“I wonder what your girlfriend Ashley looks like down here…” His mouth was latched over her mound before she could even gasp – and she did, both from the sensation and the surprise of his words. His tongue made those flat, achingly delicious circles he knew she liked, making it hard to concentrate.
But Tasha looked down at him, his question getting pushed further to the back of her mind as his mouth did its work. I wonder what your girlfriend looks like down there… She heard it again in her head, knowing he knew – he already knew. He must have seen Ashley in all her recently bare glory on whatever viewing mechanism the camera fed to – their living room TV? No, more likely the computer. Or maybe his laptop.
“Oh God, Max!” Tasha’s hand went to his hair as he slipped two fingers inside, pumping them in rhythm with her breath – and that was coming faster every moment. She closed her eyes, giving into her impending orgasm, remembering how smooth Ashley’s pussy had been the last time we were together, how swollen and wet against her tongue…
“I wonder if she tastes as good as you do…” Max used his thumb to rub her clit, his face glazed with her wetness as he looked up at her. “What do you think, Tash? Would you like to eat her pussy?”
“Baby…” Tasha’s hand moved through his hair and she bit her lip, her body quivering in that liminal place between arousal and climax, suspended like a tightrope, stretched taut and waiting to snap. She couldn’t stand it – she couldn’t stand him knowing, not knowing she knew. She couldn’t stand hovering there and Max sensed the tension, covering her pussy again with his mouth, making her buck her hips up as she moaned and began to shudder. “Ohhh fuck, yes, she tastes so good, baby, so fucking goooood!”
It all blended together, the taste of Ashley coming in her mouth, the feel of Max’s tongue against her own pussy, the sound of Ashley coming filling her head as Tasha came, too, spreading wide and smearing her wet cunt against her husband’s face until she couldn’t stand it anymore and fell, limp, to the bed.
Max was on her, over her, nuzzling her neck and cheek with his wet face. “That wasn’t a fantasy, was it?”
Tasha barely opened her eyes, panting. “No… no…”
“You and Ashley have been together, haven’t you?” Max reached between them, his cockhead a fat, swollen bulb as he rubbed it through her sensitive flesh, seeking entrance.
Tasha gasped as he entered her, lifting her legs to take him deeper, her hands going to squeeze his hips. She met his eyes in the growing dimness and felt her body tremble – she wasn’t sure if it was from longing or anxiety. “You know we have.”
“Yeah,” Max breathed, his cock beginning its steady motion in and out of her slick cleft. His hips moved in fast circles, his breath harsh in her ear. She locked her legs around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, cradling his head against her as they rocked, both of them breathing hard now, her pussy riding an exquisite wave upward and part of her felt as if she were at the top of the crest, looking down from a dizzying height.
“She wants to,” she whispered into his ear, flicking her tongue there, sucking at the lobe. “She wants us both…”
Max groaned, shoving deeper, grunting with the effort. “Oh fuck, Tash…”
“That’s right, baby,” she insisted, her breathing panting over the flushed flesh of his neck and shoulder. “She wants you to fuck her. She wants you to watch us lick each other until we come… baby… oh… until we come so hard… so… good…”
“Yes!” Max pushed himself up, arms straight and straining, and Tasha hung on there, feeling the moving bulge of his bicep as he fucked her faster, faster. “Oh God… she told me… she told me, baby… she told me about you… ohhhh fuck! You feel so fucking good!”
Tasha couldn’t respond. The image of Ashley and Max, both of them here in their bed, the fantasy she had kept like a pent-up breath for months, came rushing out like a final, heavenly exhalation and she nearly screamed with her own climax as Max began to come, too, jerking his body into hers with a force she welcomed – in fact, she asked for more, digging her bare heels into the small of his back and driving him deeper into her spasming flesh. He was so hard when he came, buried so deep, she actually felt each spasmodic pulse, a hot, rhythmic throbbing inside as his cock emptied itself into her again and again.
“Oh God.” Max collapsed against her, still shuddering. She kissed his shoulder, his cheek, her eyes fluttering closed and open again. “Oh my God.”
“I’m glad you know.” Her words were just a whisper. “Opens a lot of doors, doesn’t it?”
“I can’t help it.” He returned her kisses. They were soft now, tender, their lust waning. “The thought of you two together…”
Tasha chuckled, curling a short piece of his hair at the nape of his neck around her finger. “How many times have you jerked off watching us together?”
Max raised himself up to look at her. “Huh?”
“The camera, Max.” Tasha smirked. “I know about the camera.”
He propped himself up on his elbow, frowning down at her. “What camera?”
Her heart did something funny in her chest and Tasha frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. “Don’t play around. I know, okay?”
“Know what?” The look of confusion on his face was enough to convince her he was telling the truth. She remembered the last few words he’d said, just before they both went over that last divine edge, “…She told me, baby… she told me about you…”
“There’s…” Tasha swallowed, her mind reeling. “There’s a camera hidden in the basement. In the Sybian room.”
Max sat up, his brow knitting. “A video camera?”
She nodded, her stomach clenching. “If you didn’t… Max…who?”
They both startled when the phone shrilled on the nightstand. Tasha could see the caller-ID – it was Ashley. Max answered it and passed it over to her.
“Hello?”
“Tasha, it’s me.” Ashley’s voice was low and she sounded… well, she sounded scared. About as scared as Tasha felt. “Can you come over here?”
“Now?”
“Tasha, it’s important. Very important. Please?”
“I’m on my way.” Tasha squeezed the hand Max offered. “Max is coming, too. He… knows.”
“Good.” Ashley hung up.
“What in the hell is going on?” Max asked, his face puzzled.
Tasha blinked back at him, wondering the exact same thing.
What in the hell was going on?
Chapter Eleven
“Now… let me get this straight.” The officer scratched his head with the end of his pen, looking down at the small pad cupped in his big palm. Tasha wondered if she was as red as he was. Dean was Max’s cousin – well, second cousin, really – and they only saw him occasionally at family reunions. To say that this was embarrassing would have been like saying tsunamis were a little wet, but they had all decided the alternative – just calling the police to report it – wasn’t a good option either. “This Sybian is a… sex toy?”
“A very big, very expensive sex toy,” Max agreed, unable to help his grin. “Ashley, maybe you could show him… on that?” He nodded toward the computer. “He’s going to have to see the email anyway, right, Dean?”
Ashley slid into the computer chair, clicking the mouse and pulling up their newly designed web site. There was a picture of the Sybian on the front page. Dean peered over her shoulder, his eyes widening as she clicked to another section of the page, showing the Sybian in use. It was actually Regina and Emily – they had agreed to do a photo shoot for them, as long as no faces were revealed, and Emily’s sweet red-haired pussy was clearly visible as she rode the machine.
“It… vibrates?” Dean’s voice dropped lower.
“Oh God yeah…” Ashley smiled, glancing over her shoulder at Tasha.
“Show him the video,” Max said, gesturing to Ashley, who just stared at him, wide-eyed. Tasha groaned.