“Jesus, Akira.”
“Tell me.”
“Zoe’s holding her by her hair. She can’t move.”
David slapped his cock against the girl’s lower lip, teasing her. Zoe leaned over the woman. “If you suck him very well, I will let you be fucked. And you can come,” she said to Tess sternly. “But if you do not, then I will send you home unsatisfied. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tess whimpered.
Zoe wrapped her hand around her husband’s dick and jacked it until a drop of precome appeared on the tip. She guided Zoe’s head closer until her lips enclosed the thick girth. Zoe was the one who controlled the motions and the depth of the action. With one hand she played with David’s saliva-slick cock, the other was still gripping Tess’s hair.
“How is she, darling?” Zoe crooned.
“Not as good as you,” David rasped.
“Did you hear that?” she asked Tess. She fondled her husband’s balls. “Deeper. Choke on it.” She urged the woman’s face farther until she gagged, gave her a respite, and did it again.
A thought popped into Jacob’s brain. He shifted and opened his mouth to speak, but then hesitated.
“What?” Akira asked quietly.
She was studying him as intently as he watched the action on the stage. “How long have they been married? David and Zoe?”
She pushed his shirt aside so her teeth could worry his shoulder. “High school sweethearts.”
They were in their late thirties, at least. A long time. “He seems as comfortable up there as she does.”
“They’re well suited to each other.”
Was that a trace of wistfulness he heard? He tightened his hold on her, but her head remained bent, tasting the skin of his neck and chest. “Do you think they ever get jealous?”
She froze and glanced up, her eyes wary. “No.”
His blood was pounding so hard his head ached in concert with his dick, but he was intrigued by the forceful response. “You’re that certain?”
“Maybe he’d be jealous if she secretly went out to dinner with another person. Not here, darling. Not with this. Pleasure is fluid and meant to be shared.” She paused. “But, that’s an attitude most people don’t have. I can’t imagine you, for instance, would be okay with your girlfriend or wife having sex with other people.”
His heart stopped and then galloped at the words “girlfriend or wife.”
He thought what life would be like if Akira was his girlfriend.
Dear Lord. It would be loud and dramatic and frequently annoying, but never boring. They would fight all the time. Laugh all the time.
Fuck all the time. Whenever he wanted.
Could he share her sexually? If she was his partner?
His gaze shifted to the debauchery over her shoulder. Zoe stood behind Tess now, her legs straddling the girl’s as she bobbed the woman over her husband’s cock. David groaned, his gaze drifting back and forth between the woman on her knees and the woman he was married to. As Tess bottomed out, he leaned forward and grabbed Zoe by the neck, bringing her in so he could kiss her. As their lips parted, Jacob caught a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth.
Jacob pulled Akira closer. “I might.”
“Might what?”
He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. Let it go when she sighed. “Might be okay with sharing my girlfriend or my wife. If I was there. If I was a part of it. If she was sharing with me.”
A tremor went through her, so slight he would have missed it if he weren’t hugging her close.
“You’re just saying that.”
