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  Her straight, shoulder-length hair smelled of perfumed salon products. In sharp contrast, her skin had a scent that belonged only to her. I breathed her fragrance in, wondering if her pussy smelled and tasted as sweet.

  I reached for the blindfold but Nate’s stern voice stopped me. “Oh no you don’t. Not yet.”

  I growled playfully and then laughed as I explored my lover. My pussy tightened when I cupped one of her voluptuous, natural breasts. She pushed herself up and I felt a nipple brush my bottom lip. At once, I drew her toward my mouth where I sucked and prodded it with my tongue. My fingers found her other nipple and I rolled it softly between my thumb and forefinger. Just kissing and touching her sent tendrils of desire unfurling through my body.

  “Sit on Gemma’s face,” Nathan said. “Let her eat your pussy.”

  Yes!

  To show her that was what I wanted, I tugged at her thighs. She complied, straddling my head to lower herself until I breathed in the feminine scent of her sex. I discovered her with my mouth, tentatively at first, and then I pulled her down so that her pussy was against my face.

  She was denuded of all hair and I tasted my fill of her fleshy lips and the treasures they hid.

  Fresh desire swelled in my own clit as I savored her sweet cream, pushing my tongue far into her channel and then dragging it up and around her clit. I wound my arms around her velvety thighs and held her closer. Tasting her was like eating a ripe summer peach—juicy and sweet. She squirmed and rode my face, grinding her clit against my mouth. I latched onto it and sucked, encouraged by her sensual moans, squeezing her thighs and reaching up to explore the curve her back, the fullness of her breasts and the gentle slope of her abdomen while she rode my face.

  The bed shook and Nathan’s body moved between my legs. His cock nudged my opening. Oh yes, fuck me while I eat pussy! I spread my thighs wide for him. One push and then he was inside me. I moaned against my female lover’s body as my husband began to fuck me, enthralled by the exquisite sense of completion and connection of being fucked and eating pussy at the same time.

  Happy birthday, me.

  Her fingers entwined in the hair at my crown. Pull it, pull my hair, I thought and then as if she had read my mind, she tugged. Hard. “Eat me,” she cried breathlessly. “Oh yes, eat me, Gemma.”

  My hands tightened around her hips. Nathan pummeled me. I flicked my tongue fast and furious over my female lover’s clit and then her muscles tensed. She was coming and I knew it and something sparked me at the thought I had brought her this pleasure.

  “That’s right,” Nathan’s voice met my ears. “Come on my wife’s tongue.”

  After she stopped trembling, she wilted to the side, dragging a leg across me as she lay beside me. Nathan moved to my other side and I basked in the sensation of his calloused palm contrasted with my lover’s smooth hand touching and caressing me.

  Nathan’s mouth brushed mine and he kissed me sweetly. “Do you like your birthday surprise?”

  I moaned my acquiescence, too tired to speak. My entire body was heavy and sated, my arms and legs entwined with Nate’s and my lover’s. The one glass of wine I’d had earlier finally caught up with me.

  My limbs grew heavy and I did not remember falling asleep.

  ———

  Nathan handed Lindsey a glass of wine before he dragged up a chair and sat. Damn. Watching two women make love to each other was about the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

  He’d known Gemma was into chicks but—

  He turned up his beer and guzzled a quarter of it, loving the heady flavor and the tickle of carbonation. Propping his feet on the railing of the deck, he looked over his wooded backyard. “She’ll sleep until we go back and wake her up.”

  Lindsey yawned. “I could do with a nap myself.”

  Nathan cut his gaze at the pretty blonde. “Thanks for doing this.”

  “My pleasure,” Lindsey said. “I’ve always had the hots for Gemma.”

  “I’m glad you said something,” Nathan told her. “As a guy, I just don’t catch onto that kinda thing.”

  Lindsey laughed. “She still has no idea who I am, does she?”

  Nathan shook his head. Gemma was a smart woman. She’d figure it out sooner or later. Lindsey had been a faithful customer at his pizzeria for the past three years. Both he and Gemma had always enjoyed Lindsey’s company. She was a local artist and a successful one at that.

