The Wives of Beverly Row 3: Lust Has a New Address by Abby Weeks Page A

spread open her vagina with her hands.
    “Make sure you don’t block the verification.”
    She moved her arm so that the username and date could be seen clearly by the camera.
    “Open your mouth a little,” Jake said.
    Zola wet her lips and opened her mouth. She tried to look as sexy and alluring as she could. She felt utterly lost. She was doing something that went against every fiber of her being, and she was doing it to please a man she wasn’t even sure loved her.
    “Lift your feet. Some of the guys like feet.”
    She lifted her feet up onto the sofa in front of her.
    “Really nice,” Jake said.
    She caught his eye. He seemed to be enjoying this. For once he seemed happy with her. Despite the circumstances, despite what he was doing to her, Zola felt relief at Jake’s response. She was pleasing him.
    “Ass too,” Jake said. “They’re going to want to see your ass. Some of these guys are ass crazy.”
    “What about the verification?” she said.
    Jake nodded. He got up and wrote the username and date on one of her butt cheeks. Zola almost felt as if they were working as a team. She arched her back and stretched out her butt for the camera.
    “Spread the cheeks,” Jake said.
    “Really?”
    “Do it,” Jake said, firmly. “They want to see the asshole.”
    Zola had no idea what was going to happen to her. She had no idea what her life was going to become once she allowed Jake to post these photos. She reached back behind her and spread her butt cheeks as widely as she could, letting Jake get nice, clear shots of her pink anus. As the camera clicked she wondered what she was getting herself into. Why wasn’t Jake letting her blur out her face? Why did he want his friends to be able to recognize her at the grocery store? Why did he want them to feel like they all owned her? Shouldn’t he be the one who owned her? He was her husband after all . It was scary to think about it all. Would she be raped? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything. She didn’t even know how many members there were on the forum.
    “That’s beautiful,” Jake said.
    And there it was. It was as simple as Jake telling her she was beautiful. That was why she was doing this. That was why she was making herself vulnerable to all these men. She was trying to please Jake. When had she become so weak?

II
    A RIEL GOT OUT OF THE car and entered the restaurant. She was a little early. Gabe had said to meet him at seven but she wanted to be there first to gather her thoughts. She really wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into. She wasn’t sure if she was even going to get involved in this project with him. All she knew was that he wanted her to forge a painting. Straight off the bat it sounded like a terrible scheme. People went to prison all the time for trying things like this. She’d heard more than her fair share of stories about greedy art dealers getting caught with fakes. It was a big problem in the art world and everyone was on to it. The chances of getting away with a forgery were slim to none.
    Added to that was the fact that she couldn’t trust Gabe. She’d been married to him for her entire adult life and he’d stolen from her, lied to her and cheated on her. How could she even consider getting involved in some harebrained scheme with him? It was bound to end badly.
    “Ariel,” Gabe said as he came toward the table, “you look more beautiful every time I see you.”
    “Gabe,” Ariel said. She knew he was just flattering her. Gabe was a shameless and incorrigible flirt, he always had been, but it was nice to get a complement. He looked pretty dapper himself in a shirt and business suit, holding an expensive briefcase.
    He took a seat close to her. Ariel was already sipping a glass of Chardonnay and he ordered a bottle.
    “I mean it, Ariel,” he said. “Every time I see you I think to myself, I can’t believe I was married to that woman. She’s just stunning.”
    “You didn’t seem to notice much when