The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing) by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully

baby?”
    “Sogoodsogoodsogood.” She gasped, needing a breath. She was so close, right there, almost, almost…
    Spence grabbed the phone. “We’re busy. Call back later.”
    Then he threw the phone. And Zoe climaxed in an explosion of colored lights.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Spence wanted what he wanted, and he didn’t care if her husband called again. This was his moment, and he wasn’t sharing her. Her body clamped around him, worked him as she came, damn near drove him to the edge. Up to this point, he’d given her the slow ride she needed, but with her climax upon her, he drove deep and hard and fast. Until the penultimate moment, until there was just the feel of her around him, until he was just flesh and she was his heat. Then he withdrew, tore off the condom, and came with a roaring in his ears. He stroked his cock until every last drop drenched her belly. Only then did he collapse beside her, their legs tangled.
    “God,” she whispered.
    “Fuck,” he punctuated. Cracking an eyelid, he put his fingers to the puddle on her stomach. There was something so damn primeval about his come on her. Slowly, he spread it over her.
    “It’s warm,” she said, her eyes still closed.
    “Your skin’s hotter.” She was smooth and soft. Moonlight glistened in the pool on her belly.
    He massaged his seed into her breasts, twirled it around her nipples, pinched. She moaned. He creamed her upper chest with come, scooped up a dollop for the hollow of her throat.
    “Don’t ask me why, but that feels good,” she murmured.
    “It’s a youth serum, I’m told.”
    “Then give me more.”
    “You don’t need it. You’re perfect.” Leaning in, nose to her belly, his scent was everywhere on her, owning her. “Good,” he whispered. “Lick it off.” He put his hand to her mouth.
    Eyes open, gaze locked with his, she sucked each finger, then licked his palm. Christ, he wanted inside her again. Now.
    But he would wait, savoring this easy, quiet moment.
    Until it was broken by her phone. Spence cursed under his breath as she answered.
    “Hello…yes.” She looked at him, grinned. “My husband says you’re a cocky asshole.”
    “I totally agree. Especially when someone’s interrupting my orgasm.”
    She scoffed softly. “You weren’t having an orgasm. I was.”
    “Same difference.” When she came, she gripped him so tightly he couldn’t help letting go and falling straight down into ecstasy with her. Or was that straight up?
    “He wants to know if you took pictures.”
    Spence flopped down on the pillow beside her. “Tell him I was busy. You’re a handful.” He stroked her breast, tweaked her nipple.
    She gasped, but when she spoke, it was obvious he hadn’t caused it. “I’m not a slut.” She paused, listening, then looked at Spence. “He says I’m a dirty slut, and I need abusing.”
    He sucked her nipple hard, and this time the gasp was all for him. “You’re a dirty little slut, and that’s a term of endearment,” he answered softly so her husband wouldn’t hear.
    “Yes, honey,” she said into the phone, “he agrees I’m a slut.”
    Trailing his fingers down her belly, dipping into the remainder of his come on her skin, he tunneled between her legs and rubbed her with it, making her squirm.
    “He wants you to force your cock down my throat again the way you did in that picture the other night.” She sighed softly, her thighs falling apart. “Yes, I liked it.”
    He’d loved it. Her mouth on him. There was nothing pornographic in that photo. His cock in her mouth was a thing of beauty. Her husband didn’t appreciate her. But Spence did. She was dirty and slutty for him when he wanted her to be, but she was all elegance and class the rest of the time. A perfect combination.
    “I’ll suck him if you want me to.” She made a soft sound, which could have been agreement to something her husband said, or it could have been for Spence’s touch between her legs. He put his tongue to her