The Wives of Beverly Row 3: Lust Has a New Address (3 page)

The bartender came over and Peter ordered a pitcher of beer. Zola was still sipping on her bottle of Corona. “Two glasses,” Peter said to the bartender, “and how about a couple of shots? You want a shot?”

“Tequila?” Zola said. Getting drunk sounded like a good idea.

“So, I suppose I should say thank you for meeting me,” Peter said.

“It’s my pleasure,” Zola said.

“Is this all your husband’s idea?”

“I guess so,” Zola said, “but I’m one-hundred percent into it.”

“That’s how it is with my wife. I was the one who wanted to start it, but now it’s something that we both really enjoy.”

“How many times have you shared her?” Zola said.

“Well, over the course of two years, hell, I don’t know. You kind of lose count after a while!” Peter said, laughing a little to himself.

Zola smiled but only out of politeness. She took a long swig of her beer. The bartender brought the pitcher and their shots over. Zola picked up the tequila and downed it in an instant.

“You seem thirsty,” Peter said.

Zola poured herself and Peter some beer. If she was going to have to fuck this man then she might as well be drunk. She still couldn’t believe that her husband had put her in this position but she was determined to overcome it.

Peter wasn’t exactly the kind of man that Zola would have described as attractive. If any of her friends saw her in this dingy bar, sitting with this overweight guy in his dirty T-shirt she would have died of embarrassment. But her friends
weren’t
here. Her husband
wasn’t
here. No one was here except for herself and Peter. And if this was what her life demanded, then this was what she was going to do. There was no backing out now.

Peter put a hand on her knee. She looked at him. She had absolutely no idea where she stood in this situation. He squeezed her leg gently, his thick, long fingers on the soft flesh above her knee. She smiled at him.
She had to, didn’t she?

IV

A
RIEL LEANED AGAINST HER CAR.
She felt like a teenager again being walked out to her car by a boy. There was something so delicious about flirting with Gabe, something forbidden and naughty about it. She wondered if the State of California had any view on former spouses getting it on together. The court system had to do a lot of work to divorce people, and here she and Gabe were, right after their divorce, on the edge of falling into bed together.

Gabe came up to her, leaned on her. She felt the weight of his body against hers and it thrilled her. She never in a million years would have thought she could be excited about Gabe like this. When she’d decided to break up with him she would have been happy if someone told her she’d never set eyes on him again. The flame in their relationship had long been extinguished. All those years of marriage had put out the fire of their passion. But now, standing here in the parking lot, the warm night air caressing her, she wanted nothing more than Gabe’s tongue in her mouth.

Gabe put his arms around her. His hands slid down her back and stopped just above her butt. She wanted him to squeeze her butt cheeks but he didn’t. She looked into his eyes. He tried to kiss her but she leaned back. She was playing with him.

“What would Lucy say if she saw us doing this?”

Gabe smiled at her. He seemed a little embarrassed. “She wouldn’t be very pleased.”

“Are you and her still an item?”

He nodded.

“So tell me this, Gabe. Did you ever cheat on me with Lucy when
we
were still together?”

Gabe said nothing but she could tell from the look on his face that he had.

“And now you want to cheat on
her
with
me
?” she said.

Gabe looked across the lot. The lights of cars on the freeway were flashing past in the distance.

“There’s something wrong with me,” he said. “I just can’t help it. I really am an addict.”

“There
is
something wrong with you,” she said, and she reached down to where his erect cock was pressed up against his jeans and gently squeezed it. “You’ve got to admit this is crazy. You had me, and you cheated on me. Now you have the girl you wanted, and you’re here with me cheating on her.”

Gabe nodded. He leaned in and this time Ariel let him kiss her. His tongue slid into her mouth and she met it with her own. She pressed her tongue against his. It was delicious. It was so deliciously naughty.

“To hell with it,” Ariel said when he finished kissing her. “Consider this my revenge. This is my revenge on Lucy and all the other girls you fucked while you were my husband. Now I’m the one doing the fucking and they’re the ones waiting at home for you, wondering where you are.”

