"Suburban Cable just thought it would be fun for its bored, discontented, overweight housewives to have a little interactive amus.e.m.e.nt, huh?" Nora said caustically.
He shrugged. "I don"t know. Nora, my darling, why can"t you just accept what"s happening? The apartment. Me. We"ve been created out of your deepest imagination. Why are you unhappy with us?"
"I don"t understand it," Nora admitted to him.
"Do you have to understand everything?" he asked. "Look, Nora, your friends turned you on to The Channel because they thought it was time, and they felt you needed it. Right now your reality sucks, and you need your fantasies if you"re going to survive what"s coming. Isn"t that so? d.a.m.n, Nora, I want to reach out, take you in my arms, and comfort you. This isn"t bad. It"s good. Put your hand on mine, darling, and come over, Red Rover. I"ll make the sadness go away, I promise you. I will." He stood directly before her, filling the television screen, pressing his big palm, fingers outspread, up for her to match with his. "Nora," he begged her, "please!"
This is not real, one side of her brain said. You are not having a conversation with a man in the TV. Well, if it isn"t real, then why don"t you put your hand on his and prove it? the other side of her brain taunted her. What if she actually put her hand up and was zapped into that dream apartment with this dream man, and he turned out to be a monster? She laughed bitterly. Would he be any worse than the man to whom she was married? Who was about to leave her for another woman? This was a dream. It was! So she was going to put her hand on his, and maybe she would be in that apartment, and then what?
Go ahead, the little voice in her head pressed her. Why are you always so afraid to try something new? Whatever you do with Kyle, at least it"s only in your imagination. Not like your cheating husband, who is probably banging his girlfriend right now without a thought for you, or the children you share.
She put her spoon aside, and arose from her recliner. Kneeling before the television, she matched her hand to his. One hundred and twenty pounds and a pair of perky b.o.o.bs, here I come! And Nora smiled to herself as she thought it. Still it wasn"t going to happen, and she knew it. But what the h.e.l.l! It was only a wild dream. A wonderful wild dream. And then her head began to spin.
Chapter Two.
She actually felt a popping sensation within her body. Her head began to clear, and there was the distinct feeling of arms about her. Strong arms, and a very hard body. Nervously Nora opened her eyes and looked up into a pair of leaf green eyes laughing down at her. "Kyle?" she whispered. G.o.d! He was even better looking close-up. She closed her eyes again. This was not happening.
"Yes, Nora, darling, it"s me," the rough-edged deep voice a.s.sured her, and she felt the kiss he pressed to the top of her head.
Nora"s eyes flew open again. It was happening. It really was happening!
"I"m glad you finally got up enough courage to come over, Red Rover," he teased gently. Then taking her hand, he drew her over to a mirror, understanding exactly what her next thoughts were going to be.
Nora gasped softly. She stared hard at her image in the polished gla.s.s. She looked about thirty! Her hair was bright again, a long and luxurious mop of red gold curls that tumbled with reckless abandon over her shoulders. There wasn"t a dimple of cellulite to be seen on her milky thighs or rounded knees. And she was wearing the most deliciously scanty garment, what little there was of it.
"Oh, my," Nora breathed, admiring herself in the very short black silk robe that was covering what appeared to be a voluptuously ripe and lush body.
Fascinated, she watched as standing behind her, he reached out to pull the sash of the garment open. Sliding his big hands around her torso, he displayed two perfectly firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s to her view. "These are very nice," he admired, fondling her gently. "Very, very nice, Nora." His hands were warm. His touch was wonderfully sensual.
"Ummm," Nora murmured. She closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure his hands were giving her. She could feel the moisture already forming between her nether lips. She pressed herself back against the hard body, grinding her b.u.t.tocks slowly into his groin. All her fears were gone. This man, or whatever he was, had no intention of harming her. She sensed it. He wanted only to please her. This was a fantasy, and she was in charge. Suddenly all her inhibitions drained away. Nora Buckley was ent.i.tled to something of her own even if it was only in her imagination.
According to Kyle she could demand all those tantalizing things she had always wanted to try. Things Jeff wouldn"t even consider doing with her because he thought that wives should just lie still and get f.u.c.ked by their husbands. He was probably doing those things with his girlfriend, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d! He always said if she obtained no pleasure in their lovemaking, it was her fault, not his. But how did you gain pleasure from being slammed on your back, screwed quickly, and then told to shower before you slept? There had never been any foreplay, and it was always done in the dark.
