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  “I fucking love it,” Eric says.

  “Do you think it’s something you’d like to do again one of these days?” Jasmine says.

  “I know it is.”

  “That’s good to hear,” Tory says. “Because I had a good time.”

  “I told you,” Jasmine says, turning towards her.

  “Yes you did,” Tory replies.

  “She told you what?” Eric asks.

  “That you knew what you were doing,” Tory says. “I was skeptical, based on the habits of the men we usually service in this business, but she was right. You’re pretty damn good in the sack.”

  Eric drops his eyes. He’s never been good at receiving compliments. “Thanks,” he says awkwardly.

  “Oh, and shy too,” Tory says. “I never would have guessed that.”

  “I told you he was different,” Jasmine says.

  “You did indeed.”

  “Okay, cut it out,” Eric says. He can feel his face turning red. Why he’s embarrassed now, after what they did that night, is beyond him. But he is.

  “All right, all right,” Tory says. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I was just trying to be nice.”

  “I know,” Eric says. “And thank you. You’re not too bad in the sack yourself.”

  Tory and Jasmine start laughing. Eric joins in.

  “Why thank you,” Tory says once the laughter dies down. “I aim to please.”

  “I’m so glad this worked out,” Jasmine says. And you want to know the best part? The more comfortable we get with each other, the better the sex will be.”

  “I didn’t realize it could get any better,” Eric replies, only half-joking.

  “Of course it can,” Tory says. “Tonight was only a primer. Next time we get together, things are going to get even freakier.”

  He can feel his dick getting hard again just thinking about what other possibilities the girls had in store. “Even freakier than tonight?”

  “Hell yes,” Jasmine says. “Imagine what we do together, multiplied by two. Maybe even three.”

  “Or four,” Tory says. “Depending on how much you can handle, of course.”

  “Oh, I think he can handle quite a bit,” Jasmine says. “Right, Eric?”

  “I guess we’ll just have to find out,” he replies. “In fact, if you don’t have any other plans for the night . . .”

  Jasmine shoots him a surprised look. “You want to go again?”

  “Sure. Why not?”

  “Do you have it in you?” Tory says.

  “Not right this moment,” he says. “But if you girls want to jump in the shower, I’ll go hit an ATM and grab a couple bottles of wine. After I get a few drinks in me I’ll be as good as new.”

  Jasmine looks at Tory. “Well, what do you think?”

  “It’s fine with me,” Tory says. “I don’t have anywhere else to be tonight.”

  “Neither do I,” Jasmine says. She turns back to Eric. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

  “I’m positive,” he says.

  Jasmines smiles. “Then I guess we’ll see you in a little while.”

  #####

  A HARSH LESSON

  MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

  Nikki Fox, a stunning blonde with a thin, lithe, rock-hard body honed in the gym on a daily basis, is standing in the living room talking to her husband Mark, an equally fit, ex-college athlete with a full head of brown hair and an angular, attractively rugged face. Both are in their early thirties and both look great for their age. They’ve been married for 11 years, each of which has been better than the last.

  There are many reasons for their continued marital success, including a complete openness with one another and an us-against-the-world attitude. But the biggest factor is their willingness to engage in deviant, perverted sexual acts; not only with each other, but involving third (and sometimes even fourth or fifth) parties.

  Over the years, they have participated in many types of different sexual scenarios, sometimes setting them up themselves and sometimes letting others do the planning. But recently they have stumbled upon a game they like to play more than any other, the specifics of which they are discussing at this very moment in the living room of their immaculately furnished 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.

  “Are you sure Cindy’s up for this?” Nikki says.

  “Positive,” Mark replies. “I’ve been setting it up for weeks. She’s totally into me. I’ve had to fight her off with a stick for the last couple of days. She’s just waiting for you to leave.”

  “And you’re certain it’ll go the way we want?”

  “Positive,” Mark says. “You know me. I have a knack for these things.”

  “You do indeed,” Nikki says. “That’s why I love you so much.”

  She steps into him and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He returns the kiss and they make out, each more excited than usual. They’ve done this sort of thing before, of course, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

  Nikki breaks off the kiss and grabs Mark’s cock, gripping it beneath his pants. “I see that you’re already hard with anticipation.”

  Mark runs his fingers under Nikki’s skirt and rubs her pussy over her panties. “And I see that you’re already wet.”

  “You know I like the sort of thing as much as you do.”

  “Which is why I love you so much.”

  They smile at each other, their faces conveying genuine emotion.

  “Now go,” Mark says, slapping Nikki on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

  #

  Five minutes later, Nikki pulls her car out of the garage and closes the garage door behind her. Two minutes after that there’s a knock on their front door. Mark looks through the peephole, just to be sure.

  It’s Cindy. She’s wearing a slinky, lacy, black top and a jean skirt, with lots of makeup and her hair done up. Her intentions are obvious.

  Mark answers the door, opening it and hustling Cindy into the house and quickly closing the door behind them, acting like they’re worried about getting caught.

