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Cass moved her hands over her breasts, covered in a blouse, along the tight dress that hugged her hips before unbuttoning her blouse. The silver-haired man and his wife looked on, sitting comfortably in plush chairs, sipping wine, and guiding her into an exercise of self-exploration.

“Even more slowly.” Mistress Lanai studied every movement that Cass was making. “Anticipation kicks the imagination into gear and awakens the sensual desires.”

Cass listened and undid the next few buttons in a way she found painfully slow until her top was open and showed a deep purple bra.

“The same with the dress,” said Master Kenneth, highly regarded as one of the most skilled tops in the region. “The goal isn’t just to strip off your clothes, but to find your sexual desires as deeply as possible within you.”

With hips swaying, Cass tucked her fingers inside the thin waist band and let them move in tiny circles while lowering the dress, moving it down her legs like an unveiling, the way that Kenneth and Lanai were teaching her.

Cass had wanted to be a student again, like a sexual apprentice, going back to the basics. Her work with men and women as singles and couples through her sexuality clinic, a place to explore desires, push boundaries, and enhance relationships kept her sexually aware but also meant that she needed to step back once in a while and focus on her own pleasure.

Giving herself to so many had brought her to a place of need and now she was receiving guidance that was refreshing and causing her mind to spark erotically.

As her dress fell around her ankles, and she kicked it aside, she felt the fabric of her bra and lacy panty.

“Close your eyes,” said Kenneth, “and feel the softness. Just feel.”

Cass touched and caressed her tits, slowly ran fingers over her panty, and became immersed in a simmering sensuality.

“Move your fingers beneath your panty and feel your pussy.” Kenneth’s voice was as low as his shoulders were broad and biceps strong. “Feel.”

The pussy lips were lovely to touch and doing so in front of others added a dimension to the exercise that Cass hadn’t known existed. A desire struck hard—fill her pussy. To fuck.

“Now, pull your fingers away,” directed Lanai.

Now?

Impossible.

“Pull them away, dear. Even if your body and your mind are becoming inflamed. Let the arousal take its course through your body.”

Cass grit her teeth, moved her fingers away and before she could wonder what to do with her hands, Master Kenneth gave her the directive with his voice near her ears. “Lace your fingers behind your head and spread your legs shoulder width. You may open your eyes.”

Kenneth and Lanai were standing alongside her, touching, kissing, and nibbling on her flesh while she stood exposed.

Lanai’s kisses were like massages over her panty-clad ass and along her legs and her fingers worked gently over Cass’ pussy, inflaming her even more.

“Go deep into your sexual desires,” urged Kenneth. “Forget the world and dive deep into what it means to feel immense pleasure. Want it. Cry out for it.”

Cass suddenly realized that Lanai was sliding her panties from off her pussy and down her legs, flicking her tongue on Cass’ flesh while Kenneth undid her bra, and helped himself to tastes of her nipples. The touches and kisses were controlled and Cass began to moan.

“What do you want?” whispered Kenneth.

“More.”

He grabbed Cass by her long hair, brought her mouth to his, and gripped the strands tightly. “Like a slut?”

“Yeah.”

The couple ran hands and kisses over Cass, making her groans more pronounced. Kenneth stepped aside and returned with his hand gripping a whip.

“Turn around, your back to me.”

Lanai remained on her knees in front of Cass, moving her lips up and down the naked woman’s body.

Suddenly, the air sung and the whip nipped Cass in the back, giving a sharp sting with Lanai using her tongue to probe deep into Cass’ cunt.

“Hands laced behind your head.”

Cass obeyed and the whip stung again and again along her back and over her ass.

“Yeah, fuck.”

Her body was on fire from the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

“Is that what you want?” asked Lanai.

Master Kenneth stung Cass on her butt again, causing her to wince and growl in response. “Yeah. Fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” asked Master Kenneth, sounding almost surprised while undoing his slacks and shirt. “You want fucked?”

Lanai stood, taking off her knit top and letting Cass feel the no-panty-covered pussy beneath the skirt.

