Chapter 7

That’s when Dale’s cock disappeared from my grasp. His body shifted from beside me and in the next moment I heard the crash of empty wine glasses toppling over and onto the carpet as the coffee table was pushed away from the sofa.

In the next space he’d made Dale crouched before me. His hands started at my knees and began to creep their way up my thighs. The warmth of his fingertips left my skin tingling and I trembled when his hands slipped beneath my skirt.

“Let us show you how much we appreciate you.” Dale smiled up at me. His fingers hooked in my panties and pulled them south. Instinctively I lifted my feet for him to slip them over my heels.

Every sane part of me was yelling that this couldn’t possibly be happening. They were married. My best friend and his husband were gay.