by Selena Kitt
“Mmm.” Tasha breathed over the reddening head, teasing it with short little flicks of her tongue. “You want to see us both on our knees?” Her eyes met his and she saw the light in them. “Both of us sucking… first her… then me… I can show her just how you like it, baby.” Max groaned at that, his hand going to her hair, and Tasha continued. “I want to kiss her sweet little mouth… right over the head… like this…” She turned her head sideways, closing her eyes, and suddenly she was kissing Ashley, their tongues mingling over the leaking tip of her husband’s cock. She was lost in the fantasy for a moment, and when she looked up at him, his mouth was agape, his eyes bright—she thought he even might be holding his breath. “Does that turn you on, baby?” She didn’t need an answer. His cock had grown twice as hard in her hand.
“Come here.” It was more breath than words as he grabbed her, rolling over on top and forcing her thighs apart with his. Her panties barred the way, although his cock was insistent, rubbing against the crotch with increasing friction as he kissed her. Between the tickling and the cocksucking and the fantasizing, her panties were soaked with a hot, sticky wetness and his cock slid through that damp groove again and again.She gasped when their kiss broke and he began to lick and suck at the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, his tongue lashing over her collarbone and into the hollow of her throat.
“Max, please!” She knew where he was going and she couldn’t wait. Struggling with her panties, she slid them down her hips, leaving them there at her knees like a hint. “Lick it, baby, please, lick it!”
He made a brief stop at her breasts, sucking her nipples instantly hard and leaving them wet and exposed to the air. She shivered as he settled between her open thighs and pulled her panties the rest of the way off, using his broad shoulders to spread her legs even wider. Tasha trembled with lust, unsure how things had gone from lukewarm to blazing hot in so short a time. As Max breathed warmth over her exposed flesh, she was tempted to grab his hair and shove his face into her pussy until she found what she was looking for—that sweet soft, wet tongue.
“I wonder what your girlfriend Ashley looks like down here…” His mouth was latched over her mound before she could even gasp—and she did, both from the sensation and the surprise of his words. His tongue made those flat, achingly delicious circles he knew she liked, making it hard to concentrate.
But Tasha looked down at him, his question getting pushed further to the back of her mind as his mouth did its work. I wonder what your girlfriend looks like down here… She heard it again in her head, knowing he knew—he already knew. He must have seen Ashley in all her recently bare glory on whatever viewing mechanism the camera fed to—their living room TV? No, more likely the computer. Or maybe his laptop.
“Oh God, Max!” Tasha’s hand went to his hair as he slipped two fingers inside, pumping them in rhythm with her breath—and that was coming faster every moment. She closed her eyes, giving into her impending orgasm, remembering how smooth Ashley’s pussy had been the last time we were together, how swollen and wet against her tongue…
“I wonder if she tastes as good as you do…” Max used his thumb to rub her clit, his face glazed with her wetness as he looked up at her. “What do you think, Tash? Would you like to eat her pussy?”
“Baby…” Tasha’s hand moved through his hair and she bit her lip, her body quivering in that liminal place between arousal and climax, suspended like a tightrope, stretched taut and waiting to snap. She couldn’t stand it—she couldn’t stand him knowing, not knowing she knew. She couldn’t stand hovering there and Max sensed the tension, covering her pussy again with his mouth, making her buck her hips up as she moaned and began to shudder. “Ohhh fuck, yes, she tastes so good, baby, so fucking goooood!”
It all blended together, the taste of Ashley coming in her mouth, the feel of Max’s tongue against her own pussy, the sound of Ashley coming filling her head as Tasha came, too, spreading wide and smearing her wet cunt against her husband’s face until she couldn’t stand it anymore and fell, limp, to the bed.
Max was on her, over her, nuzzling her neck and cheek with his wet face. “That wasn’t a fantasy, was it?”
Tasha barely opened her eyes, panting. “No… no…”
“You and Ashley have been together, haven’t you?” Max reached between them, his cockhead a fat, swollen bulb as he rubbed it through her sensitive flesh, seeking entrance.
