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

video. Now.” Keith’s voice was harsh in her ear. “I damn near came just listening.”
    She laughed, noting the nervousness in her slightly off-key tone. “Let’s save it for when I get back. Just like you said.”
    Behind her, Spence climbed from the bed, probably to give her some privacy. When she heard the water running, she realized he’d needed to get rid of the condom.
    “You are one crazy little slut, sweetheart.” A lighter note had entered Keith’s voice. “I have to see this guy’s cock in action. It’s gotta be even bigger than it looks in that photo if he could make you come like that.”
    She tried to downplay. “It was the vibrator,” she explained. “He told me to use it.”
    “Just think, my very own porn film starring my slutty little wife.”
    They hadn’t talked quite like this before. Mostly their calls had been about what it felt like when men did things to her, and so that Keith could hear her come again over the phone. Spence’s conversation last night had started something new. It could be good for them. “Monday night, I’ll make you a nice dinner, then we’ll curl up on the couch and watch it together.”
    “I can’t wait. Love you.”
    “Love you, too,” she said softly. He was gone before she hit End.
    The truth was that nothing had ever felt like this with those other men. She felt more alive than ever before, her nerves twitching deliciously. This was feeling truly desired, truly enjoyed.
    The bed dipped. Spence rolled in beside her, wrapped an arm across her abdomen, pulled her close until his cock nestled between her cheeks.
    “He’s going to fuck your brains out after he watches that show,” he said against her ear, eradicating the last vestiges of Keith’s voice in her head.
    “No. Probably not.”
    “Isn’t that the point? To make him go wild?”
    “Yes, but…” She shouldn’t discuss her marriage with him.
    “If it were me, I’d want to fuck you while I watched you on the screen.”
    Her soul preened with his words. Oh yes, this man made her feel desired, wanted, special. Keith called him cocky, but whatever he was, Spence understood the words she needed.
    But Keith had never tried to make love to her when he looked at the pictures. He never would. She could only hope the video, which was far from static, would inspire something. Maybe he’d ask her to stroke him. Or better, suck him. Still, the best she could hope for was that he wouldn’t take the disk into his office and watch it alone on his computer.
    “We’ve been married a long time,” she said, knowing she should shut up but needing to explain anyway. “He’s fifteen years older than me. Things just don’t work the same way they used to. So”—she shrugged against him—“he’s not going to do what you would.”
    “How old were you when you got married?”
    “Twenty-four.” Keith had been thirty-nine.
    “Hmm.” It wasn’t an answer, just a sound.
    “It’s not what you think. I wasn’t a home wrecker or anything. He was already divorcing his wife before I started dating him.”
    “I wasn’t making a judgment,” he answered softly.
    “Yes, well, some people do.”
    “His kids and his ex-wife?” Spence asked intuitively.
    Fourteen at the time, Keith’s son, Jerry, had never believed they weren’t having an affair. “Yes. I was Keith’s secretary.”
    “Ergo, you were fucking him and broke up the marriage.”
    “I wasn’t and I didn’t.” But Jerry had always blamed her. “His daughter didn’t react the same.” She smiled. “Alison and I are actually pretty good friends. She’s pregnant with her first baby and due in January.” His hand moved against her belly, and she nestled closer. It was an utterly sweet sensation that made her want to purr. “It’s almost as if it’s my first grandchild.”
    He chuckled against her hair. “Sorry, but I can’t think of you as a grandmother.”
    She smiled. “A grandmother certainly wouldn’t do what I just