Then she leaned in and kissed Ben, soft at first, a tender thing, but that didn’t last long. The heat of their bodies together drove them both onward, their hands roaming over each other. Stef reached down between his thighs, her hand pulling and tugging on his cock, and Evan heard Ben groan against her mouth.

Ben rolled onto her, pressing a thigh between hers, and Evan watched as his wife ran her red-painted nails down his friend’s broad, tanned back. Ben’s hands were cupping her breasts, his tongue flicking her pink, sensitive nipples, making her moan and writhe underneath him.

“I want you in me,” she murmured, loud enough Evan could hear the urgency in it.

“Yes,” Evan whispered from his chair, seeing how her hand stroked Ben, guiding him toward her waiting pussy. He had flashes of memory, remembering how that felt, how small and warm her hand was, the heat of her flesh as she slipped him up and down her slit.

Her cry when Ben pressed into her filled the room-a sudden, shocking thing. Everyone and everything stopped for a moment, and Evan saw her trembling underneath Ben, who kissed her cheeks, her closed eyelids, her quivering mouth.

“Are you okay?” Ben whispered, and when she opened her eyes, Evan could see tears glistening there. She nodded, slipping a hand around behind his neck and pulling his mouth to hers, kissing him fiercely, threatening to swallow him.

She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, shoving herself up into him as he began to move in her. They rocked like that a while, grinding their pelvises together, and Evan could hear her excitement growing, could see it in the way her face and chest began to flush with arousal.

“More.” She moved against him. “Harder.”

Ben grabbed her legs, pressing them back and kneeling up so he could drive harder into her, taking full, long strokes now. Evan could see his cock and how wet it was with her juices. She was moaning, her fingers rubbing her clit, her breasts bouncing with the gentle motion.