  Cindy is a 20-year old girl college student that lives down the street who’s home for the summer. She’s a cute little long-haired brunette with a thin frame, small but perky tits, a great ass, and legs that didn’t quit. But more importantly, the word around the neighborhood is that not only is she a total slut, but that she just adores older men. Which is why Mark and Nikki chose her for their little game.

  “Are you sure your wife is gone for the whole day?” Cindy asks Mark as he leads her up the stairs to the bedroom, not wasting any time.

  “Positive,” Mark says. “We’ve got at least three hours until she comes home. And I’m planning on using all of them.”

  Cindy giggled and grabbed his ass as they climbed the stairs.

  “Are you sure you can last that long?” Cindy asks.

  “I’m like the energizer bunny,” Mark says, looking back at her. “I keep going, and going, and going . . .”

  “I certainly hope so,” Cindy says as they come to the top of the stairs. “Because I’ve haven’t had a good fucking since I’ve been back from college. All the boys around here are lame.”

  #

  Thirty seconds later they’re in the bedroom. Mark’s pants are around his ankles and Cindy is on her knees, with one hand gripping the base of his cock and her lips wrapped around the tip.

  “Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” Cindy asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.

  “I fucking love it,” Mark says, his head cocked a little sideways, listening.

  And sure enough, a few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and then closing is audible throughout the house.

  Cindy quickly pulls her mouth off Mark’s cock and looks up at him.

  “Who’s that?” she whispers.

  “It must be Nikki,” Mark says, acting surprised.

  “I thought you said she was gone for the day?” Cindy whispers
desperately.

  “She was supposed to be,” Mark whispers back. They can hear the sounds of Nikki rummaging around downstairs. Marks pulls his boxers and pants back up and buttons them.

  “What do we do?” Cindy asks.

  “Nothing,” Mark replies. “She probably just forgot something. She’ll be back out the door within seconds.”

  But immediately after the words leave Mark’s mouth Nikki calls out to him.

  “Mark? Mark, honey, have you seen my cell phone?”

  “I think it’s downstairs,” Mark calls out. Cindy is still on her knees on the floor, looking frightened and nervous.

  “I can’t find it,” Nikki says. “I think I may have left it in our room.”

  Cindy curses under her breath and starts to climb to her feet.

  “No, it’s not in here,” Mark calls out.

  “I’m pretty sure it is,” Nikki says. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood stairs is audible. “I’m coming up to check.”

  “What do I do?” Cindy says, panicked.

  “Go hide in the closet,” Mark says quickly.

  “But what if she looks for her phone in there?” Cindy says.

  “She won’t,” Mark replies, forcing himself not to smile. He gives Cindy a little push in the direction of the closet. “Now go! Hurry!”

  Cindy quickly moves to the other side of the room and scrambled into the walk-in closet and closes the door behind her.

  No more than five seconds later, Nikki enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Mark a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.

  “Are you sure you haven’t seen it in here?” Nikki asks Mark, her tone not reflecting her knowledge of the situation.

  “Positive,” Mark says. “I’ve looked everywhere.” He flicks his head towards the closet.

  “Is she in there?” Nikki mouths without saying the words aloud.

  Mark nods.

  “I think I left it in my pants yesterday,” Nikki says aloud.

  “In the bathroom?” Mark asks.

  “No,” Nikki replies. “In the closet.”

  “They’re not in there,” Mark says, grinning widely all the while.

  “Of course they are,” Nikki says. “I hung them up yesterday after I wore them.”

  “Are you sure?” Mark says. “I thought you put them in the laundry already.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” Nikki says, moving towards the closet. “I know right where I put them.”

  “Wait,” Mark says, more loudly than necessary, still playing the part for Cindy’s benefit. “I think I saw your phone downstairs.”

  “Why are you acting so funny?” Nikki says, putting her hand on the closet door handle in an attempt to ramp up Cindy’s anxiety. “Is there something in the closet you don’t want me to see?”

  “No,” Mark says, barely able to keep from cracking up. “It’s nothing like that.”

  Nikki lets the silence build for a few moments, then says, “Bullshit. What the fuck did you stash in there? Your fucking girlfriend?”

  “No,” Mark says, his smile larger than ever. He’s practically giddy with excitement. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “If I’m being ridiculous, then it doesn’t matter if I open this closet, does it?” Nikki says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Cindy sweat it for a little while longer.

  “If that’s what you want to do,” Mark says.

  “You really don’t care?” Nikki says, opening the door just a little bit.

  “Not at all,” Mark says.

  Nikki closes the door and lets go of the handle. “Well, in that case, maybe I should look somewhere else for my phone. I don’t I left it in my pants anyway.”

  “Like I said, whatever you want,” Mark says.

  “I think I may have put my pants in the bathroom after all,” Nikki says. “Can you go take a look for me?”

  “Sure,” Mark replies. “Which pants did you say they were in?”

  “My black jeans,” Nikki says.

  “Okay, I’ll check,” Mark says, not making a move.

