When Blair returned with a slightly irritated waitress in tow, she had that gleam in her eye. “I’ve got it. And margaritas, too.”

  “You’ve got what?” Callie asked.

  “The bet, of course.”

  “Aren’t we a little too old for this? I mean, we’re way past high school.” Callie cast hopeful eyes in Abby’s direction.

  “Callie has a point. We can’t very well toilet paper anyone’s house at our age.”

  “For heaven’s sake, that’s not at all what I’m suggesting, and you know it,” Blair said. “And you’re right. We are past the days of egging and TPing. But the gauntlet’s been thrown, and I’ve suggested a bet, and you know damn well you can’t back out now.”

  Callie mumbled under her breath about some people never growing up.

  Abby groaned. She needed advice and commiseration, not a damn bet. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered asking for help when all she’d get in return was more chaos in her already frenetic life. “Okay, what is it?”

  “Sex.”

  Abby waited, but Blair didn’t say anything else. “That’s it? Sex?”

  “Well, where’s the rest of it?” Callie asked.

  “There is no more, you morons. God, isn’t that what we all want? One weekend of no-holds-barred, unbridled sex.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Callie said. “But we hardly need a bet for that. The way things are right now, at least for me, we need a miracle. Where do you propose we get said sex?”

  Blair wriggled in her seat. “Oh, this is where the fun comes in. Each of us takes a weekend turn. We have to enjoy one weekend of blistering hot sex. No strings, of course. It’s not like you have to locate and meet the guy of your dreams or anything. You just have to fuck someone.”

  “That’s doable,” Callie said, munching on a nacho. “So what’s the catch?”

  Abby smiled. With Blair’s bets, there was always a catch.

  “The other two get to pick the guy.”

  “Huh?” Had Blair really just suggested what Abby thought she suggested?

  “You heard me. We get to choose your man. For example, if it’s Abby’s turn for her weekend of wild sexual mayhem, then Callie and I get to pick the guy who gets the honors.”

  “You’re joking.” Abby’s eyes widened. “What if we don’t like the man?”

  Blair cast a sly smile. “If you can’t trust your best friends to choose a man for you, honey, who can you trust?”

  Callie looked as shocked as Abby felt. Sometimes Abby wondered if Blair had a screw loose somewhere. Then again, Blair had always been the most daring of the three of them. Abby shouldn’t be surprised by this bet.

  “I don’t know, Blair. This is pretty risqué, even for you.”

  “Oh for the love of dick, Callie. We’re not plotting espionage here. It’s sex. One weekend of sex. Orgasms galore. With trustworthy men. And we’ll monitor each other to be sure it’s safe.”

  Abby looked at Callie and chewed her bottom lip, the words I don’t think so hovering on her tongue. Then she thought of Chad, of all the nights she’d spent sitting at home while Chad was out fucking the latest skirt. He sure as hell hadn’t been discriminating. And for the past several years Abby had worked her ass off while her libido had been wasting away, unattended.

  She needed a fuck. And an orgasm or several hundred.

  “I’m in.”

  Callie arched a brow. “Well if you’re in, then I’m in.”

  Blair rolled her eyes. “’Bout damn time. I was beginning to think I was going to have to buy purple hats and a bridge club membership. Christ, you two. You had me worried.”

  Abby laughed. “Not quite yet. I’m primed, and I’m ready.”

  “Good thing, Miss Abby. Because you’re up first and this weekend,” Blair said with a sly grin.

  Abby’s laugh died. “Me? First?”

  “Oh yeah,” Callie said. “And I think we already know who, too.”

  “Oh shit. I think I do, too.” She’d walked right into this and had a feeling she’d just been set up. Her cheeks flamed hot with the thought of what she’d just agreed to do. Theory was one thing, reality another entirely. Could she do this? Could she cast aside the old Abby Lawson and grab what was right in front of her?

  “And not just one guy, either. You’ve hit the mother lode, Abby. You get to fuck both Mike Nottingham and Seth Jacobs.”

  “Both? Oh, no way. That wasn’t part of the bet.”

