Sam couldn’t speak, the exquisite feel of the man’s hands on her butt, gently soothing the sting. She could feel his body heat on the back of her legs. How had she not heard him come in? Who was it?
She knew instinctively that it wasn’t Luke, but who could Logan have gotten and why hadn’t he warned her?
~*~*~
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Sam?” Logan asked, leaning closer to her ear.
Sam was still lying across his lap while Tag had approached her from behind, lowering himself on his haunches as he caressed the reddened skin of Sam’s bottom.
Logan’s willpower was being tested at the moment, but he wasn’t willing to admit it. With Sam sprawled across his thighs, her butt a bright, rosy red from his hand, he was beside himself with need. This was the first and only time he’d ever spanked Sam, but after that little experience, he didn’t promise it wouldn’t happen again.
“Answer me.” He told his wife.
“Yes. It’s what I wanted.”
That’s what he thought. Logan knew those late night talks hadn’t been in vain. His wife enjoyed being pleasured by another man, and Logan enjoyed the hell out of watching it. Right now for instance, while Tag was becoming intimately familiar with Sam’s backside, Logan was on pins and needles.
“Stand up.” Unable to sit still, especially with Sam’s upper body pressing against his cock, Logan knew it was time to move to the next phase. Helping his wife to her feet, Logan stood the moment he was free.
“On the table.” He ordered, turning her so her ass was on the edge. Lifting, he assisted her in getting where he wanted her to be.
“Now lay back and take off the rest of your clothes.” He ordered, taking a step to the side so Tag would have a direct view of her.
Logan watched as Sam’s gaze traced over Tag, watching him with excitement in her eyes. He knew she enjoyed this, knew she’d been waiting patiently for months for a repeat performance. And although Luke wasn’t the one to join them, Logan felt at ease with Tag. The man seemed to know how this worked, just going with the flow.
When Sam slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs, Tag reached forward and helped to ease them down her legs.
“Your wife is so fucking hot.” Tag grumbled, his deep voice resonating through the empty kitchen.
“Now the bra.” Logan instructed, his eyes glued to Sam’s hands and the stunning body she was uncovering. “She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Logan added.
“Does her pussy taste as sweet as it looks?” Tag asked.
“Ambrosia.” Logan said, feeling damn near in awe of his wife. She was absolute perfection, laid out naked on the table like a feast.
When her eyes met his, Logan made sure she could see everything he felt – every ounce of love, respect, and total infatuation.
“Please, Logan.” Sam pleaded.
Logan could deny her nothing, and when she looked at him like that, he knew he never would. “Put your feet on the table and spread your legs.”
Sam did as instructed, putting her heels on the table and widening her knees so her pussy was open and beckoning. “It’s time for Tag to taste you, baby. I want to watch while he eats your pussy.”
Logan hadn’t been this excited since the very first time he’d shared Sam with Luke. Watching her pleasure was mind blowing; being able to direct it was a gift.
Chapter Seven
Tag didn’t appear to require any further direction because he made his way closer to the table, placing his big hands on Sam’s small ankles before gliding them up her calves, over her knees and down her thighs. He took his time touching her, likely enjoying the soft, smooth texture of her skin against his.
Logan watched intently, knowing exactly what it felt like to be where Tag was. To inhale the sensual scent of Sam’s arousal, the see the dampness lining the soft, pink folds of her pussy, only moments before he was lapping at them.
Moving around to the other side of the table, Logan took each of Sam’s hands in one of his and held it above her head, wanting to touch her, but also wanting an unobstructed view of Tag’s bald head between Sam’s splayed thighs. Her moans were increasing, her body writhing against the hard wooden table, and her eyes were open and locked on the same place Logan’s were.
“Does it feel good, Sam?” Logan asked, leaning forward so his mouth was close to Sam’s ear, the subtle intoxicating scent of her assaulting his senses and making his cock that much harder.
“Yes. God, it feels so good.” Her words of encouragement seemed to inspire Tag because the man used his fingers to spread open her labia, his tongue easing between the folds, tasting every inch, but never delving into her pussy or over her clit, which Logan knew would drive Sam wild.