Romantic Evening In

"The fine wine tonight, darling," Reena reminded him, as if he could forget. Douglas uncorked the bottle, suited up like an elite waiter (or lawyer) bringing out two bottles of the Rothschild vintage to the table.

"What's the occasion?" Rocco said slyly. They were in the Patel home, just the three of them.

"Does there need to be one?" Reena asked, mirth in her eyes. "Closed on a merger today. And I thought we'd celebrate us. It's the anniversary of Marcella's conception."

"Ah," Rocco said, sitting back in his chair. "Now that was a night."

"Mmmhm, on that yacht off Bermuda. Just the two of us, remember?"

"You're damn right. I proposed. You said yes. We fucked till dawn," Rocco said, and Douglas could see the beast in his trousers twitching already.

"And in the morning, I was properly bred," Reena finished. "So I thought we'd celebrate by reenacting the event."

***

Fortunately, she was on the pill. Douglas knew that much. But it was hard. Hard to watch them kissing each other sensuously. Hard to watch the romantic sparks.

"Be a dear and get me some more wine, Douglas," Reena moaned, as Rocco peeled the panties off her, exposing the lush forest between her thighs.

"But be a good chap and don't go too fast," Rocco said. Reena giggled.

When Douglas returned ten minutes later, Rocco's cock was already buried balls deep inside Reena. Douglas topped off their glasses, watching Rocco's big balls slapping her tight lil star. Douglas went to the closet, causing Rocco to chortle. And Douglas stroked, listening to their fucking ... no, their lovemaking.

"Yes, darling, right there, Rocco. God, I love you. I love you. God, I'd be your wife in a heartbeat ..."

The orgasms came hot and heavy that night, from all sides.