  “Too bad. They both want you, right? You said they were both interested. Yours is actually the easiest. These guys are already primed and ready for you.”

  “In dating me, not fucking me. At least I think that’s what they want. Oh hell, I don’t know.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and stared at them both. “Help!”

  “We are helping you, honey,” Blair said. “They want you. It’s obvious.”

  “Not to me it isn’t.”

  “That’s why you have us,” Callie said. “To help you with your sex problems.”

  Abby glared at her. “So not funny. I have a serious sex problem now. Like how the hell I’m going to approach them. What am I going to say?”

  “Start by accepting their offer to party down at the country club this weekend,” Blair suggested. “We’ll figure out the rest before then.”

  “We’ll.” Abby was always a little afraid when Blair spoke in terms of “we.” Nevertheless, she’d agreed, and now she had to tell Mike and Seth that she was amenable to a little celebration Saturday night.

  Now how was she going to turn a little dancing and drinking at the country club into a full-blown ménage à trois?

  “So what happens if someone doesn’t go through with the bet?” Abby asked.

  Blair looked at the ceiling for a minute, then back at them with an evil grin. “All-expense-paid trip to Vegas for a weekend for all three of us.”

  Callie whistled. “That’s a big bite to the budget.”

  “You said it,” Abby said. “I don’t want to lose.”

  “Me, either,” Callie said.

  “Then you’ll go through with it. We all will. Game on, ladies,” Blair said.

  Abby took a deep breath. The bet was on.

  three

  Abby turned off the living room light and strolled to the kitchen. She prepared the coffeemaker for the morning, inhaling the aroma of fresh coffee grounds. A cup right now sounded really good. Caffeine was a bad, bad idea this late, though.

  Not only would she be performing surgery tomorrow, she’d also have to figure out how to tell Mike and Seth that she was agreeable to their little celebration. And somehow, someway, have to come up with an idea to maneuver them into a threesome before the weekend was over.

  Damn Blair and her bets.

  She shook her head, flipped off the kitchen light, and grabbed her glass of water, heading down the dark hallway into her bedroom. Her margarita buzz from earlier had mellowed, leaving behind a nice, relaxed state that was perfect for sleep. She stripped and slid under the cool sheets; the night was too warm for the quilt.

  But instead of falling into an immediate sleep, she stared out the window at the three-quarter moon, which seemed to be perched on top of a tall oak tree, its silvery glow nearly blinding her.

  Shit.

  Why couldn’t she sleep? She was calm, relaxed, over-margaritaed. She should be passed out by now. Instead, she was wide-awake and agitated.

  And lack of consciousness was essential, dammit. The last thing she needed was to fall asleep in the operating room tomorrow morning. After all the praise from Mike and Seth this morning, she didn’t want to disappoint them.

  So, sleep already, Abby!

  Restless, she knew a command to sleep was only going to make it worse. The crisp sheets that felt so good a few minutes ago scraped her nipples, now a form of torture.

  She was aroused. And her mind whirled with visions of being the creamy middle of an Oreo cookie between Mike and Seth.

  Damn. She needed to come. She wanted them both to magically materialize in her bedroom and lick her pussy until she had a mind-blowing orgasm. Or two or three. To touch, suck, and fuck her until she passed out from oblivious, satiated exhaustion.

  Something, she might add, that had never happened with Chad, she thought with a loud snort. Which was why she’d accumulated a drawer full of toys over the years. Her sex companions. And she had a pretty vivid imagination, too. Her fantasies had been her lifesavers, because Chad had been all talk and no action.

  Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He’d seen action all right. But all his action had been with other women. He’d had a wild woman at home all the years they’d been married, only he’d never known it. He’d never once tapped into her sexuality, never once took the time to discover what she was about.

  Dumb ass. She hoped he ended up with a severe case of dick rot.

  Oh, fuck Chad. No, not Chad. Mike and Seth. She leaned over and reached into her nightstand, fumbling around until she found what she wanted. Her favorite lube and the thick jelly dildo. Her pussy clenched in anticipation.

