She didn’t want to cave that easily. Rising onto her knees, she sat up enough to let him slip free from her vag and, before he probed again, she turned and repositioned herself to face them. On the bed Elliot leaned over Jason and cradled his chin, pulling him back as they kissed. His other hand rested against Rachel’s knee, the fingers wet with her quim. Elliot and Jason broke apart—slowly at first, Elliot nibbling on Jason’s lips and tongue, then sitting back to let him catch his breath. As her husband sighed, Elliot dipped his damp fingers into Jason’s mouth, first one, then both. He chased them with another kiss.
Enough of this, Rachel thought. They could kiss afterward. She wanted one of them in her, now, and she didn’t mean a finger or two. Sitting back on the pillow, she peeled off