“Yes. Please. Fucking do it.”

Making the arousal red hot like coals on a fire and then delaying the pleasure had a way of building and creating a longing that Cass needed to release.

Lanai raised a hand and spanked Cass with the sound lighting up the room while Kenneth grabbed her hair again, grinding his jaw against her lips, and guiding her to the bed, placing her on all fours and kneeling behind before sliding his cock into her pussy and fingering her ass.

“Oh, yeah.” A spark hit, ignited, and Cass lit up with a lustful power she hadn’t experienced before.

Lanai ran her hands along her back while Kenneth fucked her and took a place in front of Cass, with legs spread and bringing Cass’ mouth to her pussy.

“Good girl,” cooed Lanai, “lick. Show me how much you need it. Want it. Crave it.”

The urging fueled Cass to lick slowly and deeply and welcoming Kenneth’s cock going deep into her body, slapping against her butt, causing her tits to sway and the bliss of an orgasm to settle, light up her mind, and blow away all sense of the rational world.

Orgasmic waves were building in a way that she was surprised to find herself on her back with Lanai at her side, licking her tits, and Kenneth groaning and signaling that his orgasm was near.

Lanai was fingering herself and Kenneth pumped more into Cass’ body, crying out, and releasing his cum. Lanai moved in front, licking, and eating the creamy thickness and pursing her lips on Cass’ clitoris, holding her lips in place, and causing Cass to shudder from her shoulders, through her tummy, and into her legs.

The fucking had been thorough and had completely overtaken all sensibility.

Coming back to reality with small orgasmic aftershocks and the pinpricks of arousal took awhile but eventually she settled with Kenneth and Lanai by her side, kissing and caressing, as guides.

Cass closed her eyes again, letting the moment settle, while she adjusted and felt the craving to provide a total and complete erotic experience that involved every sense and depth of desire.

To be fucked in order to fuck.

A passionate cycle without end.

Now, she was ready to give.

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Servers wearing slacks and flowing earth-tone wraps carried trays of appetizers and drinks for guests to enjoy. A couple of dozen by invite only men and women who wore an array of swimwear, flowing dresses, and knit shirts gathered on Alex Toon’s property that featured a two-story “cabin,” as he called it, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a lake and a sprawling patio with portable hot tubs surrounding an elongated, curved pool where a band played and people danced.

The question of the night was why had he brought them together?

Lisa, who had become a confidant of Alex by investing his many millions and generating profitable returns, eyed her friend Nikki, and her husband, Gerry. “Hey, sport. Glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for the invite.” Nikki kissed her on the cheek in her petite and sassy way. “Just saw Cal. He said you beat him on the courts.”

“Yep, but he played hard and did really well.”

“Will you beat him in the bedroom?” Nikki ran a hand along Lisa’s back.

“Oh, the domme thing?”

“You’re a natural, Lisa. You got to admit it.” She swatted Lisa’s ass.

“The whole thing is still new to me. Although I did make him pleasure me in the car after our match.”

“Oh, wow. In the park?”

“Yeah. Then he gave me a wonderful foot massage when we got home.”

Gerry spoke up. “I’ll let you ladies carry on. I’m going to see if anyone is talking sports.”

“What better sport is there than this?” asked Nikki, patting him on the ass. “Don’t strain your neck gazing at the ladies. Or the men.”

“Yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes and sauntered off.

Nikki wanted to hear more. “So, tell me about the foot massage.”

“I stretched out on the sofa, no panties, and had him massage my feet.”

“Naked?”

“No.”

Nikki groaned. “A missed opportunity. Imagine his cock.” She licked her lips. “Anyway, go on.”

“He knelt on the floor, working his hands on the soles of my feet while I closed my eyes and moaned. And then, without any hints, he worked his tongue around each of my toes and kissed up my legs. I touched my feet against his waist and could feel how stiff his cock was.”

“Mmm. Got a little training going on.”