Well, d.a.m.nit, it hadn"t been her fault. It had been his, and she had always known it. He used her to relieve his l.u.s.t, and nothing more. In the beginning she hadn"t understood that, being a virgin, and not particularly well-informed. But she had heard her friends talking, and it had encouraged her to read more about s.e.x. Once in an effort to spice up his performance she had suggested he spank her, and she put her fingers in her mouth and told him that she had been a very bad girl. Jeff had recoiled, and angrily demanded to know where she had gotten such a perverted idea. After that, she didn"t dare suggest he use his tongue on her. She had read the tongue was a terrific and sensual organ. Her husband had never even French-kissed her.
Nora opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror again. She turned slowly to admire herself. Wow! What a body she had imagined. It was perfect. She hadn"t looked that good since she was twenty. h.e.l.l, she had never looked this good. She turned around herself in his arms so they were facing one another, her hands fastened onto the towel wrapped about his lean loins. She pulled it away. "Turnabout is fair play," she told him softly.
"You just want to see my d.i.c.k, you naughty creature," he answered with a wicked grin. Then he stepped back so she might get the full view.
Nora"s pulse raced as she stared at his male member. She was certain that Jeff"s p.e.n.i.s was a normal size. Kyle"s, however, was very definitely supersized. Even in its current quiet state it was very long, and thick. Reaching out, she took him in her hand. Her fingers wandered slowly, teasingly, down the length of him. Almost immediately she felt him begin to harden. Her hand slipped beneath him, cupping the sac containing his b.a.l.l.s in her palm. He was, to use an old expression, heavy hung. "Very nice." She smiled up at him. "Very, very nice."
He chuckled, and the sound was rich. It warmed her all over. "We"re going to have fun, Red Rover, aren"t we?" he said.
She nodded slowly. "Yep," she agreed. "We"re going to have lots of fun, Kyle. I still don"t know how all this is possible, but I think for now I"ll stop trying to figure it all out. I don"t really care anymore." She gave his b.a.l.l.s a gentle squeeze.
"Good girl!" he approved. Then he took the hand playing with him and said, "Come on, Nora. We"re both anxious for that first f.u.c.k, aren"t we? And just look what that wicked little hand of yours has done."
She gazed down, and her mouth made a small O of surprise. His p.e.n.i.s was swollen, the tip of it almost ruby red in color now. Supersized didn"t even begin to describe it now. She had never imagined a male organ that big. But she must have if he was standing there with it practically waving at her.
She followed him across the living room, as he opened a pair of double doors into a s.p.a.cious, luxuriously furnished bedroom. The same city skyline view she had seen through the living room windows was available through the bedroom windows. And similar French doors opened out onto a large planted terrace. A Kwanzan cherry tree in full pink bloom pressed its branches against a corner of the doors. But she had no time to really inspect her new surroundings because he was pushing her back onto a bed covered with black satin sheets.
"Open wide for Papa," he said, kissing her. The mouth exploring hers was hungry and wet. Next it pressed slowly on her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, as his big hands held her head between them. "You are so sweet," he murmured low. "So very, very sweet!"
I am in paradise, Nora thought as his gentle pa.s.sion began to claim her. She felt him nudge her thighs apart with a knee. She spread herself without argument. He filled her with one smooth thrust. "Oh, G.o.d!" Nora moaned, but after just a few hard strokes of that thick, long p.e.n.i.s she came, her juices mixing with his as he exploded inside her. "Oh, Kyle! That was so good," she exclaimed, sighing gustily. His weight on her felt wonderful. Suddenly she realized that he hadn"t withdrawn his p.e.n.i.s from her v.a.g.i.n.a. She could actually feel it throbbing and very hot within her. She looked at him questioningly.
"I told you the first time it would be fast because we both needed it," he reminded her, "but the second time is gonna be real slow. I"m going to make you scream, Nora. I"m a man of my word." Still buried within her he drew her up slightly and, leaning forward, began to lick at the nipples of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His mouth closed over one nipple, and he sucked hard on it.
"Do it to me again!" she hissed at him.
