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Her cheeks began to burn and she glanced at Hake. God, hopefully she hadn’t been that obvious. Brent was just making stuff up…wasn’t he?

“I won’t,” she said, sticking out her chin to make up for her wimpy tone.

His eyes flashed as he undid the last button and shrugged out of the flannel, dropping it on the floor beside him. The way his black tee shirt stretched over his chest and biceps made her mouth water. “Do it or Joe here will do nasty things to that bum leg of his.”

“Don’t do it, Mandy,” Hake ordered. “I’m not worth it.”

Oh God, she was going to faint with excitement.

Swallowing hard, she reached for the hem of her sweater. “I have to, Hake. I can’t let them hurt you.”

“Yes, you can,” he said urgently as Brent stepped closer to her. “Now run, Mandy!

Run!”

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Brent made a grab for her and Mandy leaped back with a scream. Ducking as he reached for her again, she whirled and made a break for the dining room. It all felt so real, her heart was going to hammer right out of her chest.

He caught her by a fistful of sweater and she fell backward, landing on her ass at his feet.

“We been watching you for weeks,” he snarled, wrapping her hair around his fingers and pulling her head back to stare into her face. “You like it a little rough, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“No!”

“Don’t give me that shit,” he said. “I’ve seen you. Do you like that, knowing I stood outside your bedroom window and jacked off while he pounded you with a dildo?”

Heat blasted into her face again. Damn it, what the hell had Hake been telling them? Brent couldn’t have watched—their bedroom was on the second floor.

“You did not!”

“Think again,” he told her with obvious relish. “That antenna tower comes in real handy when I’m in the mood for a private showing on your deck.”

His smirk made Mandy grind her teeth. “I never realized you could be such an asshole!”

“Ah, thanks for reminding me,” he drawled, letting his gaze slide down her front to her crotch. “You like it there, too, I know. Don’t let me forget to fuck her asshole, Joe.”

Mandy screeched in unfeigned outrage. She tried to jerk away from him, but his fingers held her hair tightly enough to bring tears to her eyes.

“You haven’t had any real fucking since Evel Knievel here crashed his ATV, have you?” he said with mocking sympathy as he trailed a finger down her cheek. “I’m sure your sweet little ass will appreciate a good reaming.”

She whimpered “No!” even as desperate need made the crotch of her panties slick.

Ashamed at being so turned on, she let her eyes slide to Hake again.

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Ooh, he looked pissed off and horny, a dangerous combination for him.

When Brent’s free hand slid down her neck and dived into her bra, she jerked her gaze back to him. “Don’t touch me, you bastard!”

“What? You mean like this?” He rubbed his callused palm over her naked breast and all she could do was moan in ecstasy.

“That’s what I thought.” Brent released her long enough to rip her sweater over her head, and Mandy winced at the sounds of static discharging. No doubt her hair was standing on end.

Vanity was immediately forgotten when he seized another handful of her blonde bob and urged her to her feet. The prickling pain of it felt so good, she just about came.

Obviously Hake had let on just how much she loved having her hair pulled.

“Joe, get over here and let’s have a look at these tits,” he ordered.

Mandy was grateful when he reached behind her and unhooked the bra with a skilled hand rather than ripping it off. She watched with wary eyes as Joe approached.

He licked his lips rudely while he eyed her breasts, which were still hidden by the drooping cups.

“You guys have done this before,” she murmured breathlessly.

“Not to a classy piece of ass like you, Miss Mandy,” Brent rumbled in her ear.

Keeping one hand locked in her hair, he drew a bra strap down her arm while Joe tugged on the other one.

Then she was bare to the waist in front of three fully clothed men, held up for their inspection by the cruel fingers twisted in her hair. Her nipples, already prickling with arousal, became even stiffer in the chilly room, and she closed her eyes against the intensity of their gazes.

“Now if that ain’t a pretty sight.” Joe’s voice was thicker than before and Mandy felt a tremble of feminine satisfaction.
She’d
made him sound like that.

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She squeezed her eyelids tighter when a hot fingertip tested the firmness of one nipple. The tentative touch disappeared and she nearly whimpered in dismay, but then the button on her jeans gave way and her zipper inched down. A hard hand worked its way under the edge of her panties and she struggled against Brent’s muscular arm, which was wrapped tight around her waist. Then she realized his other hand was still gripping her hair, too.

Her eyes flew open. God, it was Joe’s fingers wiggling through her slippery curls.

“Hake, your hot little farm wife’s got a soaking wet cunt,” he reported with a nasty smile, his avid blue eyes fixed on her face.

She blushed painfully again, staring back at Joe. Lord, he’d really had her fooled.

He didn’t come around as much as Brent did, choosing to eat most of his meals in town or in their trailer, and since there was plenty of silver in his thick brown hair and moustache, she’d imagined he was probably one of those good ol’ country boys who were just too shy around women to ever get married. The more outgoing Brent had starred in most of her fantasies lately, but she might have to rethink that after this little show.

“Leave her alone,” Hake said roughly. “She doesn’t want you two.”

“Like hell,” Joe fired back. He crouched in front of her, pushing her jeans and underwear down around her knees before rising again.

Brent angled her to face Hake. Sliding his hand down her belly, he spread her labia open with his index and ring fingers.

“See for yourself, Hake,” he rumbled. “She’s dripping.”

