by Amy Valenti
“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.
Dean cleared his throat, standing back up. “This is the… uh… video in question? The one you said was sent to you by the alleged perpetrator?”
“Oh God.” Tasha covered her face with her hands. “Do we have to?”They still hadn’t watched it all the way through. Ashley had shown Tasha and Max the email and the accompanying video when they’d arrived. The email had been sent via the website, to [email protected] and Tasha’s intuition was singing by the time Ashley finished reading it.
Dear Sybian Club Owners,
The following video is more than enough to prove to authorities you are running a sex business out of your home—and trust me when I tell you, I have plenty more evidence. If you don’t wish this to go any further, I suggest you follow my instructions. You have onl
y one opportunity to recover all of the evidence I have against you. I will accept $10,000 in cash and nothing less. I will contact you with a meeting time and place.
-A Concerned Citizen
“A concerned citizen my ass,” Tasha had snorted and tossed the email back at Ashley.
Max could barely speak. His mouth kept moving but nothing was coming out. Finally, he exploded: “Who the hell put a camera in my house?”
Ashley sighed, her eyes meeting Tasha’s. “Obviously we were wrong about who…”
“Yeah.” Tasha nodded. “But… I actually have an idea who it is… I just don’t understand when or how he could have…”
Max frowned at her. “What do you mean, you have an idea?”
Ashley and Tasha exchanged knowing glances, and they both said, “Ray.”
“Ray?” Max looked between them, shaking his head. “Who the hell is Ray?”
“Ray Patterson—our neighbor?” Tasha sat on the sofa and put her head in her hands. “He invited himself to our party the other night. He backed me into a corner and I couldn’t say no. Then we had a little incident and I had to kick him out.” She looked up at her husband, blinking back tears. “But Max he had no time to put in a camera! I have no idea…”
“Oh my God.” Max interrupted her, smacking his head with his palm and sinking beside her on the couch. “This is all my fault.”
Tasha stared at her husband as he started to explain and everything fell into place. “I talked to him about the renovations we were planning… he told me his brother was a great contractor, that we could get the work done cheap…”
“Oh…no...” Ashley shook her head, taking a seat in the chair in front of the computer and turning it to face them. “What do you want to bet that’s not the only camera he had his brother put in?”
Max’s jaw worked as he looked between the two women. “I’m sure it isn’t. And now I’m wondering what he’s been doing with the videos.”
Tasha really did start to cry then, putting her head on her husband’s shoulder. He held her, blinking across her bent head at Ashley. “I’m going to kill him.”
“No!” Tasha wiped at her eyes, mascara running down her pale cheeks. “That doesn’t solve anything. We have to… call someone… do something…”
It took them an hour to make a plan and decide what to do. Max put in a call to Dean, who agreed to come over in an officially unofficial capacity and hear them out. None of them knew if what they were doing was actually illegal. In the excitement of starting her little Sybian Club, it had never occurred to her that her neighbors would object. What went on inside her own house was her business, wasn’t it? They weren’t hurting anyone…
She couldn’t believe her own neighbor would do something like this. His self-invitation to the party and his subsequent coming-on to both her and Ashley made it obvious he was no prude. This wasn’t like Mrs. Ryan across the street finding out and going all evangelical on them. Then she realized—this was because she had turned down his offer for a little afternoon delight. This wasn’t about preserving some sort of integrity of the neighborhood. This was about jealousy—and revenge.
“Oh. My. God.” Dean blinked at the computer screen and the familiar sound of Ashley’s pleasure pulled Tasha from her reverie to see the young cop staring at the screen, his mouth agape. The video started with the two of them licking each other and then moved on to them riding the Sybian together. Tasha must have been lost in thought for the first part, because now it had moved on to their double ride.
“Feel good, baby?” Ashley, riding behind and cupping Tasha’s breasts in her hands.
“Ohhhh fucccckk!” Tasha flushed at the sound of her own pleasure, seeing herself rocking on the machine. “Baby, I’m gonna…”
“Yeah!” Ashley, urging her on. No question about whether the video also picked up audio. It was all quite clear. “Come on. Do it.”
“Oh God, I—” Tasha wanted to cover her flushed cheeks, but instead of watching the screen, where she knew exactly what happened, she watched the two men staring at the video, their eyes dark, their faces full of… yep, that was lust. No doubt about it.
“That’s right! All for me! Come on, give it to me!” Ashley’s words on-screen made Tasha’s pussy clench and she met her girlfriend’s eyes as the image of the two of them rocking toward climax continued to roll along.
“Yesssss!” Tasha knew the sound of her own imminent climax—so did her pussy. Her body had an involuntary response, a slow, sticky wetness starting to seep into her panties.
“Now, baby!” Ashley’s voice was tight and full of her own coming release. Tasha glanced at Dean, who had given up all semblance of trying to look professional. When she glanced down at his jeans—he’d come to the house out of uniform—she saw a tell-tale bulge there.
