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came off him, milking his shaft and letting the thick, burbling cream stripe her chest and face. When she gripped him just below the head, she gave him one last squeeze, milking the last drop, which she used to paint her mouth.
    A tsking sounded from her right. She turned her head to Brent, whose expression was hard. So was his cock, which he’d ringed at the base.
    “You’ve made a mess, Lily. Come here.”
    She crawled to him then knelt between his legs as he produced wipes and began to clean her.
    “Lou, she’s been a naughty girl.”
    “Uh, guess that’s my cue to get the flogger?”
    “Uh huh.” Brent narrowed his gaze at her. “Go bend over the bed, sweetheart.”
    When she rose, she was shocked that her legs felt like jelly. But she did as she’d been told and walked to the side of the bed and rested her torso against the soft mattress. Again Brent had a profile view of her body. She turned her face away to watch as Lou sauntered by, swishing the long flanges of the flogger. Her heart stuttered then began to race.
    Now, he was out of her view. She bunched the bottom sheet inside her fists and held her breath.
    The first lash wouldn’t have made a baby cry.
    “Harder, Lou. She’s a woman. She deserves a firm stroke.”
    God, Brent was delicious—his voice commanding and edged with a dark, delightful glee. The next strokes were sharper, and she gasped. More fluid leaked down her thigh.
    “Hit the backs of her thighs, just beneath her pussy. She’s most tender there, and she loves it.”
    Lou’s laugh was more of a bark. “You do know I’ll see her ass, just like this, every time she twitches it in the office.”
    “Then be sure to make it red. Leave some stripes to savor the memory.”
    “Lily?” Lou said, his voice softening. “That okay with you?”
    She liked that he asked. And she liked the hint of hope he betrayed in his soft voice. “Spank my ass, Lou. Snap it at my cunt. I’ve been a bad girl.” And then she snickered, because she knew she sounded like an actress in a very bad porno movie.
    “Told you, she’s a nasty girl,” Brent growled.
    What followed sent her into nearly orgasmic bliss. The leather licked and stung everywhere it kissed her flesh. When he slapped her lengthwise over her cunt, she nearly came.
    “I’m sorry, Brent,” she sobbed, unable to control her ragged breaths or the choked quality of her voice.
    The strokes ended. A broad palm smoothed over her hot skin, petting her ass and her pussy.
    “She’s plenty hot, Brent.”
    “And you’re hard again. That’s good.”
    Lily turned her head toward Brent. Her eyelids were lazily dipping downward, her mouth felt bruised from the number of times she’d bitten them to still her pleased cries. Her gaze met and locked with her husband’s.
    His cheeks and jaw were hard, the skin stretched tight to reveal the depth of his arousal. “Lou, sit on the edge of the bed and lie back. She’s going to straddle you.”
    Her eyes widened. He really did expect her to fuck his best friend. “Are you sure?” she whispered, afraid again. This would change things, forever. More than the blowjob, which hadn’t felt as intimate as she knew this next act would.
    The mattress dipped beside her.
    Brent gripped the arms of the chair. “This would please me, Lily. Let me watch. Then I’ll join you both.”
    She drew a long breath, then nodded and pushed up from the bed. Walking around the end, she glanced down at Lou who was indeed every bit as hard as he’d been when she’d sucked him off. Her pussy tingled.
    When he held out his hands, she accepted his help, climbing over him. She made a show of falling against his chest, but only because she wanted to rub her tight nipples against his sandy chest hair. His curls were crisper than Brent’s. She rubbed again.
    But his cock was huge and insistent, riding her wet slit. Her gaze went from Lou’s tight face to Brent’s. He was leaning forward, his elbows on his thighs. Ready to