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

clit, and there was no doubt her new sound was a moan.
    “Oh God. He’s licking me.” She puffed a couple of breaths. “It’s pretty good.”
    Pretty good? He gave her his full attention, tasting the sweetness of her pussy mixed with the saltiness of the come he’d rubbed into her.
    “Oh, oh,” she sang out. “He—” She stopped, gulped air, tried to finish. “My husband wants”—she sucked in a breath, let it out in a long aahh —“he wants to lick me after you’ve come in, lick me clean.” She moaned, ending on a long sigh that could have been a yes.
    The guy was kinky, but Spence had to admit their mixed flavors were a piquant blend. He could have licked her clean, too. But he wouldn’t have shared her the way her husband did. Even if he couldn’t get it up, he would have licked her like this, would have made her shudder and shimmy against the bed, made her cry out his name.
    Instead she cried out, “Oh God, Keith, that’s good.” As if her husband was making her come. Her legs quivered and she shoved the fingers of her free hand through his hair, held him close to her, rode his face as she climaxed.
    Spence didn’t like her husband’s name on her lips when she came against his mouth. He was hot and hard again, and he didn’t want her husband listening in while he had her. Not here. This was their place, not the hotel. Not her husband’s domain.
    “He’s going to make me fuck him again.” Pause. “He says ‘Fuck, no, you can’t have another picture.’” She laughed as she lied; Spence had said no such thing. “Yeah, totally. A cocky asshole.” She was grinning down at him. “And he says you can’t listen in either…He wants the phone…No, I’m not giving it to him…He—” Then she punched End. She pursed her lips. “So I’m a dirty little slut, huh?”
    Her lies elated him, and he smiled, the devilish smile, the one that seemed to raise her temperature a couple of degrees. “I told you it’s a term of endearment. My sweet, perfectly dirty, absolutely sexy, and extremely hot little slut.”
    “Well.” She preened. “That’s better. Now clean up the condom and fuck me again.”
    He’d do whatever she demanded.
     
    * * * * *
     
    It had been the best five days in over three years. She couldn’t go back to one-night stands on business trips. She needed more time to learn what made a man go wild. Time for him to learn what made her do the same. There could be instant attraction, sure, but when it came to taking off your clothes with a stranger, it wasn’t like Glenn Close and Michael Douglas in Fatal Attraction before the attraction turned fatal. She’d been nervous that first night with Spence. Hadn’t she? Yes. Until he’d turned on her vibrator and everything got crazy.
    God, yes, it had been crazy. The whole five days. Cresting from one sexual escapade to another. They’d taken a leisurely route back from St. Augustine, stopping at more housing developments, and a couple of open homes they’d seen along the way. She’d done her duty, a folder full of spec sheets, floor plans, and pricing quotes packed into her computer case. They’d turned in the rental car with ninety minutes left before the flight took off.
    “The only seats we have together are in the back of the plane, sir. Three rows from the back, to be exact, so at least you’ll be able to recline your seats. Are you all right with that?” The pretty clerk didn’t look up, still keying numbers into her terminal.
    They’d checked in online but had to go to the counter to change seats and hand in her bag.
    Spence tugged on her hand. “That okay with you, Zoe?”
    “The flight’s not full, and so far, there’s nobody seated next to you,” the clerk added as if it were an incentive.
    Zoe nodded, and the transaction was done.
    Five marvelous days. They were almost over.
    They made it through security in less than fifteen minutes, unheard of back in San Francisco.
    “Where do you want to eat?”