*

W
HEN THEY GOT TO THE
Holiday Inn they practically ran to the check-in counter. Ariel couldn’t wait to get to their room. She wanted Gabe so much it surprised her. She’d slept with this man literally thousands of times before, but this was different. All those other times had been as his wife. He’d
had
to sleep with her. It was his duty. This was completely different. He didn’t have to sleep with her at all. In fact, he had a perfectly lovely twenty-something-year-old waiting for him at home. And yet, here he was. With
her!

In the elevator he grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She reached down to his pants again and opened the button. She slid her hand inside and felt the massive girth of that cock she knew so well. It hadn’t changed one bit. It was the same penis she’d known her entire life as a married woman. But
something
was different. This felt like an affair. It felt adventurous and exciting. She felt as if she was getting with a man she’d never been with before.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor and Gabe pulled her out into the corridor. Her hand was still down his pants and she stumbled along with him, his arm around her, her hand holding his cock. If anyone saw them they’d have thought they were drunk.

Gabe opened the room and Ariel didn’t even have time to look around and take it in. Usually when she got to a hotel room she checked everything, looked the place over, made herself feel settled. This time she just let Gabe pull her onto the large bed and slide his tongue deep into her mouth.

She loved making out with him. She loved being the one he cheated
with,
instead of the one he cheated
on.

“Do whatever you want to me, Gabe,” she whispered.

He was licking her neck, his tongue getting lower and lower toward her cleavage. She rose up from the bed and let him unzip her dress. He pulled the bodice off her and then unclasped her bra. Her breasts were right there in front of him. She knew he’d seen them a million times before but she felt as if she was a young girl on display for the very first time.

“You just get more beautiful every time I see you,” Gabe said.

He leaned forward and began sucking her nipples. His mouth felt soft and warm and wet. Ariel arched her back and sighed as the pleasure flowed from her nipples through to the rest of her body. She pressed her pelvis against him.

“Gabe,” she whispered.

“What is it, Ariel?”

“I want you to treat me like one of your young girls. One of the girls you cheated on me with.”

“What?”

“Whatever you used to do to them, when we were married, do that to me. Pretend I’m one of them.”

Gabe said nothing. He pressed his mouth against hers. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it gently.

“Pretend I’m one of your whores,” she said when he stopped.

The way Gabe was looking at her she could tell he was surprised. She didn’t care. She didn’t have to care what he thought of her anymore. She didn’t have to keep up appearances. She wanted to be a slut.

Gabe pulled her up and turned her around so that she had her back to him. She was looking at the wall on her hands and knees.

He pulled her dress off the rest of the way and then her panties. Then he stripped. Ariel felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Gabe was the first man she’d ever slept with and this was her first time sleeping with him since their divorce.

His face was right behind her. She waited. She could feel the heat of his breath on her ass, on her vagina. Then she felt his mouth make contact. His tongue reached into the lips of her pussy and licked her so softly that it almost tickled. He ran his tongue back along the mouth of her vagina toward her anus. She gasped. Before she knew it, his tongue was on her anus, licking it in quick circles. She’d never felt anything like it. It felt so good she wanted to cry out.
Why had he never done this to her before? Did men treat their wives differently from other women
? She didn’t know the answer to that.

“Oh god, Gabe,” she cried out.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he said from behind her.

“Give it to me.”

He got up and held her ass firmly in his two strong hands.

“I’m all yours,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”

She looked back at him. It was strange. In all the years they’d been together they’d never had sex like this.

“Don’t look at me,” Gabe said.

“What?”

“Look forward.”

Ariel did as she was told. She looked at the wall and felt Gabe’s thick, manly cock press up against the lips of her vagina. It slid into her so deliciously, so smoothly, that she sighed out loud as it entered. Gabe thrust forward and then she gasped as the full length of that cock plowed right into her.

