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“Hey.” Sam stepped back immediately. “That’s just creepy!”

“Hey, that’s just normal,” she mimicked in his tone. “If they hadn’t noticed you, I would have been more worried. Now, get back here, or better yet, let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“You know, we haven’t done it in the kitchen,” Chance suggested in a devilish purr against her neck. Josie melted back against his chest, rubbing against his erection.

“You know there’s something else we haven’t done,” she replied, in a very soft voice. “And I really think that the bedroom is going to be the right place to do it.”

Chance clenched his hands on her shoulders. Sam’s eyes glittered as he moved forward, grasping her waist.

“Are you sure, Baby?”

“I need you both.” She looked over her shoulder at Chance. “Please?” she asked.

“Oh, Zee, you don’t have to ask. We just don’t want to rush you.” He moved her hair back, and kissed her lips, pressing himself even closer. She gasped as Sam suddenly picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen, with Chance close behind. When they got to the bedroom, Chance turned on the lights and Sam lowered her softly onto the bed.

“Do you know how much I love you, Baby? Every day I discover something new, and I fall a little more.”

Josie trembled, looking up at this man who had captured her heart.

“Oh, Sam.” She reached up, a slight tremor in her hand and a sheen of tears in her eyes. “You take my breath away.”

“What about me, Zee?” Chance knelt on the bed, caressing her cheek. A tear slipped down her face. “Hey, wait a moment. Don’t cry.” Chance bent down and licked up the tear. “Honey, this is us loving you.”

“That’s just it. That’s why I need it so much, why I need you both so much.” She sniffed.

“Well, sweetheart, we need you, too. But I’ve got to tell you, I really need you naked.” Josie let out a surprised laugh, as Chance followed up his statement by grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. “Oh, yeah, the red corset. I love the red corset!”

“You are a goofball.”

“I’m a horny goofball.”

Sam divested her of her jeans and panties, while Chance pulled off his clothes, throwing them on the floor. Sam’s hands smoothed the inside of her legs and she shuddered. While Sam pushed her knees outward, Chance traced the tops of her plump breasts where they spilled out over the top of her corset. His fingers sank down underneath the cups to tease her nipples, rubbing back and forth, as Sam’s palms smoothed up her thighs, ever closer to her damp sex.

“I can smell you, Josie. I think you like having us touching you.” Sam whispered.

Josie kept her eyes closed, wanting to savor the moments that were coming. She knew Chance was going to draw out her breasts to suckle them, then Sam was going to spread the lips of her sex, and just anticipating these attentions made her juices flow.

“God, Baby, you’re getting so wet, and I haven’t even touched you. What are you thinking?”

She was lost in her thoughts.

“I asked you a question,” he rasped. Another pulse of liquid.

“Chance sucking my nipples. You touching me and looking at me. It’s so hot.”

“I love looking at your glistening pink folds. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Ever tasted.” Instantly, her lovers began a concert of ministrations. Chance lifted her breasts and sucked and pinched her nipples, as Sam had her spread like a buffet and lapped at her slit. Her pleasure rocketed in seconds as Josie wailed, exploding in orgasm.

Slowly they soothed her, softening their touches, whispering words of praise. As she came back to herself, Josie touched them both as they crawled up beside her to cradle her close.

“Please, come inside me, now. I need you both now.”

“We need you too, Baby.”

Chance rolled onto his back, taking Josie with him. “Lay on top of me, Zee. I need to kiss you.”

Her body melted on top of his, and she took his mouth in a lazy kiss that started with a smile, then smoldered as Chance grabbed the back of her head and ground his mouth to hers. When he was done, she was panting and on fire.

“Straddle me,” he demanded.


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