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  “So Amanda’s in town?” Jack followed her into the bathroom.

  “Hold on, you.” She put her palm on his awesome chest. He still worked out at least four times a week and it showed. “You are not coming in here or I’ll never leave on time.”

  Sometimes her being late wasn’t her fault.

  “Two minutes ago you didn’t care.”

  “Two minutes ago I couldn’t think straight and forgot all about Amanda. I wonder why that was?”

  “How can I argue with that logic?” His grin was pure gloating male—as he had every right to be.

  “You can’t. Now back off, buster. I’m going to take a quick shower and head downtown. You’re going to have to keep yourself occupied today.”

  “As loathsome as that would normally be, David’s back in town, too. I’ll give him a call.”

  David. Debra’s stomach fluttered. The last time David had been in town, he’d been in their bed. In her. Jack’s birthday present to her. Her first threesome.

  But not her last…

  “Tell him I said hi.” She undid her sash.

  Jack’s gaze shifted to her waist. “I’m sure your name will come up.”

  Her name wasn’t the only thing that was up—Jack hadn’t bothered to put on his robe. He rarely did, preferring to stride around their home naked. She never complained.

  “Out.” She gripped the door—instead of gripping him. It didn’t matter that she’d just had two utterly intense and explosive orgasms, the man could instill lust in her like nobody’s business. “Once before noon is enough.”

  “Babe, it’s never enough.” He leaned in for a quick kiss. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  He cupped her breasts and planted a kiss right on her cleavage, his thumbs making quick strokes over her nipples.

  And then he left her there.

  No fair.

  She sighed and leaned against the bathroom door after she closed it. Jack McKittrick was the best thing to ever happen to her.

  That’s why she wanted to show him how much she appreciated him. Bringing David into their bedroom had been the most generous and thoughtful gift he’d ever given her. Which was saying something. Jack was a successful attorney and he liked to share his wealth by showering her with gifts. She didn’t need them; Jack was gift enough, but he liked to see her in gold and jewels and pretty clothing—or in gold and jewels and no pretty clothing after he’d tossed it all over the house.

  But to share her with another man for the sole purpose of giving her pleasure… Jack was an amazing guy.

  Who deserved the same kind of amazing gift.

  She headed to the shower and turned it to cold. Just the thought of the conversation she was going to have with Amanda was enough to make her hot. She’d never done something like this before; soliciting someone for sex. With her husband.

  Amanda was her college roommate. They’d met freshman year and had been together ever since. They’d never experimented with each other as far as that cliché went, but there’d been that drunken night at the frat party when the brothers had double-dog-dared them to make out with each other. Amanda was a good kisser and could definitely feel a girl up as well as a guy, if not better, since she knew exactly what felt good on breasts.

  They’d laughed about it the next morning when they’d sobered up, but it’d never happened again. A one-off, though they’d certainly seen each other in action with guys when they’d forgotten to lock the dorm room door. If Debra was going to allow another woman’s hands—and mouth and pussy—on Jack, it would only be Amanda.

  Her pussy swelled at the thought. Of seeing Jack fucking her friend. Of seeing Amanda riding him, her double-Ds bouncing above him. Of Jack taking her nipples in his mouth and sucking them, Amanda’s head thrown back with the sensation Debra knew only too well.

  It was interesting, really, how she wasn’t jealous. This was for Jack; it wasn’t as if he were going out looking for someone on his own because he didn’t want her. This was a gift for him like the one he’d given her and if he could be fine with another person doing her, so could she.

  Some of her juices trickled down her leg. Actually, she was more than fine with it. She wanted it. Ever since the idea had come to her, she’d found herself riding the edge of her chair a little bit more during her day.

  Leaning up against the washer in the spin cycle.

  Fucking her husband twice a night for a week.

  Jack had commented on that, wondering if there was something she’d been trying to tell him.

