rapt attention. By the time Kate was down to her lacy briefs and Morgan was wearing one of the skimpiest thongs Mike had ever seen, he wondered if she would even get his dick in her mouth before he tapped out. His cock ached for her touch, and the slick heat of her lips wrapped around it.
“You going to look at it all day or are you going to suck it?” he teased, knowing she’d make him pay for it. And that he’d love every second.
Kate looked over her shoulder at Morgan. They shared a grin before sinking to their knees. Neither of them rushed, though. They took their time, teasing their husbands with light caresses over their balls and the underside of their shafts. Finally, Kate glanced up at him and said, “Count it down.”
“Hmm?” Mike had already forgotten everything except the fact that she was about to suck him off.
“The contest. Starts in three…two…one. Go!” Thankfully Joe still had a couple brain cells left unoccupied by visions of his wife swallowing him whole. That didn’t bode well for Mike’s chances. Usually he could out-stamina the rest of the crew. But maybe not today when he was on the edge, concerned with the future and what it held for their group.
Hell, maybe he’d been like this for months. Ever since he first sensed something different about Joe, and the changes brewing for them all.
But right then every thought went out of his mind except holding on for his wife, so that he could give her what she so clearly desired. The first contact of her lips on his dick were as unsubtle as a lightning strike. It lit every nerve ending in his body up like the massive Christmas tree Devon, Neil, and James insisted on putting up at Bare Natural each year.
Fortunately it seemed like Joe was suffering a similar blow. Over Kate’s head, Mike watched Morgan take Joe’s cock into her mouth, humming as she swallowed most of him in a single long glide. He might have been smug, knowing Joe wouldn’t be able to resist that sort of treatment for long, except that it was so hot it ratcheted Mike’s own rapture up a notch or ten.
He dug his fingers into the arm of the white wicker chair, easing up only when it creaked in his grip. Kate smiled smugly around his dick and began to work his shaft, lapping at the base before pulling off and swirling her tongue around the head.
She knew every millimeter of him and exactly where her efforts would have the best payoff.
Unsurprisingly, Morgan had the same intimate knowledge of Joe.
It wasn’t long before Joe’s ragged breathing became apparent and he dropped his head back with a groan. Mike couldn’t let him win. He looked down at Kate and saw all the things he loved about her, her playfulness, her determination, her skill, and her innate seductiveness.
His balls drew tight and a spurt of precome shot from his dick.
Mike slapped his palm on his thigh. “That’s it. Stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”
“And we know from the baby situation that that’s not how you two roll,” Morgan said with a smirk as she delicately wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You didn’t go easy on Joe for my sake, did you?” Kate glared at her best friend.
Joe’s deep red cheeks said otherwise. Mike almost felt bad for the man. Except that he knew how much better things were about to get. If Kate wanted them both, he’d be happy to share her, satisfy her, and then make sure Morgan didn’t go without either. There were plenty of ways to please them both, and he took his responsibility as the foreman seriously.
Mike wouldn’t let them down.
Kate surprised him when she rose and straddled him once again. This time her soaked pussy slid along his shaft. It wouldn’t take more than a twitch for him to be buried inside her. She asked her friend, “Morgan?”
“Yeah?”
“Mind if I claim my prize later? I’m suddenly hungry for just one thing.” Kate shrugged. “Pregnancy cravings. They’re weird like that.”
“You can always have a rain check,” Joe promised as Morgan sighed and climbed into her husband’s lap.
“I’m never going to turn down a chance to take you for a ride either.” Morgan patted Joe on his still-heaving chest. Mike had a feeling this wasn’t going to be some kind of drawn-out affair.
Or at least it might not have been if his phone