Opening the door, Vritra found his wives chatting, waiting for his return.
And upon seeing him, their eyes glowed with need, looking at him like children gazing at their favourite treats, all of them dressed in sexy lingerie.
Fiona sat on the edge of the bed in a tiny black lace set that barely covered her full breasts. The thin straps dug lightly into her soft shoulders.
Vanessa lounged against the headboard in sheer white fabric so fine her pink nipples showed clearly through it. Diana wore deep red that hugged every curve of her body.
Maeve was in black silk that clung to her heavy chest. Yennefer had chosen purple lace that left almost nothing hidden.
Teresa sat a little apart in soft pink, cheeks already pink, fingers twisting the hem of her short nightgown.
"Darling…" Fiona's voice came out low and sweet.
"You're late," Vanessa said, but there was no real complaint in it. Only heat.