  No, there’d been something she’d been trying not to tell him. She hadn’t wanted to blow the surprise, so she’d ended up blowing him instead, telling him he was so wonderful she couldn’t help but want him.

  It was true, though. She did love Jack and she was always ready for him.

  The cold water was a shock when she stepped beneath it, but just what she needed. She had no idea what Amanda was going to say. Would this ruin their friendship? What would happen if she said no?

  And if she said yes?

  Debra lathered up, her nipples peaked and ultra sensitive to the brush of her hands, residual from their lovemaking probably, but she couldn’t deny it was arousal, too. She wanted Amanda to agree. She wanted her friend to fuck her husband so she could watch. And maybe she’d sit on his face while Amanda rode him.

  That’d turn him on, two women at once. It’d been the ultimate fantasy to have Jack and David on her at the same time.

  She slicked a hand between her legs. Her lips were pouting, aching to be touched.

  Debra touched.

  She stroked.

  She flicked the hood of her clitoris. Still swollen from Jack’s touch, it swelled even more.

  She knew what would make it happy. What’d make her happy…

  She reached for the shower head and turned it to her favorite setting. Jack had brought six shower heads home when they’d remodeled this bathroom and had made her try each one. While he’d watched.

  This had been the third one she’d tried. They’d both agreed it got her off the best.

  She was counting on it now.

  She sat on the ledge Jack had insisted they have installed in the shower. It’d come in handy more than once when he’d joined her in here.

  And it was the perfect configuration for her to get herself off, too.

  He’d insisted they try that out as well.

  She sat down and spread her legs, putting her heels against the raised tiles Jack had had installed for just this reason. Such a thoughtful man, Jack was.

  The fact that the seat was facing the glass doors showed just how much thought he had given to this. There was a perfectly comfortable chair directly opposite the shower where he liked to sit and watch her do this—and he’d do the same for her.

  She closed her eyes and leaned back against the cool tile wall, spreading her pussy lips and aiming the water jets right at her clit. Ah, God, yes. The pressure was intense. It took her zero to sixty in no time flat and she had to keep from crying out with the sensation—because Jack would break that door down to get in on this action. He was thoughtful that way, too.

  She smiled, remembering other times Jack had been so thoughtful.

  There’d been the time they’d taken the self-guided tour of the vineyard in Napa and had proceeded to get self-guidedly lost. Champagne bursting from its bottle felt as awesome against her clit as the shower, but didn’t last anywhere near as long.

  But Jack had lapped it up, every drop of champagne and her juices, when she’d come against his face. She could still feel the warmth of the afternoon sun on her breasts that day, the feel of Jack’s stubble against her thighs, the slick, probing hardness of his tongue as he’d worked her, the tightness of her skirt ruched up around her waist, the scratchy wool blanket beneath her ass, the feel of her hands on her breasts while he’d given new meaning to the phrase in vino veritas. She could never hide anything from Jack.

  A heavy throbbing filled her pelvi
s as she remembered that day. And others. The time he’d phone-sexed her into getting off in her office with her assistant just outside the glass door and the lunch crowd strolling around the lake outside her office window. The time he’d brought her to a client’s cocktail party, only to drag her to a storage room and fuck her silly in three minutes. She’d barely been able to keep the grin off her face for the rest of the night.

  Jack kept their life exciting both in and out of bed.

  He liked to do it out of bed a lot. He’d had a more experienced past than she had and, little by little, he was sharing it with her. David was the perfect example. Both Jack and he had participated in threesomes before so Jack had known he could trust David not to get involved with her emotionally.

  Physically was a whole other story, and Debra’s passage flooded at the memory. Two men inside of her at once… They’d filled her so tight and so utterly hot that she’d found herself thinking about it a lot.

  She’d wanted to broach the subject of doing it again with Jack, but didn’t know if she should. It’d been a gift. Something special. It’d been David. Someone they both felt comfortable with and who had known how it was supposed to play out.

  David was back in town.

  Debra changed the angle of the jets, her breath catching at the sharp flutter in her belly.

