Chapter 1 #2
Nick stopped our kiss and turned his head to Stefan. “Wonderful. But I think they'd feel even better without this between us.” His fingers pulled gently on my bra strap.
“That's true. You can't fully appreciate them like this. Take off her bra, Nick.”
Oh, gosh.
Nick's fingers slid underneath my bra straps. And then he—
Pulled.
Down.
And.
Down.
And.
Stopped. “May I?” Nick asked, just as the bra was about to slip right over my breasts. He asked me politely. But I could see the heat behind his eyes.
I quickly caught Stephan's gaze. He was looking right at us. Right at me. “Go ahead, Nick,” Stefan said, but his eyes stared directly at me.
Stefan wanted this.
He really wanted this.
My husband wanted me to do this.
With his best friend.
And so—
I nodded at Nick.
“Thank you, Francesca. I've wanted to see you for so long.” His eyes gazed into mine so sincerely. “I can't tell you how many times I've imagined doing this.” And then his arms circled me—just enough so they could reach the back of my bra. He swiftly unhooked it—and pulled it away.
Nick let out a quiet sigh. “Christ, Francesca. You are beautiful. Stunningly beautiful.” His eyes were glued to my breasts.
“Touch her, Nick. She wants you to touch her breasts. Right Francesca?” Stefan asked me.
I looked over at my husband.
Yeah.
He definitely wanted this.
“Yes,” I answered, and then spoke to Nick. “Yes, Nick. I want you to touch me. Please.” And then I grasped his hands and set them on my breasts.
I gasped slightly at the burning, hot feel of his palms on my bare breasts. Nick's hands touched me carefully. Gently.
“They're so soft. Aren't they?” Stefan asked his best friend.
Nick nodded. “So soft. So beautiful,” he answered.
“Now, I want you to kiss her breasts.”
Nick's eyes shot to mine in question. It was clear exactly what he was doing.
And the fact that he was asking for permission—made me like this man even more.
I leaned back on my hands, arching my back to give him easier access. “Kiss me, Nick,” I practically purred, giving him the permission he so obviously wanted.
It didn't take him long to lean forward and begin. His hands lifted my breasts, cupping them in his grasp. His tongue circled one nipple, and I moaned, “Yes, that feels good.” Then he sucked me into his mouth, flicking my hard, hard nipple with his burning hot tongue.
All on its own, my hand reached out to the back of his head, holding him to me. My head fell back as I enjoyed the heck out of what Nick was doing to me. And when he did the same thing to my other breast, I knew how dripping wet I was. He felt so good.
“Do you like it when my best friend plays with your breasts, Francesca?”
I opened my eyes to look down at Nick sucking and licking on me. And yes, I was very much enjoying what Nick was doing to me.
I looked at my husband and nodded. “Yes, Stefan. I love what your best friend is doing to my breasts.”
He smiled at me and nodded. “Good. That makes me happy. Now, I think Nick deserves a little something in return. Don't you?”
I wasn't sure if it was anxiety or anticipation that caused my belly to flip and my heart to race. But whatever it was—I knew I wanted to hear what my husband was going to say next.
“Yes,” I answered back—our eyes glued to each other.
“I want you to stand up, and remove your jeans, please.”
Oh.
Boy.
Nick removed his hands and mouth from my breasts. And, like the gentleman he was, he stood and helped me up.
The desire in this room was heavy. These men had looks in their eyes that I'd never seen before in my life.
My fingers landed on my jeans—and two sets of eyes immediately followed them. I undid the button and then the zipper. Then I pulled them down my thighs and stepped out of them completely. Leaving me in only the pink thong that matched my bra—which was now abandoned on the bed.
“Very good, Francesca. Now, I would like you to unbutton Nick's shirt, please,” my husband gave his next command.
I turned to a still standing Nick and set my hands on his chest. My fingers found the first button and opened it. And then another. And then another.
Until his shirt was completely open. Then I touched his chest, gliding my hands all over it. Feeling his hard muscles under my palms. Eventually, I swiped the shirt off his shoulders and pulled it off the rest of the way.
“Kiss her, Nick. Kiss her and touch her like you would any lover of yours.”
Nick didn't hesitate. He took me in his arms and crushed his mouth to mine. And he didn't take his time taking the kiss deeper and deeper. His hands roamed my body.
Over my breasts.
And then down to my behind, grabbing me there, too.
The only place he didn't touch me was the place I ached the most.
After a few minutes, Stefan issued another request. “On your knees, now, Francesca.”
I inhaled sharply against Nick's mouth.
And he—
Smiled.
I pushed away and nodded, then knelt down on my knees—waiting for more orders.
