Hers for the Evening

by Jasmine Haynes

  Seth dropped a kiss on her shoulder, then the top of her spine as he slid down the tab. Gliding his fingers beneath the spaghetti straps, he slipped them off her shoulders. Robyn turned onto her belly and kicked to the side of the pool, hanging on the edge. Courtney’s dress fluttered to the marble. She stepped out of it, then slid her feet from her sandals. Seth trailed a finger down her back to the crease of her butt. More than anything, she wanted to tip her head and see if he was looking at Robyn. Whose breasts did he like better? Courtney’s were full, but breast-feeding had taken its toll. Robyn’s belly was smooth. Faint stretch marks lingered on Courtney’s tummy even after all these years. Seth leaned down, bit the soft tendons between her shoulder and neck, and Courtney thrilled to the fact that he concentrated solely on her. Reaching around to cup her breasts, he pinched a nipple. She shivered, closed her eyes, and pushed back against his rock-hard erection. Then he pushed her forward and into the water.

  She came up shrieking, the same as Robyn had. “Oh my God.” The cold water choked off her breath for a moment, then she met Robyn’s eye. They both came out with “shrinkage” at exactly the same moment, then dissolved into 58

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  peals of laughter.

  “I’m not getting in there if I’m going to have shrinkage,” Seth said emphatically.

  “Strip,” Courtney ordered.

  “Take it off, Mr. O’Brien,” Robyn demanded.

  They both paddled to the pool’s marble edge, folded their arms, and stared expectantly.

  Truthfully, Courtney couldn’t describe the feeling. The Bacchus pool that thousands of tourists dreamed of swimming in—they had it to themselves. Skinny-dipping. Champagne and strawberries. She shivered with pure delight.

  “Come on, don’t be a weenie,” Courtney challenged.

  “I’m not a weenie,” Seth declared.

  He wanted to put on a show for them. Courtney read it in his stance, the curve of his lips, and the bulge of his shorts. She had her husband right on the edge.

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  “TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF,” ROBYN CHANTED. COURTNEY JOINED IN. Grabbing his shirt by the neck, Seth yanked it over his head. Muscled chest dusted with hair, dusky nipples, flat abdomen, he was a man in his prime. She’d take him any day over some wimp in his thirties.

  “Show us the rest, hot stuff,” Robyn catcalled. Flipping off his deck shoes, Seth unbuttoned, unzipped, and shoved his shorts off his hips to kick them aside.

  Complete and utter silence reigned on the hill. Courtney saw her husband through Robyn’s eyes, a magnificent male animal, predatory in the aggressive jut of his cock. Long, thick, pulsing. Her mouth watered.

  “Shrinkage is certainly not a problem,” Robyn mused, taking in her fill. Courtney should have been jealous at another woman getting the complete eyeful. Yet she was proud. Seth was hers. And he was fucking gorgeous. With a mighty roar, he took off at a run, jumped, pulled his knees to his chest, and hit the water in a tremendous cannonball. The girls shrieked and laughed, wiping the spray from their faces.

  He broke the surface, then backstroked across the pool, his cock standing proud.

  “He’s quite a sight.” Robyn’s gaze followed his progress.

  “He’s quite a man,” Courtney agreed.

  “This was a wonderful idea.”

  “I wanted something over the top.”

  Robyn arched a brow. “We haven’t even gotten to the really fun part yet.”

  She dove beneath the water, pushed off from the wall, and glided into the middle, coming up next to Seth as he made his way back across. With a big smile, Robyn dunked him under. He came up sputtering, grabbed her around the waist, and flung her into deep water. They laughed, playing like children. A pang nudged up under Courtney’s rib cage. She’d let herself be left out for the moment. Ducking beneath the surface, she braced her feet on the wall and shot into the middle where she could see their legs working in the water. Tugging on Seth’s hairy calf, she pulled him down with her. Bubbles burbled out of his mouth. Wrapping an arm beneath her breasts, he swam up to the light 60

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  shining into the water, lifted her, tossed her.