  No, she couldn’t ask Jack about David. First of all, she had no idea if either one of them would even be into another round. Second, if Jack did want to, he’d ask David himself. He’d known she’d enjoyed it. And third, she didn’t want her desire to overshadow the gift she was going to give him.

  If Amanda agreed.

  Debra pushed that thought away and focused on Amanda agreeing. With the image of her friend’s sexy body naked and writhing, working up and down on Jack’s cock, her ass flexing against his balls—hell, maybe Debra would watch Jack fuck Amanda’s ass.

  That thought brought on a gush of her juices, her pussy clenching with lust. Yes, that was it; she’d have Jack fuck Amanda in the ass. She’d tie Amanda to the bed like he’d tied her this morning and then she’d sit at the head of the bed and get herself off while Jack watched. And fucked.

  He’d like that.

  Debra slid two fingers into her pussy and angled the shower head accordingly. The images were so strong, so erotic, so fantasy-driven, that a couple of pumps with her fingers had her pussy clenching around them and another orgasm spasming through her.

  Amanda had to agree.

  Chapter 3

  Amanda, as it turned out, did agree.

  “You’re sure you want to share that hunk you married with me?” Amanda stuck another French fry in her mouth. “It won’t get weird?”

  Debra couldn’t stop smiling. Amanda was on board. Jack was going to be thrilled.

  She was, too. Her damp panties were proof positive of that. “I told you, when he brought David to our bed, it was the hottest thing ever. Our relationship has only gotten better.”

  “I didn’t think that was possible. I thought Jack was Mr. Perfect already.”

  Debra stole one of Amanda’s fries. “Jack is wonderful. But he’s human like everyone else. Doesn’t have the annoying habit of leaving his clothes or towels all over the place, but he’s got his idiosyncrasies.” Chief among them being his penchant for risqué sex where people could catch them. But Debra had found those were some of the best times and had learned to let her inhibitions down to enjoy them. What she was asking of Amanda showed how far she’d come in that regard.

  “So how’s this going to play out? I have to be at my sister’s by ten Christmas morning.”

  “Oh you’ll make it. You might be a bit tired”—and well-used—”but we have to go to Jack’s parents’, too.”

  “So we’re doing dinner at your place Christmas Eve, right, then somehow you’re going to introduce the idea? You’re sure he’s going to be up for it?”

  Debra smiled and pulled something from her purse. She’d given this part a lot of thought. Well, okay, maybe not as much thought as imagining Amanda fucking Jack, but still… “I want you to wear these.”

  Amanda took the scraps of red lace. “You bought me lingerie? Ah, Deb, you shouldn’t have.”

  Debra smacked her arm. “They’re not for you. They’re part of Jack’s Christmas present.”

  Amanda held up the thong. “Flimsy thing.”

  “It’s not supposed to stay on long.” Especially since Jack would undo the bows on the side with his teeth.

  Amanda held up what was supposed to pass for a bra, which wasn’t much more than two pasties and a bunch of satin ribbon that tied together between her breasts. “Another bow.”

  “He needs to unwrap his gift.” David had worn a bow tie—and nothing else—when he’d been in their bed, and it still bugged Debra that she hadn’t “unwrapped” him. He’d just been there, on her, when Jack had told her to close her eyes.

  She hadn’t complained, but the thought of tugging on that bow tie and watching it fall off of David… Symbolic but evocative. Heady. Sensual.

  She wanted to give that to Jack.

  “I’m not so sure the girls are going to stay in this thing, Deb.” Amanda held it up to those breasts which had been the fantasy of more than a few guys in college.

  Jack wasn’t a boob man, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain when he had them mashed up against his face. They were beautiful breasts; Debra had seen them enough to know. Had felt them that night at the frat party. And while that had been hot, she didn’t bat for that team.

  Though if she did, Amanda would be the one to get her to sign on.

