“To say the least. Oh well. As long as it wasn’t us.” She shrugged and went back into the bedroom.
My jaw fell open but I snapped it shut and swallowed the scolding words I’d been about to blurt out.
What in the world is wrong with her? Could she be that cold?
The slap of truth at my own selfish behavior during my marriage to Frank made my stomach churn. I was not going to be that way anymore. Not now. Not after that…that something that had passed between me and Frank while we’d had our threesome with Gio.
Feelings and deep-rooted emotion—love maybe?—awakened in my heart. Something special still existed on both our parts.
It did, I knew it did.
And I intended to explore it further. To get him back in my life and try to fix whatever it was that had ruined our marriage.
Me. Me and my self-centered, greedy behavior had to have been the problem.
You idiot.
But one step at a time. I needed to get him out of jail first and get him a lawyer.
Shit, not Rob. No way.
I threw the window open, my intent to ask him if he had a specific lawyer he needed me to contact. The acuteness of Gio’s warm presence, the sounds of her moving around in the bedroom hovered in the periphery. But I didn’t care. I only had eyes for Frank. He had his arms and ankles crossed, his feet planted on the curb. He leaned in a casual stance against what I now assumed to be an unmarked vehicle.
The cuffs were gone.
What the hell?
Ned chuckled. “You are such a sucker. I can’t believe you fell for our fake arrest.”
“Fuck you.” Frank added his own good-natured laugh. “What was I supposed to think? Two cops busting in my door like that.”
Rage simmered in my blood when Leah patted Frank on the cheek. “Sweetie, we were at the club. We saw you there, decided to hunt you down and see what’s up.”
“Oh. Well you certainly came close to seeing what’s ‘up’. So why were you at the club anyway?”
“Getting evidence against the new owner Clive Greville. Associate of Tito Faggini’s. Remember him? The scumbag owner we put away.”
Frank shifted his feet, stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and cleared his throat. “’Course I remember. The sting to head off the drug and money laundering mess.”
“Yep. But this time it was Greville. He was suspected of underage trafficking through the club. Got what we needed right after we watched you jacking off at the cage. Whew. Was that ever sexy,” Leah said.
That handsome smile of Frank’s I remembered so well flitted across his face. “Thanks. As if that’s the only time you’ve ever seen me do that.”
A trio of laughter echoed up the street.
Ned gave Frank a chummy punch on the arm. “You should’ve known, you dumb ass, that you gotta have an intentional act of lewdness that ‘offends’ someone. And no one goes to that wild place—which you already know are all vetted members—without knowing what they’re getting into. Including all of us at the precinct. Besides, you should also know cops can’t be included in the offended. In fact, you got those unoffended customers all horny. No doubt about that based on all the fucking and sucking and banging that went on after you left. So ha ha. Joke’s on you, pal.”
Ned added a snicker to that.
“Mmm, and you got us horny too.” Leah leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Frank’s neck. She moaned and kissed him with familiarity that jabbed at my newfound feelings for him.
Frank kept his arms crossed between them, but he allowed the kiss, even appeared to welcome it.
Ned yanked Leah away from Frank. “Hey. No sampling the merchandise until he agrees to join us again.”
What?
“And that ‘joining us’ will not ever include that stripping ex of yours up there. Or that other bitch you’ve gotten yourself tangled up with lately.” Leah giggled, slid an arm around Ned’s waist and leaned against him. “So what do you say? Want to get together with us again? For old times’ sake?”
Frank frowned but he nodded his agreement. “Sure. Love to. Sounds great.”
“Can’t believe you hooked up with her again,” Leah said, rolling her eyes.
“Why not?” Frank lifted a shoulder. It revealed an indifference I hadn’t detected during those lovemaking moments where our gazes had locked and a twinkle of affection shimmered in his eyes. “You saw her in the cage with my girlfriend.”
His “girlfriend”? No plural, just one. So he still considered Gio his only girlfriend. And what was I? Just his ex? Just a good fuck for the night, someone to help fulfill that girlfriend’s fantasy of being sandwiched between a man and a woman?