“Oh, Gabe,” she sighed.

And then she was really surprised. He took a finger and gently touched it against her anus. She pressed back against it.

“Do it,” she said.

He pressed his finger deep into her anus. The sensation was overwhelming. He’d never ever done that to her before. She wanted to know why but she couldn’t ask him. She couldn’t speak. She was overpowered with pleasure as his cock slid slowly back and forth inside her pussy while at the same time his finger slid in and out of her asshole.

“Oh God,” she cried.

He thrust into her faster and faster, his cock and his finger driving into her harder and harder, faster and faster. Eventually, when she felt she could no longer stand the orgy of sensation that was welling up in her asshole and pussy she felt the throbbing of Gabe’s cock. He was coming. His semen was squirting into her just as it had when they were married. It was the same man, the same semen, but everything about this orgasm was different. When they’d been married he’d been polite to her, he’d been kind and accommodating and thoughtful. Now he was being fierce and animalistic. She could tell his orgasm was more intense, more lustful and forceful. He cried out louder than she’d ever heard him cry out before.
How was she to know that this was what he’d wanted all those years they’d been married? How was any married woman to know that this was what her man really wanted
?

As Gabe’s semen flowed from the tip of his cock deep inside her pussy, she was amazed that it didn’t stop. He’d never come so much inside her before. It was as if his cock was gushing in some sort of male multiple orgasm. She’d never heard of anything like it. She could feel it inside her as he squirted again and again and again. The sensation brought her over the edge. She felt a heat build up deep in her vagina and then radiate out from her core to every extremity of her body. It was followed by a wave of pleasure that was so indescribably good. She cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm rushed through her body, over and over. With each squirt of Gabe’s semen she felt a rush of orgasm rippling through her body.

“Oh my God,” she cried.

“Jesus Christ,” Gabe cried.

Her orgasm overwhelmed her so completely that she was afraid she might actually faint from the pleasure of it.

When it was finally over they both collapsed onto the bed. Gabe was on top of her. He was panting vigorously.

“Jesus,” he said when he’d caught his breath.

“Is that what it’s always been like with other women?” Ariel said.

“Ariel, that was the first time I ever felt anything like that in my entire life,” Gabe said.

V

Z
OLA FOLLOWED PETER TO HIS CAR.

“Where are we going?” she said. She hated being in this position. She had to do exactly what this man wanted just because it turned Jake on. It wasn’t right. There were limits to how far a woman should be expected to go to please her husband.

“We’re going back to your house.”

“My house? Really?”

“That’s what your husband told me.”

Zola wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
What if one of the neighbors saw her?

She should have known not to expect too much from Peter’s car but she was still surprised when she saw it. It was a beat-up old Mazda with worn tires and a broken headlight.

“It’s not what you’re used to but it will get us up the hill,” Peter said.

“You know where we live?”

“Of course. Your husband even put up a map on the forum.”

“What do you mean?”

“So that we’d be able to find you.”

“What do you mean, find me?”

“It’s an open house. Didn’t he tell you any of this?”

“No he didn’t.”

“He’s got this crazy idea of having his house always open to guys from the forum,” Peter said.

“You mean so that they can fuck me whenever they get a hankering for it?”

“Exactly.”

“Whenever they want?”

“That’s the idea.”

“Jesus Christ,” Zola said.

“I know. Even we thought it was extreme. That’s not what hotwifing usually means.”

“Usually it means getting together for a date, like we’ve done tonight, right?”

“Yeah, sure. And giving the wife a choice about it. Like if you didn’t feel like doing this tonight, you wouldn’t have had to come meet me. You’re supposed to have a choice in the matter.”

“But now Jake wants some sort of open door policy so you all can come pay a visit on me whenever you want.”

“There’s a big debate about it on the forum. Some of the guys are afraid they’ll show up and get fired on with a shotgun or something. They say if they’re not invited personally it’s hard to tell if they’re breaking in or if it’s all consensual.”