"Not yet," he said, releasing the nipple, and looking into her eyes. "I"m going to teach you that it doesn"t have to be fast. That you don"t have to grab at your satisfaction, Nora. It will be there for you whenever you want it." His lips moved to the other nipple.
The tug of his mouth on her flesh was maddening. The sensation of his thick c.o.c.k filling her but not yet fully pleasuring her was beginning to anger her. "Do it to me!" she insisted. She wiggled slightly against him, pressing down. "Do it to me now!" She was being wanton. She had always wanted to be wanton. Just as she had always liked s.e.x, but hadn"t been allowed to have enough of it in the years she had been married to Jeff. But no more! This was her fantasy, and Nora Buckley was going to get everything she had always wanted. Wouldn"t her friends be surprised if they knew that their nice friend was a s.e.x-starved wanton. She laughed aloud. "Do it, Kyle!" she commanded him. "Now! I want to be f.u.c.ked hard, and mindless. You can do it! You can!"
He bit her nipple sharply, and then a slow smile lit his features. "At my lady"s service," he told her.
"Yes!" Nora cried. "Isn"t that what you"re here for, Kyle? To service me in any way I want it, and any time I want it?" She felt the thrill of control race through her.
"That"s exactly what I"m here for, Nora," he acquiesced, laying her back down again, kissing her fiercely.
s.e.x! Pure raw s.e.x without any entanglements. Without guilt. s.e.x with a man whose sole aim was to please her. To make her feel good. Love had absolutely nothing to do with it. Nor did duty, or whatever else anyone expected of her. For the first time in her life Nora felt the taste of freedom. Spread shamelessly on black satin sheets. A handsome man with a very large and very talented c.o.c.k plunging in and out of her. And it was wonderful!
His mouth demanded her full attention as it worked its way across her face, her throat, and her lips again. His p.e.n.i.s was driving her into a frenzy of pleasure such as she had never, ever known in all of her life. Why couldn"t it have been this way with Jeff? she thought briefly. Jeff, whom she had once loved, but was startled to realize she no longer loved. Other husbands and wives remained lovers. Why hadn"t they? But it didn"t matter anymore.
She wrapped her long legs around Kyle"s muscled torso, groaning as each new position gave him greater access to her body. He plunged deeper into the hot, wet maw of her boiling s.e.x. "Do it! Do it!" she screamed as she kissed his ear, and then nipped the lobe. Her fingers dug at his muscled shoulders, the nails clawing down his long back. She strained against him, almost resisting.
"Little b.i.t.c.h!" he growled at her. "Can"t get enough, can you?" His groin slammed violently into hers as he worked his p.e.n.i.s back and forth. "This is just the beginning," he told her. "The things I"m going to do to you and make you do to me, baby, you"re going to love it. You are so hot, Nora!" He thrust and pumped harder, and even harder as he saw the subtle changes beginning to take place on her face, felt the faint quiver beginning deep inside her body. "Come on, Nora," he taunted her, licking at her ear, pushing the tip of his tongue to and fro in it, simulating there what he was doing with his p.e.n.i.s in her hot, slick v.a.g.i.n.a. "You want to scream, baby! I can feel what"s going on inside of you, Nora! Let it happen! Let it happen!"
She was burning up. She was ready to combust. He seemed to be getting harder and longer with each jab of his talented c.o.c.k, and she loved it! She had only climaxed once in her entire life. The second time she and Jeff had had s.e.x after they were married. He had scolded her for crying out. Unladylike, he told her. Decent women didn"t howl like banshees. But now the spasms rocking her very being were turning into violent tremors. Nora opened her mouth, shrieking with the pleasure her lover was engendering in her. "Oh, G.o.d, yes! Don"t stop, darling! Don"t stop! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Oh! Ohhh, G.o.dddd!" She shuddered violently, and then for the first time in her life fainted.
But she revived herself quickly, shutting her eyes tight, praying, Oh, don"t let me be back in that d.a.m.ned recliner yet! Let me still be on the bed with the black satin sheets, and the marvelous Mr. Gorgeous by my side. Then she felt a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flew open in spite of herself.
"Told you I could make you scream," he said, pleased with himself, and smiling his warm, crooked smile at her. "You"re going to come every time I f.u.c.k you, Red Rover. Every. Single. Time," he told her with emphasis on each word.