“Yes! Now! Now!” Tasha’s own voice came out of the computer speakers, a little tinny but clear enough. She was going to come, and come hard.
“NOW!” And so was Ashley.
Their simultaneous orgasm made Dean groan out loud and Tasha saw Ashley glance at him, her eyes bright, the embarrassment on her face being taken over by something… something else. Clearly, she enjoyed that the man was enjoying it. When Tasha looked over at Max, she saw a very similar reaction on his face… and in his jeans. She couldn’t help smiling.
Ashley clicked “stop” on the video, glancing over at Dean. “I tried to find where the email was coming from, using the full header and the IP address that the site logged, but I think he’s hiding his IP somehow.”
Dean looked appreciatively at her. “I’ll have my guys look at it.” He cleared his throat, straightening up—he’d been leaning over Ashley’s shoulder to get a better look at the video, although Tasha doubted he had even realized—and said, “Well, I’ll have to have a copy of both the email… and the uh… the video.”
Ashley handed him a slip of paper and the DVD she had burned. “So tell me, officer… officer…?”
“Call me Dean. Remember, I’m here as Max’s… friend? Cousin? Anyway… I’m here in a personal capacity, not a professional one.” He gave her a wink.
“Dean, then…” Ashley smiled at him, and Tasha saw something in that smile that made her eyes widen. “Is our little club actually illegal? It seems so harmless.”
“Well…” He shrugged, setting the DVD and email on the desk and shoving his hands in his jean pockets. “I guess it’s… a judgment call, really. If no one in your neighborhood minds or complains, we pretty much look the other way. There are lots of swingers clubs and things like that out there.”
“Sounds like fun.” Max slid an arm around Tasha’s waist and she smiled up at him.
Dean grinned. “I imagine your Sybian Club would be in the same sort of neighborhood. I’ve known places where they’ve tried to outlaw them, though. Neighbors will say it’s because of the noise or traffic in a residential area.”
“Oh please.” Ashley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Like it had nothing to do with prudes living in the neighborhood or anything?”
“Oh I’m sure it did.” Dean laughed “That was just a good excuse. In fact, there was a sort of sex club in Dallas, if I remember right, they tried to shut down. They were swingers and this guy’s whole house was set up with different rooms. He had naked Twister, a Disco ball, a huge hot tub for like fifteen people. There was even a place in the basement called ‘the pit,’ where they put in six king-sized beds all pushed together in front of a fireplace.”
Ashley raised her eyebrows. “You seem to know a lot about it?”
“Uh… well,” Dean cleared his throat and flushed noticeably. “Let’s just call it… a personal interest.”
“So it isn’t illegal?”
Dean shrugged. “It’s a gray area. I remember this guy in Texas said it was like having a Super Bowl party. A bunch of people come over, he provides the booze and food, and he asks them for some cash to defray costs.”
Max grinned. “Except no one was
watching the Super Bowl.”
“I seriously doubt it.” Dean grinned back at him, his eyes moving over to Ashley. “You know, if I came over to talk to Max—say I wanted to rent Max’s table saw? Well, strictly speaking, that’s illegal. Still, no one cares. But when it comes to sex, suddenly people care. Believe me, I’ve seen stranger things in court than I have in this video.”
Ashley stood, reaching to turn off the monitor. “So what happens now?”
“Can you forward me that?” Dean asked, nodding toward the screen. “I’ll need the headers as well, so we can trace the path of the email. Here, let me write my email down for you…” Dean wrote it down on a clean sheet on his pad while Ashley went back to the computer, opening up her email.
“Thanks.” Ashley smiled as she took the slip of paper Dean offered and Tasha saw their hands brush and linger. She smiled to herself, looking between them. Ashley sat up straight, turning to tug on Dean’s sleeve. “Oh, hey… I’ve got new email from him.” Ashley clicked her mouse and a screen opened up. Tasha looked over and saw it was from the same email address that had sent the first one: [email protected]. They all leaned over to read when Ashley opened it.
Here’s the deal. You and your girlfriend bring the cash to the Flamingo Motel at the corner of Dix and Fort streets. Midnight. Tomorrow. One chance.
“How melodramatic.” Tasha rolled her eyes. She knew it had to be Ray. The ‘you and your girlfriend’ line was too like him to be missed.
“Is this guy for real?” Ashley asked, clicking a button to print.
“Amateur.” Dean shook his head as he took the print-out off the printer. “Actually… I don’t think he wants the cash at all.”
“Huh?” Ashley’s brow knitted as she glanced up at him holding the email.
“I think he wants you two to show up scared.” Dean put the print-out with the other email and the DVD.
“If he doesn’t want the money…” Max frowned, his arm tightening around Tasha’s shoulders. “What does he want?”
