One by one, Ross indulged each of his wives, giving them the same unforgettable experience Jasmine had bragged about.
No two nights were the same.
Sometimes he took them into the forest, beneath a canopy of stars, where the cool night breeze mixed with the heat of their passion.
Other times it was beside the riverbank, the sound of rushing water muffling their cries as the moonlight reflected on their bare skin.
Once, he carried one of them onto the rooftop of a prestigious school building, where the lights of the city burned below like scattered embers.
She clung to him desperately, both terrified and exhilarated, as he drove her wild under the open sky.
Another time, deep within a field of tall grass, hidden from all sight, their bodies moved in rhythm with the sway of the wind.
Day after day, night after night, Ross made sure no wife felt neglected.