  Yeah, one way or the other she was going to get fucked tonight. Jamming the covers to the end of the bed with her feet, she breathed a sigh of relief, the night air cooling her heated body. But she was about to bring up the temperature a notch. She planted her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs, then poured some cherry lube on her hand, loving how slick it felt as it dribbled between her fingers.

  Her hips lifted of their own volition, searching for her hand.

  “Yeah, you want it, don’t you?” she whispered in the darkness. “You need a cock in that pussy.”

  But first she wanted to warm it up a little. She pressed her hand to her sex, letting the lube slide over her naked mound, shivering as it dripped from her fingertips and slid down her slit to coat the crack of her ass. Deep in arousal, she didn’t care. She’d been primed since yesterday, and between the conversations with Mike and Seth and the upcoming bet, she needed a hard ride tonight. She felt hot, wild, and nasty, and she needed more than just a quick strumming of her clit to get her off.

  She swept her fingers around the knot, teasing it, not touching her magical spot that craved attention. Instead, she roamed outside her pleasure center, skimming her labia, her thighs, tormenting herself with whisper-light caresses until her nipples stood erect and she clenched her butt cheeks together. She panted, anticipation making her throat go dry. Wanting her dildo in her pussy, her fingers in her ass. Oh yes, she needed to be fucked hard and deep, needed it rough tonight.

  Reaching for the dildo, she lubed the thick, jellied shaft, loving the feel of every ridge and vein, closing her eyes and imagining Mike standing next to her bed, his naked body showcased in the moonlight. As she rubbed the dildo, she fantasized it was Mike’s cock, imagined him looking down at her, bending over her to run his hands over her breasts, to pluck at her nipples until they stood upright and tingly, just waiting for Seth to crawl onto the bed and take them in his mouth.

  “Yes,” she hissed in a whisper. “Suck my nipples, Seth.”

  And there was Seth, naked and crawling toward her, his thick, muscled body pressing down on her as leaned in to kiss her, his hands claiming her breasts, cupping them, then removing his mouth to kiss her neck, drawing his tongue along the column of her throat and lower, until he reached her sensitive nipples. She arched her back, offering them to his eager lips.

  She squeezed the cock in her hands as Seth took one bud between his teeth and tugged, just hard enough that she cried out. She heard Mike hiss as she rolled the shaft up, then down, slamming hard against his balls as the fevered frenzy of her arousal took over.

  “Fuck me,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wide.

  Mike crawled onto the bed and took her ankles in his hands, spreading her legs apart. Abby placed the dildo at the entrance to her pussy lips. It was hard and hot, like his cock would be. Thick at the head, almost too big for her to take.

  “But you’ll take it baby, won’t you?” he asked. “All of it.”

  “Yes.”

  “You want me to pound it hard in your pussy, don’t you?”

  “Oh, God, yes. Hard and deep, Mike. Make it hurt.”

  “She likes it hard, Seth. You ready to give it to her?”

  “You know it.”

  “On your belly, Abby.”

  Sweet Jesus, yes. Just the way she liked it. She flipped over, using her hand to massage the sweet spot of her clit as she dragged a pillow under her and fell on top of it. She reached into the drawer for another dildo, this one slimmer with a thick base. With shaky hands she greased it up with the lube, then slipped it behind her.

  “Who do you want in your ass, baby?” Mike’s voice was taut with tension.

  “Seth. I want Seth to fuck my ass.”

  Her fingers worked diligently on her clit now, fantasy mixing with reality as she spread apart the cheeks of her buttocks. She poured lube on her anus and probed there with the smaller dildo, pushing just inside with the tip. She panted at the exquisite sensations.

  “It’s going to hurt,” Seth said. “You want it to hurt or do you want me to take it slow and easy?”

  “Hurt me,” she commanded, passion taking her to a frenzied pitch of near insanity. “I want it hard, Seth.”

  “I knew you would,” he said, leaning over to lick her spine from her lower back to her neck. When he bit down on the nape of her neck, she shuddered and cried out, her fluids pouring onto the mattress.

