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  To my surprise, when I arrived with his drink, Jason took it from my hand and pulled me in for a kiss, cradling my face in his hands as my lips opened to his. It had been a long, long time since my husband had grabbed me with such urgency and I melted as he kissed me deeper, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I sighed against him, every nerve ending come alive at his familiar touch. My need was so great and he was so delicious to touch again that when we parted for decency’s sake I was still wrapped up in him, aching for more.

  “You know that kid wants you, right?” he whispered, nuzzling in my hair, his breath hot in my ear. “And how could he help himself? I watched you walking back to me and I could hardly stop myself from dragging you off this dance floor and out to the golf course. I wanted to peel you out of that dress and fuck you senseless, and I’m not the only one, from the looks of it.”

  “What makes you so sure he wants me?” I said coyly, casting another look back at Andrew, who leaned against one of the tables, his long frame stretched even longer, watching us while he pretended to be interested in what the girl next to him was saying. “Maybe he was just being friendly.”

  Jason chuckled. “I saw his face. He wasn’t being friendly. A guy knows these things. And you know how hot that makes me.”

  I looked at him in surprise. His eyes were dark with lust and he hadn’t yet touched his bourbon. I could feel his erection through his pants. The surprise of his touch and the adrenaline of Andrew’s flirting and the sips of wine I’d had on a virtually empty stomach conspired to make me lightheaded and damp between my thighs.

  With Jason’s cock pressing insistently against me I looked over at Andrew again. His eyes met mine and I knew Jason was right. The way he kept looking at me—it was more than friendly, more than curious. There was blazing lust in those eyes and it wasn’t for the young blonde beside him. He wanted me.

  Jason murmured into my ear, his arm wrapped around me. “Does it excite you to have two men wanting you at the same time?”

  I nodded speechlessly, watching Andrew watching me, my breath coming faster as Jason nibbled my ear and continued. “I’d love to see him watch you undress, getting hard just watching you unzip your dress. I’d love to see the look in his eyes when he sees you naked for the first time.” His lips grazed my ear, setting off little sparks on my skin.

  “Tell me what else,” I breathed. It was the first time we’d played this game in public but I was wet and burning and well past caring. Jason’s fingers wrapped tightly around my arms and he spoke again, his voice thick with desire.

  “I want to see you walk toward him, the way you walk to me. I want to see you get on your knees and let him feed you his cock. I want to see the excitement in your eyes when he unzips his pants and takes it out for you. I bet he’s got a big, thick cock… And you like that, don’t you?”

  I nodded again, speculating what Andrew must look like naked, all lean muscles and tanned skin. I wondered if he was big or thick…what his hands would feel like on me, what it would be like to look up at that gorgeous face and feel him slide his dick into my mouth. I lost myself in a reverie of desire in which my husband watched Andrew…

  “—choke you with it, and then put you on all fours and fuck you,” Jason was whispering from behind me. “What do you think? Could you handle that young stud?”

  My heart pounded and I heard a voice that wasn’t my own say, “Could he handle me? That’s the real question.”

  He chuckled and ground against me. “That’s my girl. He’d be lucky to spend five minutes in that sweet cunt of yours before he came, which is too bad, because I’d really like to see him give you a good, long pounding, watch you taking every stroke and loving it.”

  “And what would you be doing while you watched us?” I teased. This was the part he loved best, telling me what he would see and do while watching.

  “Oh, baby, I’d be stroking right along with you two, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot my load all over you. I’d wait ’til you were close…’til your body was shaking and you were begging for release…and then come all over your tits. What do you think about that?”

  I shivered. Did I tell him? This felt different from the game we usually played. It was more raw, and the “other guy” in question was just feet away. What if…

  What if I confessed my own secret desire and he took me up on it? Went to that kid, asked him? I could hear it now— Hey, how’d you like to fuck my wife? First I’ll watch you fuck her, and then we’ll both fuck her together. How does that sound? In the abstract it seemed crude.