  “Oh my hair, you’ve made it a mess,” she shrieked, pushing it out of her face, water streaming down.

  Robyn jumped up to dunk Courtney with a two-handed shove on her head. When she cleared the water again, Seth was dunking Robyn. A moment later, he hauled Courtney against him and took her down, sealing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. Her legs tangled with his, his cock hard against her belly. Oh no, shrinkage definitely was not a problem. With the exertion and the heat of his kiss, the water didn’t even feel cold anymore. Her nipples beaded, and that wasn’t the cold either. He broke the surface once more, wrapping her legs around his waist and swimming with her to the steps. They were both breathing hard, their skin icy, their hearts racing. Robyn’s cold fingers slid down her spine. “Kiss him for me, Courtney.”

  Courtney pushed Seth back against the steps, spread her body over his, their torsos bare above the water, and kissed him. Lips, tongues, open-mouthed, seeking, taking.

  Seth’s blood roared through his ears and his cock pulsed. They’d gone from laughing and playing to throbbing heat in sixty seconds flat. He wanted to bury his cock in her.

  He wanted Robyn to watch. “Take a picture,” he ordered, pointing to the camera Courtney had left by the champagne, then gave himself up to the taste of his wife’s lips.

  He was aware, moments later, as Robyn nuzzled up against them on the pool steps, the camera on and lying within reach. Wet, naked female bodies surrounded him. He was nuts with the feel of all that skin. Courtney devoured him like never before. Threading his fingers through her hair, he anchored his mouth on hers and slipped his other hand down between their bodies, pinching her nipple, stroking her abdomen, tunneling between her legs. She opened over him, and he slipped into her moist channel.

  Down between Courtney’s legs, he felt the stroke of Robyn’s fingers across the back of his hand and thought he’d shatter into a million pieces. He tore his mouth away for a breath of air.

  “Are you sure this is private?”

  Courtney nodded, her gaze shell-shocked.

  “Then suck me, baby,” he muttered. “Christ, I need your mouth on me.”

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  She slithered down his body, sucked his nipple, bit him lightly. Spots danced before his eyes. Robyn’s body heat, so close to theirs, set the water boiling. He shifted to the top step, his cock breaking the surface, and Courtney went down between his legs. Curling her fist around him, she took his shaft deep into her mouth. He closed his eyes, groaning, and when he opened them again, Robyn’s gaze consumed him. Her nostrils flared, her eyes coal dark and hot.

  “More pictures, Seth?” she asked.

  He could do nothing more than nod. Oh yeah, he wanted documentation, too.

  The sex was raw, heated, elemental. Courtney sucked hard on the tip, the way he loved, driving him higher. He had to beat back the orgasm that rose like a tidal wave. Not yet. Too soon.

  Robyn reached out to pinch his nipple. Hard. Pleasure-pain flashed down to his balls. He screwed his eyes shut. Christ. Too much. Not enough. God.

  “Courtney, stop.” Robyn’s voice, soft yet steel-edged. His eyes flashed open. Courtney stilled with his crown between her lips, the sight so gorgeous, so powerful. Yet he could breathe again, and the climax receded a hairsbreadth.

  “We don’t want him to come so soon,” Robyn said gently, as if Courtney were a child.

  His wife blinked, came back to herself. She’d been as carried away as he. Robyn was right, though, too much, too soon, too fast.

  “Lick him lightly along his shaft.” Robyn’s voice caressed him as Courtney followed her instructions, gliding her tongue down to the base of his cock.

  “Now his balls,” Robyn cooed.

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e’d shaved smooth this morning, but Courtney had never been a nut girl. Until now.

  She licked around, under, over, then sucked one ball into her mouth. Holy mother. He was instantly an inch longer, a stone harder.

  “Now motorboat him.”

  Courtney popped him free. “Motorboat?”

  Robyn nodded. “Yeah. Like this.” She dipped down into the water and blew bubbles out her mouth.

  Courtney laughed, then repeated the action against his balls. It was unique, different, hot.

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  “Like it?” Robyn asked.

  “Fucking fantastic,” he said, fast losing himself in the sensations.