  Mike lifted her and slid underneath. His thick cock stroked her clit as he positioned himself against her pussy lips. His face was tight as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and made her focus on him. “Me first, Abby. I’m going to pound that sweet pussy of yours while Seth fucks your ass.”

  She loved his look of intense concentration, the way he needed her. Only her.

  “Yes. Oh, yes.” This is what she wanted. Both of them fucking her at the same time. She reached down and slid the thick dildo between her pussy lips and drove it deep. Her pussy squeezed the dildo, pulsing around it. God, she could come right now.

  Not yet. Not yet. She wanted more. She paused, letting the contractions subside. She couldn’t climax now. The fantasy wasn’t over.

  “You ready, Abby?”

  Seth’s voice, the dildo probing her ass. She pushed past the tight-muscled barrier, driving the smaller shaft into her anus, screaming as she was utterly filled with cock.

  “Oh, yes! Fuck me!”

  She double-fucked herself, rubbing her clit against the pillow, the sensations driving her wild as she pulled one dildo out while she powered the other deep. The quiet of the room allowed her to hear the sucking sounds of the dildos as they moved in and out of her. The sounds were wildly erotic, and she could well imagine what the reality would be like.

  “You’re a nasty wild thing, Abby,” Mike groaned, lifting his hips to power his cock upward.

  “Fucking hot, tight ass,” Seth said behind her, digging his fingers into the globes of her ass. “Sweet, hot ass, Abby.”

  She hunched against the pillow, rubbing her clit as she felt her climax approach.

  “Ohhhh, oh, God,” she moaned, pushing the dildos in as far as they would go. Faster, now, even faster. Then her world shattered as she came and screamed, fluids gushing past the dildo in her pussy, pouring onto her hand as she held it in place while strong contractions shuddered through her. Sweet, unbearable pleasure crashed inside her, and she rode every sensation, held onto them, and never wanted to stop.

  She collapsed, exhausted, soaked, sweating, and utterly satisfied. She panted for awhile, keeping her eyes closed and letting the fantasy play out. They’d kiss her, stroke her hair, murmur how much she meant to them, what pleasure she gave them.

  God, it was fantastic.

  When she could move, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean herself and her toys.

  Staring at the woman in the mirror, Abby couldn’t believe the woman who stared back. Her hair disheveled, her eyes glassy, breathing still irregular, nipples like tight points, she looked like a total wild thing. And damn sexy, too.

  Why hadn’t Chad seen that in her? She had one seriously sparky libido. But he’d never even tried to discover what turned her on. Just jumped on, pounded away for a minute or two, shot his load, and promptly fell asleep. He’d never once made her come. She’d been so young, so inexperienced, she’d never thought to talk to him about what pleased her. Not that it would have made a difference. He didn’t care. Never had.

  “Fuck you, Chad. You missed out. But Mike and Seth won’t.”

  More determined than ever to make this weekend work, she finally let the stress drain away. She was entitled to a little fun. No, she was entitled to a hell of a lot of fun. There were years of sexual neglect to make up for, and starting this weekend, it was her turn to party.

  She turned out the bathroom light and climbed into bed, closed her eyes, and promptly passed out.

  four

  “I’m going to throw up.”

  Blair glared at Abby. “You are not. I just did your makeup, and you’re about to slip on this sinful dress. If you puke on it, I’m going to slap you.”

  Abby choked out a laugh. “Okay, now that was funny.” God, she needed that. Leave it to Blair to snap her out of her terror.

  “You look beautiful,” Callie said, picking up the dress they’d helped her shop for. “You’re going to have those guys as hard as rocks the minute you walk through the door.”

  “Oh, God.” Her stomach flipped, and she cast a look of desperation at her friends. “Can I really do this?”

  “Course you can. You’re hot stuff, babe,” Blair said. “Now get into this dress, and let’s see how you look.”

  She slipped off the robe, catching a glimpse of herself in the doorway mirror as she did. Lord. The lingerie alone made her pussy wet. A wisp of black silk thong, garter and stockings, a matching black bra that was designed only to thrust her breasts upward but didn’t cover them at all. Her nipples pebbled to hard little points.