...“The weekend is ours.” He squeezed her butt cheek. “Starting right now. You need to be fucked good and proper. Need to come until you’re spent enough to sleep the day, then come some more. And this tight ass of yours…”

He landed a hard smack over her backside. Judi gasped, rubbed her belly over his cock, and felt her pussy start to cream at the feel of his hard thigh.

“It’s going to burn.” He smacked her again. She arched into him, offering her neck to his mouth.

Reese eased away. “Roll the window down, then close the door.”

Heart thrumming in time with her swelling clitoris, Judi did as he’d ordered. She tossed her purse to the passenger seat, then turned with a smile as she closed the door and leaned against it. Her smile faltered when she saw the willow switch in his hand. Her gaze stayed riveted to it, mind shutting down while blood drained to her crotch.

“Willow is the traditional gift for a ninth anniversary.” Reese sliced the switch through the air.

Judi’s breath caught. Her ass could already feel the stroke upon it. Her thighs quivered.

“It took me a while to find the perfect switch, but I think this will do nicely.” Another whish, this one so close the hairs on her arm lifted. She stifled a groan.

“Bend over into the window. For this you may leave your skirt down. We wouldn’t want to wear your ass out too quickly.” Amusement laced his words. “After all, we have the whole weekend to rebond and it’s been a bit since we’ve had the luxury of a good session.”

Judi stuck her head through the window, bending over as far as she could. Pussy juices leaked down her thighs despite her pantyhose. It was only going to get worse. Her clit was so swollen the least touch would set her off. Every stroke across her backside was going to make it worse. Judi looked forward to each one, to the fire racing across her ass.

A whish warned her. Contact took her breath away. Reese gave her no time to recover. Quick, methodical strokes set her ass ablaze. Her head buzzed, body drifted into another zone. All too soon, the delicious punishment ended.

“Nine, love,” Reese said. “One for every year we’ve been married.” He rubbed his hand over her hot ass. “I know you want more.” Judi’s whimper and wiggle answered for her. “Don’t worry.” His voice brushed over her ear. “The modern gift for a ninth anniversary is leather. Wait till you see what I’ve got for you.” He helped her up as she stood. One finger opened her jacket button. He stripped the sleeves down her arms.

“I love how hard your nipples are.” He brushed his palm over one. It thrust through bra and blouse. “Don’t they look tempting?”

Puzzled, Judi frowned. Reese smiled and turned her around. There he stood—six-feet-four inches of hard male dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. Twelve inches of cock swelled his jeans. The man Judi had nicknamed “Well Hung” when they met six years ago. The man who’d since become their pediatrician—Ken Walker.

Adonis—aka Jerry Spicer, CPA—would be lurking somewhere, too. One man was never there without the other. Judi never asked how Reese had initially found the men all those years ago. She didn’t care. One never questioned the cost of a present. She’d met them years before when Reese surprised her with a fantasy-fulfilled thirtieth birthday. The four of them had reconnected a few times since then; somehow Reese always managed to surprise her.

Ken’s thick dark hair was swept back, blue eyes narrowed to her breasts. “I want to suck her tits.”

The scene was definitely in play. Judi locked their nicknames in place.

Reese wrapped one arm around her waist. “Give them a good, hard suck.” He unbuttoned her blouse with his free hand, peeling the edges back for Well Hung.