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  For a moment, I saw just Jack’s ass filling the screen, but then he positioned himself a little above me, standing on the bed, his feet pressed against my knees, fucking my ass at a deep, downward angle.

  “Oh god!” I gasped, loving the hot, fleshy feel of his cock compared to the unforgiving length of the dildo. He grunted with every thrust, and I glanced back, seeing his eyes on the screen—he was watching himself fuck me.

  “God you’re so good and tight,” he moaned, slowing a little, and I whimpered, wanting more, reaching between my legs so I could grab the vibrator and fuck myself with it. Being filled and fucked by two hard cocks was incredible, and for a moment I imagined Lloyd beneath me, thrusting himself up into my pussy while Jack fucked my ass, and the thought spurred me on toward yet another orgasm, my pussy clenching the dildo.

  The screen was flashing so fast I could barely see what the men there were typing, but excitement was high, and I saw a lot of “gonna cummmm!” and “cum all over her ass!” I ground my hips back, making him fuck me harder, deeper, and begged him for it.

  “Do it!” I pleaded, gasping for air, not caring. “Ohhh fuck me hard! Deep! Take that ass!”

  Jack growled at my words, making me take him all the way to the hilt, and still, I wanted more. The vibrator in my pussy was at maximum force, and I fucked myself furiously with it, my nipples rubbing against the comforter on the bed with the motion, sending delicious sparks down between my legs. I was so close. So very close.

  “Ohhhh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!” Jack warned.

  I grunted, moving my hips down toward the bed, sliding him out of me. “Come on my ass!”

  He slid all the way out with a sweet, sucking sound, his cum already spilling from the end of his cock. I felt it, hot and sticky against my asshole, and I saw it, too, on the computer screen, the tip of his cock bursting open with every wave, raining a white hot shower of cum over the gaping hole of my ass. The deluge of his cum spread downward over my pussy, around the pink stretch where the vibrator was still shoved deep. His cum was still hot when it reached my aching clit, where I pressed the little buzzing rabbit ears with deep concentration.

  “Oh!” I nearly jumped out of my own skin in surprise when I felt Jack’s tongue in my asshole, lapping at his cum, and that sent me flying, my orgasm closing my eyes against all the hot, dirty words on the screen: fuck yeah! God she’s such a good, nasty little whore! I’m gonna cum alloverherfuckingasssssss! It was all too good, and I let myself go, pure sensation, my body rocking and rolling and twisting all on its own in a flood of ecstasy.

  I don’t remember much after that for a while. I know Jack turned the camera off and washed and put the toys and computer away. I panted on the bed, catching my breath, still feeling as if I was flying, until he wheeled the tray over.

  “Breakfast?”

  “Breakfast?” I sighed happily, looking over at him sitting on the edge of the bed. “My god, I can’t believe it isn’t lunch time yet.”

  He chuckled, leaning over and kissing the rounded swell of my behind. “Oh, no, baby…we’ve got a lot to do before then. I’ve got a couple more surprises for you.”

  More!

  I groaned, but I was smiling. I couldn’t help it. I was going to die in a hotel room in Cleveland, I decided, a deliriously satisfied but seriously dehydrated woman, probably found with her behind still up in the air as an offering to her insatiable husband—and I didn’t even care. Our sex life had suddenly become too tempting to resist.

  Chapter 8

  I was in love with Jack all over again. I think we were looking at each other with new eyes for the first time in years—endless revolutions of routine, work and kids—and I almost felt like we were on a second honeymoon that weekend. Or really, perhaps, our first, since the time after our wedding was spent studying and taking exams, although we’d had our fair share of intimate breaks in between.

  Jack couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me. The attention was intoxicating, and I felt myself moving differently, more deliberately, a slow, constant, seductive tease. For years I’d been throwing my hair up into the mommy-ponytail, wearing jeans and sweatshirts around the house and practical cotton panties underneath. I’d moved easily from the good, polite college co-ed, into the role of stable, dependable elementary school teacher, as well as Jack’s wife and the mother of his children, without thinking much about it.

  But I was thinking about it now.

  The woman in the mirror staring back at me, the one whose cleavage nearly spilled out of the red satin dress her husband had purchased earlier that day, the one whose thigh was exposed when she walked because the slit in that same dress was just shy of indecently high, who turned heads like she hadn’t in years when she walked down the hotel hallway—even when she wasn’t dressed to the nines—that woman was me.

  I’d forgotten all about her. In fact, I’d pretty much buried her under lists of things to do and papers to grade and meals to make. I’d forgotten what it was like to be attractive, to feel attractive. That last was more than half the equation, I decided, rubbing a fine gloss over the plump swell of my lips with a fingertip. The accoutrements were secondary. It was feeling the heat in your body that counted. When I walked, it felt as if the world hung on the swing of my hips, my whole body a beacon of light, drawing moths to the flame.

  My husband was drunk with it. Hell, so was I. And so, I found, was our young waiter friend, who we’d mercilessly teased to the breaking point. I could see it in their eyes—both men were positively wolfish, fighting to hold out my chair at dinner, a brief struggle for control, and the incident would stay with me, come to me later, remind me how men fight over women, how much they lust and are willing to take.