"Threat or promise?" she asked, recovered, and smiling up at him. "Either way is okay with me, darling Kyle."
He laughed. "Want to take a shower now?" he asked, getting off the bed.
"The bathroom"s through there, right?" She pointed to another set of double doors on a far wall.
He nodded.
"It better have one of those great big tubs as well as a shower," Nora said, rising.
"It"s your fantasy," he responded. "Want to go look?"
It was exactly as she had always dreamed it would be. Not some small utilitarian room with a tub/shower, sink, and toilet. This was a great big light and airy chamber with long arched windows offering another view of the cityscape. The Italian-tile floor was heated. It felt wonderful beneath her bare feet. The commode because in a room like this you wouldn"t call it a toilet and the bidet were set behind lacquered white doors that could be closed for privacy.
Kyle sat her on the bidet. Then, kneeling, he adjusted the water for temperature and direction, turning the bidet on. After a moment he reached between her thighs and washed her with a soft flannel cloth, then let the water caress her s.e.xual anatomy for a moment or two more. It was the most sensual and intimate thing any man had ever done to her or for her. Turning the water off, he drew her up, and gave her a lingering kiss. "Come and see the rest of the room, Nora," he invited her.
In one corner of the room was a large curved gla.s.s and tile shower. And the tub was an enormous rectangle of marble sunk into the floor. There were two steps leading down into the perfumed water. A mirrored wall was fitted with two marble sinks, each set on its own single column, and no tacky cabinets beneath. The large closet in the bathroom was opened to reveal shelves filled with black and white towels of thick Egyptian cotton terry, along with matching robes and wraps.
"Gold fixtures," Nora murmured almost to herself. "Jeff thinks gold fixtures are vulgar," she told Kyle, "but I like them. Where"s the ma.s.seur?"
"He"s available whenever you want him," Kyle said, not even blinking at her request. He pointed to the small cell phone affixed on the wall by the sinks. "We can call when you"re ready for him."
"He"s blond, right?" Nora asked. "Austrian with one of those cute accents, and his name is Rolf?"
Kyle nodded, his leaf green eyes twinkling. "Yes, ma"am. He"s exactly as you want him to be."
"I don"t think I ever want to go back to reality," Nora said, sighing.
"Everyone has to face reality eventually, Red Rover," he answered her. "That"s what makes our fantasies so very special." Then, walking across the room, he opened the shower doors and turned on the faucets. "Come on. We"re both pretty rank, and the night is young. You still aren"t satisfied. I can tell."
"I"ve probably never been, considering all the years Jeff has ignored me while he played around," Nora said bitterly. "And what happens if whoever invented The Channel takes it away?"
"You"re asking me questions I can"t answer, Nora," Kyle told her. "Don"t worry about what hasn"t happened yet, if it ever happens. Let"s just enjoy the moment." He held out his hand to her. "Come on, baby."
Taking the hand, Nora let him draw her into the shower. There were water jets spouting at her from every angle. She could have sworn that the shower water was perfumed too. But was such a thing possible? Hey, why not? It was her fantasy, after all.
"This is a liquid-soap dispenser," Kyle said as he showed her a small spigot and matching b.u.t.ton in the tiled wall. He pressed it, and began rubbing the slick substance across her shoulders. His big hands worked down her back, and over her rounded b.u.t.tocks. Then he let the water jets rinse her back clean before turning her about and washing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her torso, and the luxuriant curls covering her pubic mound. The water rinsed her again.
"My turn!" Nora told him gaily. She pushed the b.u.t.ton, and her hand was filled with the sweet smelling soap. She began to wash him in the same manner as he had washed her, hands smoothing over hard flesh. His shoulders were broad. His torso was narrow. His b.u.t.t simply adorable. She couldn"t resist giving it a little squeeze. "You"ve got the cutest tush," she told him. Then she let the water rinse him.
He turned about so she might wash his front. Her hands worked leisurely across his chest while his hands began to caress her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, moving down along her rib cage, and finally to her belly. Her hands followed his every move. She soaped his pubic hair, fondling his hairy b.a.l.l.s with a teasing motion, washing his p.e.n.i.s, which was growing harder with each stroke of her hands. His response was to be expected. Reaching down, he pushed between her nether lips into her v.a.g.i.n.a with two fingers to tease her back. Then they were kissing again while the hot water pouring over them began to feel cool in relation to the heat their bodies were generating with their rising s.e.xual arousal.
