Chapter 7

“Alright, sweetie,” Pete repeated from behind the camera. “Come on, Lisa. Showtime.”

That second time, his voice, though still low, had a harder edge. And with my heart hammering, I obeyed, swaying to the music. Without him uttering another word, my heels clicked on the rubber tile while I mimicked the motions from the patio.

It wasn’t long before the previous day’s hesitation vanished. And I was filled with a desire ... No, much stronger than that. I needed to please Pete. Despite the slickness along my inner thighs, I pushed out my hips and let the hem fly upwards.

Both Pete and my husband remained silent as I swished the flirty skirt higher around my gliding thighs. There was a gentle slowing whenever its silk caught on the lace tops of my thigh highs. In the dress’s thin halters, my breasts, unrestrained, heaved. Each slide of the material across my engorged stems brought a hiss from my smiling lips.

All the while, Bobby tracked every motion of my body. Behind the camera, I could sense Pete’s gray pools beneath narrowed brows, doing the same.

“That’s it.” Pete’s sudden words staggered me for a second. “Do that again.”

No pause. With my eyes locked on the lens, I spun once more. As the thumping music shook my ribs, the lifting hem in my shaky fingers bared more of my thighs for them. No, for Pete.

“Oh, damn,” slipped from Pete.

At Bobby’s abrupt gasp when cool air swept the lower swell of my butt, my teeth burrowed into my lip. Even as the skirt settled once more, every heaving breath sent the silk dragging over my aching stems. Another trickle. Yet one more. And still I danced.

After Pete held up his hand, motioning for me to repeat the twirl, my husband’s wide eyes found mine. But he remained silent as I obeyed. Already moving, I shifted my gaze to the camera. While beaming a smile, once again, cool air bathed my bare underside.

And I tugged.

Under that swift jerk, the hem flew higher, revealing my underwear as I thrust my pelvis towards the lens. White-rimmed, Bobby’s eyes fixated on my crotch, covered only by slender black lace. It was a T-back; nothing but a narrow strip covering my slit in the front and strings in the back.

“Oh, fuck.” A low whistle escaped Pete. “That’s so hot, sweetie.”

As the camera whirred, I twirled, baring both butt cheeks until halting. When the dress once more fluttered downward, I could make out their heavy breathing over the rushing of blood in my ears. Every part of me jangled.

“Okay, Lisa. That was, uh, real nice.” Pete’s voice was hoarse.

Straining, my heartbeat stuttered. Straining almost as much as his trousers. From behind the camera, his wrist spun, commanding more twirls. And wearing a smile, I again did as I was told. Each time, the skirt flowed upward, baring my entire pelvis. Ceaseless trickles raced downward. Although the music covered it, my sodden panties squelched with every move.

“Beautiful, sweetie. Now, quicker this time,” Pete directed, while shifting from foot to foot.

Beside him, Bobby remained still as a statue—a pale one—except for the rapid rising and falling of his chest. In synch with my twirling body, his fingers clenched along his thighs.

Under the heated lamps, time sorta morphed. From the haze surrounding his hunched form, Pete’s calm voice spouted an endless series of commands and comments.

“Okay. Less sexy.”

Less sexy? After a quick gulp, I lowered the skirt and slowed, while pouting and crossing my arms over my chest. Which was a mistake. The pressing of my throbbing nipples pulled a hiss from my lips.

“Smile. That’s it. Big smile.”

“Stick out your tongue. Yeah, just like that. How deep can it get inside Bobby?”

Inside Bobby? Where? Oh ... As I gasped, I flicked my gaze to my husband. But he hadn’t reacted to the comment; he only stared.

“Yeah, that’s the look. Those wide eyes. Gorgeous, sweetie.”

Gorgeous? Now he was getting—too much. With a snort, I narrowed my eyes and stuck out my tongue.

“Oh, wow! That look. Yeah. Playful. Love it. Okay, keep the tongue out. Run it over your lips. Perfect. What else you want to lick? Fuckin’ A, that’s so fucking hot, Lisa!”

If he’d caught my quick glance at his bulging trousers, Pete didn’t respond. Instead, amidst the deep thrumming music, his voice continued from behind the camera.

“Alright, smile and twirl. Nice. Once more, grab the hem. Come on, naughty Lisa. Flirt with the lens. Show it what you’ve got. Damn. So hot, Bobby.” When Pete tapped him on the shoulder, my husband only wavered. His wide eyes remained fixed on me under the lights. “Wow, you’re one lucky man.”

“Lisa. Lisa, sweetie. Show your husband what he’s gonna ride tonight. Pull it up. All the way. Yep, just like that. Now lift it as you spin.”

As my heart raced, I obeyed, pulling the hem higher, baring my pelvis as I twirled. The music pounded into me.

“Faster, naughty Lisa!”

The room became a blur. The deep bass melodies spiraled with my ever-quicker pulse.

“Higher!”

At his sharp command, I yanked the dress upwards. It swirled around my midriff as the walls whizzed by.

“So fucking sexy, Lisa. Goddam, Bobby boy.” Somewhere beyond the spinning blurry lights, I heard another firm clap on my husband’s shoulder. “You lucky bastard.”

“Once more, sweetie.”

Although light-headed, I spun as ordered. With a relentless beat hammering my already heaving chest, the swirling dress in my clenching fingers flattened against my twisting waist.

“Now faster. Lift it. Way, way up. Show us the flat belly that Bobby’s gonna pump some hot cum all over tonight.”

Faster? With my spinning heels scratching the tile, I obeyed. Ignoring my heavy breathing, I whipped into a frenzy. Wait. What had he said? My husband coming on my stomach? He never ... Too messy for him. Oh, God. Would Pete do that? With my mind reeling, I continued to twirl under the lights.

One after another, flames pulsed deep within and over my frame. Trickles raced down my spinning legs. When the inevitable happened and cool air engulfed one of my tits, I sucked on my lips. A flare of searing heat rushed across my neck and cheeks. While slowing to a halt, my chest heaving, I lifted my shaky fingers, planning to tug the halter into place.

“No! Leave it out, sweetie. It’s beautiful.”

In a daze, I froze.

“Cup it.” Simple. Curt. Direct.

Even as I flashed a tense grin at Bobby, I complied, shifting a hand to cradle my breast.

“Yes, just like that. Eyes at the camera. Now, look down, Lisa. Push your tongue out. Further. Yeah. Now curl it up. Stare at that perfect nipple. So hard. So tasty. Show the lens how yummy your nipples are.”

Though I tried, I couldn’t get it into my mouth. But each time I attempted, the camera whirred, and Bobby’s breathing became both shallower and more rapid.

“Wonderful, naughty Lisa. Oh, yeah. Now that’s sexy.” At Pete’s voice, still happy and calm despite my failed attempts, intense warmth flooded me. “That’s it, sweetie. Just like that. Yes, that smile. Right at the camera. Flirt with it. So fucking hot. Don’t you think, Bobby boy?”