“Undo Nick's pants. And help him out of them.”
I swallowed and gazed up at Nick—who was currently staring down at me. My hands found his belt, and I undid that. Next, I worked on the button and zipper.
And then—
I pulled them down his legs.
“His boxer briefs as well, please,” Stefan advised. So, I curled my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled those down, too.
There was no denying the very large bulge in Nick's boxer briefs. And when I pulled them down over it—he sprang free.
Nick helped me after that, tugging his boxer briefs, pants, and socks off for me.
“Nick needs to be hard for the next activity after this. He'll need your help with that, Francesca. Put my best friend's cock in your mouth, please. Suck on him until he's nice and hard.”
In my opinion, Nick already looked plenty hard. But I still reached over and wrapped my fingers around him. Or as far as they would go, anyway. Then I opened my mouth and sucked him in.
“Christ, your mouth feels good.” Nick's hand grabbed the back of my head.
His other hand joined it, and he helped move me up and down his shaft.
His manly musk filled my nose. It was different than what Stefan smelled like.
Nick had a spicy scent to him. I wasn't sure if it was his soap or cologne. Or a mixture of both.
But whatever it was—it worked wonders on me. I found myself just as eager to suck on Nick as I had been with my own husband.
Yes, it was a different experience.
And yes, it was strange, having another man's cock in my mouth. But I was really getting off on it. And I could tell Nick was as well.
“Is Nick hard?” Stefan asked so matter of fact, it was almost funny.
I popped Nick out of my mouth and turned to my husband. “Yes, Stefan. Nick's incredibly hard.”
He grinned at me and nodded. “Very good. And did you enjoy sucking on my best friend's cock?”
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
His words were so, so, so dirty.
And I loved it.
“Yes, Stefan. I loved sucking on your best friend's cock,” I answered him dutifully.
“Have you thought about it before? What it would be like to suck Nick's cock? To have him in your mouth?”
I knew the answer he wanted. And that answer just happened to be the truth. “Yes, I've thought about this before. I've thought about sucking on Nick's cock.”
Stefan shifted in his chair and pulled something out of his pocket. “Nick,” he said, tossing something over to his friend. “My wife isn't on birth control. Can you teach her how to put one of those on, please?”
Oh.
Boy.
There was only one reason to put on a condom. I knew that much.
Nick opened the shiny square and pulled out the condom. Then he handed it to me and gave me instructions on how to put it on.
“Very good. Now tell me how wet you are, please. Is your thong soaking wet?” my husband asked.
I looked at Stefan and nodded. He grinned and said, “Perfect. Francesca, it's time for you to take off your soaking wet thong and lie down on the bed. Legs spread. And I'm going to watch my best friend fuck you.”
Yep.
That was pretty much what I figured he was going to ask me to do next.
Nick offered his hands to me and helped pull me up. After that, I slipped off my—very, very, very wet thong and left it on the bedroom floor. I crawled onto the bed, lay down in the middle of it, and spread my legs.
“Do you want to fuck my wife, Nick?” Stefan asked in a calm, cool manner. Even so, my lower belly clenched and ached like mad.
“I would very much love to fuck your wife, Stefan,” Nick answered his best friend back.
“Have you thought about fucking my wife before?”
Nick let out a forced laugh and nodded as he stared at me on the bed.
“Many, many, many times. Ever since I first saw her in your hospital room. I knew I wanted to fuck that beautiful young nurse who only had eyes for you.” He smiled at me and stroked himself a few times while his eyes continued gliding over me.
Meanwhile, the ache between my legs was unbearable. I wanted Nick. Badly.
“That's good. I'm happy you'll finally get to fuck Francesca. Her pussy's very tight. Be mindful. She's not used to everything yet.”
Nick nodded. “I'll be gentle with your wife. I promise I'll take good care of her. You know that.”
Stefan cleared his throat. “Of course I do. I wouldn't let you fuck my wife if I wasn't absolutely sure you'd treat her well. Go ahead and start. I can see how wet her pussy is from here. I don't think it will take her long to come.”
Nick did what he was told and crawled onto the bed, in between my legs.
He lowered himself down and kissed me.
So.
So.
So sweetly.
“I've wanted to do this with you for a very long time.” He kissed my lips, and then down my neck to my breasts. He teased my nipples until I was writhing underneath him, looking for any kind of contact I could find.
“Do you want my best friend’s cock inside you, Francesca?” Stefan's voice floated over to us. He was still watching. And waiting.
“Yes,” I answered him back instantly.
“Then tell him that, so he knows.”
“Nick, I want your cock inside me, please,” I told him as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around, making me moan.