His hands cupped her b.u.t.tocks as he backed her into the tile wall of the shower. The fingers were withdrawn, replaced by his hard p.e.n.i.s as he lifted her up, then lowered her onto his eager organ. She sheathed him entirely, her arms tightening about his neck. f.u.c.k! That was all it seemed she wanted to do. f.u.c.k! She was soaking wet from her head to her toes, and all she wanted to do was pleasure herself on this man"s talented c.o.c.k. She groaned almost angrily as she felt her climax coming much too quickly. "No, d.a.m.nit!"
"Let it happen," he hissed in her ear. "There"s going to be more where that came from, Nora. I never get tired. Let it happen, and just enjoy."
"Ahhhh!" She could help herself, and she immediately wanted more.
Kyle laughed softly, and kissed her tenderly as his arms went about her. He set her down on her feet again. "Poor Red Rover," he said. "I can only imagine what it has been like for you with Jeff. He didn"t give a d.a.m.n about you. Just grabbed his own pleasure and left you hanging. A wham-bam man, right?" His big hand stroked Nora"s wet hair. "Once you get used to me, Nora, you"ll see that you don"t have to rush. I told you. I"m tireless. I can go on just as long as you need me to go on. I"m going to teach you to take your time and get all the pleasure you want. Trust me."
She could feel his heart thumping beneath her cheek. The hot water was. .h.i.tting them from all sides as she stood there getting her breath back. "I never," she began, "in all the years I"ve been married got the kind of pleasure from Jeff that I"m getting from you. I wasn"t even certain this kind of pleasure really existed except in the minds of romance novelists. But you"re right. I"m so afraid you"ll come before me that I climax too quickly. We"ve got to work on that, Kyle. It"s my fantasy, after all."
"We"re going to, darling, and won"t it be fun," he answered with a grin.
"Let"s get out of here," Nora said. "I"m starting to prune. And I do believe that I"m ready for Rolf, my ma.s.seur, now."
"Shameless and insatiable," Kyle chuckled as they stepped from the shower. "The two qualities I like best in a woman. Here." He handed her one of the large towels. "Dry off while I call down for Rolf." He wrapped a towel about his lean loins, and walking across the floor, he picked up the cell from its wall cradle, speaking softly into it.
Nora wrapped her hair in the towel he had given her, taking another to dry herself off. She felt so alive. She had been f.u.c.ked three times in what? An hour? Two hours? She had absolutely no conception of time here. Did it matter? How long could this last, and could she order The Channel again whenever she wanted it? Surely they didn"t put a limit on something as wonderful as this. That would be too cruel. She wondered if Kyle knew.
"Rolf will be right up," Kyle said, coming across the heated floor from the phone, and toweling himself as he walked. "Turn around, and I"ll get your back, baby."
"Can I order The Channel whenever I want it?" Nora asked him. "I mean, do they put a limit on it?"
"Not that I"ve ever heard," he responded. "Does that mean you want to come back?" He slid his hands around to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, teasing the nipples, which responded immediately to his touch.
"h.e.l.l," Nora said, "I don"t ever want to leave. Stop, or I"m going to go down on you, Kyle. You"re getting me all hot again."
"Hi there!" A voice with an Austrian accent.
They turned to to see a blond man standing in the wide doorway of the bathroom.
"I"m Rolf. Shall we do it here, or in the bedroom?" He was carrying a folded table with him, and had a pouch slung across his barrel chest.
Nora"s eyes wandered boldly over the young man. Medium height. Muscled, but not ugly muscles. A stocky hard body. Blue eyes. Rosy cheeks. Naked. She licked her lips. Well, h.e.l.l, they were naked too. It made it all so much easier. His genitals were very nicely formed, and she admired them. Rolf would do a lot more than just give her a ma.s.sage, and she found she could hardly wait. "Set your table up in here," she told him. "Kyle, darling, why don"t you take a break."
"Don"t I get to watch?" he demanded.
"Do you want to watch?" she teased him. G.o.d! This was so exciting.
"Only if you want me to," he countered, but she could tell he did.
