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The invitation was unexpected. And, in my opinion, unearned. My husband Greg was new to Talbot Enterprises and there were several layers of management between himself and Bob Talbot, the President and CEO. Greg had barely finished the company’s rigid orientation and had just begun to join the seasoned legal eagles in their annual policy reviews to acclimate to the corporate culture.

Still, the prissy vellum envelope lay on my belly where Greg had dropped it as soon as he’d swept into the bedroom, proof of this unexpected turn. His face was ruddy from excitement and the run up the stairs to our third-storey apartment. I felt like The Grinch for letting my naturally suspicious nature question a windfall – a chance for Greg to spend some time alone with the boss and cultivate a valuable relationship.

‘Why do you suppose he asked us?’ I sat up, a bit perturbed that he was much more excited about the invitation to spend a weekend at the Talbots’ lodge than to find me nude and wearing clamps on my nipples, and my pussy shaved and glistening with opal glitter. However, I wasn’t about to spoil his moment of triumph simply because I was horny, and therefore grumpy. ‘Are you sure we’re the only other couple going to Cedar Lake this weekend?’

Greg didn’t answer because his glance had snagged at last on my glittering pussy. He nearly strangled himself yanking off his tie. Buttons pinged against the floor as he wrestled his way out of his dress shirt.

To forestall permanent injury to the treasure in his trousers, I reached for his buckle, tugged it open and jerked down his fly.

He was balls-deep before he said, ‘We’ll be the only couple there for the whole fucking weekend.’ His head swooped down, and he kissed me hard. ‘Up for it?’

What’s a girl gonna say when her hubby’s whole body is taut with excitement, and that’s saying a lot because he worked out to maintain his former linebacker physique?

I shoved aside my doubts, dug my nails into his ass and said, ‘Why not? Sounds like fun, babe.’

* * *

I’d first met Tess Talbot at a corporate wives tea. She’d presided over the gathering, wearing a white silk suit that moulded her lush curves, her platinum hair twisted into a neat bun. I’d been intimidated by the formality of the event – too many utensils and fragile porcelain – and by her stature. She was tall and shaped like Charlize Theron while I was built more like the little girl in Juno.

Further, she was very, very British – her diction crisply precise. I had to watch every word to keep from dropping ‘g’s and sounding like a hick.

At the tea, she’d been gracious, her glance taking in my girlish sheath dress without a curve to mar the straight lines. Even then, I’d imagined she’d been about to say something. Maybe a kindly suggestion to never wear yellow, or to tell me I had strawberry jam on my chin, something I’d discovered when I’d hit the ladies’ room later.

Now standing in the living room of their ‘little lodge’, a monstrous log and limestone house which towered over Cedar Lake, I still felt like a little brown mouse beside her luminous, moonlight-coloured dress and stunning face.

Greg’s arms slipped around my waist from behind and pulled me close to rub his crotch against my backside. Ever since he’d come back from sharing cigars on the veranda with Bob, he’d been downright giddy.

I slapped his arm. ‘Behave,’ I whispered, turning my head to deliver a mock frown. ‘Your boss is watching us.’

He laughed and nuzzled the side of my neck. ‘He doesn’t mind, baby.’ He bit my earlobe, then chuckled. ‘His wife is into you.’

I froze, my glance sliding to Tess, who stood beside Bob. Her husband’s hand rested on her hip, and he was leaning toward her ear as well, but whispering. Both of the Talbots stared directly at me.

‘What do you mean?’ I said, sure I’d misheard or that he was teasing me. He knew how uncomfortable I was. I’d been mostly mute throughout dinner while the men talked about work and the Texas political scene. Tess had chimed in a time or two, but for the most part had watched me much like a cat ready to pounce on a furry little rodent.

‘Haven’t you noticed that she hasn’t stopped staring all evening?’ Greg whispered in my ear. ‘I thought she’d reach across the table to pinch your nipple when you sat down. You almost fell out of that dress.’

I blushed. I’d found the dress in a local gift shop just that day but, as always, while it fitted snugly through the torso, my meagre breasts failed to fill out the top. ‘It’s the best I could do on short notice when I ran to town after lunch. Their invitation said it was a “casual weekend”. I wasn’t expecting to dress for dinner.’

Greg gave my cheek a smacking kiss then released me. ‘I’m telling you she’s not worried about the fact the dress doesn’t fit,’ he murmured. ‘Your nipples are hard. It’s hard not to stare.’