“A bit. I wanted him in me so bad, but I didn’t want to be late fort this.” Lisa changed the subject. “By the way, there were two guys playing on the court near us and wanted to exchange phone numbers.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

“You told Cal what you’ve been thinking?”

“I strongly implied, let’s say. I mentioned how cute they were.”

“And what did he say?”

“Not much.”

“Guys. Why is it they get turned on when it’s women-on-women but guy on guy, they freeze up? I’m glad I like either option. Keeps the possibilities wide open.” She kissed Lisa. “Like you. I could eat you up, right here.”

Lisa pointed outside. “There are cabanas for that. Out past the second pool and hot tubs.”

“You look marvelous,” Nikki continued, gazing at the property. “Is it clothing optional for the hot tub?”

“Take a look and see,” laughed Lisa.

She glanced around the partygoers. “So what’s the purpose of tonight anyway? It seems like it’s more than just having fun and fucking each other. Although, what’s wrong with that?”

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Lisa’s serve smashed onto the court, but Cal straddled to his left and made the return. Lisa, her tennis dress up nicely near her hips, lunged and sent the ball back over the net. Cal dove but missed. Match for Lisa.

“Damn.” Cal lay stretched on the court. Lisa made her way around the net to shake her husband’s hand. “My consolation is I got a nice view from here.”

“Oh, I should have you lay down for me more often.” Lisa wore the outfit that Cal had picked out for her. A hip-hugging hemline just below the ass with a top that held her breasts firmly and let them garner attention from any man who dared to look.

“Please do.” Cal looked up. “Sounds like you’re challenging me to more.”

“Oh, you want a challenge, do you?”

Cal got up. “You got me here, but I got you on the golf course.”

“That’s not the only place. You can get me in the bedroom, too, sweetheart.” Her voice was syrupy and eyes lit up as she planted a kiss on Cal’s lips. “Or can I get you in the bedroom?”

“And what do you mean by that?” Cal stretched.

“You’ve got that design project for Maple Grove square. You’re busy.”

“Yeah. And with the payoff, I’ll be able to spoil you with a new wardrobe and those shoes you’ve been talking about.”

“I look forward to that. But will you be too busy for bedroom time?”

“I seriously doubt that.” He playfully swatted her ass. “In fact, a nice shower together and a roll under the sheets and I’ll be able to think quite clearly. I’m certain.”

Lisa winced.

“You okay?”

“My foot.”

“How about a foot massage when we get home?”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

The plan was interrupted by a man with dark hair, wiping sweat from his brow, making his way from another court. “Hi, don’t mean to bother you, but we liked what we saw.” He motioned to another man with a shirt stretched across his chest and shorts revealing athletic legs.

“Oh, really?” Lisa sized him up. “I assume you mean you liked how we played.”

“Yes, exactly. We’re here fairly often. Always looking to meet people. Ever play doubles?”

Cal spoke up. “She’s more of the tennis player than I am.”

“True,” said Lisa, eyeing the man carefully, “and, yes, we do play doubles.” She shot Cal a glance that he had to agree with her. Her gaze returned to the man with dark eyes and bronze skin. That familiar feeling pulsed from deep within, the one that she had come to welcome in her renewed relationship with Cal. Sensual with the promise of oh-so-much-more.

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Working out with muscles burning and lungs sucking air always made me feel like I was entering a pleasurable dimension, even after leaving the weights outside and meandering into the house, drinking water in the kitchen, and heading to the bedroom shirtless.

I had toweled off and now it was time to shower.

My heart skipped a beat when I passed by Kendi, pulling laundry from the dryer, wearing a cropped T-shirt that barely covered her breasts and nylon shorts that flowed nicely over the curve of her ass.

“Hey, Daddy.”

“Hi, Doll.” I noticed her mood, a bit somber. “Sorting through clothes?”

“Yeah.” The way she bent with her back arched caught my eye and fueled my insides.

