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First, he decided to be a Good Samaritan and helped Demi out of her clothing. Then he spread her legs wide, fit himself between them and ate her pussy while she watched the rest of the movie. Once he rubbed her juices over her quivering thighs, his lips and his chin, he spread her pussy lips wide and played with her clit. He could never get enough of her.

“Do you think the men can feel each other’s penises inside the woman when they fuck her at the same time?” Demi’s voice came out in short bursts, nearly in rhythm with her hips thrusting off the bed.

“Maybe. Your friend Lisa’s husband should be able to tell you.”

Demi gasped. “I can’t ask him something so naughty. I don’t know him that well.”

Alex lifted his face and their gazes duelled. “Have you fantasised about having two cocks fuck you at once?”

Red blossomed in the apples of her cheeks but her gaze held steady. Several heartbeats later, she finally answered. “Doesn’t every woman? Doesn’t every man fantasise about bedding two women at a time? Or more?”

Put that way, he couldn’t blame her. That was the dream of every teenage boy, wasn’t it? He’d had many a wet dream where he’d fucked multiple women. He suspected women had hot dreams, too.

He drove his fingers into her pussy, lapped at her juices and stroked her until she came long and hard. Loving her taste, he guzzled her cum.

When she stopped panting, he climbed atop her, imprisoning her on the bed and searched her eyes. “Would you like to have two men in your bed? Truth. I won’t be upset if you say yes.”

Surprise and suspicion warred for dominance in her eyes. Her arms curled around him and tightened. “Honestly?”

Love almost strangled him. All he wanted this moment was to make her happy, to make sure she was satisfied, emotionally and physically. “One hundred, thousand percent. Would you like to invite another man into our bed to make love with? And we can look into adoption so we can start a family.”

Adoration and happiness battled in her eyes as she nodded emphatically. She tightened her arms around his waist and smothered him with kisses.

* * * *

Did she want to be fucked? Did she want to have a baby?

Were they trick questions?

The taste of milk chocolate and caramel overwhelmed her, cutting off her oxygen for a split second. What red-blooded woman would say no if her man offered to fulfil such delicious fantasies without recourse? Only a stupid one and she had a high IQ.

“That sounds like fun.”

He cocked his head as a smile quirked on his lips. “Just
fun
?”

Fun didn’t begin to describe what she imagined two men worshipping her body would feel like. ‘Fun’ tasted like Milk Duds. Her ultimate fantasy tasted like a decadent chocolate mousse flambé. Her pussy quivered on the brink of coming again. “Okay, it would be awesome.”

Sudden shyness unlike any she’d felt with him since they’d first met, overcame her and her lashes swept over her eyes. Her mouth grew dry and she swallowed hard. If she didn’t ask what was uppermost on her mind, she’d forever regret a lost opportunity. “Are you saying we should bring someone else into our bed?”

Another thought struck her before the last word finished on her lips, and she wrangled with another bout of sensory overload. Keeping her voice as level as she could, she asked, “Are you attracted to men? Do you want him to fuck you, too?” To prove the idea turned her on, she plundered his lips and greedily explored his mouth.

To her delight, the flavours in her mouth were astonishing, a mixture of melted butter and lobster. She never would have dreamed the thought of her man being fucked by another man would have turned her on so much. Lisa had never been more right.

Surprise flickered in Alex’s eyes, then a smile stole over them. He shook his head. “No. Pussies make me hot, not cocks. But cocks make you hot and I want you to be smoking.”

If he was willing to bring another man into their bed, could she bring another woman into it, too? Could she be any less giving? The picture of him fucking another woman, of him suckling someone else’s breast while she watched, made her surprisingly hot. She was about to come just thinking about it.

What if having two naked women in his bed, two hot pussies at his mercy, made him hard? He wouldn’t be the only one to benefit. She traced his sexy lips with her finger. “I’ll make you a deal. If we bring another man into our bed for me, we’ll also bring another woman into our bed for you.”

“At the same time?”

She hadn’t thought about a foursome, but who knew? “I was thinking ménages, but maybe. Let’s check out the swing clubs around here. The Internet’s bound to have listings.”

He scrunched his nose and pulled back. “No. We don’t want strangers in our bed.”

