“Jourdan,” Darren calls. I feel the bed depress as he crawls onto it, moving over me, kissing my stomach, and then wrapping himself around my other side, his arm covering my ribs, just below his wife’s.

I close my eyes. “I think my period is coming soon,” I whisper. “I don’t know why I’m crying. This is not how tonight was supposed to go.”

“You keep saying that,” Nadia says.

“Oh, she said it to you too?”

“She said it to you?”

“Yeah.”

“I can hear you,” I mumble.

“Can you?” Darren asks, brushing the tear track from the side of my face with his thumb. “Because I’m right here, and nothing happened to me.”

“And I keep telling you how much we want to be with you,” Nadia adds.

“I’ve told her that as well!” Darren exclaims.

“Yes, yes, yes, blah, blah, blah,” I say, keeping my eyes closed now mostly so they can’t see me rolling them. “You’re an adorable married couple who are on the same page. I get it.”

Darren’s hand glides over my stomach, and I shiver between them. “You don’t,” he says. “And that’s okay. You will.”

“Oh my God,” I groan.

He’s only just grazed my mound, but all of a sudden, I remember that Nadia and I are naked, and Darren is not. I open my eyes and glare at him. I move my hand to his cotton-covered groin.

“How are you going to get through to me if you’re wearing clothes?”

“She means how are you going to fuck her with your boxers on, babe,” Nadia echoes.

“I mean exactly that, thank you. Shit.”

Darren pushes a finger inside me, and my hips arch up from the bed. “In the same way you were fucking her,” he says.

“That’s a good point,” Nadia breathes, rolling my nipple between her fingers slowly and sensually.

I don’t have words for the way I feel about them talking over me while their hands spin me higher into a cloud of lust, but I want this feeling tattooed on my skin.

“Did you taste her yet?” Darren asks.

I whine and assume Nadia shakes her head because I don’t hear her speak. But I whine again when Darren’s fingers leave my pussy and brush my clit. I open my eyes to bat them at him, naturally, but I can only watch with rapt attention as he lifts his wet fingers to his wife’s mouth.

I hold my breath again, waiting while Nadia spreads her lips demurely. Until his hand is close. Until we can all smell my pussy on his fingers, and then she shoves her tongue out greedily.

“Fuck,” I whisper when the pads of Darren’s fingers press onto her tongue and are covered by Nadia’s lips.