  That moment made me flush and nearly swoon with the tingling sense of being wanted. Two men, standing on either side of me as I sat between them, giving them both a good view of my cleavage, and quite a bit of leg as I crossed them, tilting my head back to thank them and laugh at their hungry expressions. Not that it was a laughing matter, but something had to break the tension. Because I was in the middle of two men who were very, deadly serious about getting what they wanted.

  “That dress is stunning.” Lloyd was the first to move away, probably mindful of his job, especially after our dinner incident the night before. But he was sure to add my name at the end of his compliment, and the sound of it in his mouth made me want to melt. “Charlie. What is that short for? Or is it just a nickname?”

  Jack moved to his side of the table, looking between the two of us like a man who’d been wishing for something and wasn’t quite sure he really liked it, now that it belonged to him. But he let it happen anyway, even as uncomfortable as it might have been. I think his animal nature, that reptilian part of his brain at the base of his neck, had turned red hot at some point over the weekend, and the temperature just wasn’t going to go back down. It was in control, for better or worse, and I was along for the ride.

  “Charlene.” I smiled up at him—his eyes were dark, darker than I’d seen them, almost the smoky black of his hair, curly and slightly disheveled, as if he’d just rolled out of bed to come to work. Of course, I knew he’d been there all day—since this morning’s room service. A long, exhausting day. “You must be tired after working yesterday, and now all day today. Gonna go home tonight and crash?”

  He shrugged, his gaze dipping down to my cleavage as I leaned back in the chair, tilting my face up to him, and my breasts as well. There was no doubt in my mind about what I was doing, slowly and deliberately, bit by bit. Seducing him was going to be the easy part, I thought, remembering how he stood hidden by the rubber plant in the corner, cock in hand, watching me orgasm at this very table.

  Looking at him, I found my mouth was watering, and I wasn’t hungry for food.

  “I’ve got a lot of energy,” he replied, flashing me a smile. “Stamina. It’s all about stamina.”

  “I bet you do.” I laughed, low and throaty, giving him a wink. “I don’t
know a woman in the world who doesn’t love a man with stamina.”

  “How about steak?” Jack’s voice interrupted us, and I looked over at him, seeing that same look, something caught between pleasure and pain.

  “The fish is good tonight, too,” Lloyd said, suddenly remembering his job and putting two menus down onto the table. “We’ve got snapper and salmon.”

  “Eh. Too light.” I shrugged one shoulder, feeling my strap slipping, and letting it go. Both men looked there at the dangling piece of fabric as I opened my menu, pretending to pay attention to it. “I’m hungry for something with a little more…substance.” I slid the strap back up slowly over the pale, creamy skin of my shoulder, feeling the heat from their eyes, delighting in it. “Something…meaty.”

  “Steak should do it, then,” Jack countered, not even opening his menu.

  I smiled and shrugged. “Maybe.”

  But Jack ignored my flirty answer, ordering for both of us—no Dom Perignon this time, that was still back in the room, the bottle more than half full—and Lloyd took it all down, promising to be back with our salads and beverages.

  “Hey.” I touched his knee with mine under the table, getting Jack’s attention once Lloyd had departed. It was another slow night in the restaurant, but it was early for dinner—only five. We were mostly alone. “You know I love you.”

  The words seemed to melt the set to his jaw, and he smiled at me, a more open thing than before, less tight-lipped and stiff. “You sure about that?”

  “More sure than I’ve ever been,” I said honestly, and I could tell he saw it in my eyes, that thing we’d been carrying, recreating really, all weekend between us, the life and spark of our marriage and life together, ignited again and burning hot.

  “You are something else.” His hand moved over my bare knee under the table, sliding my dress aside to seek the heat of my inner thigh and squeezing.

  “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked, sipping the water Lloyd had left on the table. Jack’s hand slid higher as he leaned forward across the little table, his fingers just reaching the matching red satin panties under the dress.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” There was no question, no hesitation. I opened my legs a little, sliding forward in my seat, letting him slip the elastic band aside at my thigh and stroke the hair covering my mound. The sensation set me off, almost purring, like a cat, under his touch.

  “Balsamic?” Lloyd was back, holding salads and iced tea on a tray, and Jack sat up, his hand squeezing my leg before making a quick departure from under my dress.

  “That was me,” I said, pointing to a spot on the table in front of me where he placed the plate. He juggled the rest quite easily, with a swift, fluid grace that stunned me, really. I watched his hands—big hands, strong, the fingers long, though, like someone who played piano or guitar—and couldn’t help imagining them touching me like Jack had been a moment before. My belly clenched, released, clenched again, my face flushing, not quite enough to match my dress, but enough to make me reach for water to cool the heat.

  The men weren’t the only ones full of some sort of unslakable lust tonight.

  “Can I get you anything else?” Lloyd asked, looking between us.

  I shook my head. “I’m good.”