  “Now take him slowly into your mouth, Courtney, as deep as you can go.”

  Seth held out his hand. “The camera.”

  He gazed at her on the view screen. Christ. Gorgeous. Courtney slid her lips over his crown, down, down, down. He documented the intensely erotic sight.

  “Relax your throat,” Robyn coaxed.

  His shaft disappeared into her mouth, and finally nudged the back of her throat. “Look up at me, baby.” Her eyes were like melted chocolate in the camera’s lens.

  “Let him in all the way.” Robyn laid her hand on the back of Courtney’s head with a gentle pressure. “A little bit more.”

  Impossibly, she took him. It was sheer heaven. His hips moved on their own, lightly pumping. Courtney pressed her fingers into his ass, urging his cock deeper.

  “Holy shit. Fuck.” The words fell from his lips, his eyes closed, and he flexed. She was gone, cool air on his hard cock. He opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

  “I want Robyn to do this with me.”

  How many times had he heard that? Her fantasy. Christ, he wouldn’t be a red-blooded American male if he hadn’t gotten right into the fantasy, too. The chill of the water seeped into his bones. He set the camera aside on the edge of the pool, away from the water. What would she do or say later if he agreed to this?

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Robyn soothed a hand down his arm as if she understood the thoughts knocking like billiard balls inside his head. “It’ll be together, not just me.”

  The water swished around his legs as Courtney moved to his side and Robyn settled down next to him.

  His wife held his cock, dipping her head to run her tongue from base to tip. Robyn angled her head the opposite direction, and tongued him from crown to balls.

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  his balls. Slurping, sucking, Jesus, even the sounds drove him wild.

  “Watch,” Courtney demanded.

  He was their tool. He did what she wanted. Eyes open, he drank in the sight as Robyn held his cock in her fist and guided Courtney down on him, her lips engulfing him, taking him deep, deeper, deepest. They switched, Courtney holding, Robyn’s mouth sliding down. His wife’s eyes glowed, swallowing the sight whole as if she relished the finest of her sweet wines. Finally, both mouths at once, as if they were kissing each other as well as his cock. The heat, the excitement, two heads bobbing over him, worshiping his cock. He snapped a picture, wanting Courtney to see it for herself later. Then everything became pure sensation.

  “Jesus, I’m gonna come.” The cry was almost torn from his throat. He was on the hairy edge, Courtney sucked, Robyn palmed his nuts, touched that sensitive spot by his ass. He pulsed, rocked, pumped, then at the last moment, he yanked on Courtney’s arms. “I need to come on your breasts.”

  She rose, and he spent himself on her chest, covered her beautiful thick nipples with his come. Before she could rub it in, he fisted his fingers in Robyn’s hair and said, “Lick it off.”

  Courtney’s eyes went wide. Robyn looked from one to the other. He gave the back of her head a push. Courtney had her fantasy, and he had his. She acquiesced with the briefest of nods and leaned against him. Robyn sipped his come from the upper swell of her breast. Their bodies covered his legs, his still-throbbing cock. Robyn sucked a droplet from Courtney’s nipple, and his wife moaned.

  The sight was so fucking hot, his cock surged again. Robyn trailed from one peak to the other, licking, sucking. Courtney arched into the sweet sweep of another woman’s mouth across her body. Her nipples were turgid buds, a deep, luscious aroused red. Her fingers bit into his thigh where she held on. Until Robyn had cleaned away every trace of his come. Courtney opened her eyes, met his gaze; her lips parted, her breath quickened. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

  “I want some champagne,” she whispered.

  She was going to need it. Because this show she’d asked for had now become his.

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  COURTNEY COULDN’T BELIEVE SHE’D DONE THAT. OR RATHER THAT she’d let it be done to her. Did it make them even, that Robyn had sucked Seth’s cock and licked Courtney’s breasts, laving her nipples, sending a thrill shooting straight down to her pussy?

  Oh Lord.

  She’d let another woman lick her breasts. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Odd, to say the least.

  Seth had loved it. The heated look in his eye allowed her to give herself up to sensation.