  But… In reality it was what Jason had always wanted. What he’d begged me for. And suddenly the proposition of being pleasured by a younger man in front of my husband, who had been away from me for so long but was now back, alive and horny and dirty and able to get me off, was more than a little appealing.

  It was downright irresistible.

  I looked back at Andrew. Some sacrifice, I thought, watching his long fingers wrap around the glass. He, like Jason, had shed his jacket and loosened his tie almost as soon as we got our drinks, and with every passing moment he grew more casual. Now his shirtsleeves were rolled up, exposing his tanned forearms. I imagined him over me, thrusting inside me as I moaned on the bed. I pictured sinking my teeth into that golden skin of his, tasting his sweat, as I urged him on with my thighs. And the image of that was so powerful, so real, that I grabbed on to Jason to keep my knees from buckling with desire. I turned to him and he was glowing with lust. This man, I thought, this is the man I married.

  Without another word he led me to the dance floor and held me close while we swayed to the music. I lost myself in the feeling of being held by him, his sturdy warmth, his strong arms wrapped around me. His thick stubble brushed against my cheek and I remembered that sensation on the insides of my thighs and shivered. “I know you wouldn’t really agree to having another guy with us,” he said softly, “but even just thinking about it gets me so excited. I don’t know what it unlocks in me. But there’s something about it that’s…” He trailed off. “Let’s just say it wakes up the beast.” And indeed it had because as he cradled me against him, the hard length of his erection pressed into my stomach. I was quivering with need to be touched—by Jason, by Andrew, by anyone—and feeling his raw arousal brought my own to entirely new heights.

  We danced together all night, never taking our hands off each other. We hadn’t danced in years and both of us had a great time being silly and holding each other close and enjoying the buzz of a night of freedom and the feel of each other’s bodies. I was slightly tipsy and more than a little excited by Jason’s touch and the fact that every time I saw Andrew he was watching us, his desire laid bare.

  At one point I watched the two lock eyes and a thrill ripped through me as I considered what it might be like to have them both pleasuring me at once. I imagined the juxtaposition of their naked, masculine bodies, four strong hands on me, the different textures of their skin. Two mouths. Two hard cocks.

  As the evening was winding down, Jason pulled me close for the last slow dance and whispered, “I was serious about the golf course.”

  His breath tickled my ear and I giggled nervously.

  “I was serious about the kid, too.”

  I held my breath. A beat passed, then two. This was my chance but—I wasn’t sure. “Do you think that’s really good for us?”

  He kissed me and held my face, looking me in the eyes. “I’m afraid I’m going to lose you,” he said simply.

  “So how is me sleeping with someone else going to solve that?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know that it will. But it’s a leap of faith for both of us. If we can agree to do this, and if we pull it off, that’s going to be incredibly bonding for us. I trust you. And I want this. And I think you need this. I want you to feel like the hot woman you are instead of just someone’s wife and mother. I want to see you getting fucked like an animal and loving it.”

  I sighed audibly, the thought of givi
ng myself over to my body’s desires incredibly tempting. Yes, I thought but I couldn’t bring myself to say the word.

  “All I know is,” he growled, nipping at my neck, “I’m rock hard right now and I’m thinking about what it would be like to stroke over your face while some other guy is buried deep inside you, making you moan and beg.”

  I swooned, the thought of it almost too much. And at the same time I looked in the direction of Andrew Morrison, who smiled and raised his glass to me, as if he knew, and I had my answer.

  “Okay,” I breathed. “Yes, we’ll do it. Just this once.”