Tasha gasped as he entered her, lifting her legs to take him deeper, her hands going to squeeze his hips. She met his eyes in the growing dimness and felt her body tremble—she wasn’t sure if it was from longing or anxiety. “You know we have.”
“Yeah,” Max breathed, his cock beginning its steady motion in and out of her slick cleft. His hips moved in fast circles, his breath harsh in her ear. She locked her legs around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, cradling his head against her as they rocked, both of them breathing hard now, her pussy riding an exquisite wave upward and part of her felt as if she were at the top of the crest, looking down from a dizzying height.
“She wants to,” she whispered into his ear, flicking her tongue there, sucking at the lobe. “She wants us both…”
Max groaned, shoving deeper, grunting with the effort. “Oh fuck, Tash…”
“That’s right, baby,” she insisted, her breathing panting over the flushed flesh of his neck and shoulder. “She wants you to fuck her. She wants you to watch us lick each other until we come… baby… oh… until we come so hard… so… good…”
“Yes!” Max pushed himself up, arms straight and straining, and Tasha hung on there, feeling the moving bulge of his bicep as he fucked her faster, faster. “Oh God… she told me… she told me, baby… she told me about you… ohhhh fuck! You feel so fucking good!”
Tasha couldn’t respond. The image of Ashley and Max, both of them here in their bed, the fantasy she had kept like a pent-up breath for months, came rushing out like a final, heavenly exhalation and she nearly screamed with her own climax as Max began to come, too, jerking his body into hers with a force she welcomed—in fact, she asked for more, digging her bare heels into the small of his back and driving him deeper into her spasming flesh. He was so hard when he came, buried so deep, she actually felt each spasmodic pulse, a hot, rhythmic throbbing inside as his cock emptied itself into her again and again.
“Oh God.” Max collapsed against her, still shuddering. She kissed his shoulder, his cheek, her eyes fluttering closed and open again. “Oh my God.”
“I’m glad you know.” Her words were just a whisper. “Opens a lot of doors, doesn’t it?”
“I can’t help it.” He returned her kisses. They were soft now, tender, their lust waning. “The thought of you two together…”
Tasha chuckled, curling a short piece of his hair at the nape of his neck around her finger. “How many times have you jerked off watching us together?”
Max raised himself up to look at her. “Huh?”
“The camera, Max.” Tasha smirked. “I know about the camera.”
He propped himself up on his elbow, frowning down at her. “What camera?” Her heart did something funny in her chest and Tasha frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. “Don’t play around. I know, okay?”
“Know what?” The look of confusion on his face was enough to convince her he was telling the truth. She remembered the last few words he’d said, just before they both went over that last divine edge, “…She told me, baby… she told me about you…”
“There’s…” Tasha swallowed, her mind reeling. “There’s a camera hidden in the basement. In the Motorbunny room.”
Max sat up, his brow knitting. “A video camera?”
She nodded, her stomach clenching. “If you didn’t… Max…who?”
They both startled when the phone shrilled on the nightstand. Tasha could see the caller-ID—it was Ashley. Max answered it and passed it over to her.
“Hello?”
“Tasha, it’s me.” Ashley’s voice was l
ow and she sounded… well, she sounded scared. About as scared as Tasha felt. “Can you come over here?”
“Now?”
“Tasha, it’s important. Very important. Please?”
“I’m on my way.” Tasha squeezed the hand Max offered. “Max is coming, too. He… knows.”
“Good.” Ashley hung up.
“What in the hell is going on?” Max asked, his face puzzled.
Tasha blinked back at him, wondering the exact same thing.
What in the hell was going on?
Chapter Eleven
“Now… let me get this straight.” The officer scratched his head with the end of his pen, looking down at the small pad cupped in his big palm. Tasha wondered if she was as red as he was. Dean was Max’s cousin—well, second cousin, really—and they only saw him occasionally at family reunions. To say that this was embarrassing would have been like saying tsunamis were a little wet, but they had all decided the alternative—just calling the police to report it—wasn’t a good option either. “This Motorbunny is a… sex toy?”
