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"As I recall," Caleb countered, placing his hands on my bare waist. “You pulled as many women as I did."
I glanced at my husband, who was tall and so damn handsome, with a body that never failed to make me hot. He’d always felt a little self-conscious about being half Indian, half white—way too many people asked him awkward questions about his ethnicity—but in my humble opinion, the mix of features his parents had given him bordered on masculine perfection.
“You two are the best of both worlds,” I said, kissing my husband first. “Tall, dark, and handsome with a killer smile and a sexy ass.” Then I turned to Caleb and kissed him. “And the golden boy with a body to die for. Must have been tough to find women who were into you.”
Julian shook his head, a teasing glint in his eyes as he pulled his lips into a pout. “You should feel sorry for us! We had to work hard for our kink.”
The remaining clothes fell away with increasing urgency—Julian's shirt was tossed aside, Caleb's belt unbuckled by my eager fingers, pants kicked off and abandoned. Soon we stood together, a triangle of skin and urgent need—Julian completely naked, Caleb in tight black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his impressive erection, me still in my lingerie.
"On the bed," Julian directed, his voice low and commanding in a way that made me shiver. "I want to watch Caleb touch you."
I crawled onto the mattress, feeling their eyes on me as I positioned myself in the center of the bed. Julian sat at the edge, stroking himself lazily as Caleb hesitated by the foot of the bed.
"This feels different," Caleb said, his eyes darting between us. “Before, the women were never anyone’s partner.”
Julian laughed. "You're not intruding when you're invited. Get over here and touch my wife."
I reached for Caleb, beckoning him forward. "Please," I said.
That one word broke any last barriers he'd erected, and I could see it in his eyes, in his posture. Caleb crawled onto the bed, hovering over me with an intensity that stole my breath. His fingers traced my collarbone, feather-light.
"You're so bloody beautiful," he murmured, accent thickening again. "I've been dreaming about this since that day in yoga class."
"Show me," I whispered.
Caleb lowered his head, lips brushing along the curve of my neck, down to the swell of my breasts above the lace. Julian moved closer, his hand finding my hair, stroking it as he watched his old roommate worship my body.
"She loves having her nipples sucked," Julian offered, casual as if discussing the weather. "Gets her so wet you wouldn't believe."
Caleb didn't need to be told twice. He hooked a finger under my bra, pulling the cup down to expose my breast. When his mouth closed around my nipple, hot and wet and perfect, I arched off the bed with a gasp.
"Like that," Julian encouraged, his free hand moving to my other breast, mirroring Caleb's attention. "She makes the sweetest fucking noises when you use your teeth. Just a little."
I should have felt objectified, being discussed like I wasn't there, but instead, it was intoxicating—being the center of their attention, the object of their shared desire. Caleb followed Julian's instruction, grazing my nipple with his teeth, and I rewarded him with a moan that made both men groan in response.
Julian reached behind me, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. Caleb helped slide it down my arms, his eyes darkening at the sight of my naked breasts.
"Fucking perfect," he breathed.
Together, they slid my thong down my legs, leaving me exposed between them. Caleb's eyes raked over me with hungryappreciation while Julian traced familiar patterns on my inner thigh, each touch inching higher.
"Tell me what you want, Nisha," Caleb said, his voice husky. "Anything."
I reached for both of them, one hand finding Julian's cock, the other tracing the outline of Caleb's through his boxers. "I want both of you," I said, emboldened by desire. "I want to feel you everywhere."
"Shall we show her how we used to do this in college?" Julian asked Caleb, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Caleb nodded, his composure unraveling by the second. "Yes."
Julian reclined on the bed, guiding me onto my knees so I straddled his face, my hands braced against the mattress. His tongue found me, licking a broad stripe through my folds that made my thighs tremble.
"Fuck," I gasped, grinding down against his mouth.
Caleb watched, stroking himself through his boxers. "He was always good at that," he commented, his voice strained.
Julian hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. Then he pulled back just enough to speak. "Don't just watch, Caleb. Her mouth is free." He paused to eye Caleb. “Do you still get tested religiously?”
“Yes, but I’ll wear a condom if you like.”