A flush of heat, not all of it due to embarrassment, crept from my cheeks to my chest. The tips of my nipples grew long when they were excited. Greg called them ‘stems’. Because of the low neckline and the fact the dress dipped low in the back as well, I hadn’t been able to wear a bra. My nipples poked at the front of the dress.

‘It’s cold in here,’ I said, wrapping my arms over my chest.

‘Sure it is,’ he murmured. ‘But she’s not looking because she thinks you should’ve worn a bra. Bob hinted that his wife likes a playmate for these weekends.’

‘So I’m along to entertain her?’ I drew a deep breath. ‘You know I’m not good at small talk.’

Greg snorted. ‘You weren’t just “not good” tonight – you sucked. You’ve hardly said a word to her all evening. You’re never this tense.’

It was true, but I hoped he put my silence down to fatigue. The drive from Austin to the Talbots’ lakeside lodge had been a long one and, despite the air conditioning, I felt wilted inside and out. The last thing I wanted him to guess was that I had a major girl-crush on the boss’s wife. Inappropriate, much?

Greg gave me a wink. ‘Don’t worry about tonight. We all had a long drive. Bob and I are hittin’ the golf course in the morning. It’ll just be you girls. You’ll have a chance to get to know each other.’

‘I’m sure we’ll be bosom buddies,’ I muttered.

Greg laughed. ‘Yeah, about that … I have the feeling she’s interested in more than talkin’ about the next ladies’ tea.’

‘What are you sayin’?’

He arched a brow, devilment glittering in his dark eyes. ‘Just that I won’t consider it cheatin’ – but I do get to hear all the dirty details.’

I scoffed. ‘Stop teasing. They’ll hear.’

‘Baby, I’m tellin’ you, she’s the one who put the bug in the boss’s ear to get us here. She’s the one who made our golf date. Miz Talbot’s been checkin’ out your boobs and ass all evening. I think she wants you.’

I shook my head, my cheeks on fire. But I couldn’t deny something else was just as hot – now when I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together.

‘All the dirty details,’ he whispered.

God, I loved him.

* * *

Dressed in a silk robe I’d found on a hook behind the bathroom door, I sat at the breakfast table with Tess. We waved through the window at the men as they climbed into Bob’s Beemer. The men smiled. Greg gave a waggle of his eyebrows, and then they were gone.

When my gaze returned to her, she smiled like the Cheshire cat. ‘This is nice,’ she said peering at me over the rim of her teacup. ‘Just us girls. How ever will we entertain ourselves?’

I bit the corner of my lip, a blush beginning to heat my cheeks, because she looked like a movie star, and her robe had parted, revealing a deep, luscious décolletage. I had a weakness for lovely bosoms, something Greg indulged with the porno flicks he brought home, featuring generously endowed women.

Tess set her cup in her saucer and leaned over the table. ‘Do you mind doing something for me?’

My glance darted up from her chest. Since Greg had been so adamant about his suspicions, I already had an inkling what would happen this day. I nodded, hoping my husband hadn’t been dead wrong. ‘What do you have in mind, Tess?’ I asked, keeping my expression open and innocent.

Her lush mouth pursed. ‘I thought we might get to know each other. You’re really very lovely. So petite. I couldn’t help noticing. Do you mind opening your robe, my dear? I’ve been dying to see your breasts.’

I cleared my throat. ‘My breasts. You want to see them?’

‘Yes, dear. Now.’

My nipples tingled, beginning to slowly ripen. ‘Um, is my husband’s job at risk?’ I asked, my voice small and breathy. I glanced up from beneath my eyelashes, letting her know this was part of the game, something that pleased me, pretending reluctance because I wanted my sexual partner to be in charge.

Her mouth twitched then flattened. Her chin rose to a haughty angle. ‘You don’t have to do a thing, my dear. However, you should know that when I’m pleased, so is Bob.’

‘Oh.’ I sank my teeth into my lower lip and let my gaze slide away. Then holding my breath, I leaned back in my seat and eased aside the lapels of the floral silk robe, one side at a time, holding the belt closed to preclude a view of anything farther south. The lapels framed my breasts. ‘They’re small,’ I said, feeling like I should apologise.

‘Your nipples aren’t.’ She rose in her seat and reached across to tug on a lengthening stem.

I hadn’t expected her to be quite that bold. I drew in a deep, jagged breath. Arousal bloomed, dampening my pussy and likely leaving a wet spot beneath me. From her hard challenging stare, I didn’t think she’d mind.

