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Shayla. And from the dazed expression on his friend’s face, so had he.
    Then Rob smiled. It started as a slight tilting of one corner of his mouth and quickly spread. It was a smile of promise. Of expectation.
    “Hold that thought,” Rob told him. He went back to Shayla, took her face in his hands and kissed her. “Are you ready?”
    She nodded. “And, by the way,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “that was hot as hell watching you two kiss.”
    Heat crept up Adam’s cheeks, but he laughed. “There’s more where that came from,” he promised.
    “Mmm, I hope so.”
    Rob went behind his wife and positioned his fingers on the ends of the nipple clamps. “You handle the clit clamp,” he told Adam. “On my count.”
    Adam knelt down to have a better view of what he was doing. And because Shayla had the sweetest pussy he’d ever seen. “I’m ready.”
    “Three, two, one.”
    Adam removed the clamp that was holding her clit. He glanced up and saw that Rob had done the same with the nipple ones.
    Shayla moaned and cried out, her body shaking from head to toe. The tips of her breasts were red and distended. Her clit was in much the same condition. Acting on instinct, Adam lapped his tongue over the hard, red nub of nerves. Shayla screamed and he pulled back, afraid he’d hurt her.
    “No.” She thrust her hips forward. “Don’t stop. So good.”
    “I’m going to fuck her from behind. One or two strokes and she’ll come.”
    Adam shifted so he could watch. Rob’s shaft was hard, the plum-shaped head glistening as he slowly sank into his wife’s body. He withdrew and pushed in again. Watching Rob’s cock pump in and out of Shayla’s cunt almost pushed him over the edge. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d come.
    Closing his eyes, Adam clamped his fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezed. His sac was snug against his body, his balls tight and hard and ready to explode.
    “Fuck,” he muttered. He didn’t want to come. Not yet.
    He opened his eyes and focused on Shayla. Leaning forward, he lapped at her clit and was immediately rewarded with her cry of pleasure. Her entire body was jerked upward as Rob fucked her from behind.
    Adam wanted to watch, but couldn’t. He didn’t want to come yet. Not without being inside one of them. Rob’s cock brushed against his chin on an in-stroke. Adam savored the sensation, wanting more than anything to be taking Rob’s shaft into his mouth. But this time was for Shayla.
    “She’s coming,” Rob warned.
    Adam curled his tongue around her clit, soothing it, stimulating it.
    Shayla screamed and he felt the change in her, knew she was lost in the erotic sensations pounding through her body as her orgasm overtook her.
    A short time later, Rob withdrew and leaned against the dresser. The entire length of his cock was slick with Shayla’s cream, but he hadn’t come. Adam was sure of that. Rob’s cock was hard and thick and he wanted to taste it.
    Adam gave her clit one final swipe with his tongue and sat back on his heels. She was spent. Her skin was glistening with perspiration. Her head was bent and she was breathing heavily.
    “Help me get her down from here,” Rob said.
    Adam stayed on his knees and unhooked the velvet cuffs from around her ankles. Rob did the same with her hands, catching his wife when her knees gave out. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to their large king-sized bed. Adam couldn’t make himself look away as Rob removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.
    “Get me a damp cloth from the bathroom, will you?” Rob asked. “Make it warm.”
    Adam struggled to his feet and staggered to the bathroom door. Leaning his hands on the marble vanity top, he stared at himself in the mirror. His mouth was damp, his hair disheveled. The throbbing in his cock was worse than the throbbing in his thumb the time he’d accidentally pounded it with the hammer. What the hell was he doing?
    “Adam?”
    Rob’s voice got him moving