“A very big, very expensive sex toy,” Max agreed, unable to help his grin. “Ashley, maybe you could show him… on that?” He nodded toward the computer. “He’s going to have to see the email anyway, right, Dean?”
Ashley slid into the computer chair, clicking the mouse and pulling up their newly designed web site. There was a picture of the Motorbunny on the front page. Dean peered over her shoulder, his eyes widening as she clicked to another section of the page, showing the Motorbunny in use. It was actually Regina and Emily—they had agreed to do a photo shoot for them, as long as no faces were revealed, and Emily’s sweet red-haired pussy was clearly visible as she rode the machine.
“It… vibrates?” Dean’s voice dropped lower.
“Oh God yeah…” Ashley smiled, glancing over her shoulder at Tasha.
“Show him the video,” Max said, gesturing to Ashley, who just stared at him, wide-eyed. Tasha groaned.
Dean cleared his throat, standing back up. “This is the… uh… video in question? The one you said was sent to you by the alleged perpetrator?”
“Oh God.” Tasha covered her face with her hands. “Do we have to?” They still hadn’t watched it all the way through. Ashley had shown Tasha and Max the email and the accompanying video when they’d arrived. The email had been sent via the website, to [email protected] and Tasha’s intuition was singing by the time Ashley finished reading it.
Dear Motorbunny Club Owners,
The following video is more than enough to prove to authorities you are running a sex business out of your home—and trust me when I tell you, I have plenty more evidence. If you don’t wish this to go any further, I suggest you follow my instructions. You have only one opportunity to recover all of the evidence I have against you. I will accept $10,000 in cash and nothing less. I will contact you with a meeting time and place.
-A Concerned Citizen
“A concerned citizen my ass,” Tasha had snorted and tossed the email back at Ashley.
Max could barely speak. His mouth kept moving but nothing was coming out. Finally, he exploded: “Who the hell put a camera in my house?”
Ashley sighed, her eyes meeting Tasha’s. “Obviously we were wrong about who…”
“Yeah.” Tasha nodded. “But… I actually have an idea who it is… I just don’t understand when or how he could have…”
Max frowned at her. “What do you mean, you have an idea?”
Ashley and Tasha exchanged knowing glances, and they both said, “Ray.”
“Ray?” Max looked between them, shaking his head. “Who the hell is Ray?”
“Ray Patterson—our neighbor?” Tasha sat on the sofa and put her head in her hands. “He invited himself to our party the other night. He backed me into a corner and I couldn’t say no. Then we had a little incident and I had to kick him out.” She looked up at her husband, blinking back tears. “But Max he had no time to put in a camera! I have no idea…”
“Oh my God.” Max interrupted her, smacking his head with his palm and sinking beside her on the couch. “This is all my fault.”
Tasha stared at her husband as he started to explain and everything fell into place. “I talked to him about the renovations we were planning… he told me his brother was a great contractor, that we could get the work done cheap…”
“Oh…no...” Ashley shook her head, taking a seat in the chair in front of the computer and turning it to face them. “What do you want to bet that’s not the only camera he had his brother put in?”
Max’s jaw worked as he looked between the two women. “I’m sure it isn’t. And now I’m wondering what he’s been doing with the videos.”
Tasha really did start to cry then, putting her head on her husband’s shoulder. He held her, blinking across her bent head at Ashley. “I’m going to kill him.”
“No!” Tasha wiped at her eyes, mascara running down her pale cheeks. “That doesn’t solve anything. We have to… call someone… do something…”
It took them an hour to make a plan and decide what to do. Max put in a call to Dean, who agreed to come over in an officially unofficial capacity and hear them out. None of them knew if what they were doing was actually illegal. In the excitement of starting her little Motorbunny Club, it had never occurred to her that her neighbors would object. What went on inside her own house was her business, wasn’t it? They weren’t hurting anyone…
She couldn’t believe her own neighbor would do something like this. His self-invitation to the party and his subsequent coming-on to both her and Ashley made it obvious he was no prude. This wasn’t like Mrs. Ryan across the street finding out and going all evangelical on them. Then she realized—this was because she had turned down his offer for a little afternoon delight. This wasn’t about preserving some sort of integrity of the neighborhood. This was about jealousy—and revenge.
