The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing) by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page A

She held the phone, but he wasn’t sure she was even aware of it anymore. He panned down again, to her breasts, nipples taut, then her belly, the vibrator in her hand. Along his flanks, her toes alternately flexed and pointed. Her scent rose to intoxicate him, sweet, earthy, sexual. He tightened his butt, keeping the rhythm steady even as her pussy clenched around him. Fuck, it was good, but he wanted her lost in bliss before he went off. He wanted her chanting nonsense to her husband. Fuck if that wasn’t hot, too, knowing the man heard every sound, that he’d watch the video later and match the words to the images.
    “Oh God, it’s like I’m coming and I can’t stop. Just on and on and on. Oh my God.”
    The vibrator had been genius. The position, necessary for the video, made it possible for her to double her sensations, enhanced them. That, in turn, doubled them for him. It took everything in him not to pound. His body clamored for a hard, fast ride to the finish line.
    Dropping the phone, she grabbed his thigh, fingers clutching. Crying out with unintelligible words, she doubled over, her entire body shaking, legs quivering. Inside, she gripped him like a vice, her body working him until he was on the edge. His control broke when she tossed aside the vibrator and pulled him down. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, hard, please, I need it so bad.”
    There was suddenly no camera. There was just her, her body, driving him mad. He pounded ruthlessly, her legs at his waist, arms around him, tight, nails biting into him, his face buried in her hair, the scent of her everywhere. Until the moment she reached down, palmed his balls, squeezing, and he lost it all.
     
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    He quivered with need just listening to them. Keith felt crazy, his blood boiling in his veins. Those sounds, her words. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. He had to have that video.
    The guy pushed every button Keith had. A big cock, a strong man, stretching her, taking her hard. All the things Keith couldn’t do. They’d created so many fantasies where he was forced to give her to another guy. A big biker who had his two friends hold Keith back while he had his nasty way with Zoe. A cop who stopped him for speeding and demanded Zoe suck him off to get them out of the ticket. College frat boys who locked him in a closet while they took turns with Zoe. They’d even made up one where he’d cheated on Zoe, and to keep her, he was forced to watch her fuck the hot next-door neighbor. It was crazy, maybe he was crazy, but Keith loved it.
    This fantasy was the best, though. Because the man was real. And he made Zoe scream.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    “Holy hell,” Spence muttered against her hair.
    Zoe couldn’t move, and not just because of his weight on her. She’d never come like that in her life. It had to be the addition of the vibrator. She could have sworn the climax began the moment she put the vibrator to her clit and did not stop the entire time. But it wasn’t just the vibrator because she certainly didn’t come like that when she used it on her own. No, it was him, his cock. Maybe size really did matter.
    “Mmm,” she managed, though there wasn’t much coherency in that.
    They were a tangle of limbs. His weight on her was delicious, but finally he slid to the side, pulling her with him, cradling her. “I knew there was something special about you.”
    She put her cheek to his chest, the dusting of hair there soft against her skin. “Uh-huh,” she agreed. She still wasn’t capable of speech.
    “Your husband’s going to love that video.” He shifted, feeling around on the bed, then he laughed. “It’s still running.”
    She remembered the phone. It had simply dropped out of her hand. Oh God, what had she said to Keith? What had she revealed when she didn’t know what she was saying? Rolling, she broke free and patted the bed until she found the phone buried in the wrinkled sheet.
    “Honey, are you still there?”
    “I want the