  It wasn’t hard to track Andrew down, since he’d never strayed far from us all night. After the music ended I fetched my purse and Jason’s jacket while Jason went in search of him. He was gone for quite a while but then Andrew strolled over to me with a bottle in his hand and Jason in tow, and embraced me warmly, like an old friend. I smelled his cologne and his male scent and felt his lean body against mine and thought, My God, this is really happening.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he murmured in my ear as he folded me against him. I nodded and he whispered, “I can’t believe this is really going to happen. I promise, I’m going to be so good to you, Sara. I’ll make it so good.” His voice was earnest in my ear but as we filed out into the night together, his swagger returned. “Jason had suggested a midnight round of golf,” Andrew drawled as we headed for the parking lot, “but frankly I’m allergic to grass and I’d prefer to look at you in better lighting.”

  “Another suggestion?” asked Jason.

  “My family’s beach house. No one’s there, and if we get in the mood to have an al fresco romp in the surf we can, because we’re on a private cove. What do you say?”

  I looked at Andrew, who was grinning like a five-year-old, and back at Jason, who looked for all the world as if he was trying very hard not to exhibit the same level of enthusiasm. “Perfect,” I said, taking a deep breath.

  Chapter Three

  I’d had less to drink than Jason and was at this point sober, so I took the wheel and followed Andrew’s Range Rover out of town, onto the highway and through a series of twists and turns out to the shore. We put the windows down and the salt air reminded me of our wilder days, when we used to make love at the beach. The smell of the ocean had always triggered something uninhibited in me and I felt myself loosening as the roads disappeared under our tires. Jason was chatting and happy the entire time and I could see his entire body tensing with excitement the closer we got.

  But I started to get nervous. Would this really go as planned? I thought of all the variables—Andrew being unskillful or not turning me on once we were in the act, me taking my clothes off and him not being attracted to me, the possibility that Jason could pull the plug on the whole thing if he decided he was too jealous for this kind of thing. And I doubted my own ability to do this, to let a stranger touch me—and in front of my husband, no less! But soon enough we were at the house and I took a deep breath and prepared myself to be wild and take this chance. It was just once, after all.

  In the driveway Andrew took my hand and led me up the stairs like a date. I glanced nervously back at Jason but he just grinned and waved me on, following us slowly and clearly enjoying the thrill of watching another man take over. Andrew’s hand felt strange on my own, unfamiliar but not unpleasant. I could feel the energy radiating from him, got my first sense of how he moved. When he stopped short I bumped into him and my face was momentarily pressed against the smooth linen of his shirt, close enough to smell the faintest musk of his sweat. My awareness of him spread across the surface of my skin, danced on my tongue, whispered between my thighs.

  Once in the house, Andrew pulled me close for a kiss, his mouth brushing softly over mine like a promise. His eyes twinkled as I sighed under his touch, barely hearing Jason come in behind us. My heart was pounding but I wasn’t backing out. I was ready to do this.

  After giving us a quick tour and turning on a few lights, Andrew grabbed us all beers and took us upstairs to the master bedroom. It was an amazing view from every side of the house. The ocean glittered out in front of us, soothing us with its calm beauty. Jason caught my eye and we looked at each other for just a second, checking in. By the heat in his eyes I could tell he wanted this even more than I did, and I relaxed a bit and walked out on the balcony to gaze at the water.

  As I stood the darkness, listening to the rhythm of the waves breaking beyond us, Andrew came up behind me and ever so slowly swept my hair to one side, his fingers featherlight on my neck as he exposed my skin to the night air. With his hands on either side of me he pressed me to the railing and murmured into my neck, “I need to know that you really want this.”

  His lips on my sensitive skin and the feeling of him pinning me to the deck sent a flash of need through me. “I really do want this,” I insisted, arching into him.

  “I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, not unkindly. “Tell me what it is that you want.” But he was nuzzling now, distracting me with those lips, nibbling my earlobe, his breath hot against the nape of my neck. I merely moaned in response, shuddering as he nipped my shoulder and then turned me gently to face him.

  He explored the hollow of my throat with his tongue, traced my collarbone with his lips, dipped his face into the swell of my cleavage. I stifled a groan as my need grew sharper, stabbed me between my thighs and stiffened my nipples.

  “I-I want…” And then I ran out of words.