“Oh. My. God.” Dean blinked at the computer screen and the familiar sound of Ashley’s pleasure pulled Tasha from her reverie to see the young cop staring at the screen, his mouth agape. The video started with the two of them licking each other and then moved on to them riding the Motorbunny together. Tasha must have been lost in thought for the first part, because now it had moved on to their double ride.
“Feel good, baby?” Ashley, riding behind and cupping Tasha’s breasts in her hands.
“Ohhhh fucccckk!” Tasha flushed at the sound of her own pleasure, seeing herself rocking on the machine. “Baby, I’m gonna…”
“Yeah!” Ashley, urging her on. No question about whether the video also picked up audio. It was all quite clear. “Come on. Do it.”
“Oh God, I—” Tasha wanted to cover her flushed cheeks, but instead of watching the screen, where she knew exactly what happened, she watched the two men staring at the video, their eyes dark, their faces full of… yep, that was lust. No doubt about it.
“That’s right! All for me! Come on, give it to me!” Ashley’s words on-screen made Tasha’s pussy clench and she met her girlfriend’s eyes as the image of the two of them rocking toward climax continued to roll along.
“Yesssss!” Tasha knew the sound of her own imminent climax—so did her pussy. Her body had an involuntary response, a slow, sticky wetness starting to seep into her panties.
“Now, baby!” Ashley’s voice was tight and full of her own coming release. Tasha glanced at Dean, who had given up all semblance of trying to look professional. When she glanced down at his jeans—he’d come to the house out of uniform—she saw a tell-tale bulge there.
“Yes! Now! Now!” Tasha’s own voice came out of the computer speakers, a little tinny but clear enough. She was going to come, and come hard.
“NOW!” And so was Ashley.
Their simultaneous orgasm made Dean groan out loud and Tasha saw Ashley glance at him, her eyes bright, the embarrassment on her face being taken over by something… something else. Clearly, she enjoyed that the man was enjoying it. When T
asha looked over at Max, she saw a very similar reaction on his face… and in his jeans. She couldn’t help smiling.
Ashley clicked “stop” on the video, glancing over at Dean. “I tried to find where the email was coming from, using the full header and the IP address that the site logged, but I think he’s hiding his IP somehow.”
Dean looked appreciatively at her. “I’ll have my guys look at it.” He cleared his throat, straightening up—he’d been leaning over Ashley’s shoulder to get a better look at the video, although Tasha doubted he had even realized—and said, “Well, I’ll have to have a copy of both the email… and the uh… the video.”
Ashley handed him a slip of paper and the DVD she had burned. “So tell me, officer… officer…?”
“Call me Dean. Remember, I’m here as Max’s… friend? Cousin? Anyway… I’m here in a personal capacity, not a professional one.” He gave her a wink.
“Dean, then…” Ashley smiled at him, and Tasha saw something in that smile that made her eyes widen. “Is our little club actually illegal? It seems so harmless.”
“Well…” He shrugged, setting the DVD and email on the desk and shoving his hands in his jean pockets. “I guess it’s… a judgment call, really. If no one in your neighborhood minds or complains, we pretty much look the other way. There are lots of swingers clubs and things like that out there.”
“Sounds like fun.” Max slid an arm around Tasha’s waist and she smiled up at him.
Dean grinned. “I imagine your Motorbunny Club would be in the same sort of neighborhood. I’ve known places where they’ve tried to outlaw them, though. Neighbors will say it’s because of the noise or traffic in a residential area.”
“Oh please.” Ashley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Like it had nothing to do with prudes living in the neighborhood or anything?”