The Wives of Beverly Row 3: Lust Has a New Address (9 page)

“But you promise that Zola wouldn’t mind if I slept with you.”

“Yes I do,” Jake said. He took her hand again and this time pulled her into the room and over to the bed.

“What do you call that?” Ariel said as she lay back on the bed.

Jake was standing over her. He looked down at her like he was starving for her body. “Call what?”

“What you and Zola were doing.”

“You mean a threesome?”

“Yeah, but was it swinging, or wife-swapping or what? I’m not up to date on the lingo.”

“It was hotwifing. It’s where you get other guys to sleep with your wife.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because it’s hot as hell,” he said.

“And Zola agrees with it? She’s into it too?”

“Oh my God,” Jake said. “She’s the instigator. She loves doing it.”

“I never even knew it was a thing,” Ariel said.

“Would you be interested in trying it?” Jake said.

“I don’t know,” Ariel said. She laughed. “Right now, Jake, I’m drunk. And you know I’m drunk. I’d agree to all sorts of things right now that I’d never even consider doing in the morning.”

“But if the idea appeals to you,” Jake said, “then you should roll with it.”

Ariel smiled. Jake’s hand was up under her skirt again and this time he was a lot less shy about slipping his finger into her pussy.

“Oh, that feels good,” she said.

“Imagine doing this with all the men you want.”

“You mean as a hotwife?”

“Yes.”

His finger was inserted all the way into her pussy and the way he was wriggling it felt so good that she had to grind against his hand like a cat rubbing against someone’s leg.

“I don’t see how I could be a hotwife if I don’t have a husband,” Ariel said.

“I could get you into it,” Jake said. “I could take care of everything. Organize the dates. Get the guys to show up for you. Get your picture up on the site.”

“I don’t know,” Ariel said. “It’s pretty slutty.”

“Hey, Zola does it and she doesn’t think of herself as a slut. It’s just a way to explore your sexuality in a new way. Lots of people are into it, and they’re perfectly normal people. Perfectly healthy.”

“And what would Zola say if you suddenly showed up on your site with two wives?”

“She won’t know until I tell her about it,” Jake said. “And I won’t tell her about it until I know she’s ready to hear it.”

Ariel got up on her knees and pulled her dress off. She was in her underwear in front of him. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Then she slipped out of her panties.

“Do you like what you see?” she said as she unzipped Jake’s slacks.

“You know I do. I love it.”

“And would your friends love it too?” she said.

“They’d go nuts for some of this.”

“And you’d be my husband?” she said, playfully. “You’d be the one who chose who got to fuck me, who got to see me?”

“Yes I would. I’d be in charge of everything.”

“And you’d be at the dates too?”

“Sometimes.”

“And you and your friends would double penetrate me like you did to Zola in that video?”

“Oh God,” Jake said. “We’d do things to you you’ve never even imagined.”

Ariel bent down over him and let his erect cock slide into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and began caressing it with her tongue.

“So are you in?”

“Well,” she said as she came up off his pulsing, throbbing cock. “Show me what you’ve got.”

XV

A
S ARIEL WAS FEELING THE
powerful, electrifying sensation of Jake’s cock exploding semen deep insider her vagina, the same moon that shone down on the hotel in Santa Monica was shining down on the serene houses of Beverly Row.

*

B
ECKY WAS ONLY JUST COMING
to terms with the arrangement she’d made with Kyle. He was her first love, the first boy she’d ever fallen for, and now she’d just made the kinkiest, sluttiest deal she could imagine. He was going to continue fucking Trudy, just so that he could learn sexual moves and bring them back to try on her.

She wasn’t a hundred percent certain how she felt about the idea, it was pretty far outside her comfort zone. But then she thought about the orgasm Kyle had given her and she couldn’t help hope for even greater pleasures. She wanted it. She wanted it all. So what if Kyle was seeing another woman? He wasn’t going to be the love of her life. He was just her high school boyfriend. She could use this time to get as much experience, knowledge, and sexual pleasure as possible.

*

T
RUDY WAS LYING BY HER
pool with a margarita in her hand. She felt like she was on top of the world. Not only was she rich and single but she was seducing an eighteen-year-old who seemed as eager as a puppy to please her. She was already trying to hatch new schemes for the things she could get him to do for her. So many ideas were flying through her head. All she had to do was pick one and Kyle would be her slave, doing everything she demanded to pleasure her.

Life was good!

*

V
ERONICA LAY BACK ON THE
sofa and put her feet on Hank’s lap. He rubbed them tenderly as he watched his show. She was flicking through magazines about restaurant design. She was trying to look for ideas for her new restaurant, she hadn’t even come up with a name yet, or a location, but all she could think about was Matt Harkness. She knew there was something real between the two of them. She knew that there was a chance at something serious there. The only problem was Hank. Apart from the fact that Veronica wasn’t in love with him, he was the absolute
perfect
life-partner.

As Hank rubbed her feet she wondered,
what does Matt’s cock look like?

*

Z
OLA SAT IN FRONT OF
the mirror and let the tears roll down her cheeks and drip from her face down onto the vanity.
Where was he?
She’d let herself be used like a
whore
to win him over. She’d allowed him to present her to his friends like a piece of meat that they could fuck whenever they wanted. She’d allowed herself to set aside everything she held dear, every idea she held about her life and the person she’d believed she was. She’d allowed Jake and Peter to gangbang her like a complete slut and videotape it.

And now,
where the hell was he?

He was supposed to come back to her. It was supposed to bring them closer. It was supposed to save the relationship. And now it was four in the morning and he wasn’t home.
She was still all alone. Maybe she should look to the women in her life for more support.

She pulled up Ariel on her phone and typed in a text message.

—What’s up?

It was stupid. She couldn’t strike up conversations with her neighbors in the middle of the night. She deleted it without pressing send.

*

A
RIEL LAY IN THE BED
next to Jake. She’d just had a massive, mind-blowing orgasm, she was still sweating and panting from the exertion of the sex, and as she’d fully known, all she could feel was guilt.
What had she done?
Zola was her friend. She’d done it twice in a matter of days. First with Gabe, now with Jake, she was doing to other women what had been done to her for so many years.

And she felt terrible.

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