  “Go!” Nikki whispers, waving Mark away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Cindy. If she realizes it’s a setup that’ll take some of the fun away. “And wipe that smile off your face!” she adds, whispering that too.

  Mark turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Nikki again grabs ahold of the door handle and opens the door to the walk-in closet.

  “Let’s see what you’re hiding in here,” she says under her breath, flipping on the light to reveal two legs protruding from the bottom of Mark’s shirts.

  Nikki spreads the shirts apart, revealing Cindy. She’s got a scared look on her face and tears are dripping down her face.

  “Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Nikki says, staring down at Cindy. “You’re that girl from down the street, right?”

  Cindy nods.

  “Cindy, right?”

  Cindy nods again.

  “Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my closet?” Nikki asks, her voice harsh.

  Cindy shakes her head.

  “Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Nikki says. She grabs Cindy by the hair and uses it to pull the younger girl out of the closet. “Come on, you little slut. Time to pay the piper.”

  Nikki drags Cindy out of the closet and into the bedroom.

  “On your knees,” Nikki says to Cindy. “Right here, in the middle of the floor.”

  Cindy does as she’s told.

  Two seconds later, Mark walks in. “Uh-oh,” he says, trying to look and sound dismayed.

  “Uh-oh is right,” Nikki says. “What about you, Mark? Do you feel like explaining what’s going on here?”

  “Well, uh—” Mark starts.

  “Just shut the fuck up,” Nikki says. “Nobody has to explain anything. It’s pretty fucking obvious what’s going on here.”

  “Listen, Nikki,” Mark says. “It’s not what you think.”

  “Sure it’s not,” Nikki replies. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”

  “I thought you were out for the day,” Mark says, dropping his head.

  “You thought wrong,” Nikki snaps back.

  “Listen, I just—”

  “Zip it,” Nikki says, pointing at Mark. “I’ll deal with you later. First I’m going to deal with her. She turns her attention to Cindy, who is still sitting on her knees on the floor, sniffling, trying to stem the tide of her tears. “What about you, Cindy? What do you have to say for yourself?”

  “I’m sorry?” Cindy says, framing it like a question.

  “You aren’t yet,” Nikki says, still holding onto Cindy’s hair. “But you will be. You’ll be very sorry.”

  “You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?” Cindy asks.

  “I guess that depends,” Nikki says.

  “On what?”

  “On you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The choice is yours,” Nikki says, “I can either drive you back home and tell your parents exactly what happened here, or we can dole out your punishment right here, right now.”

  “What kind of punishment?” Cindy asks.

  “Whatever I deem appropriate,” Nikki says.

  Cindy nods her head. “Okay.”

  “Okay, what?”

  “I’ll accept your punishment.”

  “Are you sure?” Nikki says. “Once we get started, you won’t be able to change your mind.”

  “I’m sure,” Cindy says. “Do you worst to me.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about that,” Nikki says, smiling like a demon. “We will. But first I want to get a few things straight in my head. Who started this whole mess?”

  “It was all her,” Mark says.

  “Is that true?” Nikki asks Cindy

  “No,” Cindy says.

  “No? So you came over here to fuck my husba
nd against your will? Did Mark force you to come over here?”

  “Well, no,” Cindy says. “But he started it. He approached me first.”

  “Of course he did,” Nikki says. “He’s a man. They all think with their dicks. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell him no.”

  “I tried,” Cindy says.

  “Obviously not too hard,” Nikki says.

  “She practically begged for it,” Mark says. “She came over here every time you left the house, trying to get me to let her in.”

  Nikki looks at him for a moment before turning her attention back to Cindy. “Is that right?” she asks.

  Cindy just shrugs.

  “Yeah, I bet you did,” Nikki says, her attention still on Cindy. “You’re just a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

  Cindy shrugs again. A defiant little smile has worked its way onto her lips. She’s obviously given up trying to play the innocent girl.

  “You love cock, don’t you?” Nikki says.

  Cindy nods.

  “And you want my husbands cock, don’t you?”

  Cindy nods again.

  “That’s what I thought,” Nikki says. Pointing at Mark, she says, “You, drop your pants and pull your cock out.”

  Mark does as he’s told, trying to act dismayed even though his rock-hard cock is betraying his true feelings.

  “So you want my husband’s cock, huh? Then here,” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head towards Mark’s cock, which is harder than ever. “Start fucking sucking on it then you little slut. Show me what you can do.”

  Still holding onto Cindy’s hair with one hand, Nikki circles around so she’s behind the younger girl. With her free hand, she yanks Cindy’s arms back and holds them in place behind her back.

  “You like it when men use all your holes, don’t you?” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head forward and back, forcing her to suck Mark’s cock. “That’s right, you little slut. Suck my husbands fucking cock.”

  Nikki gets more aggressive, pushing and pulling Cindy’s head off of Mark’s cock with more force and speed with every passing second. It isn’t long before Cindy is gagging and coughing, with spittle running down her chin and onto the floor. But Nikki doesn’t let up, pushing Cindy’s head further and further forward until she’d nearly taking all of Mark’s cock with every thrust.