  “She is,” Jack agreed, dropping me a wink and then glancing up at Lloyd. “How about we add some oysters? A little appetizer?”

  “Sure.” Lloyd grinned at the obvious inference. “Coming right up.”

  “You’re bad.” I rolled my eyes at him when he grinned again, looking pleased with himself, like he was keeping some big secret. “And way too obvious. Who taught you about subtlety? The Jolly Green Giant?”

  He chuckled, digging into his salad, but didn’t respond. I wasn’t that hungry—we’d eaten a big, late breakfast off the silver tray, and had spent the afternoon shopping. Jack had, of course, insisted on buying me yet another expensive dress I thought for sure we couldn’t afford, but I’d tried it on and had fallen immediately in love. Not just with the dress, but the look in Jack’s eyes when I stepped out of the dressing room wearing it. He looked like he would put a second mortgage on our house just to buy it for me.

  And I thought I might let him, just to keep that light right there like that, in his eyes. Smiling, I picked at my salad and drank my water in some small attempt to quench some of the heat burning in my belly. I didn’t expect it to work, and it didn’t, but it was a distraction, and that was good.

  “Here you go.” Lloyd was back with the oysters sooner than I’d expected, and Jack plucked one up immediately, sliding it into his mouth and swallowing. I’d never been one for seafood and shuddered as I watched him.

  “Try one.” Jack looked up at the younger man and nodded at the plate. “They’re great for the sex drive. Nature’s Viagra.”

  Lloyd smirked. “I don’t think I need one.”

  “He’s got great stamina, remember?” I smiled, nudging Jack under the table.

  He winked at me. “So he says.”

  Lloyd shrugged and didn’t jump to defend himself. He was young, but even with his apparent inexperience, he had an air of quiet confidence about him.

  Jack slid back another oyster—he was going to finish the whole thing, of course, He knew I wouldn’t touch them. “So, Lloyd…I meant to ask you.” He took a long drink of water, letting the possibility of a question hang there for a moment. “Did you like the little show my wife put on this afternoon?”

  I startled, flushing, and stared at him, aghast. “Jack…oh my god…you…didn’t…” The realization of what he’d done—what he must have been talking to Lloyd about in the hotel doorway this morning, just out of earshot—hit me with tremendous force. I could barely breathe.

  “Very much.” Lloyd’s gaze moved to me, and the look in his eyes, that hungry, lustful look, made my knees feel weak. I was glad I was already sitting down.

  Jack slid back another oyster and asked, “Want to see the live version?”

  I grabbed my water glass, gulping, trying to put out the fire, but it wasn’t helping. Not in the least. Both men were driving this train, and I was just along for the ride.

  “I’d like to do more than watch.” Lloyd’s fingers moved over my shoulder, pushing up my errant dress strap, and just the brush of his fingers sent my temperature soaring again.

  “Room 431,” Jack said matter-of-factly, a clear proposal. “After your shift is over.”

  “Seven.” Lloyd sealed the deal, and they both nodded, coming to an understanding. And I sat there, stunned, thinking vaguely about deals with the devil. Where did the devil really reside, in all of us? I wondered. For me, I knew—where the heat was, emanating fire between my thighs, the place where the world was forged—and the bargain had already been made.

  * * *

  There was no small talk, no subtle flirting or seduction. We’d done all that, leading up to the moment, and besides, Jack couldn’t wait. He’d started already, and I was wearing just my red silk panties and bra and bent over the edge of the bed within minutes of returning to our room. I’d had an hour, at least, of teasing, and I was on the brink of death-by-pleasure already by the time Lloyd knocked on our hotel room door.

  “Jack, wait!” I begged him to let me put something else on. My panties were still in place, although they’d been pulled aside several times, and I currently had the glass dildo shoved deep into my ass, which was sticking up in the air in my position of hands-and-knees on the bed.

  “Hey there.” Jack ignored my plea, opening the door and letting Lloyd in. He’d changed into jeans and a gray pullover, perhaps even showered—his hair looked slightly damp, from what I could see from my almost upside-down view. Jack was wearing jeans, too, but no shirt. That had disappeared over the course of the hour, along with my bra, probably joining the expensive heap of my dress on the floor.

  “Hi.” Lloyd’s gaze skipped over to me and I flushed at my compromising position, but there was n
othing to be done about it. “Looks like you started without me.”

  “Started,” Jack agreed, walking over to the bed and running his hand over my behind, giving the butt plug a little slap and making me jump. “But nowhere near finished.”

  “Well, that’s good.” Lloyd came over to the bed but didn’t sit on it. He stood beside, looking down at me, and since I was on eye level with his jeans, I could actually watch the bulge there begin to grow. God, that made my mouth water. My pussy was already soaking wet, and I’d been aching to come for…forever.

  “Isn’t she something?” The pride in Jack’s voice was unmistakable, and I flushed at the compliment, sure he meant it that way, but not sure if I should be offended or thrilled. The latter won out as Lloyd nodded, his hand, unconscious and probably involuntary, moving to rub at his crotch. It was probably aching, just like mine was.