“People can see them,” Julian said, definitely worried about that.
“People are very discreet around here,” Renee said.
The way Kat was pressing herself against him… could she feel his hardness? Could she feel how big he was? His huge cock pressing against her almost-naked body?
Julian could hardly breathe, watching them. And they weren’t even doing anything all that scandalous yet.
“Are you stroking it?” Renee asked him quietly.
“What?”
“You know…”
He had been. Difficult not to, with what he was watching. And yet…
“Renee, you’re a bad girl, you know that?”
She giggled. “A girl’s got to try, though, right?” she said. “I mean, over-the-phone is, like, the closest I can get to a real live cock. The way my husband is.”
“Why don’t you just… you know… cheat on him?”
“He’d hear about it. Oh, somehow. He’d hear about it. Or he’d just ask me, and I’d be all blushing… I can’t lie to him.”
Was Daryl touching her? Sliding his fingers inside her? But they were in the middle of an open, public hotel swimming pool—even if it wasn’t particularly well-attended.
Maybe they would move upstairs soon. Then the show would be over—it wasn’t as though they’d take Renee with them.
“Okay… okay… show’s over…”
He heard Renee groan in disappointment just at the same time that he heard the voice—and recognized it as Josie’s—call out across the pool.
Kat and Daryl broke apart and looked up toward her, and Renee helpfully steered the camera phone so that Julian could, indeed, see that it was Josie who had just come out to the pool and decided that her lead guitarist was not going to do anything more with their new drummer that night.
“Uh-oh,” Renee cackled. “They’re in trouble…”
Josie was giving them a real talking-to, though Julian couldn’t quite hear what she was saying. The camera view switched back to Renee, or in this case her pale breasts, all bound up in a fetching bright red bikini top. Not an unpleasant view at all, though it made him wonder what was going on.
“Well, that looks like the end of it for tonight,” Renee said into the phone.
“They’re getting out of the pool?”
“Well, Daryl is. Kat’s started doing some actual swimming, like she was going to before Daryl turned up…”
“Can you get her to call me when she gets out?”
Renee laughed. “God, no. I wasn’t supposed to show you that. Wasn’t supposed to use her phone. As far as you’re concerned, if she wants to call you… for her own reasons… well, she might.”
“Thanks, Renee,” he said, half gloomy she wouldn’t do as he asked, half thankful that she had given him a glimpse of the developing love affair between his wife and her younger man.
“I think Josie’s going to post a police guard outside your wife’s door tonight,” Renee joked. “I guess the passion’s over for now…”
The redhead was joking, and yet serious. Julian got the sense that the passion was probably over for the night. And if it wasn’t, then it would be Kat’s duty to reveal what happened. For now, he was going to get some sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
She couldn’t sleep after that, she was so fired up.
Horny. As. Fuck.
How could Josie have busted them just at that moment? Admittedly, they’d been so close to actually fucking in the middle of a swimming pool, with strangers all around them, watching, it probably hadn’t been the greatest idea. But maybe they’d have had the sense to go up to one of their rooms…
After that, though, Daryl had kissed her and left her with the view that “it’s not worth upsetting Josie”. And with everything that had happened to Josie recently, in terms of her new boyfriend’s overdose, Kat was in full agreement with him. Unfortunately.
So here she was, up in her room, still wearing her bikini with just a tiny scarlet tank top slung over the top—her whole body on fire, pulsating with need for that goddamn sexy hunk. There was no way she was going to be able to get to sleep. Even masturbating in the shower wouldn’t give her the release she needed after that.
After his oh-so-sweet kisses in the middle of the pool.
After the feel of his strong hands all over her body.
After pressing her body up against that big hard beast slumbering between his legs.
After two hours of tossing and turning, she felt she was going to either have to creep into Daryl’s room, wake up Renee… or perhaps wake her husband.
In the end, she decided that although Julian had a very long day ahead of him, he would be able to sleep on the flight out to LA. Maybe being tired would even help him to sleep on the plane.
And maybe she did feel a little guilty, making out with Daryl and then failing to call Julian as soon as she got back to her room. It wouldn’t have been so late for him if she’d called then.
“Hey honey… I’m so sorry to wake you…”
“Oh, it’s okay…” he was groggy, unkempt, still half-asleep, but he was far from angry that she’d woken him. He even smiled his delight at seeing her—something that reassured her no end as she perched slightly anxiously on the end of the bed in front of her laptop.
“I… you know… couldn’t sleep… and I thought I’d tell you what happened at the pool tonight,” she said.
“What happened?” he asked immediately.
Kat felt her guilt flaring up, and the fear that Julian would suddenly change his mind about her fooling around with another man. But she just had to persist at this stage.
“I was in the pool… and then Daryl came in with me… and then we were making out…”
“That’s great, honey!” he said, genuinely enthused, not at all upset. “You enjoyed it? He was… good?”