Disappointment pooled in her stomach, and she tried to quell it but wasn’t successful. She knew it had been too good to be true. “Okay.”

He slid his finger beneath her chin and forced her gaze to meet his. “I mean we need to choose people we trust, people we’re attracted to. I don’t want to jeopardize your safety by bringing strangers into our home. And we’ll need to be discreet if we want the adoption to go through.”

Her giddiness returned full force and she hugged him with glee. “Thank you. Perhaps this is just what we need.”

He winked at her and waved a DVD case in front of her. With a wicked twinkle in his eyes, he asked, “Are you ready to watch Throbbinhood?”

* * * *

Someone she was attracted to?
The words chanted in her brain, driving her insane. Since she’d met Alex, she’d had eyes for no one else. She’d been blind to other men, hadn’t been tempted to look at them
that
way.

But her pussy ached to feel a real flesh and blood cock plunder it. It longed to ride it and to feel it in her ass. Until Alex’s diabetes had grown so bad, they’d fucked all the time. In the car. In stopped elevators. In the shower. In secluded meadows. In the pool. They’d always been on the lookout for a new, exciting place to make love.

And they’d made love for hours. Alex wasn’t a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy. He would keep her up all night and keep her in bed all day on weekends.
 
She’d begun to wonder if he was a sex addict, not that she minded.

She just longed to have her sex fiend back. Why hadn’t she thought of a ménage before?

But
who
else besides Alex did she want to touch, to kiss, to make love with?

Her co-worker and friend, Michael? His name tasted like macaroni and cheese on her tongue. He kept her laughing all lunch hour. He engaged her mind. But was she hot for his body?

What about Alex’s friends?

Wally was happily married with five kids. Besides, his name tasted like coconut, not a flavour she enjoyed.

Then there was Stu, an abrasive man who thought he was God’s gift to women. He was so hairy he was easily half-bear. His name tasted like grapefruit, another taste she couldn’t handle.

And then there was Matt…Alex’s cousin.

Um, what about Matt? He was a hot, young stud who didn’t take himself too seriously. With sky blue eyes and sunny blond hair he could star in a beach movie. Better yet, his name tasted like a luscious chocolate malt, and she had a sudden desire to slurp him all up. Best of all, he looked like her husband had when they’d first met.

She finished the stir fry she was making for dinner, put a lid on it so the cats wouldn’t steal their meat, and went in search of her husband. He was in the garage tinkering on the ’65 Mustang he was restoring to its former glory, half under the engine, greasy car parts scattered around his feet.

She hunkered down, peered underneath and watched for several moments before speaking. “She’s looking good. I can’t wait to ride in her.” She really couldn’t wait to make out in the back seat…

Alex slid out from under, rose to a sitting position and rolled his shoulders one at a time. “You’ll be the first one to ride in our chariot, babe. Not much longer now.”

A lot of things wouldn’t be much longer now if she had her way. Excited, eager to forge ahead, she blurted out, “I have an idea for our third partner.”

“Matt,” Alex said as if reading her mind.

Her pulse raced in her wrists. “You’re a mind reader.”

“No. All the women think he’s hot. And he likes you. Plus who would be more discreet than my own cousin?”

Her pussy tingled and she tried not to squirm. To keep from reaching down and rubbing herself, she wrapped her arms around her knees. “He does?”

Alex nodded and scooted closer. “He thinks you’re hot, but I’ll feel him out…”

Giggles burst from her lips. “An apropos choice of words.”

He gazed deeply, soulfully into her eyes, then pulled her into his arms and cradled her against him. “You know, in the old days, some religions had this custom. If a woman’s husband died, his closest male relative took her into his house and carried on the husbandly duties. Any babies that resulted would be considered her husband’s.”

Demi tingled all over. She searched his eyes. Was he saying Matt should father their child?

Thoughts and emotions slammed into one another so fast and furiously she became dizzy so she clung to Alex. Alex and Matt shared the same DNA. They even looked alike. Having Matt’s baby would be the next best thing to having Alex’s. The child would have Alex’s DNA, be a part of him. No one would ever suspect a thing. And they wouldn’t go bankrupt paying exorbitant fees to an adoption agency or fancy fertilization centre. They could save the money for the child’s college fund.

“What do you think?” Alex swayed with her and dropped a kiss on her nose.

