Well before I married Cole, I was up-front with him about my predilections. I made my revelation the first night we hooked up, right after we screwed, and being that those were our mutual wild days, it had happened at a raucous party.

Cole and I went upstairs, commandeered a bedroom and went at it. The sex was fantastic. When he came with a thundering climax, I wasn’t far behind with hot pleasure racing through my body. 

Afterward, he lay there drained and dazed.

“You rocked my world,” he said, grinning lazily.

I smiled back and snatched up my phone.

“Who’re you texting?” Cole asked.

“Randy. He’s downstairs. I clued him in earlier. He’s my second course. We don’t mind if you want to watch us.”