Her fingertips tightened painfully on my nipple, and she pulled, drawing me off my chair and around the table until I bent over her, breasts level with her mouth. She turned her seat to face me, then leaned forward and tongued the other nipple, which already protruded.

Everything was happening so fast, all I could do was react. All thoughts of how I must look or sound flew out of my head. I gasped and whimpered as she twisted the one nipple and lavished its twin with succulent tugs and wicked flicks. My nipples drew tighter, dimpling, the tips elongating. Glancing down, I loved the way her mouth sucked on one of them like a straw, drawing so hard I felt the pull all the way to my cunt. I grasped the arms of her chair and arched my back to thrust my breasts closer, mashing the one she suckled against her face.

Her chuckle was muffled and dry. When she pulled back, she raised a brow. ‘It’s quite warm in here. You don’t really need that robe, do you?’ she said, pinching both my nipples hard.

I glanced out the window, at the long manicured lawn and the lakeshore that rimmed the edge. There wasn’t a soul around to see me as I eagerly shimmied out of the robe, letting it puddle on the floor behind me. I clasped my hands in front of my pussy, assuming a modest stance.

Her gaze raked my body, lingering on my pussy before coming back to my face. ‘You’re pretty. I can see why Greg dotes. Do you lead him around by your pretty cunt?’

I was shocked by her words, but not disgusted. Pleasure melted from inside me, glazing my inner thighs. ‘I like him taking the lead,’ I said softly, then, even softer still, I added, ‘I like it even better when he forces me to do … things.’

She nodded crisply and let go of my tit. Her back stiffened as she faced forward again, pushed her dishes away, then tapped the table top in front of her. ‘Lie on the table, legs spread in front of me. I like a little marmalade on my muffin.’

Dazed by the hard, commanding note in her voice, I found myself backing up to the table, giving a little hop that jiggled my buttocks. Then I lifted my legs and scooted toward her. Centred, I peered at her set expression through my parted legs and placed my feet on her chair’s armrests. Her features remained neutral, her eyes narrowed. Not until I was staring at the ceiling did I realise how eager I was, how completely and deliciously she dominated me.

Cool gel landed on my mound, and I glanced down to where she spooned apple jelly onto my pussy – two large spoonfuls, which she proceeded to distribute with her long, tapered fingers. Sticky jelly cooled my swelling outer lips.

‘I like that it’s bare,’ she said, her voice uninflected. Then she bent and stuck out her tongue to lick at the mess she’d made. ‘I love jam on a hot, toasted muffin.’

I bit back a smile, then jerked when she bit one lip. My pussy contracted. The point of her tongue burrowed into my entrance, and I forced myself to relax. She entered me, swirling inside and continuing to spread and demolish the cool jelly with efficient flicks and swipes.

Her hands flattened on my inner thighs, and I realised I’d held them tensed until she forced them down. Fully open, wonderfully vulnerable, I lay on my back, thighs splayed as Tess bent over me, fully savouring her meal.

Gone was the spoon. She thrust two fingers into the jelly and painted my labia again, then pushed the two taloned digits inside me.

‘Oh!’ I gasped, wondering at the proper etiquette. Should I moan? Thrash? Should I come? That question became more urgent as her fingers swirled, and her lips began to nibble at my clitoris. ‘Tess?’

‘Mmmm?’ she said, thrusting and sucking, her face disappearing from view.

Lord, I was nearly done, overcome with the tension coiling deep inside my belly. I glanced out the window and had one last thought for any passers-by. ‘Tess!’ I came up on my elbows, and she slowly raised her head.

Her mouth was covered in glistening jelly. Her lips were reddened, swollen as my cunt. ‘You shouldn’t rest your elbows on the table, dear.’

She was lecturing me on manners? ‘Tess, I … can we take the jelly somewhere else?’

Her smile stretched across her face. ‘I’ve just the spot.’

The ‘spot’ was hers and Bob’s bed. ‘The sheets will be a mess,’ I said, trailing behind her, jelly sticking to my thighs.

‘Not to worry. Bob and I often eat in bed,’ she said and gave a bark of laughter. ‘Now lie down, but don’t get too comfortable. Can’t have you nodding off.’

As if. I lay back, instantly opening my legs, waiting impatiently as Tess peeled off her robe and let it drop. She stood still for a moment to let me look.

She was perfectly formed. Breasts as large as melons, nipples a creamy, satiny beige. Her belly was taut, her hips full. Her pussy – I licked my lips, because hers was smooth as well, her inner lips a pink fringe that protruded from between smallish outer labia.

