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I stayed exactly where I was. I raised my glass to Lou and said, “Don’t stop on my account.”
She grinned. Then she turned her whole attention back to her husband and fell apart for me.
It was the hottest thing I had ever watched. Gary took her on the pool’s stone edge, then standing up against the wall with her legs round him and her nails raking his shoulders. He fucked her hard and honest and unhurried, and Lou talked the whole time, filthy and gasping, telling him how good he felt, how full she was, how she wanted him to come on her stomach while the pretty girl watched.
My hand was shamelessly inside my bikini. I had two fingers buried deep and my other hand twisting my own nipple. I couldn’t have stopped if the villa had caught fire. They both watched me while I did it, and that was the best part, the three of us sharing one hot breath in the dark.
Lou came with her head thrown back, shaking, a long, low, spectacular moan. Gary pulled out, and I came when I saw him, too, hard, my back arching on the lounger, a cry tearing out of my throat that echoed off the plunge pool.
Gary came on Lou’s stomach with a roar. Lou looked at me, flushed and glowing, and blew me a kiss.
“Best audience we’ve ever had,” Gary panted.
“Standing ovation,” said Lou.
I raised my glass again. Both hands were shaking.
I walked home under the stars, wrung out, certain I’d be back tomorrow.
Ending 11 of 16: Front Row Seat. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.