I can’t think straight. I’m getting dizzy from the rush of blood southward. I’ve wanted Pamela for so long, it’s hard to believe it’s coming true. I break our kiss, grip the hem of her shirt and peel it off.

She’s not wearing a bra so her amazing upper half is immediately bared to my gaze. Jesus. She’s perfect. My mouth waters, ready to taste every inch of her.

Pammie bites her lower lip, a shy expression on her face. Her chest and neck are as flushed as her cheeks. I reach out to cup her in both hands and she gasps. Her supple flesh feels amazing in my palms. Her whimpers fuel my lust.

Moving behind Pammie, I grip her hips and walk her closer to Debra.

“Look, Debs.” I smirk at my wife. “Isn’t Pammie absolutely beautiful?”