I was transfixed by my stepdaughter, a young woman heading to college who had found ways to overcome past hurts with her birth dad who had decided to disappear from her life. Her hair flowed wonderfully over her shoulders and when she stood, the silky strands framed her breasts. My cock responded.

“Well?” She stuffed the clothes into a laundry basket.

“Well, what hon?”

“Are you going to miss me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then why haven’t you said it?” She took the basket. A panty fell from the load, and I bent over to pick it up, so smooth and delicate, much like Kendi’s heart.

“I, uh, I’ve thought about it.”

She carried the basket quickly to her room and I walked after, carrying the lacy thong. Despite the tension I knew how incredible she looked wearing this flimsy fabric and how it enhanced her beauty.

“Kendi, darling, I’m sorry.”

She headed into her room, laying clothes on her bed and I continued my defense.

“You were with Matt last night.”

“Don’t remind me,” she said.

“Why, what happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Her tone made it sound like, yeah, she did want to talk about it.

“Oh? Then let’s talk about it,” I sat on the bed.

“Let’s not. I just said that I—”

“Yeah, I know. But sometimes that’s the best time to talk about something, otherwise you just carry resentment with you and it gets worse, like an open wound that won’t heal.”

She took a short skirt, folded it, and laid it in the open suitcase on top of the dresser. “He took me out, and we were making out in the car, and had me undo his jeans, and I was excited, sucking his cock, he fingered my hair, and said—oh, never mind.”

Her face turned a slight reddish hue.

I could tell she was hurting and wanted to soothe her so badly. “I am going to miss you. I figured your mother and I would visit you at Watomah soon. It’s only a few hours away.”

She wiped her eyes. “Maple Grove might as well be a million miles away.”

“What did Matt say to you?”

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Every movement required precision.

Master Robert’s directive set her in motion. “Present yourself, sweetheart.”

Darla smoothed her dress that hugged her waist and walked as gracefully as possible across the wooden floor with her heels clicking while Master Robert and his friend sat observing her every move.

He had spent hours having her practice walking, presenting her body, and removing her clothing before kneeling properly, leaning forward, and raising her ass high to use for his pleasure.

Incorrect moves and posture that wasn’t pleasing were met with stern directives to try again and discipline like a cane’s sting on her ass, pinching her nipples, and lectures followed by her apologies to try harder.

The discipline was often a turn-on, causing arousal as Darla saw how wide the power gap was between her and Master Robert. He hadn’t yet presented her to The Club because he wanted the presentation to send off erotic vibes that were deep and a catalyst to begin the wider play party.

“You’re not quite ready,” he’d conclude.

Disappointing.

Darla was the type of woman who had always sought challenges like running marathons and hikes into the mountains. Most men had never satisfied her because they either couldn’t keep up with her or gave her just enough kisses and affection to sweep her into bed, while not giving thought to who she was and what she needed.

Master Robert was different. He was several years older and a teacher of the erotic arts who could wield a cane and flogger with proper force to elicit response and sexual hunger.

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Reece didn’t believe it could happen.

“One finger to dominate you is all I need,” whispered Jason, his lips brushing against her ear and his sweet breath stirring her imagination.

He didn’t look anything like a Dominant man that she had imagined. Not with soft eyes and hair combed to one side and his face smooth. Reece had pictured rough-and-tumble like she had seen on display at the play parties.

“What’s your definition of dominating?” she had asked sipping coffee in a booth at Jasper’s.

“Driving you to your knees and making you beg for me.” He answered in a monotone, almost clinical voice. “Mull it over.”

She had. And wondered about this man she had met through friends, a clean-shaven guy who drove a mid-size sedan and seemed like every other man she had ever met.

Reece was intrigued enough to turn the possibility over in her mind.

He was calm at the play parties and seemed to enjoy watching even more than participating.

Content to watch the action: a dominant man in leather vest snapping a flogger against a long-haired beauty’s ass, making her wince; a dominant woman ordering her submissive to his knees, holding a candle over his shoulders, and letting the wax drip slowly onto his flesh. Her command was for him to hold still or else he would be severely punished.