‘Now, now, I know you barely touched your breakfast.’ Tess crawled onto the bed beside me, then tipped the jelly jar and stuck her fingers inside. This time, she smoothed it over her own bare pussy. When she side-stepped over me and settled her pussy above my mouth, I didn’t mind, because hers was already buried between my legs.

While she slathered my cunt with wet open-mouthed kisses and spike-tongued flutters, I munched on hers, finding her smallish lips a tasty treat as I licked her clean from clit to asshole, then settled in to suck that pretty pink fringe. I smoothed the jelly with a fingertip, working it upward until I rubbed it onto her small puckered hole. Her body quivered above me. Her knees widened, giving me greater access.

We were so in tune. Our mouths slowed and sipped, lashed and bit in unison, fingers plunging into ass and cunt with wild abandon.

Again, I approached the precipice, cunt clenching around her fingers, my hips pulsing up and down. ‘Tess?’

‘Go, already,’ she groaned, her voice muffled, her enunciation less than precise. ‘I’m holding on by a bloody thread here, girl,’ she gasped. ‘By all means, come!’

My hips popped, lifting her with my powerful swells.

Her pussy lowered, grinding against my mouth and tongue. I breathed noisily through my nostrils, but flicked my tongue at her clit as she was doing to mine, until the spiral broke, and I arched, fingers digging into her round ass.

Moments later, I recovered to find her body slumped atop mine, my chin cupped against her pussy. I laughed, and she stirred with a moan.

‘Do you think the boys enjoyed themselves half as much today?’ I asked, my voice lazy and happy because I was still riding a euphoric high.

Tess pushed up, then backed away, her pussy then the tender undersides of her large breasts disappearing from view. ‘If they’re lucky, they might find another jar of jam in the fridge when they return.’

My eyes widened.

Tess snickered. ‘It isn’t cheating if all they do is watch.’

* * *

Greg goose-stepped me up the stairs, a hand cupping my elbow to hurry me along. Once we passed the door, he kicked it shut.

I backed away, deliberately scuffling toward the bed, although I kept my eyes wide and my bottom lip quivering. ‘You’re frightening me,’ I said, although he really wasn’t. His arms were tangled in his short-sleeved shirt as he wrestled it over his head. When it cleared, he tossed it to the floor, then strode toward me, evil intent in his narrowed gaze. ‘She said I had to,’ I whined, ‘that your job was on the line.’

His hands reached for me, and he whirled me around and bent me over the side of the bed. ‘Imagine my shock and disgust – my wife with her ass in the air, her nasty pussy exposed for my employer to see – and covered in strawberry jelly!’

A slap landed on my buttocks, and I groaned and tried to twist away, but he held me down with a hand at the centre of my back as he spanked me several more times.

My ass warmed as he punished me with firm swats across both buttocks before centring sharper, quicker slaps on my hot pussy. ‘I was humiliated,’ he said cheerfully. ‘I don’t know how I’ll hold up my head.’

I giggled, but the next swat landed so hard against my wet flesh that my gaping hole suctioned on his palm as he pulled away. His hand rubbed me there, then fingers thrust straight into my sticky pussy. ‘And worse, there’s no jam left for tomorrow’s breakfast.’

I’d have laughed, but didn’t have the breath. Fingers worked in and out, and his other hand moved from my back. I came up on my elbows and glanced behind me just as he knelt and burrowed his face into my sopping folds.

‘Tess enjoyed herself,’ I said. ‘She’s got quite the appetite … for mahrm-a-lahd,’ I said, stretching my vowels to mimic her accent.

‘I’ve got quite an appetite myself,’ Greg growled. Then he thrust three fingers inside my dripping channel and twisted his hand, screwing them in deeper.

I tilted my ass higher, the scent of apples, strawberries, and the lingering tease of Tess’s lovely sea-fresh pussy wafting in the air. ‘Tell me. Did Bob see me?’

‘Mmmm?’ Greg vibrated, but didn’t lift his head to say more.

‘Do you think he liked seeing me eating his muffin?’

Greg bit my clit, then thrust a fourth finger inside me, pushing in and pulling out. ‘He likes your appetite. I fear we’ll be spending many more dreadfully boring weekends here on the lake.’

I smiled, laying my face on the coverlet and enjoying the pull of the fabric on the jam stuck to my cheeks. When Greg replaced his hand with his cock, I floated in a happy, lusty haze, imagining the next time Tess and I would munch on each others’ goodies … savouring the taste of muffins and marmalade.