You only have eyes (and everything else) for Brad

Regardless of your recent feelings and the events of the day, not to mention Tony's hotness, you think there's just something wrong about letting another man fuck you on your anniversary.

"Sorry, big guy," you say. "I'm not interested in sharing."

"No problem. You two have fun." He tips his hat respectfully and retreats out through the side door.

"You know he can watch us anways on the five security cameras in here," says Brad.

hotter."

"Mmmm," you resume stroking your husband's cock, "that just makes things

You stop stroking him long enough to lift the scoop-necked blouse over your head. The lace-wrapped underwire of the open-cupped bra digs into the soft mounds of your breasts a little as your bare flesh spills over the cradling cups. Your nipples are hard and your husband's hands seeks them out, pinching them between fingers as he squeezes each breast.

"I want you inside of me," you gasp, stroking him faster.

"Suck me," he urges.

You slide off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. You pull down his pants and underwear completely. You press between his legs, wanking his cock against the dangling cushions of your breasts before leaning down and engulfing him in your mouth. His cock is hot and leaking salty precum as you swirl your tongue around it. He groans above you, pressing gently on the back of your head and guiding you to suck up and down his length. You bob in his lap, willing to suck him off completely, but after a few moments he moans, "Stop."

You lift your mouth from him, drool trailing down your chin, his juices connecting your lower lip to his cock in a glistening strand. With some re-

luctance, you release him and stand, slowly peeling your skin-tight leggings off your firm ass along with the boy shorts. Though you make a display of yourself in the process, this is no striptease. It's a last bit of teasing before the main course. Naked, you grip him again. You stroke him slowly and climb back onto his lap, holding his cock tightly, you position yourself above him, teasing his hard dick against the tender groove of your cunt. Your weness soaks his prick and you lower yourself, filing your eager pussy with his rigid length.

As you begin to ride him, hands laced around his neck, his on your hips, you are aware of the cameras filming the action from several angles. You imagine Tony can see your swaying breasts, the heart shape of your bouncing ass, maybe even the juice-slicked lips of your pussy devouring your husbands hard fuckpole. Brad is not passive. He grabs hold of your ass, spreading it, pounding up and into your pussy with increasing heat. He kisses your breasts, your neck, pulls your mouth to his and spears his tongue between your lips. Your flesh slaps against his. You can feel the pressure building inside you, his cock strumming your clit with each pistoning motion, each thick ridge of his cock.

"Oh, Brad, yes, yes, fuck me," you cry, wildly riding him. "Make me cum for you. Make that pussy cum. Ahhhh!"

You scream his name as you climax, white heat spearing from your throbbing clit to your toes, your nipples and every other nerve ending in your body. You can feel your husband's cock swelling inside you, ready to burst.

He slams it into your spasming cunt and then, shouting, pulls it out, pushing you to the floor at his feet. Emptied, you cry and strum your clit, finishing yourself off as your husband's pounding prick appears above your upturned face.

"Take it," he moans, jerking himself.

You open your mouth just as a rope of cum spews out of his cock, splashing your neck and splattering across your tits. Feverishly frigging your fuckslit, you stick out your tongue and realign yourself to catch the next big pump of spunk across your face. Your husband bastes you with a load, cumming on your cheeks, chin, across your extended tongue and even on your forehead and in your hair. He thankfully misses your eyes. Your orgasm receding, you take hold of his cock and guide it into your mouth, siphoning out the last pumps of his cum and swallowing them.

Brad falls back on the bench and you gather up his cum from your face and breasts, pushing it into your mouth and smacking your lips greedily as you lick up every drop. You bob your mouth on his lap, easing him to softness and cleaning him off. You imagine this porno-worthy scene playing out on a half-dozen screens in Ton'y security room. You hope he jerked off to it.

Once you and Brad and have recovered and cleaned up a little, you dress and make your way back to the exit. Tony is waiting there to see you off. Brad tries to pass him a folded 20 dollar bill. Tony refuses.

"You tipped me enough already," he says, his eyes wandering to you.

You and Brad laugh all the way to the car, mutually thrilled by your exhibitionist behavior. You're exhausted by the hot sex, but Brad isn't done yet.

"Dancing," he says and that's enough. You haven't been dancing with him in years. You feel rejuvenated and ready to hit the floor.