  And Amanda didn’t play for that side either, drunken frat party night notwithstanding. Still, Debra felt the need to clarify the scenario. “Remember, this is about him. I’m not so into the idea of you and I doing anything.”

  “What if he wants us to?” Amanda said it so nonchalantly, running another French fry over her lips.

  Wait… what? “You… you don’t mean…”

  Amanda popped the fry in and sat back, brushing her hands. “I’m not suggesting we go down on each other, no. But what if Jack wants to see us do some stuff? Kissing, fondling… How are you going to respond to that?”

  Debra couldn’t answer. The thought of touching Amanda again…

  She liked that idea.

  “Come on, Deb. It’s not like we haven’t done it before. You can’t tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind that that might become an issue. I mean, you’re giving the guy the ultimate male fantasy. Two women on him. Men like a little chick-on-chick action. You can’t tell me Jack the Stud is any different.”

  “Well, no… I just… I hadn’t thought about that.” It was enough to get over the mental hurdle of bringing someone else—another woman—into their bed at all that’d been her focus. Plus Jack knew she didn’t swing that way.

  Yeah, but he’d known you’d never had a threesome before and he’d brought David home to initiate you. Who’s to say he’s not going to want you to try something new with Amanda?

  “Well, you better start thinking about it.” Amanda pointed a fry at her. “For what it’s worth, I’m into it. Like we did that night in college. I’m not into carpet munching, though. Not my thing. But I could finger fuck you if he pushes the issue. Or, better yet, if you’ve got some toys, I could use those. We could do each other that way.”

  Toys would work. She and Jack had a drawer-full. Well, of their toys. She’d never bought any to share.

  One more stop on her way home. One more gift for Jack.

  And for her. She’d be lying if she said the idea didn’t turn her on; Jack watching Amanda get her off with a vibrator, some fondling, a few kisses.

  She looked at Amanda’s mouth. Amanda had been one hell of a kisser.

  “You’re right. I hadn’t thought about it, but, sure, toys will work. I’ll have to get some for, uh, you, though.”

  “Good. I didn’t bring mine with me. Last time I did, I got stopped by TSA at the airpor
t. I swear, I think they have some sort of signal that when the guy watching the scan of the conveyor belt finds toys, he lets the others know. They’d just had to go through my luggage, and of course, I’d brought the Monster Man dildo. Biggest thing on the market. In both senses of the word. Works well and gets the job done in half the time it takes other brands.”

  Deb smiled. She didn’t need a Monster Man; she had the real one. Jack was perfectly endowed to be the model for the thing.

  “So what time do you want me?”

  Now…

  Debra shook her head. Who was this gift for anyway?

  “We’ll be back from services around four, so say… five? We always have surf and turf delivered on the twenty-fourth. Saves us from having to cook and clean up, and the chef at Mon Martre is amazing. The food will melt in your mouth.”

  “Mmm, hot sweet butter. We should save some of that and slather it all over your husband. Can you imagine what it’ll do to him to have the two of us licking it off?”

  Yes, Debra could. As the gush of juices between her legs illustrated.

  “So is there anything off limits? Things you don’t want me to do to him? We ought to discuss it now because in the heat of the moment, the issue could get cloudy.”

  “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Debra didn’t know why she hadn’t considered that. Why she’d thought this would be as new to Amanda as it was to her; Amanda had always been the more daring, the more adventurous one. Debra remembered the ménage she’d walked in on in their dorm room. Two guys doing to Amanda what Jack and David had done to her.

  It’d been the beginning of the fantasy.

  “I don’t want you to kiss him on the lips.” That would be the one thing she couldn’t watch. Couldn’t let happen. Like Julia Roberts’ character said in Pretty Woman, kissing was personal. The rest of it was just body parts, but lips colliding… that was personal. This had to stay impersonal. As impersonal as it could get, yet still have some depth to it. It’s why she’d asked Amanda. Jack had asked David because he could trust him and knew David would make it good for her without making it complicated. Ditto for Amanda.