Of course. Why had I thought otherwise?
Because you’re an idiot.
My eyes stung at the whole conversation, at their sick arrest “joke” here in the apartment, at Leah’s and Ned’s proposition and Frank’s apparent interest. And at that welcoming kiss, the girlfriend comment and Frank’s dismissal of me and my place in his life.
A lump formed in my throat, and no matter how much I swallowed it wouldn’t go away. I didn’t need to listen to any more of Frank’s heartless words or watch him reveal his true self. I closed the window and floated to the bedroom in a daze.
In all my focus on the drama unfolding on the street below, I’d forgotten about Gio. She was in the closet pulling on a black velvety sweat suit. Her moves were fluid as she strolled to the dresser and brushed her dark locks. The strands gleamed in the first rays of dawn streaming in through the window.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” She stared at me in the mirror. Her face was gorgeous, too gorgeous.
She was Frank’s “girlfriend”. My competition.
I blinked back moisture in my eyes, stumbled to the bed and collapsed on the mattress where the three of us had made love not an hour ago. I could smell the musky scent of pussy, the mixed aroma of clean manly sweat and sweet female perfume. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“No need to explain. I heard and saw everything through the bedroom window. It doesn’t surprise me. Frank’s an attractive man. You can’t hold him down, baby. No one can.” Gio waved her hand, set the brush on the dresser and slinked across the room. The way she climbed onto the bed reminded me of a panther stalking its next kill. She propped her elbow on the mattress, rested her head in her hand and slid my robe aside. Frank’s robe. It stirred the aroma of his cologne, the smell of a man I’d now lost two times, never mind the fact the first time had been my fault.
Yes, I saw it now more than ever. Frank was Gio’s, not mine. They’d used me to fulfill a fantasy, and here I’d gone and let a glimmer of hope I hadn’t been able to name shatter my heart in one night.
Damn you, Frank.
Damn you, Leah and Ned.
And damn you, Giovanna.
The thought had barely formed in my head when Gio nudged at my ear with her nose and circled her fingertip around my breast. My body betrayed me. My nipples tightened. Shivers of desire melted through my bloodstream, stirring my pussy and hardening my clit.
“What do you say we go to my place, forget him? When we get the urge we’ll go back to the club and find another man—or even a woman.” She winked. Her eyes glittered with mischief. “But this time I want to fuck you with the ass toy.”
It fascinated me the way the early-morning light filtered through her hair. In spite of the heaviness in my chest at Frank’s betrayal I couldn’t help myself—or maybe it was because of Frank’s betrayal. I combed my fingers through her freshly brushed hair. Its soft tresses sifted through my fingers and tickled my palms.
That lying, self-centered bastard. I’d accepted his new relationship with Gio—I couldn’t blame him after I’d ditched him at the club and gone and married Rob. But now? After he and Giovanna had come seeking me out and wanting to include me in their relationship?
Uh-uh. This shit with Leah and Ned wasn’t going to fly with me.
I brooded, perusing the be
ams of dawn across the ceiling, and drew a lock of her hair beneath my nose. It stirred the aroma of expensive salon shampoo. “So you don’t want him anymore?”
“Nah. He was good while he lasted. Besides, it appears he’s planning on going back to Ned and Leah. They had a…shall we say, lustful three-way affair just before he and I got together.” She tilted my head toward her and forced me to look deep into her eyes. Lust didn’t even come close to describing what I saw there. Obsession. Hunger. Fire. “But we don’t need him, babe. Two good-looking, perfect women like us, we can form our own lusty three-way.”
Indecision warred with temptation in my head.
Hmm… What was that old saying?
Hold your friends close and your enemies closer.
And it didn’t hurt for your enemy to be easy on the eyes and the body.
“Yes. Yes, you’re right. We can form our own ‘lusty’ threesome.”
She dragged her lips back and forth over mine, rousing the desire in my groin. “That’s my girl.”
I’m not your girl, at least not indefinitely. But I guess I’m not Frank’s either.