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, yes. If Matt’ll go along. Do you think he will?”

Alex tugged a strand of her hair. “Don’t worry. If he turns us down he’s an idiot…and Matt is no idiot.”

Chapter Four

Matt stared at his cousin as if snakes had sprouted from his head. He was sure he hadn’t heard correctly. “Come again?”

Alex cleared his throat and cracked his knuckles, avoiding Matt’s eyes by looking around his bachelor pad. “Demi and I want to spice up our marriage, and we want to have one of those ménage a trios things. Demi thinks you’re hot, so what do you think?” The voice that slid across his cousin’s lips was husky with a trace of embarrassment.

Matt did a double take. Demi was a babe. But she’d always been off limits so he hadn’t allowed himself to think about her
that
way, except for the one or two times they’d had a pool party, and she’d traipsed around in a bikini, spilling out of her top. And then he’d only snuck a couple of glances when he thought no one was looking.

To cover his awkwardness, he cracked a lopsided grin. “You mean ménage a trois?”

Alex scowled. “Same difference. Three people share a bed and make out together.”

Matt had to chuckle, but his laughter died in his throat when Alex pinned a serious gaze on him. Visions of the delicious brunette with full, kissable lips bombarded him. This time she’d be fully naked, fully aroused and begging him to fuck her. And Alex wasn’t only okay with it, he was pleading with him to do it. There had to be more than met the eye. Alex was the last man he’d expect to share his wife. He was absolutely crazy about her.

“Why?”

Alex sucked in a ragged breath and looked heavenward. Furrows etched deeper in his forehead and the lines around his eyes fanned wider. He punched the wall beside them.

His pulse racing, Matt jumped back from the sudden explosion. “Whoa! What’s going on?”

Alex’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head. “I can’t get it up. This damned diabetes is killing our sex life. I’m afraid I’ll lose her if I don’t do something drastic to keep her satisfied. Plus, we want to have a baby.”

Matt’s jaw dropped and his tongue froze. His brain went fuzzy and he didn’t know what to say. If his cock stopped working, would he feel like a man anymore? He tried to find words to comfort his cousin but they stuck in his throat. He squeezed his shoulder and feeling inadequate he offered, “I’m sorry.”

Alex nodded and scrubbed the heel of his hand across his chin. “The doctors are working on me. I’m doing what I can. Not a damned thing’s helping.”

Matt’s brain whizzed and an answer popped out. “What about sex toys? You know, vibrators and dildos?”

A rueful laugh burst off his cousin’s lips. “Tried them. They don’t do a thing for her. She wants the real deal.”

Matt’s eyes widened and in sympathy for his cousin he felt as if he’d been sucker punched. “She said that?”

“Not in so many words. Her friend Lisa is having a ménage with her husband and his gay friend, and it’s turning on Demi.”

Shock anew froze Matt’s blood and he took a step back. Was his cousin gay?

As if reading his mind, Alex grimaced. “Don’t even go there. I don’t want you to screw me, just my wife. I’m not gay.” Alex squinted at him and lifted a brow. “You’re not disappointed, are you?”

A sigh of relief washed over Matt, and he sank deeper into his chair. It was his turn to rake his fingers through his hair. “Nope. I’ve always liked Demi. If you hadn’t snagged her, I would have gone for her.”

Alex cracked the first grin since this conversation began. “So, will you do it? Have a ménage with us? Help me keep her happy? Help us make a baby?”

Matt had trouble wrapping his brain around this concept. His cousin wanted him to screw his wife to keep her happy and to keep her from leaving him. That he could handle. But a baby? He’d always been the guy who liked to play with other people’s kids but liked going home to a nice, quiet and orderly house.

Alex thumped him on the back. “I’m only inviting you into my bed when I’m there, too. If I find out you’re screwing Demi when I’m not, I’ll cut off your nuts.”

Matt swallowed hard. Yeah, this was a real turn on.

Alex’s eyes pinched together as he regarded Matt closely. “So? What d’ya think?”

Matt’s cock grew thick and hot. He couldn’t wait to fuck the luscious woman, but he’d never had an audience or someone threaten to sever his balls. He cupped his dick protectively with his hands. “You’re joking, right? About the balls part? And the baby?”