"I"ll call you when I want you, then," Nora told him. She was in charge here, and she wanted to punish him just a little because she could. The jealousy she saw flare in his eyes gave her a great sense of satisfaction.
Rolf set up his table near the bathing pool. Taking a pale peach-colored percale sheet from his pouch, he flipped it over the table. "Let"s start you on your back," he told her, helping her up onto the table. "Ever had a ma.s.sage before?"
"I"m a virgin," she told him provocatively.
The blue eyes danced. "I"m very good with virgins," he replied. "Close your eyes now, and let me do my thing, sweetie."
"Are you?" she answered him boldly.
"So I"ve been told. You be the judge, Nora. If I"m a bad boy, you can spank me," he teased. "Gardenia or almond oil? I"ve got both."
"Gardenia." She closed her eyes as ordered, and imagined Rolf bent over the couch in the living room while she spanked him with a hairbrush, turning those plump white cheeks pink. It was something to think about, and where in the name of heaven were these lascivious thoughts coming from? Nora wondered. "Oh, that feels good," she told him as his hand began to knead and smooth her shoulders.
"I"ve only just begun," he responded. "It"s going to get better and better before I"m all through with you." He was behind her, slicking the scented oil over her skin.
How was it possible that she could feel all of this? She was deep into a fantasy, yet she not only felt but smelled the oil. And she certainly had all her other senses intact as well. Why was she questioning how it was possible? It actually made her brain hurt. Just relax and enjoy it, she told herself. She pushed the confused thought away, and concentrated on the hands with their supple fingers that were now digging into the aching muscles of her shoulders and neck. She hadn"t realized before now just how sore those muscles were. While she had never enjoyed the delights of a ma.s.sage, she instinctively knew that Rolf had a great talent for it. Did she want him to have other talents? She smiled to herself. Oh, yes, she did!
She was relaxing beneath the skilled touch. His hands were now working on her left arm and hand. My G.o.d, Nora thought, if this is my fantasy, how long and how deep has it been buried in my imagination? This is one h.e.l.luva daydream, but I love it! I"ve been married so very long. I married too young. I put aside everything I wanted to be the perfect wife and mother. And what did I want? It"s been so long I don"t know, if I ever did. Jeff has the morals of a mink and the ethics of a weasel. My kids are to all intents and purposes grown and gone. I"m all alone.
"Stop thinking!" Rolf"s voice barked, piercing her consciousness. "You"re starting to tense up again, sweetie." He was finishing her right arm, and now his hands moved to smooth oil over her chest. His fingers closed about her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Nice pair," he observed, squeezing lightly. "Round, firm, and big nipples, kinda like blown roses."
"I"m not going to relax if you keep doing that," Nora laughed up at him. "Oh, that is sooo nice, Rolfie!" Her nipples puckered, and a shiver ran down her backbone as his thumbs rubbed insistently at the soft flesh.
"This isn"t about s.e.x," he scolded her. "I"m here to give you a nice ma.s.sage, sweetie. Now stop thinking with your c.u.n.t, and I"ll get on with my job."
"But don"t you want to" She didn"t get to finish the sentence.
"Sure I do," he answered her, "but not yet. Firrst a nice ma.s.sage and then . . ." Leaning over, he grinned engagingly into her face. "Now, shut up, and let me do one of the two things I do best."
"Do I get to guess the other?" she murmured mischievously. Lord! She hadn"t had so much fun in years. She hadn"t ever had so much fun. And it wasn"t just the s.e.x. She was being admired as a beautiful woman. She was being spoken with as an intelligent being. If nothing more happened this night, she would be content. No! She most certainly would not be! This was fun. s.e.x was fun. And she had never really believed it until Kyle had shown her earlier. She had enjoyed every moment with him. She was going to enjoy little Rolfie too before the evening was over. Whenever that was.
And Kyle was going to watch. He had shown a delicious dash of jealousy earlier, and she wanted him jealous. Jealousy by a man, for her, wasn"t something she had ever experienced. She had liked it. It made her feel powerful, and power, Nora realized, was almost as good as s.e.x. She contemplated Kyle watching as Rolfie f.u.c.ked her. Imagining him wanting her even as another man had her was exciting. Her own desires began to stir again, and she murmured.