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  “Good. He’s going to need a lot more of it.”

  “More…” I wasn’t sure what it was he needed more of.

  She squatted down and faced me. “A lot of successful models fake the bored and weary look. But even more are strung out on drugs to achieve it. Others use the masturbation method. To me, it works better than drugs and then there’s no faking it. The more men cum, the lazier and listless they are. Shawn needs as much of that as he can handle and more. Are you able to push him to do it?”

  “Oh… uh… He uh… Well, we uh do it every day.”

  “The masturbation thing?”

  “Well, almost every day.”

  She gave a single nod of acknowledgment, but said, “It needs to be every day, and more, if you can.”

  “More than once a day?”

  She nodded with resolution. “Definitely. Can you help me – us – with this? Can I count on you?”

  “Of course.”

  “Do you need more magazines?”

  I gulped and brought my tumbler up to cover my discomfort. I took a swallow and said, “I don’t think so. He likes a couple of the ones you loaned him.”

  She smiled quizzically, brightly. “Oh… please tell me he likes my old pictures. I look so goofy in them… He doesn’t laugh, does he?”

  I was touched by her vulnerability. “No! No… he… actually likes those the best.”

  Something silky entered her gaze and I wondered if I had just been played. It felt like I had been maneuvered into a corner but I couldn’t see or feel the walls.

  She returned to the previous subject. “So you’ll be able to increase the frequency of the masturbation sessions?”

  To cover my embarrassment at admitting what I had, I nodded eagerly. “I think so.”

  “Good. Very good.” She squeezed my knee warmly.

  The men had come back around the pool.

  Dylan gave Lexi a grave look with pursed lips and a curt little nod.

  She rose from her position in front of me and graced everyone with a very bright smile. She took Shawn’s elbow in her arms and asked me, “Do you mind if I borrow your husband for a bit, Bree?”

  “No, of course not.”

  She tugged on my husband’s arm. “Come. I have something I want to show you.”

  I looked at Dylan.

  He was hard in his swim trunks.

  CHAPTER 14

  Dylan sat, his package stiff and poking upwards in his tighter shorts.

  I looked away as if I had noticed something else.

  He said after a moment, “It’s nice to see the youth of today being so open.”

  “Huh? Whuh?”

  “You know… not ashamed to be sexual.”

  Was this guy perving on me? “What do you mean?”

  “Back in my day, sex was secret and hidden. Innuendo and flirtations were about as far as things went. It was actually embarrassing to admit back then that you masturbated. It was a joke and only lonely guys who couldn’t get a girl did it.”

  “Uh… that’s nice.”

  “You aren’t afraid to share your husband.”

  “Share? Are you kidding?”

  “No, not at all. I mean, you’re okay with jerking Shawn to skin mags.”

  I flushed red with embarrassment. “Well, you know… For his modeling and all that…”

  “Did he like seeing Lexi in them?”

  I blinked. “Well, I… uh…”

  “She’s a sexy woman. Tell me he liked them.”

  “You don’t mind some guy seeing your wife naked in them?”

  His cock visibly twitched in his shorts. “No, actually, I very much want guys to see her like that.”

  It dawned on me. “Oh…!”

  His eyebrows lifted in question. “Yes?”

  “You’re one of those… cucks, right?”

  He laughed. “Well, more technically a stag.”

  “A what?”

  He furrowed his brows in question at me.

  What wasn’t I clear about with my question? I asked again, “What’s a stag?”

  He lifted one shoulder. “You know, a husband who wants his wife to enjoy other men.”

  “A cuck, right.”

  “Not exactly. Cucks get off on the humiliation. There is no humiliation in a stag and hotwife relationship.”

  “Hotwife?”

  “Yeah, Lexi. I’ve been wanting to share her for some time now and your Shawn is perfect.”

  I placed a hand on my chest. “My Shawn?”

  He laughed, confused. “Yeah… Why do you think we’ve been having you over?”

  “I… We… I thought we were just being friends.”

