Chapter 11

The next morning dawned sunny and once again I was on the beach. But that time I wore a black bikini within view of a distant camera, centered on my lounger. More cameras awaited in the cottage’s bedroom. A second lounge chair had been placed on the other side of the small table. Per the script, Dave rose from it and headed inside for a scheduled business call.

He’d said his lines. And I’d muttered some words, but my mind was already spinning quicker.

Will Rio be here today?

My insides fluttered as, again, per the narrative, I rolled onto my stomach and undid the slender strings of the minuscule top. After a long exhale, I waited. Sand crunched behind me. With each step closer, my chest tightened until they stopped, and a cooling shadow fell across me. Labored breathing told me the person enjoyed the view.

“Hmm, pale woman like you should be careful.” Even though I was expecting it, the booming of a youthful, deep voice startled me. “ ... look a little red.”

“My, uh, my husband, um, he should’ve coated my back.” As I licked my suddenly parched lips, my heart thumped. My fingertips trembled with anticipation. “But he went inside.”

“Hmm, really. Need some help?”

When I lifted my head to glance at him, I tried to gasp, but air refused to come. Tall and muscled, the man possessed close-cropped, curly black hair, warm dark eyes, and the chiseled face of an Adonis. A very dark-brown Adonis. The kind Derrin knew I preferred.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Although oxygen found its way into my quivering lips at last, I still couldn’t speak. So I just nodded.

While long fingers took the bottle of lotion from my shaking hand, his broad smile told me he had the same thought. As soon as large hands dragged powerful sweeps across my back, whimpers escaped my lips. But when he drove me into the thick towel on the lounger, he wasn’t coating me. No, that lovely young man was doing a deep tissue massage. Enjoying it as well, he smiled as his breathing quickened when those magical fingers wrapped around and ground along my ribs. With a hungry groan, I arched upward.

“You okay, ma’am?”

“Yes,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

No! I’m fucking horny as hell!

An endless night filled with dreams of Rio taking me while my husband’s cocklet poked at me had me on edge.

The very fucking edge!

“You’ve got a pretty ass.”

Before I could gather air to respond, his fingertips drove under the taut waistband. As I squirmed, my entire body heated. While I dragged my trembling lips along the towel, my fists clasped the lounger. He pushed downward while gliding his fingers under the bottoms to mash both cheeks, shoving my squirming pelvis into the chair. The forceful pressure crushed my throbbing nib against the terry-covered wood slats.

“God!” I spat out before sucking in more air.

“Yep, really nice ass,” he said with a hoarse, cracked voice.

“Please,” I murmured into the towel.

What am I begging for?

My mind whirled, and I simply groaned while he thrust his fingers into the flesh of my shaking behind. A much louder groan ripped from me when his diving fingertips found and circled my twitching anus. With a gentle nudge, the tip of one dipped inside. Fire burst along my skin as every muscle flexed.

Yes!

A primal growl blasted from my lips.

“Hmm, like having your ass played with?”

Even as I swallowed and braced for his digit to sink into me, he pulled his hands from the tight Lycra. But he wasn’t done. Those magnificent fingers continued to knead my cheeks, crumpling the tiny triangle and again mashing my squirming pelvis deep into the chair.

By now, my moans merged into one continuous warbling groan.

“That husband of yours. He ever fuck this ass, pretty lady?”

Unable to speak, I chewed on the towel while fighting to breathe. Every muscle skidded from my control, spasming and tensing under his firm groping.

Smack!

Had he struck me?

Oh fuck!

He had. A cry flew from me as I arched upwards when my brain realized. The abrupt sting on my butt cheek whipped my pleasure into a frenzy.

“No! No, he never fucks my ass,” I cried out before crumpling to again gnaw on the towel.

One hand massaged the area he’d spanked while the other slipped back under the askew bikini. With no warning, he plunged a lotion-coated finger deep into me. The shrieks of squawking seagulls followed the massive scream I unleashed into the soaking terrycloth clenched in my teeth.

“Well, I damned sure am gonna fuck it.”

Long, continuous groans erupted from my mouth after he sank another digit into me. As he drove them in firm circles around my pulsing rectum, the universe became nothing but his hot breath on my spine and those wondrous digits widening me.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I mumbled wetly into the towel, between loud chewing and sucking.

Please let him take me! Right now! Not in the bedroom. Script be damned.

Again, the sound of crunching sand startled me, and another shadow loomed over my head.

Goddamit Derrin!

He’d said one, but he knew me too well. As I looked up, my teeth were grinding so hard my jaw ached. The slow, deep, swirling motions of a third finger joined the others, easing my asshole ever wider.

Oh fuck! Wow!

As my gaze roamed up the gleaming dark mahogany hunk before me, my breathing quickened. Also young. Mid-twenties like the first guy. Washboard abs, large barrel chest and overall build were as impressive as the other man.

Derrin! You fucking magician! Where do you find these guys?

Never tell me.

He had lighter brown eyes. They twinkled as he smiled down at me.

“Slut’s got a real nice ass, Tim,” said the owner of the digits playing inside me.

“Real pretty mouth, too,” Tim replied.

I did. And like a good little slut, I opened my lips for him. But before I could do or say anything, he leaned to plunge fingers between my parted lips in mid-moan. As he drove them deep, my eyes locked on his. While sucking, I lashed them with my tongue in time with the swirling in my rear.

“Damn, dude. She’s a hungry little thing.”

Fuck yes, I’m hungry! So goddamned hungry!

For perhaps a million years, his fingers played in my mouth while his friend’s lengthy digits toyed far inside my ass. Waves were building. Massive waves. My achy nipples dragged on the sweat-soaked terrycloth. Trapped, my engorged clit rubbed as those mystical hands mashed me to the lounger. Electrical fires ignited and sent convulsions around my writhing, moaning body.

“Want sumthin’ else to suck on, doncha?”

As he glided his fingers from my drooling lips, I nodded.

Yes! Feed me! Feed the hungry slut!

After a quick glance at the camera, I swallowed.

This was way off script.

They were ... No, only one young stud should’ve played with, then taken me into the house. Dave was in the bedroom, waiting. But by then, they were far beyond toying with me.

And I can’t walk now, anyway.

When the bikini bottom slid down my legs, I arched upwards. Sand crunched as the man behind me straddled the chair. The prickly hairs of his hot, full balls landed atop my thighs.

Shit! They’re gonna...

“Think I’m gonna have to fuck this nice ass.”

Read my mind. Wait, no. What! No! Dave is waiting inside!

Even as that half-hearted thought fizzled, my brain shorted. When Tim dropped his shorts and lowered himself to one knee, any protest at all vaporized.

Oh my fucking God!

After a sharp inhale, I locked onto the ebon mast protruding from his crotch. Not as thick, but longer than any specimen since Ben’s ass-probing rod, that dark pulsing cock swayed—ready for me. Its swollen orb was drooling a thin silvery trail towards the sand. Yep, more than ready.

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