“Oh, God, yeah… he had his hands all over me… and I had my hands all over him… oh he’s so hot…” she looked suddenly apologetic, as though she’d forgotten it was her husband she was talking to.
“It’s okay, you can tell me,” he prompted her.
“Are you sure? It feels… strange…”
“It’s hot, hearing. You know it is. He’s a good kisser?”
“Very. It was… oh, so soft… and sweet… and feeling all his muscles… his body pressing against me…”
“Was he hard for you? Could you feel it?”
She smiled, and felt herself warming up considerably between her legs, just from remembering it, the feeling of Daryl’s huge, hard cock pressing against her, only a pair of swimsuits in the way. The knowledge that she was making him that hard, that someone so hot wanted to fuck her so badly. She felt such a craving for him now. For any guy, perhaps.
“He’s big?”
“I think so. I think very big.” Again, she flashed him another apologetic glance, but Julian was smiling boldly.
“I bet that got you going,” he said, beaming ear-to-ear.
“Uh-huh,” she said, feeling herself getting wet.
Julian was just sitting there.
“So… you’re okay with me kissing him?” she asked him, putting a slight edge into her voice to tease him, maybe even provoke him. Oh, she’d asked the question before enough times to know the answer, even if she couldn’t fully understand why he was so turned on by her infidelity.
“You know I am,” he said, pointing out exactly what she was thinking.
“Show me.”
“Huh?”
“Honey… I need to see…” she felt so dirty, begging him, but now she had a craving that needed some kind of release.
On her screen, her husband pulled the bedsheets off his body, revealing his bare chest, his boxer shorts. He wasn’t exactly ripped like Daryl, but he wasn’t too out of shape—in fact, he was more in shape than she remembered. Had he been working out? Even without the improvement, though, he had always been able to get her going.
Was there a tent in his box
Was that the key to getting men going? Find out their kinks, their fantasies. Then, never mind all that makeup or perfume or expensive clothes, they would be putty in your hands.
Did Daryl have a secret fantasy?
“You know, I’ll be with you in less than a day.” Julian lay back against the pillows, a little awkward, not quite knowing what she wanted from him, plus a touch self-conscious at exposing himself on camera, even now. But still, delicious. She would have jumped him had he been in the room. Couldn’t have contained herself.
“I know, honey,” she said, “but he had his hands all over me…”
“Where?”
“Uh… you know… all over…”
“He was touching your breasts?”
“Well… through my bikini…”
“The one you have on under that top?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, pushing out her chest for the benefit of the camera on top of her laptop. Enjoying how he looked at her with such lust. She peeled off the tank top, and true enough, the bikini top really didn’t cover very much.
“Was he touching you in other places?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Your stomach?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Your butt?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Between your legs?”
“He was.” She stood, as though needing to show her husband, loving how he looked at her body, her bikini bottoms covering very little of her golden skin. “Through my swimsuit, though.”
On screen, her husband grabbed his package through those loose boxer shorts, and she felt envious that he could take hold of it. Now he was teasing her.
“Show me,” she insisted, swinging her hips a little as though dancing for him, as though she needed to entice him to take his cock out for her, like some kind of snake charmer. Spinning slowly around to show her butt in that tiny bikini.
He gave her a dry, amused grin. Guys weren’t usually so objectified by their women. They weren’t used to it. He grabbed his bulge again, through his boxers, and gave a confused frown as though to ask her, “this? Seriously? You want to see this?”
“Please?” she said, and reached behind her to unfasten the catch on her bikini top, allowing it to drop and then covering her breasts with her hands as though offering her exposure as some kind of reward for his.
He shrugged, and peeled off his boxer shorts, lying back again with nothing on, his substantial erection just waiting there, so hard, so ready, and yet so far away from her. She felt ripples of energy spreading out through her body, the desire quivering in her every muscle.
“So this sex ban of yours,” he said, putting a hand down to the base of his cock, holding the thing upright, stunning her with the size of it now it was no longer foreshortened by the perspective of the camera angle.
“Yeah?”
“It ends on Saturday night, right? When you play.”
Now she stooped to pull off her bikini bottoms, unasked. Hoping to get him going, to stir him to stroke that big, beautiful thing on her screen. He did so.
“That’s right,” she said. “Saturday night.”
“So what’s the plan for after the show?” he asked her.
She danced for him a little more, naked, enjoying his attention and the way he casually pumped his shaft to the sight of her.
“What do you mean ‘what’s the plan’?” Sitting back in front of the webcam, she had to catch her breath a little.
He said, “I’ll be with you until Monday morning.”
“Yeah,” she nodded, and now lay back on the bed, almost the same way he was, showing him her bare body, her breasts, her stomach. Shifting back, then parting her legs so he could see her pussy.
So she could see him reacting to seeing her pussy.
She said, “We need a plan? I’ll hang out with you. We’ll grab a late dinner or something, some drinks. Or we could just go back to my room.”