  Nathan had always noticed Lindsey came to the pizzeria alone and wondered why a sexy, smart woman like her wasn’t in a relationship. Until recently, he hadn’t known Lindsey had been involved—with a woman. In a small town like theirs, it was prudent to keep that kind of thing on the down low.

  But shortly after Lindsey broke up with her significant other, she’d related her girl-crush on Gemma to Nathan.

  Nathan has almost felt as if he were going behind Gemma’s back but she had often talked about her fantasies of having another woman join them. Gemma’s sex talk might have only been fantasizing out loud but Nate was a fix-it type of guy and if Gemma said she wanted it, he was bound and determined to give it to her. While most men would have felt threatened by it, he’d sought a way to make it happen.

  Now that he had seen his wife making love to another woman, he knew he wanted it to happen—a lot.

  Gemma’s happiness was the most important thing in his world. He swallowed. She’d looked pretty damn happy when Lindsey was riding her face. His cock jerked against his jeans. Gemma’s pussy had never been so wet.

  Pride swelled in his chest that he had brought the two women together. While he wasn’t interested in anyone but his wife, it was certainly hot to watch her with Lindsey. They both had beautiful bodies but where Lindsey was blonde, Gemma was brunette. The contrast was stunning.

  Lindsey yawned again.

  “Why don’t you go take a nap with Gem? I’ll run out and pick up something for dinner,” Nathan offered.

  “Sounds like a plan,” Lindsey said, pushing herself out of her seat. She flashed him a smile. “Take your time.”

  ———

  I shifted under a blanket as the haze of sleep slipped away. Warmth snuggled next to me and the earlier events rushed back over me in a torrent. I had been thoroughly spanked and fucked by my husband and a woman.

  And I was still blindfolded.

  It was time to put an end to the mystery. I lifted the edge of the blindfold and blinked. Even though the room was cast in evening shadows, the light still hurt my eyes.

  “Lindsey!” I exclaimed, unable to hide my surprise.

  She blinked and opened her eyes.

  I gaped. Lindsey? Ultra-sexy, artistic, smart Lindsey? A smile stretched my lips. Damn. Double damn. I had fantasized about Lindsey more than once but I never knew she was into women.

  And how in the hell had Nathan known?

  I ripped the blindfold off. “Lindsey?”

  She grinned and nodded. “Have you enjoyed your birthday…so far?”

  “Oh hell yes.”

  She tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. The act was so utterly feminine it stole my breath. Realization flooded me as I looked into her eyes. Everything made perfect sense. I had always wondered why Lindsey never dated men or introduced us to her significant other.

  The previous week, Nathan had mentioned to me that Lindsey seemed to be having a difficult time over a break-up. I just had not known from whom. Evidently, she’d told Nathan more than Nathan had told me.

  “I had no idea—” I began.

  “I wanted to tell you but Nathan wanted to surprise you,” Lindsey said.

  “It was a nice surprise,” I said. “I’m sorry about you and your partner.”

  Lindsey shrugged. “It had been a long time coming.”

  Her blue eyes sparkled and she brushed an errant strand of hair away from my cheek. “I’ve had a crush on you for a year.”

  My heart swelled. “Me?”

  She nodded.

  I laughed. “You h
ave been in more than one of my fantasies. I never thought Nathan would act on it though.”

  A warm blush crept into my cheeks when I thought of how I had talked aloud about wanting to eat Lindsey’s pussy while Nathan and I had been making love.

  “He’s gone to the store,” Lindsey said huskily. Her warm fingers trailed up my arm. There was no mistaking her meaning.

  She wanted to make love to me. Just us girls. I shuddered with excitement.

  My gaze darted from her eyes to her full lips and fresh desire to kiss her welled. She shifted toward me. As if I possessed no will of my own, I closed the distance between us and devoured her mouth. Our teeth clashed, our tongues met. I moved restlessly against her body, entwining my legs and arms with hers. Compared to Nathan, she seemed so small and fragile. I loved the feel of her silky hair, her velvety skin. Her breasts. Oh, her beautiful, full breasts. Touching her was almost overwhelming. It was as if I could not get enough of her at once.

