Shelby walked into the living room, intending to head upstairs, but Dylan caught her hand and spun her around, pulling her against him for a kiss. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as his fingers tangled in her hair. His tongue found hers, doing a slow, sensual tango with it.
Behind her, something hard and unyielding pressed against her ass, and she jumped. Dylan broke the kiss with a chuckle.
“Sorry.” Carter’s voice was husky in her ear. “Didn’t meant to startle you.”
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. She could feel the heat of his body through both their clothes. “You didn’t. I like being right here between the two of you.”
“So then you won’t mind if I do this?”
Carter pushed her long hair aside with his hand and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Shelby opened her mouth to tell him she didn’t mind in the least, but all that came out was a moan as Dylan bent his head to kiss her again. Hands slid under her shirt to cup her bra-covered breasts. She thought it was Dylan, but it could just as easily have been Carter. It was a little difficult to concentrate at the moment. A few hours ago, she’d fantasized about being between her husband and her friend like this, but her fantasies didn’t even come close to how erotic this was.
“I think it’s time your clothes came off, don’t you, babe?” Dylan asked.
Shelby couldn’t agree more. She reached down to unbutton her shorts, but Dylan’s hands were already there. As he wiggled them over her hips, Carter pulled off her top. Her bra and panties quickly followed and within seconds, she was standing there completely naked. It wasn't like Carter hadn't seen her that way already—twice, actually—but she blushed a little anyway.
“You’re panties are soaking wet.” Dylan slipped his hand between her legs to glide a finger along her slick folds. “And so are you.”
She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to grind against his hand. “You and Carter have been driving me crazy.”
Her husband teased the opening of her pussy with his finger while behind her, Carter’s hands rested on her hips tantalizingly close to her ass.
“Or it could just be that you’re a bad girl,” Dylan said.
Shelby blinked up at him. Usually, when Dylan said she was a bad girl, it meant he was going to give her a spanking. It was sort of their special code word that always led to her getting her ass warmed. But would he do it in front of his best friend?
She hoped so.
“Maybe so,” she said softly.
His eyes turned molten. “Then maybe I should spank you.”
A fresh wave of excitement rippled through her. “Maybe you should.”
Dylan held her gaze for a moment longer before he looked over her shoulder at Carter. “You don’t mind if I spank my wife, do you?”
Carter’s breath stirred her hair. “Not at all. I wouldn't want to come between Shelby and the spanking she deserves.”