that’d put her off the idea. If anything, the alcohol lessened her inhibitions and would make tonight go a lot smoother.

  And harder. And rougher.

  Oh, God, she creamed her thong. She’d been hoping to make it to at least dessert before that happened.

  There were two hot desserts waiting at her dinner table.

  “Here you go.” Jack placed David’s and Amanda’s drinks in front of them, then wheeled the delivery cart over. “We’re so glad you could join us tonight for dinner.”

  He lifted the lid off the art. Four meals.

  She glanced at him. They’d both added to their order.

  “We should eat before this gets cold.”

  It would be the only thing that was. Debra was getting hot, and Jack looked a little uncomfortable—in a completely good way.

  How about David and Amanda, though? Had they figured it out? And how would they feel about going from a threesome to a foursome?

  The steak and lobster were delicious, but Debra barely registered that fact. She ought to be paying attention, ought to be enjoying the meal, but all she could see, feel, hear, think about was the two people at her dining table who were about to join she and Jack—if they wanted to—and what they’d all do to each other.

  It would be good. Of that, she was certain. She already knew it would be good for her with David, and had to believe that all the moaning she’d heard from Amanda’s boyfriends during the time they’d roomed together meant that Amanda could give Jack that same pleasure.

  Talk centered around David’s travels. He’d been in Asia since they’d last seen him, traveling into a few areas American citizens weren’t supposed to go. But that’s how David got the big news stories and how he was making a name for himself.

  “Wow, that is so cool,” said Amanda. “I bet you’ve had so many different experiences.”

  “Yeah, I have. My life is just one big new experience from the minute I get off the plane in whatever country I’m in.”

  “So you like trying new things?” Amanda cocked her head to the side in a pose Debra knew all too well. It was dessert time and David didn’t have a prayer of resisting her. Few men ever could.

  “Sure. I don’t want to leave this world regretting not having done something.”

  “I like that train of thought. Kind of how I live my life.”

  Not Debra. She was more than happy with the status quo—she and Jack had a nice status quo—but tonight was all about giving Jack the same kind of love and trust and pleasure he’d so thoughtfully given her.

  They finished dinner, the talk still a little stilted, with Amanda leaning heavily on innuendo, when it came time for their actual dessert, crème brûlée.

  What do they do now? Should Jack and Amanda go off into one room and she and David into another?

  No. Part of bringing Amanda here was so that Debra could watch Jack have his pleasure. So that she could be a part of it with Amanda.

  Amanda finally stood up. “Well, folks, I thank you for dinner, and I really appreciate you inviting me, but this is getting awkward.”

  The three of them looked at her and Debra wasn’t sure what her friend was doing. Amanda had always been a little outrageous, but this…

  “Amanda, maybe we—”

  Amanda shook her head and held up a hand. “Deb, you’re new to this. The guys, I don’t think, are. And me? This is old hat but it’s about time someone took charge.”

  Amanda reached behind her back and Debra heard the hiss of a zipper.

  The guys were staring at her.

  Debra couldn’t blame them. Those double-Ds were a sight to behold.

  Amanda drew her dress down and pulled her arms out of the sleeves.

  “Holy fuck.” David took the words out of Debra’s mouth.

  “Yes, Dave, that’s what I want from you.” Amanda cupped her breasts in that sexy scrap of lace that was held together with one tiny bow-shaped ribbon at the center, her thumbs playing with her nipples. “While Jack over there sucks on these.” She looked at Debra. “Okay with you, Deb?”

  Debra looked at Jack. His eyes had fire in them.

  “Deb?” he asked.

  Debra swallowed then licked her lips. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”

  He dragged her to him. Put a hand behind her neck and practically dragged her across the table, planting such an erotic kiss on her she could have come just from that.

  But she didn’t. She was going to need all her strength to get through this night.

  “I’m guessing that’s a yes for everyone.” Amanda’s laughter broke through the haze of sensuality and got him to stop.

  But he didn’t move away.

  “You’re sure, sweetheart?”

  Debra nodded. “As sure as I was when you brought David here before.”

  “I brought him back because you said you wanted to unwrap your gift. He’s wearing a bow, you know.”

  Debra glanced over. David had opened the top two buttons of his shirt. “I
don’t see one.”

  “That’s because it’s not around my neck.” David unbuttoned another button and stood.

  Jack chuckled when Debra’s gaze flew to David’s crotch.

  David was just as aroused as he’d been last time and if she remembered correctly, quite well endowed. Not quite like Jack—but then, no one was like Jack—but enough that he’d given her pleasure.

  “Great. We’re all in agreement.” Amanda stepped away from the table and dropped the dress into a puddle on the floor.

  That tiny little thong with its side bows just begged for attention. As did the long line of red satin ribbons that wound up Amanda’s legs, with the pumps that would make an exotic dancer weep with envy.

  Debra was already weeping…

  Even more so when David dropped to his knees in front of Amanda, grabbed her hips, undid the bows, and shoved his face between her thighs.

  “Oh, yeah, Dave, lick me.”

  “No. Wait.” Debra surprised all of them by standing up. David pulled his face out of Amanda’s muff to look at her. “Sorry you two, but tonight is all about Jack’s Christmas gift. And you, Amanda, are that gift. If anyone’s going to be eating you out, it’s my husband.”

  The words sounded surreal coming from her lips, but the image… that was pure fantasy. She wanted to see Jack eating Amanda’s pussy. Licking her clit until Amanda lost that cool, hardened façade and turned into a writhing, feeling being, pulsing against her husband’s face, coming against his mouth.

  “Then let’s get to it because I’m dripping with need.” Amanda tapped David on the head. “I believe you’re here for her.” She winked at Debra while she walked over to Jack and ran a hand over his shoulder and down his chest, rubbing her tits against his back. “So, big guy, how’s this going to work? You want us all in one room or just you and me on our own?”

  Jack looked at Debra. “Deb?”

  “Tonight is your gift, sweetheart. However you want it.”

  Jack surged to his feet, grabbed Debra around the waist and hauled her up against him, plastering another tongue-filled, knee-shaking kiss to her lips. “Dave and Amanda are our gifts to each other. We’re going to unwrap them together.”

  He picked her up, strapped her legs around his waist, and strode with her to the bedroom. “Come on, you two. Time to get this party started.”