  Reluctantly, I dragged my mouth from hers but only long enough to seek out one of her taut nipples. I loved the feel of the pebbled bud in my mouth. Apparently, she did too. Her hands threaded into my hair and held my head there as she arched toward me.

  My body trembled when she whispered my name. I wanted her. I wanted to eat her, to watch her come on my fingers and then I wanted to watch her head dip between my legs as she ate me.

  While I continued sucking her breast, I reached downward and her legs flew open. She sighed as my fingers found her folds. Her pussy was smooth, freshly waxed. Her hips curled toward me and I slipped my index finger inside her wet velvet sheath. Her muscles contracted around me as she undulated against my hand.

  My own pussy clenched in response. I loved lavishing all my attention on her, knowing I was pleasing her and would be pleased in return after I had made her come.

  Her hands roamed over my hair and shoulders as she began to rock faster against my hand. Cream gathered around my finger but I could tell she needed more. She needed my mouth on her clit.

  She spread for me as I moved between her legs and kissed my way down her abdomen, down the thin strip of close-clipped hair to where her clit budded. She smelled sweet, fragrant with the hint of a spicy essential oil. I inhaled it as I flicked my tongue over her clit. Her thighs trembled.

  My mouth locked on her labial lips and I sucked and tongued, working my finger in and out of her, reaching to tantalize her G-spot. All I could think was that I was making love to a woman. To Lindsey. Her fingers laced into the hair at my temples and she held it back, lifting her head to watch me.

  “So beautiful,” she whispered, lifting and spreading, opening for me like a butterfly’s wings.

  My lashes fluttered opened and my gaze found hers. It was the most erotic sight I had ever laid eyes on. Her lips were parted. Her nipples were like diamonds. Her sky blue eyes were stormy with passion. Sharp desire surged and I reached between my own legs to massage my clit while I tongued hers.

  I fingered her faster. Her lashes drifted closed and the most beautiful smile claimed her lips as her head dropped back on the pillows. Her back arched. Her body tensed. I knew she was about to come. The hands that had gently held my hair now forced my head hard against her pussy. She rocked, grinding her pubis into my face, against my probing finger.

  I locked onto her clit, alternately flicking it with my tongue and then sucking.

  Before she cried out, I felt her channel spasm, slow and rhythmic at first and then hard as her sheath clamped down around my finger.

  “Gemma,” she moaned, squeezing my head with her thighs, running one heel down my back as she rode out the orgasm. “Oh baby, eat my pussy. Make me come.”

  Fucking A! I was about to come myself. As soon as she finished, I straddled her, seizing hold of the headboard. “Finger-fuck me,” I said breathlessly. “Hard and fast.”

  I couldn’t wait for her to put it in me. A gasp tore from my lips as her hand cupped my pussy. I was so wet, her index finger slid into me easily. I dropped my head, holding her gaze as her finger worked in and out of my pussy.

  Her hand found my nipple and she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. “Come for me, Gemma.”

  “Two fingers,” I said.

  Another finger joined the first and my leg muscles went weak. Almost there… Almost…

  “Oh hell yes!” I cried, reaching down to rub my clit while she fingered me. Bliss crashed over me and when she wrested the last spasm from my pussy, I sank onto her and my mouth fused with hers.

  Chapter Two

  I eased into the tub, stepping between Lindsey’s legs as I sat so that we faced each other.

  “Hot, isn’t it?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Feels good, though.”

  Her contented smile told me she thought so, too. She reclined and rested her head on the rounded edge. Tendrils of blonde hair escaped her ponytail, curling in the steam. She was beautiful. Just looking at her made me want to touch her. And here we were, together in the bath, with our legs tangled.

  There was so much about her I thought I knew. Now, she seemed a complete mystery that I desperately wanted to unravel.

  “When did you and your girlfriend break up?”