Ha, what better way to get revenge on him than to go along with this plan of hers. Plus, luring Gio, my competition, away from Frank—that is if he should decide to get back with her later—would be sweet payback.
I wrapped my arms around her and nibbled at her earlobe. She smelled of sex, perfume and cosmetics. Hm, she was smokin’ hot so this part of the revenge wasn’t going to be a hardship in the least. In fact I’d probably enjoy the heck out of it.
And after Frank’s betrayal, why not show him I won’t be screwed over without him paying?
“Mmm, I like that, you calling me your girl. Now how about we get going before he comes back. Let’s head out and make those plans at your place. I’m off tonight. We could go hang out at the club and find our third wheel.”
“Sounds perfect. But before we go, I’ve got an idea.” She jogged into the living room and I heard the click of the deadbolt on the front door. When she returned to Frank’s bedroom she snatched the TV remote and set it to a music channel. Then she pushed a few buttons on a box’s panel.
I rolled onto my stomach. “What are you doing?”
She pressed her finger to her lips, knelt on the bed and whispered, “Shh. I’ve got the recorder on to tape our lovemaking. We’re going to give Frank a show he’ll never forget. He’ll be kicking himself to hell and back wishing he’d never set eyes on Leah and Ned in his entire life.”
I grinned and whispered back, “That is a great idea.”
“Honey, you are so hot.” She said it out loud—no doubt so the camera would record it—and did a sensual striptease to remove her black sweat suit. She slithered up my back, dropping kisses as she went. Her nipples dragged over my butt cheeks, on both sides of my spine and stopped just below my waist. She straddled me and shoved her hands between my breasts and the bed. I gripped the bedcovers. She squeezed my mounds and pinched my nipples while her soft lips fluttered along my neck, kissed and sucked hard enough to leave a hickey.
“Give the camera a horny expression,” she whispered. “It’s above the television.”
My entire body quivered. I raised my hips and wiggled against her crotch. Though it was difficult to open my eyes and lift my gaze, I located the camera lens and licked my lips just like a porn star. “Ah, Giovanna, I want you to fuck me so badly.”
Seducing the camera turned me on like crazy. Though my job had a voyeur angle to it, I’d never considered performing in this manner. To know Frank would watch it later and hunger for us yet not be able to have us back in his bed sent a wicked thrill through me.
The sudden double-whack on my rump made me gasp, but the sting sent a warm rush of desire straight to my cunt. I added a groan for good measure.
“What a naughty bitch you are.” Gio leaned over, reached for the box and drew out a flexible double-dong. She climbed off me and flipped me over.
The abrupt move took me off guard but I quickly recovered. I sent a smoldering sidelong look at the camera and trailed a finger down the length of the dick. “Yum, I love being a naughty girl.”
The toy had a veined surface, a lifelike head and was about eight inches long. She climbed on top of me with her pussy against mine, pressed one end of the dong to my lips and forced them open. “Then suck it. Give it head.”
My pussy clenched and my clit throbbed. I inspected the lens again. The faint hint of rubber drifted under my nose as I circled my tongue around the tip and moaned.
“Love giving head.” I rose, wrapped my hand around it and took half the toy into my mouth. It did feel authentic on my tongue. It gave me the sensation of giving a real cock a blowjob. But having a woman slide it in and out of my mouth made me extra horny.
It ratcheted up yet another level when Gio bent down and took the other end in her mouth.
I let out a stifled scream.
Whoa. Sexy. For a woman who’s never done this before, she sure knows what she’s doing.
She winked at me, clearly a conspiratorial gesture. We got a tempo going so our mouths met. We pulled back, licked and took it in again. Our pussies and rigid clits grinded together in circular motions, faster, harder, slicker. She rubbed her nipples over mine. My breasts burned and heat spilled into my belly.
The banging on the living room door came from a peripheral zone in my consciousness. Frank’s muffled voice drifted into the bedroom. “Dammit, you two, let me in. Why the fuck did you lock me out?”
