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wouldn’t I want to go through with it?”
    “ Because it’s not going to
be that lucrative. The beer and brat bunch are not as flush as the
wine and cheese crowd. I only lined up four guys at five hundred
each. I could get more if we allowed spectators at fifty bucks a
head. Some of them might even take a plunge. If you decide to do it
I’ll only take five hundred to pay for the rent of the
room.”
    I put the fancy mask on I’d brought and
started to take my clothes off, handing them to April. “Let’s do
it.”
    “ Spectators?”
    I nodded. “Why not. If I’m going to put on a
show, I need an audience.”

Chapter Five

    I got home at eight, went straight into my bathroom, turned on
the shower, and took off my clothes. Being banged on a pool table
was as April had intimated—a gas. Plus, I wound up making four
grand as two of the twenty-two spectators upgraded their status
from viewer to participant and the owner exchanged the rent for a
turn with me.
    I was exhausted. After my shower, I slipped
a satin nightgown on and slipped under the covers. I must have
fallen asleep in seconds.

    Sometime later, my eyes
opened from a sensual kiss to my neck. I squirmed as a hand slipped
under my gown above my breast, a solo finger gently plucking my
nipple. Marc is feeling
frisky . “Mmm, that feels good.” Teasing my
libido, his hand pulled a strap off my shoulder and the top of my
gown below my breast. I sighed when Marc’s lips slipped over it,
tonguing it, sucking on it. I could feel the thumping of my beating
heart in my ears and the warm stirring of lust between my
legs.
    Soon Marc’s hand slid
under the hem of my gown and followed my thigh to the nexus of my
sex. I nearly swooned as his fingers rubbed my clit and delved into
my dewy slit. Despite the sexual marathon I’d been on for three
days, Marc had aroused me enough that I wanted him. My hand
wandered, landing on his naked thigh. His moan teased my nipple as
my hand slid around his torso and grasped his erection, stroking
it. His throbbing cock was ready…and long… much too long .
    Letting go of the strange cock, I screamed,
but his hand covered my mouth, cutting it short. I smelled my sex
on his hand as a familiar voice whispered, “It’s me.”
    Jerking my head away from his hand, I sat up
and clicked on the nightstand lamp. Randy smiled up at me. “I
didn’t mean to startle you.”
    I glanced at the clock. Eleven o’clock.
Panic raced through me. “Christ! What are you doing here? My
husband could waltz through that door any minute.”
    Randy didn’t appear too concerned as his
hand returned to my womanly lair. “He won’t. Have you ever thought
of divorcing him?”
    How odd he would bring
that up. “How do you know? Why do you
ask?”
    “ You must not have read
the note he left on the kitchen counter, saying he was called out
of town on business. He’s fucking around on you, you
know.”
    It was hard to concentrate on our discussion
because Randy’s intimate fingers were once more making me randy.
“How do you know?”
    “ He was with Beth, one of
my girls last night at the country club and tonight he flew to Las
Vegas with her.”
    I never suspected. “So what am I, the
loving, dutiful wife? Unless I missed my count, you and eighteen
other men boffed me in the last two days and to my utter shame, I
loved every minute of it.”
    “ That’s right and you know
what?”
    “ What?”
    “ You’re ready and so is my
cock.” Randy rolled onto his knees, pulled the covers off, then
grabbed my ankles and pulled me to him. He installed a condom,
spread my legs wide and entered me. I shuddered as the length of
him slowly worked it’s way into my slippery channel, stretching me
like no other had. “I love how your tight little cunt sucks at my
cock, sweet. How it squeezes around me as I move in and
out.”
    My hands grasped his
shoulders, soft little mewls urging him on. The pleasure I felt made me whimper. As his driving need
increased