  She inhaled and I regretted my hasty question.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “That’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”

  “No. It’s okay,” she said. “We’ve been apart about a month but things haven’t been good between us for about six months.”

  “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

  Her gaze leveled on mine. “I’m not.”

  I swallowed thickly.

  She continued. “I found Katie to be a bit overbearing. Too jealous.”

  I stared, uncertain of what to say.

  A slow smile crept across her face. “I think I’m going to enjoy being on my own for a while.”

  I bit my bottom lip. My heart pounded against my rib cage and I could not figure out why. Was it that I was fantasizing about being with Lindsey? I didn’t understand. I loved Nathan. How could I possibly want to be with someone else in a way other than the playful sex we’d shared earlier?

  Nathan had asked Lindsey to take part in my birthday surprise. Obviously, he did not realize he had reawakened a desire in me I had all but forgotten.

  Or did he?

  I looked at Lindsey. “What about…men?”

  “Men?”

  “Are you…completely gay or do you like men, too?” I asked. It was a fair question.

  “I told Nathan we shouldn’t surprise you about this.”

  My pulse stampeded in my veins. Had they— Oh my God! Had my husband been considering an affair? Is that why he brought Lindsey into our sex life? Was I not enough for him? My mind raced with the possibilities, all of which were bad. I started to shake.

  Lindsey leaned forward and placed her hands on my knees. “Gemma, I’ve been with guys in the past—but I prefer women. I told Nate we should tell you so that you would know I’ll respect your relationship with him and won’t do anything that would make you uncomfortable. I wanted you to know what my boundaries were before we ever started this.”

  This. What exactly was this? Already visions of having two lovers in my life filled my head and trickled down, softening me in spots I wanted to be touched and licked.

  “So, you’re not interested in Nate at all?” I asked, incredulous that another woman had no sexual designs on my six-foot, rock-hard, sexy husband.

  “Nate’s a nice guy,” she said and smiled. “But I’m interested in you.”

  I began shaking again.

  “See?” Nate’s voice startled me from the doorway. “I knew you two ladies would figure it out.”

  My gaze flew to his. He stood, arms crossed over his chest, admiring the two naked women in his tub. “I think Lindsey would like to get to know you better,” he drawled.

  I could scarcely believe it. My husband was giving me permission to have an affair—with a woman?
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br />   Lindsey stood and I watched rivulets of water trail down her peaches and cream breasts and her taut abdomen. Beads of water glistened on her pink clit, which peeped out of her folds. Unable to resist, I got on my knees and pressed a kiss to her sweet bud.

  She lifted one leg and rested her foot on the side of the tub to give me better access. The need to satisfy her consumed me and I buried my face in her pussy, licking, tasting and suckling her clit. Her breathy moans encouraged me and I clung to her hips, eating her while cream gathered in my own pussy.

  “I think we should continue this in the bedroom,” Nate said.

  I peeped at him over her raised leg.

  “You still have twelve more licks to go as I recall,” he said wickedly. “And this time, I’m wielding the paddle.”

  My entire body hummed with excitement as I followed Lindsey out of the tub.

  Nathan handed us both towels, which we used on each other, taking our time to kiss and caress the spots we dried.

  Nathan was undressed by the time we finished and joined him in the bedroom. He stood at the foot of the bed, slapping the fur side of the paddle against his palm. “Come on, birthday girl. I want to watch you eat a woman’s pussy while I spank your pretty little ass.”

  Anticipation spiraled in my core as Lindsey climbed onto the bed, stretched out on her bed and opened her thighs. I joined her, positioning myself on my hands and knees between her legs. Wiggling my bottom enticingly, I glanced back at Nate before I lowered my mouth to Lindsey’s pretty pussy.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit and then flattened it to run it down and into her channel. She spread wider and I pushed her legs up and back, opening her fully to my hungry mouth.

  Nate braced a hand at the base of my spine and my ass cheeks tingled expectantly. The first swat was just a teaser. I moaned into Lindsey’s pussy. She drew her knees up to her chest and rocked against my mouth.