My lovers each took a hand, bound it to the restraint at the top of the bed.

They gazed lovingly upon my body. How was I so blessed to have these two men who adored me so much? Who happily shared my time, my love — and of course, my orgasms.

“You go first,” he said. “She loves your tongue.”

He didn’t argue. He knew he was right.

One moved between my legs; the other lay beside me, stroking my boy, teasing my nipples into point. He watched, fascinated and aroused, as the other began to tease me with his tongue.