No one dominated with only one finger.

They used both hands and were quite skilled. Reece thrilled to see the submissives go through the cycle of being aroused, denied orgasm, and made to beg for release while the dominant partner took them on an emotional journey.

But now, drinking coffee in a busy café, Reece had her doubts that Jason could indeed bring her to her knees and make her beg.

She was skilled in public relations and knew how audiences thought and what they needed and she needed a very strong hand to submit.

“I don’t believe you can make me beg using just one finger,” she said, sipping her latte.

Jason waved his hand in the air like he was waving off a fly. “There’s only one way to find out.”

“I guess there is. I’ll put myself in your hands. Your place. On Saturday night.”

“Sounds good. Except, let’s do your place. You’ll be more relaxed.”

“Uh, okay.”

“And we move at my pace.”

Reece wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but she agreed. “My place. Your pace.” It had a nice sound. “See you then.”

She left the coffee shop and figured she’d be more relaxed at her place and wondered just how he’d make her beg with one finger. Probably kissing her and placing pressure on her clitoris. Of course, why hadn’t she thought of it. That’d be easy and fun. And he was cute.

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Ella’s urgent command stopped Ricky cold. “Get the fuck in here, now.” But it wasn’t angry. Her voice was laden with arousal and need.

“What is it?” He obeyed, stepping away from the front door and heading to the bedroom.

“The answer is, ‘Yes, Mistress.’” She pawed at his short pants, grappling with his zipper. “‘What is it?’ I don’t need your questions. I need your fucking cock right now.” She nearly tore into his shorts, pulling them down, and undoing his underwear before moving her lips around his shaft and moaning.

“I was going to golf a round.”

“Not now, you’re not.” Ella brushed her hair aside and gripped Ricky’s cock, twisting her hand around his erection. “Marlowe texted. Said he’s got some guys wanting me tonight. In a few hours. Oh, my God.”

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“A little more to the right.” Tessa motioned, studying where the mirror should be fastened. I had removed the headboard and had carried the extra-large mirror into the bedroom.

“The advantage of being a lover is that he doesn’t have to take orders like me.” I tried for a humorous tone.

“Uh, upset or jealous?”

“Neither, sweetheart. My arms are tired.” That was mostly the truth.

Tessa had the cutest giggle. “I can believe that your arms are tired. But I also believe there must be a hint of jealousy. Just a hint.”

She liked my inner turmoil.

The jeans draped over her hips and ass and her crop top displayed a yummy mid-section and the shape of her breasts were driving me mad. “There, perfect.”

I fastened the mirror right to where she wanted it, hung it with care, and stepped back to admire my handiwork. “Do you think he’ll notice if it’s off-kilter a few millimeters?” I stretched my arms.

“You’re jealous, admit it.”

Yes, no, and maybe a little.” I ran a hand over her back and swatted her ass. “I work hard to get some of this, you know.”

“Mmm, fuck. I like how you said that. But it’s not like he hasn’t put in some effort.”

My cock was throbbing. Tessa wanted this badly, I could tell.

“Should I be jealous?” I nuzzled her neck, aware that she had fingered her clit a few nights earlier and awakened me with soft moans and the vibration of her hand moving between her thighs. I hadn’t said anything but wondered if she was thinking of Robert subconsciously.

She glanced at her phone. “You’ve met him, so what do you think?”

“Robert says he’s admired you for a long time. And that you’re naturally seductive and called me a very lucky man.”

The thought of another man desiring my wife caused an incredible mix of emotions that caught me off guard and I had no idea how to handle.

Our full bodies reflected in the mirror and simply confirmed how Tessa moved in a way that was graceful and sexual.

What would it be like when the other guy joins us?

“Do you consider yourself a lucky man?”

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Kendi’s whisper was potent. “Why not?” Her simple question was melting me like an ice cube on a sidewalk in August.

Her hands caressing my chest and pleading eyes were breaking through.

“Because — ”

“Not enough of a reason.”