  Poolside, they’d enjoyed champagne and strawberries and the last of the sun as if nothing had happened on the pool steps. The shuttle took them back to the car, and half an hour later they were back at the cottages.

  “I brought some things with me for dinner,” she said as they piled out of the SUV. A feast they could fuck over, that’s how she’d thought of it, filling the cooler and her big cardboard box with goodies. As Seth unlocked their cottage door, she stopped Robyn with a hand on her arm. “Come in. Eat with us.”

  “Of course.” Robyn still backed toward her own cabin. “I’ll be right over.”

  Courtney was afraid to let Robyn go. If she was alone with Seth, if she thought about what they’d already done and what they were going to do . . . she wasn’t sure she could go through with it all. She didn’t want to sound like a weenie by begging, either. “Okay, see you in a few.” She waggled her fingers and headed to her own open door. She’d put her clothes on, and it was going to be damn hard to take them off again. In the heat of the moment, you could do all sorts of things, but give yourself a minute to think, and bam, you lost your courage. It was all the stopping and starting. When she’d planned the weekend, she’d thought of the wine tasting, the meals, the Bacchus pool as flirty fun, foreplay, all leading up to the big moment. Yet now it was a matter of regrouping her courage after each naughty encounter.

  There were even pictures of her debauchery, too. She’d barely closed the door when Seth grabbed her around the waist and tossed her on the bed, coming down on top. He took her mouth before she could get a word out.

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  was a rediscovery of things lost, a lush melding of lips and tongues, then backing off as he whispered, “You naughty slut,” and took her again. His tongue invaded, driving deep, sucking her under with the sweetness of fruit and champagne. Again he backed off, nipping her earlobe before he murmured, “You’re too fucking hot,” and came back for more. He didn’t give her a moment to think or doubt, not even to breathe, his hands on her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples, knee between her legs, cock hard against her belly, and his voice: “Fuck the hell out of me, baby.”

  This was exactly what she’d wanted, for the weekend to bring them to a whole new level of their sexuality and need for each other. Seth’s heat and desire overwhelmed her, and Courtney missed the knock on the door. Until he slid off her, leaving her with her legs splayed and her dress high on her thighs.

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  PULLING HER DRESS DOWN TO COVER HER BUTT AS SHE CLIMBED off the bed, Courtney tried to sound normal, as if nothing had happened and nothing had been lost. “Seth was accosting me, or I would already have dinner out.”

  He snorted. “Shall I open both the red and the white we got this afternoon, ladies?” He’d set Courtney’s Riesling to chill in the ice bucket.

  “I’d love a glass of merlot.” Robyn tossed a bag on the bed, then joined Courtney on her knees, helping to unpack the cooler and the cardboard box filled with all the goodies. “Ooh, you’ve got lots of fun stuff.”

  “Cheese and fruit and veggies and crackers.”

  “I love this kind of smorgasbord.” Robyn popped a grape in her mouth.

  “Here, Seth.” He leaned down to hand her the merlot, and she popped a grape in his mouth, too.

  Courtney’s heart stilled. Somehow the tiny act shocked her. It was so . . . intimate. More than Robyn sucking Seth’s cock with her. More than the peck he’d given for show at the winery.

  Yet Robyn seemed to think nothing of it. “Shall we eat by the fire? The pool chilled me a bit.” She squeezed Courtney’s knee. “Despite all the hot action going on.”

  Courtney found her voice. “Oh yes, the fire. The fire, that’s what I had in mind.” She waved a hand at Seth, as if she were as unaffected as Robyn. “Can you flip the switch, honey?” It was a gas fireplace. “And throw down some of those pillows off the bed?”

  In the end it was a cozy meal on a big platter by the cheery fire, all three of them leaning on pillows, Seth in the middle.

  Courtney dipped a carrot stick in the dip, then laid a dollop of brie on a cracker and handed it to Seth.

  “Thanks, baby.”

  “Now tell me how you managed to rent the Bacchus pool, Courtney.” Robyn prepared two crackers, one brie, one Cambozola cheese.

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