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mind. Lisa and I made a show of kissing, so the boys could see me tasting Shane.
    “If you guys are done with my wife, I’d like her to myself for a few minutes, please,” Dave said, finally interrupting.
    “The boss has spoken,” I said with a laugh.
    “How about I take care of you, sweetie?” Lisa cooed, staring pointedly at his crotch.
    “Maybe next time,” Dave said.
    Dave took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I left my panties and dress there and he drug me to our room naked. He literally threw me onto the bed and was nude in record time. He rammed his steely shaft inside me a second later.
    “Guess you liked what you saw,” I panted. I may have cum a couple times already, but I needed Dave to make love to me. I wanted to be enveloped by him.
    “It was goddam hot, baby. Jesus, Dana,” he grunted.
    “You like watching, do you?”
    “Yes…”
    “You didn’t mind their hands were all over me?” I teased. He thrust harder. I was onto something.
    “Damn it, Dana, you were so fucking hot. It was so dirty.”
    “Yeah, you like it when I’m dirty? You like watching me be bad?”
    Dave took me faster. Harder. “Yes…”
    I got closer to his ear, half-whispered, half-moaned, “You like me being a dirty little whore?”
    “Fuck yes! Oh God!”
    Dave rammed it inside me one more time and I felt him unload. His hunger and intensity gave me the chills, and I came right along with him. I didn’t need much by then. I clung tightly to him while he pulsed inside me, and even when he began to shrivel, I tried to keep him there.
    “I love you so much, Dana.”
    “I love you, baby. Did you have a good time tonight?”
    “It was amazing. Did you?”
    “Couldn’t you tell?” I giggled.
    “Yeah, you looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
    “Why didn’t you join us?”
    “I was having fun watching. It was like you were putting on a show just for me.”
    “I was. Well, it wasn’t just for you. I had a blast, but seeing how much you liked it made it so hot. You’re not mad or anything?”
    “No. Why would I be?” He sounded like that was the silliest question ever. I thought it was perfectly logical.
    “I don’t know. I get that you liked me and Lisa together, but you didn’t mind when Shane touched me—or when I touched him?” If this was going to be a problem, I wanted to confront it head-on.
    “No, honey. It was so hot to see you just go for it. You know, you could have gone further if you wanted…”
    Was my husband really saying that I should have blown Shane—or fucked him? I couldn’t believe my ears. Well, even if Dave was okay with that, I was not, but I kept my strong feelings to myself because I didn’t want to sour the moment. If we were going to talk about Dave being okay with me going there, that was something we had to talk about with clear heads, not with our brains scrambled by lust and booze.
    “I just didn’t want to,” I said firmly.
    He heard the edge in my voice, and replied, “Okay.”
    We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night. I woke up alone, hung over, and worried about how I was going to face Shane and Lisa. In the bright sunlight of morning, that night of debauchery  seemed insane. I could hear activity in the kitchen when I snuck into the shower, and when I emerged, scrubbed clean and in a fresh tank top and shorts, the others had breakfast on the table and everyone acted like nothing had happened the night before. Once I got over my shock, I fell right in with them and relaxed. But it stayed in the back of my mind, and I couldn’t help but bring it up to Lisa later at the lake. We girls were in our bikinis on the shore, while the boys were in the water.
    “So, last night…” I began.
    “Yeah, that was hot, wasn’t it?” Lisa’s smile showed she had no regrets.
    “It was, but…”
    “Don’t worry, honey. It doesn’t change anything. We’re your friends and always will be, unless you have a problem…”
    “No, no I don’t. It’s just