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body quieted.
    "Look what you made me do."
    "I did that! Well, I was taught to clean up my messes." She swallowed his cock, sucked on it to tease him a bit more, but it backfired, setting off tremors at the juncture of her thighs.
    "Damn, Jac!" he breathed.
    She moved up and licked across his abdomen, following a pearly white stream. He quivered at her touch, and caressed her as she sucked and lapped, cleaning him up.
    Memories of days when they’d goof around with different sex play flooded her and she didn’t stop when there was nothing more to clean up. Licking, sucking his rock hard nipples, she felt his hand run over her body and reach under and grab a breast, mold it, pull on the tip, then he went lower and plunged into her pussy. "Ah," she moaned and moved against him.
    A hand massaged her foot and she sat back on her heels, checking herself to be sure she stayed within the realm of the game until such time it was an agreeable change. She ran her tongue over her lips. "Wow, best dinner I’ve ever had. Thanks, guy’s." She got to her feet. "Rest up, you’ll need it," Jackie told them as she began to clean up the food mess.
    "Haven’t you figured out who your husband is, yet?"
    "Why? Not having fun, boys?" she asked as she removed the tablecloth, picked up her clothes, and put them in the laundry room. "Bored with your sex toy."
    "Man, if I could move…"
    "Same here, she drained me right down to the marrow in my bones."
    Jackie ignored them and started to wash up the dishes. When she finished and had everything wiped down, she grabbed the mop and bucket with the intention of mopping the floor. "You’d better not be sleeping over there?"
    "No, resting up."
    "Go shower, I need to mop," she said as she let water run in the bucket.
    "I think I’m stuck to the floor."
    She started on the sink side of the kitchen and worked her way over to them. She nudged their bodies with her mop. They didn’t budge. "Human floor décor would make an interesting conversation piece come Thanksgiving." She mopped around them. "Not quite sure Aunt Edna’s heart could handle such modern art. However, I’m sure Uncle Fred would put his off-humor to work." She held out a hand to Lenny. "On the other hand, you might expel an offensive odor by then and it won't be grandma's oyster dressing." He grabbed onto her wrist and she yanked him up.
    He held his hand down to his brother. "Come on before she mops over you."
    "Go, shower, and save some hot water for me," she told them.
    They left her to finish up then she fixed them some soup and grilled cheese to eat while she showered.
    She scrubbed her hair to remove the food, pondering the question put to her. Of course she knew at times who her husband was. It was their ignorance to think there were no tell-tell signs to know which twin she was married to. Especially, when she'd dated the other one for three years before Lenny captured her heart. A twinge of disappointment stabbed her heart at the thought neither might be interested in carrying on the threesome in some manner. Washing up, she thought the way to find out for sure was to answer their question and discuss it openly. If Randy was going to be home full time, rules needed to be set so no one was thrown off and bad feelings were caused. The one thing that had to come out intact was her marriage.
    After blow drying her hair and scenting her body, she grabbed Lenny's wedding ring from his valet and went to confront the guys. Or it felt like a confrontation because she was afraid twenty-four hours of what she'd longed for was all they were going to allow.
    They patted the empty space between them on the couch, but she shook her head and sat in the recliner. "So, seriously guys. What were you expecting with this twin game?"
    "Pretty much what happened, but—"
    "We thought you’d play along, have a little fun and this morning knock our heads together."
    "I did have fun. I want to have more fun." The surprise on their faces was priceless.