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was so expressive.
Seeing her own hands, her own fingers tweaking her nipples, was almost too much
for him. Sawyer refocused, keeping his eyes on her cunt. He tapped her nub and
then pushed two fingers through her wet opening. He stroked, caressed and then
backed off when he sensed her teetering on the edge. After a few minutes of
that she started to get slightly frustrated.
    “You’re torturing me,” said Tasha.
    He took his erection in his hand and pumped it for her. “I
think you’ve got it the other way around, Tasha.”
    He then took his shaft and tapped her clit with it and she
almost bucked up off the bed. She squirmed until he hovered over her slick
opening.
    “Grab that condom for me,” he said, indicating the foil
package on the bed.
    Tasha reached out and ripped it open. Instead of giving it
to him she took matters into her own talented hands, rolling the wet sheath
down his aching cock until he fought to hold it together.
    Fully sheathed, he leaned his weight onto her and without
speaking plunged deep. She gave a small sound of surprise but quickly hooked
her legs around his waist to draw him in deeper. Her hands played with his hair
and they kissed while he took his time plunging long and deep within her. He
loved her kisses and realized he’d probably miss those the most once their
weekend of fun ended.
    Sawyer leaned back to get to his knees and hooked one leg of
her legs over his shoulder. She followed suit with her other leg and then he
used his hands to spread her legs into a V-shape, which opened her pussy to his
gaze while he pounded into her.
    Within seconds she crested, screaming out her pleasure. He
moved her legs down and then picked up his pace, thrusting short and fast into
her and within seconds he came.
    He pulled out quickly, ensuring the condom
held firmly in place. He no sooner threw away the evidence of their lovemaking
than Mack gave a soft rap on the bedroom door.
    “Come in,” said Tasha, her face still flushed from their
hour of play.
    Mack walked in and looked at both of them. “Thought you two
might be hungry. I’ve got coffee and breakfast downstairs.”
    Tasha patted the bed. “Come here, hubby. I need a
good-morning kiss.”
    “I’m sure Sawyer gave you lots of those.”
    “I did. Thank you,” said Sawyer.
    “Yeah he did but it’s not the same. I need you,” said Tasha.
    Mack slid into bed with his wife and Sawyer used the time to
go clean up in the bathroom. When he came back they were passionately embracing.
    “I told Mack here how much fun we had,” said Tasha.
    “Yeah we did. Mack, you are the luckiest guy I know.”
    “He is, isn’t he? So don’t you ever forget it,” said Tasha,
giving her husband another heated kiss.
    “Trust me, I won’t,” said Mack, looking at his wife through
new eyes.
    Sawyer winked at both of them. “Well, I don’t know about you
guys, but I’m famished.”
    Mack released his wife. She walked naked over to her closet
and wrapped herself up in a pink cozy housecoat, which wasn’t meant to look
sexy but sure as hell did.
    “Thank you, guys,” said Tasha.
    “I think we should be thanking you,” said Sawyer.
    “No, we should probably be worshipping her,” answered Mack.
    “Oh, I like the worship idea, but like Sawyer, I’m starved.”
    Tasha looked up at the two men who’d fulfilled her fantasy
weekend of sex and sin and thanked her lucky stars for the spice rack they’d
found under her now-new porch. She’d accomplished two things this weekend—a new
porch and her fantasy ménage had come true.
     

About Renee Field
     
    Vivacious by nature, I'm either baking or thinking up my
next love scenes—talk about mixing ingredients. Trust me, the recipes are
always delicious, especially if chocolate's involved. I juggle writing in
between my demanding four children and have discovered some of my best plot
themes while driving the mini-van to and from places. I love a good night out
on the town where I can discard the mom