  “Shawn seems to understand otherwise.”

  “Understand what?”

  He pulled his head back with curiosity and annoyance. “That we’re all grooming him to fuck my wife.”

  I lifted my hand to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait… You want him to fuck her?”

  “Of course. He’s perfect.”

  A well of outrage blossomed inside me that I wanted to embrace so as to justify and validate my position as Shawn’s wife. Except that a deeper ache and wetness blotted away my objections. I squeezed my thighs shut at the clamping, electric charge that shot up my pussy. All I could do was shake my head.

  Dylan gave me a charming grin. “Do you want to go take a look?”

  “What?”

  “They should be doing it by now.”

  I rose so suddenly that my drink sloshed. I downed it to avoid spilling the rest of it and looking like a fool. After I had swallowed, I gasped, “They’re…?”

  “Come on. I’ll show you.”

  Fear and failure flooded me.

  My knees trembled as if the joints were vibrators set on high. I stumbled, wobbled, and staggered to the sliding glass door. I didn’t know if it was the drink, the adrenaline of panic, or both that had me almost falling down with every step. Making it through the back door was nearly a victory on its own.

  Dylan’s hand clamped down on my shoulder, hard.

  I looked at him, startled.

  He placed a finger to his lips. “Be quiet,” he leaned closer to me with intense eyes, “and don’t interrupt.”

  Frightened at the change from friendly to threatening, I snapped my open mouth closed.

  He took my glass from me and I followed him into the kitchen. All he did there was place the glass in the sink. He turned and motioned back out.

  Exasperated at the delay, I almost stamped my foot in frustration.

  He led me down the hall to the bedroom. Their bedroom door was open and I heard the first questionable sound – a slurp.

  He moved out of the way and placed his hand back on my shoulder in warning.

  Shawn was lying on the bed, propped back on his elbows and forearms. He was looking down his body at Lexi hovering over his waist. A goofy smile was plastered on his face.

  Apparently, Lexi had just finished blowing him. She was looking up into his face and crawling up over him. Both were naked, though Shawn’s trunks were pooled at his ankles hanging over the edge of the bed.

  Neither of them looked at us.

  My husband’s cock stood erect between them.

  My mouth dropped open at the sight. I wanted to intervene. I wanted to exclaim my horror. I wanted…

  I wanted to watch the calamity unfold.

  Surely Shawn would put a stop to all of this? Surely my boss wasn’t really going to…

  Lexi maneuvered over him and began to settle.

  I could see nothing, just legs and hips.

  Shawn let his head fall back and his mouth drop open. Lexi purred appreciation and she began to settle further onto him.

  Was he inside her? Was she slipping down his erection right now? Was she just teasing him?

  I jerked forward by instinct.

  Dylan’s hand quashed that with sudden intensity on my shoulder.

  I looked back at him, consternation in every fiber of my body.

  He shook his head, brows down, and eyes angry.

  I stopped trying to move and looked once again at my husband and boss.

  Lexi was looking at us. She was rising slowly and falling – moving with sinuous grace. Her eyes were half-lidded with lust and pleasure. Her lips were parted in a quiet pant and her thighs trembled as they worked.

  Shawn gave me a fleeting look before resuming his marveling at Lexi riding him. His hands grasped her hips and stroked her skin.

  It looked marvelous.

  Pangs of ache and thrill raced up and down my pussy. My nipples hardened.

  Lexi’s eyes were locked on me and not for a split second did she falter in riding my husband. Up and down she moved, obviously fucking him as her eyes melted me into inaction.

  My pussy ached for my husband. He was hard for her – totally erect – and his eyes were all over her body after just a cursory look towards me. His muscles worked under her, moving with her, driving his cock up into her beautiful and sexy body. It was like watching a living porn.

  It was hot.

  I gasped and flinched at the surge of lust that twisted up inside of me.

  Dylan’s hand left my shoulder and I felt, rather than saw, him move away.

  It was wrong to watch this and I knew it.

  However, I couldn’t look away.

