“Christ, Ev!” Stef shook her head. She sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at Ben. “Come here.”

He came toward her and, when he was close enough, she grabbed the loops in his jeans, jerking him a little, popping his button and unzipping him. The bulge there hadn’t lessened at all. She edged the pants down his hips, cupping her hand over him in his boxer-briefs. His sharp intake of breath was followed by a groan as she rubbed her palm there, looking up at his face.

“This is what he wants,” Stef whispered. “And I can’t say I don’t want you, Ben. What do you want?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“We can’t undo this.” She leaned in to kiss his shaft through the thin material.

“I know.” Ben’s hand stroked her hair, almost tentative. Her tongue teased the head of his cock through his briefs and he moaned. “Oh, hell. Let’s keep undoing it.”

She pulled his briefs down to his knees along with his jeans, freeing his cock. It stood pointing directly at her mouth. Her eyes caressed the length of him.

He had a beautiful cock-long, thick at the base, and it curved a little to the left with a slightly engorged bounce that she steadied with her hand.

Her eyes met Evan’s as she slid her tongue over the tip of Ben’s cock, wetting him with her saliva. She took her time, easing him slowly into her mouth, seeming more interested in her own sensation than his, just enjoying the feel of him against her tongue.

Rubbing him over her lips, she looked over at her husband. “Remember this?”

“Yes.” Evan swallowed and nodded, his response slightly hoarse. “Did you miss it?”

Nodding, she looked back up at Ben, whose eyes were dark with some emotion. Maybe it was lust, bit perhaps it was something else. She took him fully into her throat, then, no hands now, and that made him close his eyes altogether.