I had to think. “Our relationship.”

“Which is a good one.” Kendi liked snuggling on the sofa and using me like a pillow. Her fingers were more adventurous than ever, trailing lightly along my khaki slacks.

“Yes, it is. Aren’t you going on a date?”

“Matt canceled. Said he was too tired after practice.” Her denim shorts were tempting, especially with the snap undone.

“Maybe you shouldn’t date a wide receiver,” I joked. “College football is a tough life. Anyway, I’m married now.”

“To my stepmother,” Kendi giggled, “who knows, and approves, of my desires completely.”

Kendi had a series of losses throughout her young life and was excited to see her stepmother, Brenda, and I commit to each other after dating for a few years.

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My mind was numb after embracing Tessa, moving to her from behind, and fucking her in front of the mirror moments before she left for a business networking event.

Her ass rolling with purposeful movements beneath the tight dress absolutely roiled my insides. I was burning from the time she left and struggled to pass the time while waiting for her return.

I was on the sofa when the door burst open and she nearly raced in, panting, and writhing. Meeting me on the sofa, spreading her legs, and straddling my lap.

“Come on, do it.”

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It wasn’t the money that bothered me. It was my comment.

A callous comment that was the off-the-cuff type that married couples can throw each other’s way without thinking. If the comment lands the wrong way, then it hurts badly.

Tessa looked good. Exceptional, in fact.

I left the kitchen, wandered into the front room, and struggled to say those all-important words, “I’m sorry.”

The relief was like pushing a boulder off my chest, but she was silent.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Something happened in those extra moments as she dabbed her lips and prepared to step out to a business networking function.

“That’s okay.”

My eyes followed the outline of her dress and how it flowed over her hips and breasts. Heat built and the thought of her walking out the door looking that good, that delicious, while not acknowledging my apology hit me hard.

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Kenna undid her bikini top and dropped it to the sand with such confidence that I was stunned into silence.

Her voice was calm and carried an air of authority. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.”

“I meant every word.” She turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me like she had been targeting my lips for hours and was moving in for the kill.

“Why me?” I said, kissing and holding her back while avoiding her breasts that were free and tempting. I paused after her tongue moved delicately and grazed across my teeth.

“I told you. You’re my safe haven.” Her bluish-green eyes were like the color of the gently rolling waves.

“Unlike your dad.”

She placed a finger over my lips. “Shhh.” She ran a hand down my chest, pressing, touching my nipples, and reaching my waist to tease my cock. “It’s you and me.”

I had known her dad for years. A good guy, except that he fell apart after Kenna’s mom left them both.

When he wasn’t medicating with drugs and alcohol, he moved from one state to another working construction. He told me to watch her, especially now that she was going to be a sophomore in university.

Her positivity and refusal to be swept away by misfortune was inspiring.

Kenna frequented this beach where few people ever visited and the cove had plenty of rocks and hills to keep onlookers at a distance. “Don’t deny me.”

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Dalton bounced the volleyball against the net and made the suggestion. “Got a challenge for you.”

“What?”

“Play one-on-one and your wife is the trophy. If I win, I fuck her and you watch. If you win, then vice versa.” He caught it, bounced it off the net again, and waited for my reaction. “Best two out of three.”

Sounded crazy, but Dalton and his friends had done Danielle before. One-on-one was different. Intimate. Too intimate?

“Where do we do it?” I glanced at Danielle with her muscled ass graced in bikini bottoms that exposed as much as possible. She was reading beneath our canopy.

“Behind the dunes, at the cove. It’s secluded enough.”

“Just a minute.” I trotted over to my wife, my stomach churning. I felt like win or lose, I win. Because seeing her take another man deep within was erotic and mind-blowing. And, yet, it also stung because I had seen how much she enjoyed it, and I couldn’t help but battle some envy and desire to take her myself.

She and I had talked about the totally natural feeling and she treated me well enough at home.

“What’s up?” She looked up from her book.

