Garrett and Sean were settled on the big sectional sofa in Garrett and Ruby's basement, near empty beer bottles in the cup holders.

Ruby and I were in the bathroom, trying on clothes from that

afternoon shopping trip. We were longtime friends, so it wasn't weird to get undressed in front of

each other. You know how he always joked about how we should put on a show for the boys, said Ruby. Her thick,

tattooed thighs were exposed as she pulled off her pair of jeans. Well, she broke off,

and I met her gaze with wide eyes. Really? Now? Why not?

She bit her bottom lip, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly at me.

My heart pounded faster now.

We were both by, and I knew our husbands would die of joy if we put on a show for them.

Ruby was a burlesque dancer, so I'd definitely

have to follow her lead. We got dressed in the short summer dresses from our hall and opened

the door to the bathroom. Ruby framed the doorway, hip-cocked to the side. Now presenting the summer sisters, she said, her voice aloud and flirtatious.

She walked into the basement sauntering as she moved, then looked back and outstretched

her hand to me. My husband, Sean, whistled when he saw me. I think he thought

it was going to be a simple fashion show, so his jaw dropped when Ruby pulled me in, brushed her fingers

through my hair, and kissed me. It was soft and sensuous at first, but it quickly opened up

into a bigger, deeper kiss. Oh, holy shit, Garrett groaned. Ruby and I stood there in the middle

of the large, finished basement, the TV still playing the post-game show.

Her fingers were still in my straight blonde hair, pushing it back as her tongue slid into my mouth.

It didn't feel weird at all.

In fact, it felt nice. I loved knowing that the guys were enjoying the view. My hands wandered down to Ruby's hips. I gripped her there. Our soft moans

filling the room. Our husbands shifted in their seats,

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