Later, the three of us snuggled together in the bed with Pete in the middle. He had one arm around Bryan’s shoulders, the other around my back to hold me close. I knew he was worn out and sore—our coupling had seemed to last for hours, but only because we had to go slower than our normal, furious pace. Bryan’s head was nestled under Pete’s chin, his arm draped over Pete’s chest, his hand cupping one of my breasts tenderly. Me, I had a hand under the covers, alternately stroking Pete’s c**k, then Bryan’s, which rested on my husband’s thigh.
All in all, I think it was a good night.
“I wish this could last forever,” Bryan murmured.
Pete laughed. “It was only a one-shot deal. Thank you.” He kissed the top of Bryan’s head, then turned to me. I looked up at him and caught his kiss on my lips