“Dalton wants to play me one-on-one and the winner gets to fuck you while the loser watches.”

After a giggle she removed her sunglasses. “Sure, why not, sweetheart?”

“I’ll tell him you’re cool with it, then?”

“Cool? Actually, it makes me quite hot thinking about it,” she said, setting her book aside and running a hand along the inside of her thighs and resting on her pussy. She looked across the sand. “Dalton’s looking great today.”

“Oh?”

“Good luck, babe. So, either way, I win?”

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Shawna pulled the car over rutted tire tracks and parked on a bluff. The breakup with Carl, uncertainty over her career, and a general feeling of loneliness made her crave a simple walk on the beach.

This beach with mist settling over it as though the fog was gently kissing the sand. The one that had a winding path from the parking lot to the sand and various coves tucked away beneath cliffs.

The beach that tugged on her heart and she decided to stop instead of turning a curve and careening on to who-knew-where.

And a sign that read Clothing Optional. As if people needed a warning like they were heading into a danger zone. As if no one had seen someone else naked before.

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Essie welcomed Master Richard’s kisses beneath the spray of hot water. The way he gripped her hair and pulled her mouth to his displayed his confidence and leading. He took a soapy washcl…

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His name is Bradley. Allyson told me as he approached, offered his hand, and took her into the pool. Her legs wrapped around his waist buoyed by the water and her incredible lust, flowing powerfully throughout her body.

Her back curved artistically and enhanced the shape of her ass, a shape I tried to look past but couldn’t. Every moment I glanced at her, tossing her head back, with Bradley’s hands caressing her body and his mouth nibbling at her tits, was a moment that increased the ache that I loved and also loved to hate.

She had chosen him out of several men who had eyed her, enjoyed small talk, and introduced her to their wives and girlfriends.

Bradley’s wife was with another man in what was called the Covered Cabanas, on her hands and knees with her ass in the air, and gripped the sheets and moaning while her connection thrust his cock into her pussy.

The atmosphere at this Mauve resort was erotically charged, and I lay in chaise lounge, soaking in the sights, and closing my eyes to clear my mind, but opening them again to see Allyson grinding her mouth against Bradley’s.

A woman lay near me wearing only her bikini bottom while another woman rubbed lotion on her back and paused to bury her face in the lady’s ass and fingering between her own legs.

The scenes fucked me mentally and arousal coursed through me like a steady drumbeat, banging slowly, and getting deeper and louder with every shrill scream of pleasure and the deep, guttural orgasms that echoed around the pool and hot tubs.

And, now, Allyson was cushioned on the pool’s deck with Bradley lathering his mouth and lips over her body, moving lower to her pussy, ready to take her and fuck her into his psyche—a passion he likely wouldn’t forget.

Why did I watch and willingly lie in the chaise lounge while my wife was being ravaged by another guy, with another man approaching and still another?

That was the agreement in our marriage license. The one we explored and crafted together.

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Fresh out of the shower, Lynda slipped the silk robe over her smooth skin and admired how it settled over her shoulders, tickled her breasts, and covered her ass just enough to create an alluring anticipation.

Her husband deserved a reward for his sacrifice. “Darren, this is lovely.” A delicate kiss on his cheek and a hand sliding slowly over his chest was definitely appropriate.

“You like it?” His tone had a tinge of nerves.

“Love it, darling.” Lynda twirled, viewing her image and how the hemline fluttered. “Feels so exquisite.”

Darren had taken on an extra client to afford the robe, handsewn panties, bra, and stockings. All imported. He inspected each item in the lingerie boutique to ensure a satisfying end result.

Did it deplete the Pleasure Fund? wondered Lynda. That was how she and Darren referred to the card that he used for purchases and kept her on the pedestal.

It wasn’t only used to buy clothing and lotions. But also toys like vibrators and two nights up the coast for Lynda and a lover. Darren always worked hard to bring the balance back down to earth.

“Did it hit the wallet hard?” Lynda whispered, running a hand down his back and to his ass.

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