I watch, gasping, whining, squirming between them while she sucks the taste of me from his fingers. “Okay, I’m not crying anymore. I’m ready. Fuck, someone get inside of me already!”

Nadia grabs Darren’s wrist, and they both look down at me while she keeps slowly sucking his fingers.

“Please?” I beg.

“Did you decide where you want my husband’s dick next?” she asks.

Darren grunts and shoves his dick into my hip.

I nod eagerly, looking from her eyes to his. “I want to be on my back with you on my face.”

We all let out the same deep, desperate grunt.

I love how careful we are with one another.

Darren’s butterfly kisses up my legs, his fingers massaging my thighs.

The way Nadia carefully scoots up the bed and then caresses my cheeks before she brackets my head with her knees.

The “please” that falls from my lips when Darren sucks my clit into his mouth, and I run my hand over his perfectly smooth bald head. The loving way I grip Nadia’s ass cheeks to pull her inch by inch onto my waiting tongue.

That’s about it, though. Once her pussy is covering my face and the head of Darren’s dick pushes inside me, we’re much less gentle with one another, but I think we’d all agree that it was an A for effort type of situation.

I’ve had six threesomes before. I highly rate the experiences, but I’ll have to dock each and every one of them a few points after tonight.

That one time I let two of my TA’s DP me in college mere minutes after final grades posted really can’t compete with Darren’s fingers digging into my hips, holding me still while he fucks me so hard the mattress is banging against the headboard screwed to the wall. And that one time my ex and I drunkenly hooked up with her roommate on New Year’s Eve only to break up the next day — ending our relationship on the highest note, as far as I’m concerned — doesn’t top Nadia leaking into my mouth while she rides my tongue.

Because nothing can top the way Darren and Nadia whisper to one another while they chase their pleasure on top of me.

“Do you like that?” he asks her.

She yelps as I bite gently into her clit. “Oh my God, baby.”

“Is she eating you good, honey?”

“Yes. Yes. I bet her pussy is so fucking tight around you.”

“She’s like a vice,” he grunts, shoving his hands under my ass and lifting me up, fucking into me at a new angle. His wife’s pussy muffles my cry. “She likes that, baby.”

“I like how it feels when she moans against my pussy, baby,” Nadia whines. “Make her scream. Please.”