  Andrew grazed his mouth over the curve of one breast, his breath hot against my flesh. “This?” he whispered.

  “Yes… Keep kissing me, just like that,” I sighed, and he pressed his face between my tits. “Yes… I love it…” His hands were on my breasts, kneading them through the fabric, his thumbs strumming over the erect nubs. And then he slid his fingers under the straps and suddenly my dress was around my waist, exposing my entire nude torso.

  “Oh, fuck, these are perfect,” he breathed, cupping my tits and burying his face in them, licking at them and drawing one hard nipple into his mouth while he pulled his tie off and flung it on the chair. He kept right on sucking my nipple while he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a muscular chest with a tidily trimmed thatch of hair under the thin undershirt. His tongue flicked and teased, traced around my areola and then he was feasting on the other stiff peak as I twined my fingers through his hair and looked over at my husband, watching from the center of the room.

  I was in both places, it seemed. There with Andrew, wet and aching for him, enjoying his touch and eager for more. There with Jason, putting on a private show for his pleasure with some man I didn’t even know. It was arousing and terrifying and I felt simultaneously ashamed and exhilarated. But my body was deciding for me tonight, and my body wanted this. Oh God, did my body want this.

  Andrew turned me back toward the railing, tracing his tongue down my spine, tasting every bump and pressing me forward as he did, his strong hands holding my hips in place. His touch was gentle but insistent, intensifying the feverish sensations building inside me.

  “Mmhmm…” I sighed again and he continued, nibbling lightly. His hands were at the tops of my thighs, stroking upward, catching the hem of my dress and pushing my skirt up slightly as they skimmed across my body. The night air caught me between my legs and I could tell from the instant coolness that I was soaked through the sheer layer of lace.

  And then Andrew’s hands slid between my panties and my flesh, gripping my ass cheeks and shoving the thin fabric impatiently down over my hips. I pulled away from him for just a moment to remove them and my dress and to watch him hastily shed the rest of his clothing.

  He was young and lean and almost feline in his sexiness, the dark hair keeping him from looking too sweet. Already he was sporting a shadow on his jaw and I shivered thinking about that rough face sliding between my thighs, just as I’d had a similar thought about Jason earlier that night. I was naked now in front of this stranger but somehow it wasn’t
awkward. I wanted him just as he wanted me, and that gave it an air of intimacy, of understanding.

  I watched him take me in, his face unabashedly excited as his eyes traveled over my breasts, my belly, my legs, my neatly trimmed mound. Whatever parts of me I thought were imperfect didn’t seem to bother him a bit. He savored the sight of me, his cock twitching as he looked me over. Our eyes met and I burned a bit more as I saw just how much of him I was going to be enjoying. He was beautifully endowed and perfectly formed, the engorged mushroom head dark pink and the heavily veined shaft a slightly different hue. A tantalizing pearl glistened at the tip and I licked my lips.

  He kissed me again, a teasing kiss this time that made me weak as he nibbled my lip and traced the inside of my mouth with the tip of his tongue. I moaned into him and he gasped in response, pulling me against his thigh where I could feel the prickles of his leg hair against my sensitive, exposed lips, grinding me against him though already my hips were rolling to the motion of his mouth on me. He nipped at my earlobe and whispered into my hair, “I can feel how wet your pussy is. Go ahead, rub yourself off on me. I want to feel you dripping all over my leg.”

  And I did, like an animal in heat, loving the feel of his muscular thigh hard against my delicate, slick flesh. He kept exploring my neck and my collarbone with his mouth as I rubbed against him, feeling the slow buzz building. The only sounds were our breathing and the rhythmic friction of me riding his leg when from across the room I heard Jason unzipping. I opened my eyes and watched him watching us, rubbing the head of his straining cock, his eyes focused on my body. As he fell into rhythm I closed my fist around Andrew’s shaft and slowly pumped, feeling the slippery pre-cum smearing into the palm of my hand as I fisted him. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as I worked him in tandem with Jason’s strokes.