  I stood in place, trembling as if on the edge of action and indecision. I was locked in position, watching, and beginning to enjoy what I was seeing in spite of myself.

  It was wrong.

  It was… so right.

  My pussy clamped just before contact. Dylan’s hand snaked around me and pressed something to my swimsuit – right over my clit. Vibration jangled every nerve in my body as I convulsed in shock. He held a vibrator to my suit, pressing against my clit and delivering the most excruciatingly exquisite sensations exploding up through my body.

  I gasped and groaned, bending over almost double, but he held onto me with his other arm and didn’t relent. My knees went weak and gave way.

  He held me up while rubbing the vibrator around down there.

  I noticed Shawn peering over. If I had hoped he would object, he didn’t. He just gripped Lexi’s hips harder and moved underneath her with more vigor.

  Faced with Dylan’s assault on my covered clit, my husband chose to fuck Lexi harder.

  My boss hummed with obvious satisfaction. Then she said to me, “His cock is so much bigger than my husband’s… I love it.”

  I wanted to cum.

  Dylan let go of me and I collapsed down to the floor, against the wall. He shrugged his trunks down and freed his stiff cock. It was definitely smaller than Shawn’s, but it was still a good five or six inches and decently thick.

  Horrified, I saw him loom nearer. He gripped my hair and thrust his cock at my face. “Suck it,” he commanded.

  I opened my mouth on instinct and with the thought of protesting, but he shoved it into my mouth faster than I could protest.

  My husband was being fucked by my boss and her husband was forcing me to suck his cock. I was humiliated in the extreme.

  I sucked him involuntarily, stunned by how much nicer – at least – his cock felt in my mouth than my husband’s. It… actually wasn’t hard to do at all.

  Dylan’s hand guided my head and he sighed.

  I looked up at him as I sucked, me used like a piece of meat, better for nothing except alleviating this man’s need, while he watched his wife ride my husband.

  It wasn’t my place to enjoy my husband.

  It was my place to give my husband to beautiful Lexi. It was right. It was how it was all supposed to be. And Me? I was worth nothing more than performing sucking services.

  For an instant, I felt valued, and I sucked harder.

  Dylan groaned above me. “Oh yeah, suck it. I’m going to have to tell her to give you a raise.” He gripped my hair and positioned my head back against the wall. “Sit still.” He began pumping his hips, driving his cock to the back of my throat while he stared at his wife on my husband.

  Lexi moved and I strained my eyes to the side to see what was happening.

  I watched her pull up, off my husband’s erection. It glistened and pulsed up in the air, coated with their juices.

  I moaned at the surge of something inside me that was a mixture of failure, lust, need, and shame.

  CHAPTER 15

  Dylan pulled his cock out of my mouth.

  Thank god.

  Lexi climbed off my husband and knelt beside him. She said, “Get behind me, lover.”

  Her endearment sent a shiver through me that made aching pebbles of my nipples. I lifted my hand and clasped my forearm over my breasts and rubbed my nipples through the swimsuit.

  Shawn scrambled up eagerly for her. His cock bobbed stiffly in the air, ready to be in her pussy again. He got behind her and I was hoping he would look over at me and ask or beg or…

  He shoved his cock back into Lexi’s pussy without even looking at me. Her eyes closed with pleasure and she leaned down to place her face on the bed. She kept her ass up as my husband pumped her pussy from behind.

  She moaned, “He’s so huge, honey…”

  Dylan had stepped into the room and was handling his cock. “Does he feel good?”

  Her eyes half rolled up in her head and she laughed. “He feels wonderful.”

  “So… Shawn…”

  My husband was panting, driving his straight cock in and out of Lexi’s pussy.

  I was mesmerized.

  He said, “Yeah?”

  Dylan was grinning hopefully. “Does she feel good? Do you like it?”

  My husband coughed in disbelief. “Ha, fuck yeah. Way better than I imagined.”