“Ignore it. Ignore him.” Gio pulled the cock out, set it aside on the bed and covered my mouth with hers. The wet warmth slid over my tongue and raced through my blood. She sucked my top lip between her teeth then my bottom lip. Low and husky, just so I could hear it, she said, “Now sit up. Let’s fuck each other. Show him what he’s going to be missing.”
I propped myself on one elbow and ran my hand down her arm. Silky. So silky my palm glided over her skin.
She took my hand and drew one of my fingers into her mouth. A carnal thrill raced up my arm.
I lifted her hand and licked her finger, following her lead by sucking it into my mouth.
“Mmm.” She moaned. Vibrations rippled along my nerves.
I longed for more. An urgent need to get that cock inside me caused me to blurt out a plea that sounded desperate to my ears. “Stick it inside me. Fuck me until I come.”
Giovanna snatched the toy and sat between my thighs, her other hand on the bed supporting her. She threw a leg over mine and guided mine over hers so we were in an opposite scissor-style position. Her gaze circled my juncture. “You look so scrumptious. Such a juicy pussy.”
She rubbed the cock around my cunt and massaged my clit with it. I held my breath and convulsed at intervals each time she found that sensitive spot. My head dropped back, my hair tickling my shoulders. Although I’d done some simulated kinky stuff on stage, I’d never ever been in something as exciting as this in my life. I realized what she’d meant by “fuck each other”. Now that I got the picture I yearned to have one end of that thing inside me and the other inside her at the same time.
And Frank would watch the recording later and be tortured. I smiled. Wicked. So wicked.
That’ll teach him to screw me over.
But as soon as the thought passed through my head guilt and sadness assailed me.
Why did it have to be this way? Why did he do this to me and leave me no alternative but to get revenge on him?
Frank pounded on the door again. “Open up now.”
His hoarse voice jolted me out of my mood. On the one hand this whole scenario of depriving him of our lovemaking turned me on. On the other I longed to run in there, jerk the door open and let him in so he could join us.
Giovanna pierced me with her sharp gaze. She whispered, “Jazmine. Remember what he did to us. Don’t listen to him. Screw him.”
I nodded but didn’t have time to speak. She touched the tip of the dong to my vaginal opening an
d pushed it inside me so unbelievably slow and sensually. “Oh god, that feels so incredible.”
“Don’t forget about me. Stick the other end in my cunt.” Gio wrapped her hand around the back of mine and guided it to the cock. The veiny surface rubbed along my palm. I outlined her pussy with the tip, moving it closer to the entrance.
Her head dropped back and she let go of my hand. She closed her eyes, moved her hips in a circular motion, massaging the toy with her pussy. “Mmm, yes. Just like that.”
I simulated her movements. Heat filled my groin. But I needed more, needed it deeper. I lay down, turned on my side and clutched her thigh. She did the same, mirroring me. We got a gentle tempo going. Our labia met, touched, pressed together and rubbed. We swallowed up the toy, our juices slurping. The sound rose so loud there was no way the recording wasn’t picking it up.
We pulled back, leaving just the ends inside our pussies. I kissed her calf and licked the smooth flesh, held on to her leg with desperation, reaching for my orgasm. She moaned and did the same to me. We fucked and ground our clits into each other’s upper thighs. Our movements escalated to near-violence. I moaned when the tip of the penis grazed my G-spot.
Amazing. This was so amazing and sexy. No, it was way more than that. Knowing the camera recorded our girl-on-girl lovemaking, and that Frank would see it later and be deprived of ever being with us again, gave me such a wanton thrill.
“Do it, Jaz. Come. Come with me. I’m almost there. I’m—” She growled. The sexy sound sent me over the edge. We held on to each other’s legs, our bodies convulsing. My inner muscles rippled around the cock and sent me into an intense climax. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t fuck her hard enough or fast enough.
The pleasure ebbed. We sighed together and relaxed. Sweat beaded on my chest and forehead. I panted and swiped my fingertips over it. “Holy mother of god. Was that ever mind-boggling.”
Giovanna pulled the toy out and threw it aside. “No kidding. I just confirmed I’m definitely bisexual.” She lifted her head and grinned at me. “What about you?”
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