The Christmas Exhibition (28 page)

             
“He should be okay. He wanted me to do it.”

             
“Did he know you were going to send him to the pub?”

             
Jill laughed. “No, I told him I'd send him upstairs for a while or take you upstairs and make him wait down here. He was up for that, but I didn't think he'd be able to help himself from joining us.”

             
“You are so beautiful, Jill,” he said. There was another kiss. “You'll have to come down to my house next time.”

             
“Yeah.”

             
“Do you think he'll allow you?”

             
“I'll come down whether he allows me or not. If he says no, I'll just tell him I'm going to my sister's.”

             
Despite everything I had experienced, this threat was something which still struck me unexpectedly. Jill was treading a dangerous line between game and affair. My cock ached.

             
“I don't mind him watching,” Gary began, “but I'd love to have you on your own again, Jill. That was the best part of the night... Something I've waited years for.”

             
She giggled, saying nothing, then I heard them kiss.

             
I was preparing to sneak back to the living room and abruptly open the door to upstairs when she broke the kiss and asked him, “Do you want to take a photo of me on your phone?”

             
“Yes.” No hesitation.

             
“Then do it. Quickly. Before Matt comes back.”

             
Terror seized my stance. The thoughts of Gary carrying a clandestine picture of my fiancée on his mobile phone were both dangerous and erotic. But I was compounded by fear. Fear he would dare show the image to someone else. That he would boast and brag about having fucked this younger stunning blonde. That he would forward the image to a series of friends. That one person would know another who would recognise Jill and the secret of their illustrious involvement would be unleashed.

             
I was caught in the moment. There was no time to interrupt.

             
“Spread your legs,” he said.

             
I surmised she was allowing him a close-up of her pussy.

             
“That's beautiful, Jill.”

             
A pose in which she couldn't be identified.

             
“Smile,” he said.

             
I heard the camera click. I felt my betrayal fulfilled.

             
“You look wonderful.”

             
He would possess a part of her now. A part which would remain a mystery to me. My imagination was running wild. How much of her nudity had Jill shared with his camera?

             
“Stay as late as you can,” she said. “Matt's going to want me to tell him everything that happened while he was away and I'm too tired for it tonight.”

             
“If I stay any longer, Jill, I'm gonna want to fuck you again.”

             
My hands were trembling. My cock and balls aching for release. For her. What I had started was spiralling out of my control. Jill and Gary wanted to see each other again. At his house. Was this the beginning of an addiction? And if so, was it hers or mine? Or his? My arousal only distilled further confusion within.

             
I feared the come down. The potential regrets when I finally achieved my release.

             
I heard them embrace again.

             
“Don't tempt me,” she said.

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