  A sharp pang of pride and joy thrust up my body. My husband had imagined her and was ecstatic at how good Lexi felt. I was immensely and sharply happy for him that her pussy was even better than his hopes.

  His hands roamed all over her back and butt and I was reminded of the very first time we had been naked together at fourteen. He had been so eager and amazed at my naked form. He had greedily stroked and touched every intimate part of me in exploration. It was how he was stroking Lexi right now – like she was his first and he couldn’t contain his lust.

  It was so right that I moaned.

  I discovered my hand down, playing with myself through my suit.

  Everyone heard me.

  Saw me.

  Dylan came over, disgusted, and lifted me. “Come here.” He pulled me into the room towards the bed.

  I was instantly shy and conscious that I was nearing the scene of the taboo crime from my relative safety of the hall. It was as if by not entering the room, I was merely watching and not participating.

  Dylan’s hands struggled at my swimsuit and then began to shake. He gripped the material and yanked hard.

  My suit tore.

  He shredded it off of me.

  I trembled, suddenly feeling cold. I asked him, “Are y-you going to f-fuck me?”

  He looked at me as if I were crazy. “What? No. I have no interest in you.” He shoved me down to sit on the bed.

  I was dismissed as easily as that. Hot pain seared my pussy upwards and I clamped my hands between my thighs against the grinding ache in my clit.

  He muttered, “I was just helping you so you could diddle.” He flicked his fingers at me dismissively.

  Relieved that I wasn’t to be his personal meat, I began rubbing my fingers all around my clit. Ashamed that I wasn’t good enough to even be used to get him off inside of me, I looked away from him and towards my husband. At least I could find some satisfaction seeing him and hearing him.

  I had thought I would be horrified and wrecked that Shawn might find Lexi sexy and want her, much less fuck her. But here I was off balance due to my broken expectations. This wasn’t the disaster I had envisioned; I was turned on. Tears were in my eyes, not because of sadness that he was fucking her, but because I was so stunned that I liked it. I diddled furiously.

  Shawn thrust into her and his pole made a slick piston sliding in and out. The wet sounds were subtle and sensuous.

  I trembled at the sight, the sound, and the mellow smell of their sexual union. Pride flooded me that my husband was so perfect for her.

  Dylan got behind my husband and reached towards their union.

  Shawn yelped and pulled back. “What?”

  “I was just going to massage your balls.”

  “Er… uh…”

  I said, “Shawn’s not gay.”

  Dylan looked annoyed. “Does it look like I want his ass? I just want to help him fuck my wife.”

  My husband relaxed a little. “Oh… Oh.” He thought about it for a second, then stuck his cock back into her.

  Dylan reached again and gripped my husband’s balls, kneading them as Shawn fucked Lexi.

  Something clicked inside of me. I was instantly grateful that Dylan had deemed my husband worthy of help. It was perfect. The man massaged my husband’s balls while his wife took Shawn’s cock deep.

  Yes, perfect in every way.

  Thrill raced up my body and I moaned again with more desperation.

  Shawn groaned with pleasure and pulled Lexi’s hips back on his forward thrusts. She was taking every inch of my husband’s long, thick shaft.

  I started to drool as the bed rocked underneath me to my husband owning Lexi’s pussy. It was the most exciting thing I had ever witnessed.

  Shawn gasped, “I’m… I’m going to…”

  Dylan kept massaging. “Fill her.”

  “Oh fuck!” My husband pulled her savagely onto his dick.

  Lexi moaned like she was miles in the sky floating towards whatever bliss she was feeling.

  Shawn began grunting.

  Dylan’s hand began moving back and forth, as if he was stroking the base of my husband’s cock as he came, but I couldn’t see for certain.

  Shawn’s eyes were closed and his head back as he grunted and deposited his cum deep in Lexi’s perfect pussy.

  The aroma of our soap at home mixed with Lexi’s mixture of shampoo and delicate body wash as their bodies heated rapidly. Hers was a heady concoction of flowers and breezy meadows under a warm sun.

  I never wanted to leave that place in that instant.