She slid a hand down over her stomach, over her bare mound, over the slippery wet folds of her sex, thinking about her husband coming to see her in LA, thinking about meeting up with him after the first show, as horny as she was now. Thinking about how they’d agree to abandon dinner or drinks or anything, except to head back to her hotel room to fuck each other’s lights out.
She stroked two fingers over her pussy lips thinking about how that delicious cock now in Julian’s hands would be in her hands soon enough. She’d take it into her mouth, and into her pussy…
“But Daryl will be around too, right?” Julian asked her.
“Uh… I suppose so.”
“You wouldn’t want to see him after the show?”
“Uh… oh… I don’t know… sure, maybe…”
She was finding it difficult to concentrate on the conversation now that her fingers were getting into the right rhythm, hitting exactly the right parts to get her on the road to climaxville.
“But I haven’t seen you in ages,” she said. “I don’t need him—just you, honey.”
He chuckled, “But you haven’t been with him at all. And you can.”
She looked at his stiff cock, and up at his excited face, and realized what he was hinting at. “You want me to see Daryl while you’re here in LA?” she asked him.
“I think you should,” he said.
“But I’d get to see you as well?”
He smiled, “Of course. It’s not an either/or proposition.”
And now she was touching herself while thinking about what her husband was actually saying. Thinking about spending time with Daryl—fucking him!—and then going back to her husband on the same night.
“You’d want me to… see him… and then you, the night of the show?”
“Sure. If you wanted to.”
She saw his cock twitch. The sight of it stoked the fires between her legs. “You want me to hang out with him for a while… and then maybe… sleep with him?”
“Sure.”
“And then after that… I’d come see you?”
He was really pumping that thing now. She loved it. Her words were making it twitch, throb, buck in his hands.
“Uh-huh.” Now he was finding it difficult to enunciate. She wanted to step it up—make him come with her words.
“I’d go back to his room, let him tear off my clothes,” she said, her lust making her feel bold, combined with the way he responded to what she said. “I’d pull down his pants and grab hold of his big, hard cock, suck it into my mouth…”
Julian was going for it, lying back and squeezing his shaft, wrestling with it, as he listened to her predictions about cheating on him with another man.
“I’ll bet he’d want to shove me back onto the bed and slide that huge thing inside me,” she said. “He’d push into me, stretching me with that thing. Filling me up… Mmmm….”
She giggled, “And then when we were done, you’d want me to come straight back to you, right? To tell you what happened?”
Julian grunted, and she watched him lose control of himself. So sexy. Why didn’t she do this more often with him? Particularly when it was him going away on business trips. He lay there and his cock was shooting out white cream all over his chest, all over his stomach.
And now she felt close to orgasm. It came almost from nowhere, a great shaking mass of warmth and energy, detonating between her legs and blossoming outward through the rest of her body—so intense, so powerful, so burning hot, and she hardly realized how frantic her hands were moving over her pussy, quivering against her clit, jamming in between her slick, wet pussy lips, plunging deep into her pussy.
She watched her husband squirting out his sticky white come all over his body in response to her informing him of her imminent adultery—and it all just seemed to overwhelm her.
Suddenly, she was bucking and writhing, and there was an intense jolt between her legs. And another. Cramps, almost. Spasms in the muscles of her sex. She looked down and saw unexpected movement between her body and the laptop. It happened again, and she caught sight of it—a little sprinkle of liquid shot out from between her legs.
“Oh God…” she wailed, thinking that something serious was happening, something wrong. She’d overdone the arousal, and now her body was broken. She’d have to call 911, get to a hospital. Maybe she had some terminal disease…
“Honey!” Julian was laughing.
“What is it?” she cried, desperately afraid all of a sudden. “What’s happening…?”
There was a moment where she thought she was even in pain—something had ruptured, something had burst, her pipes were leaking, her body ruined…
“You squirted!”
Squirted. She’d heard of that. Mythical, though, right?
She breathed, and strangely realized that it wasn’t pain she was feeling—but intense pleasure. She’d been taken somewhere she’d never been before when it came to sexual pleasure, and it was all from the thought of her husband actually wanting her to fuck another man, and that he would want her desperately afterward.
The sight of her husband so turned on by the thought of her adultery, and the fact that it could all be happening soon—it had taken her over the edge into sexual insanity.
“I don’t… squirt…” she insisted, breathless, gasping for air. Her crying had turned to laughing.
“Uh… you do. Saw it happening.”
The bedsheets were wet between her legs, and she could see patches of wetness on the carpet beneath.
“I can’t believe it…” she was saying, over and over.
“How did it feel?”
She turned her head this way and that, and the room seemed to spin a little around her. So light-headed. She felt suddenly drained, as though some Vampire had come along and sucked out all her blood.
“I… I think I need to lie down,” she said.
Now covered up by bedsheets, Julian was chuckling, his amazement turning into amusement now that the moment had passed somewhat. “You need to get some sleep,” he said. “Only one more day of rehearsals, right? And then you have the show…”
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