And then I press the keys with a trembling hand.Piper: My pussy’s so wet, you can slip right inside me.My fingers hover over the Send button, but I go back and forth with myself about actually sending it. It’s too much. Too personal. And then I hear the sound of Cannon’s voice, and I send it without even thinking, like I’m about to get caught.“Babe? Where are you?” he says again.“I’m in here!” I yell with a shaky voice.I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that I just texted West or that I sent it to the sound of my husband’s voice.Cannon sticks his head around the corner and takes a look at the heap of clothing I have strewn around the walk-in closet. The mess looks a lot like the inside of my mind.“Either you’re bored or you’re mad at me,” he says.“Believe it or not, I didn’t throw a single thing.” But I did make a mess, and it’s going to take another hour to hang everything back up. Cannon knows that when I’m stressed, I reorganize and clean. Even my shoes are all over the pla
WestWalking back to our deck after a long swim in the ocean, I see my cell phone light up. I lift it off the towel and smile as I read Piper’s text. It took her over an hour to write me back—enough time that I stopped waiting for her reply and swam a few miles in the water. Her last message told me that her pussy was so wet, I could slip right inside it.I ask her which position she wants me in, and her answer is…Piper: Whichever one makes me scream.I dry my hands off before I begin to type.West: I don’t have to use my cock to make you do that.Piper: What else can you use?West: My finger.Piper: You’re that confident?A call comes through my cell. When I see Jesse’s name on the screen, I click Ignore and go back to typing.West: Isn’t that why you’re texting me now? Because you know my abilities, and you know how loud I can make you scream?Piper: Maybe.West: Maybe…what? There’s more?Piper: Maybe.“Let me check to see if he’s out here,” Tilly says as she opens the sliding glas
“So…” she finally says, leaning over the countertop of the island, like she’s waiting to hear where I’m taking her on vacation. “What did Jesse want?”I take a bite of the beef. “Wants me to talk to some guy. An old client of his.”“And?”I start walking toward my office. “I told him I’d think about it.”“Do you wanna know what I think?”I turn around when I reach the doorway. Tilly’s still in the kitchen, and her grin hasn’t even faded a little. I don’t know what she’s so excited about.“No, but I know you’re going to tell me.”“I think you should talk to him, baby.” She walks over to me and stops a few inches away, her hand running up and down my bare chest. “You’ve been working out so hard; maybe you need a massage.”“I do. Can you get her to come to the house? I’d rather have it here than go to some spa place.”“I’ll make a call.” She reaches for the waist of my swim trunks, pulls it out, and looks down at my cock. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”I raise the
Nerves are bubbling in my throat, and that rush of adrenaline I get whenever I see West is making my chest tight. “Do you want a drink? Or something to eat?”“I’m good,” he says. He’s staring out the sliding glass door toward the beach—our beach. “This is a nice place.”“Thanks. It’s all Cannon though. I’m not working right now. Not until I find a new teaching position.”West turns around, and his eyes suddenly narrow. “Fuck,” he whispers.“What?”He’s not mad. Actually, I can’t figure out what he is. But I’ve never seen this look before. It makes me ache.“You’re a teacher?”“Since I graduated college. I worked with kids with autism. Middle school aged.”He closes his eyes and nods. When he opens them, he takes two steps and hesitates again. “Do you know how many teacher fantasies I’ve had over the years?”When he finally gets to me, he places his hands on my hips and grinds my pelvis against his cock. The friction makes me gasp.“I was already going to fuck you until you screamed. B
West“Mmm,” I growl as two of my fingers twist and pump inside Piper’s cunt while my tongue laps her clit. “You taste so fucking good.”The whiskers of my beard are dripping with her wetness, and I feel even more of it on the end of my nose.I want to wash my face with her.And I’m going to. Before I leave this house, I’ll make sure I have her all over me, so if I want a taste later, I can have it. That is, unless my wife throws me in the shower. But knowing how dirty Tilly is, she’ll probably take a sample, which might buy me a few hours before I have to soap Piper off my skin.“Ah,” she groans. “Yes, just like that.”I open my eyes and watch her grind the top of her head into the pillow, her back arching, her nipples so goddamn hard that they look painful.I reach up and give one a quick squeeze, and she lets out the sound I’m after.“I told you, it would only take a finger,” I hiss.She leans her head forward and glares down at me. “I’ll scream again; just don’t you dare stop.”Dem
“Yes,” she breathes. “More, West. I want more.”I replace my thumb with my tongue and draw circles over her clit, watching as the build begins to consume her.She drops her weight off her elbows and grips my hair as a demand comes bursting through her lips, “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”I know, baby. I can feel how close you are. But what I can’t tell you is how I want your cum on my tongue every fucking day. And what I’m doing to you is the same thing you’re doing to me.I’m not licking some random cunt that my wife brought home to hook up with. This is a pussy I want to worship. I care if Piper gets off, if she’s completely satisfied. When I go back to my place later this evening, I want Piper to feel that sweet ache all night and think about what I did to cause it. I want her to crave me. And, when her husband tries to get her off, I want her to remember what it sounds like when she screams my name. Why I’m slipping into her thoughts because she sure as fuck slips into mine.H
My husband has never done something that erotic or dirty with me. He’s never devoured me with a single stare or wanted to capture the moment on film. But he’s buried so deep inside Tilly; it doesn’t look like he ever wants to come out.I don’t know who the man in that picture is. My husband has never fucked me like that. He’s never even tried.“Cannon,” I whisper. “Wake up.”He stirs, licking his lips. They’re dry, and I think about all the places they could have been.On her.In her.All over Tilly.I have no right to be jealous. West did the same to me, but I still feel a twinge of resentment and a little pang of regret that I wasn’t able to give my husband what he needed in bed.“Mornin’, Pipes,” Cannon says with one eye barely open. He’s hungover. “I never made it to bed, did I?”“No, you didn’t.” I can’t remember the last time we didn’t sleep in the same bed. Even when we argue, we always climb in beside the other. “Are you feeling okay?”“I drank too much,” he mumbles as he look
I grab a towel from the cabinet and throw it around my body. We never talked about markings or toys or anything that could be brought into the bedroom to play. Nothing was off-limits when it came to sex, but I’m starting to think West’s mouth is too dangerous.This bruise will take days to go away, and I can’t wash the guilt from my body. The marking will be in Cannon’s face until it fades away—a constant reminder that I’m sleeping with another man—and that makes me no better than that image from the Polaroid.After I throw shorts and a tank top on, I find Cannon on the beach—his favorite spot to think. Sitting in the sand at the end of the property, he’s staring at the waves, watching each crest build and then crash.He might ask me to leave, but I sit down next to him anyway. And then I test how mad he is by reaching for his hand.When he doesn’t pull away, I take it as a sign to continue. “I’m sorry, Cannon. So sorry.”“For what?” he whispers. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”How ca