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me.
    “I guess so. Remember this was your idea,” I warned him.
    He gave a faint smile. “No worries, Malory.” He jerked a head to the garage. “Let’s go.”
    I nodded and headed for the car. We drove in silence, pretty much a standard nowadays, and I wondered if we needed to do something to shake up our marriage. A vacation or extreme sports or couples’ therapy. Something to make us talk and get us out of the humdrum existence we’d fallen into.
    Something. Staring out the window, I tumbled around the ideas in my head. I had plenty of time to consider options. The party was at his boss Jayson’s, the Newman of Newman and Associates. Jayson lived on the other side of the city, forty-five minutes away. It took us a little longer. A light snow had started and demanded Tom’s concentration. Still, before I was ready, we arrived at the hulking home. Good lord, it was…a mini-mansion. Huge but not something like featured on tabloid TV when they talked about celebrities’ homes.
    Butterflies tumbled in my stomach. Meeting new people and socializing with them made me nervous, and this wasn’t any different. Since these were work associates, the stakes were even higher. I had to make a good impression. With my dress, so inappropriate for a dinner party, I figured I already had a check or two against me.
    “We’re late,” Tom muttered.
    “You shouldn’t have made me change,” I countered. We would have been on time if he hadn’t been so pushy about my clothes.
    “Jayson said to just go in,” he replied, choosing to ignore me.
    “Fine,” I growled. My dildo, not Tom, would be getting lucky tonight. His dick could join him and his hand on the couch, I decided as we walked into the opulent foyer of the two-story, blond-brick house. This was the dream home Barbie had really wanted, not that thing Mattel tried to sell girls. Tom and I could fit three or four of our place into this hulking structure.
    I gaped at the marble accoutrements, awestruck and feeling way out of my league in my stretchy red dress. I wanted to grab the hem and yank it down my legs, but that would create a different problem.
    Just when I was about to demand the car keys so I could leave, all thought of my appearance fled, evaporating as a stunning sound reached my ears. My head whipped around, and my eyes went wide. Three couples, in various stages of undress, were getting it on in the living room. Even more, I’d met all of Tom’s co-workers and their wives on various occasions in the office, and I recognized each of them, naked or not. Worse—could there really be a worse? God, yes, there could—none of the couplings matched what I knew. Not one man or wife was with his or her spouse.
    “Tom,” I hissed. “What’s going on?”
    I had a very good idea, and my stomach roiled. Panicked, I edged toward escape. And I’d been worried about my dress? These people wererem;
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    Tom grinned as he watched his associates—three black men. Their wives were all white, and I watched the interplay, mesmerized by the beauty of their contrasting flesh. Tom and I were the minority here. Jayson, currently missing from the copulating mix, was also black. From what I remembered, his wife was, too.
    I stared transfixed as I watched one of the partners pull someone else’s wife over his cock. She moaned loudly when she sank onto the long length. Her head dropping back, she bounced on it and held her breasts while fingering her nipples.
    Her husband had yet another man’s wife pinned to the wall. Her pale legs were twined behind him while his hips slammed into her. “Yes! Fuck me harder!” she cried as I watched his ebony ass flex with each hard drive.
    I crossed my arms over my breasts, gawking and ashamed that my body was reacting to the scene before me. My breasts were throbbing, and if I’d been watching the same scene in a movie, I would have been stroking myself and imagining