Mandy nearly screamed when his middle fingernail raked fire over her clit.

Gasping for air, she struggled not to come. How humiliating—one touch and she’d just about exploded.

Joe looked down at her, his icy eyes gleaming. “Would you like to come, Miss Mandy?”

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More than my next breath!
she wanted to wail. Instead, she shook her head emphatically. “Never!”

“Aw, now I’m torn between making you eat that word and making you eat me,” he drawled, lips twitching under his moustache.

“You make her eat you,” Brent suggested. “I’ll make her come.” His hands slid to her shoulders and he shoved her back down to her knees.

The rasp of two zippers sliding down sent shivers down her back. Brent, she couldn’t see as he rustled behind her, yanking her jeans and panties down her calves and off, but Joe wasted no time pulling his cock over the waistband of his dark gray briefs and shoving it into her face.

“Open up,” he ordered.

Oh, she wanted to! He was already hard and red, veins popping out all over, and the woman in her thrilled at the knowledge she’d aroused him this much.

But a game was a game, so she turned her head to the side, lying, “I don’t like to do that.”

“You will when I’m done with you,” he promised, prodding her cheek. “Now open up that pretty little mouth and suck.”

She shook her head, keeping her jaw clamped tight even as he used his fist to smear the slick crown over her lips.

“Suck it,” he insisted.

As tempting as it was, she didn’t give in. The compulsion to find out just how far he’d go to bend her to his will was overwhelming.

Snapping her head back, she glared at him.

Joe smiled at her with surprising gentleness. “Now Mandy, someone’s going to suck me off. Either you’ll do it…” His eyes focused on Hake then. “Or he will.”

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Joe’s words jerked Hake out of the sexual ozone.
What the fuck?
“Hey now, we’re playing hold-up, not
Deliverance
.”

Mandy stared at him, her eyes just as wide as his must be. Then they dropped to his crotch, where his cock was trying to tear its way out of his jeans.

He started to get real nervous when the corners of her lips turned up. Frowning, he ordered, “Do what the man says, Mandy. Suck his cock.”

She pouted back at him. “But honey, you don’t really want me sucking off another man, do you?”

“Better you than me. You love giving head.”

“You might, too, if you tried it,” she said slyly.

He narrowed his eyes at her. Hell, and he’d been worried about pushing
her
boundaries! “Just keep pushing, Mandy. You’re already in deep shit.”

He bit back a grin when she sobered instantly. Jesus, she looked incredible, poised there on her knees between Brent and Joe and wearing nothing but fuzzy green ankle socks. Her delicate tits begged to be sucked, and her sweet little belly, nearly as flat as the day they married, heaved with her panting breaths.

But then Joe strolled toward him anyway, his long cock bobbing with every step, and Hake’s heart picked up steam.
Oh, Christ!

“What about it, Hake?” he asked lazily, stopping just inches away. “Care to experience the joys of fellatio from the other side?”

Hake craned his head away and shallowed his breathing, trying not to inhale. Joe already smelled like come, and holy hell, it was a turn-on. “No.”

Joe tangled a hand in Hake’s hair and tilted his head back, staring into his eyes.

“You sure about that, boy?”

Boy
. Hake’s heartbeat roared in his ears. Joe wasn’t that much older, maybe three or four years, but at this moment, Hake
felt
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naïve and so goddamn hot, it was humiliating. He’d never swung that way before and hadn’t planned to start now.

Swallowing, he stared back and gave Joe the red light. “Not tonight, cowboy.”

Damn, he wished that had sounded a little firmer.

He just about wilted with relief when Joe turned away—until the asshole said,

“Looks like your man’s not man enough to protect you, ma’am.”

Then Hake’s eyes crossed with fury.

“That’s bullshit!” he yelled. “Get back over here and I’ll suck your damn cock right off!”

“You had your chance,” Joe taunted.

“Listen, you—”

“I’m not liking your tone,” Joe interrupted, sliding his belt out of its loops as he stepped behind Hake.

“That’s too damn ba—” The stiff leather landed between his open lips and tightened at once as Joe buckled it behind his head.

Brent clucked with concern, running both hands roughly over Mandy’s breasts.

“Uh-oh, Miss Mandy,” he said. “You’re in for it now.”

* * * * *

“Oh no,” Mandy murmured, staring at Hake. He looked delicious, all ruffled and bound up in leather.

Amusement glittered in his eyes and she realized how
not
worried she sounded. So much for staying in character.

“Joe, grab the lube out of my coat pocket.”

Brent’s order jolted her out of her horny haze, and she squirmed against his chest.

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was showing them off to Hake, flaunting his possession of them, and it felt like his fingerprints were burned into her skin. Then he pinched her nipples and she panted as wetness gushed between her thighs.

Joe returned with a large bottle of lube in one hand, ripping open the snaps on his plaid shirt with the other to reveal a navy tee underneath. He looked wicked, with his cock leading the way, and Mandy was truly glad Hake was in the room.

When Joe stripped off the shirt and dropped to his knees in front of her, one of Brent’s hands slid around between her shoulder blades, pushing her down onto her hands.

Without another word, Joe shoved his cock into her mouth and started fucking it slowly, holding her face between his big, rough palms. Helpless against him, Mandy relaxed her throat and took every thrust, clutching at the braided rug, nearly out of her mind with the arousal pulsing through her. He smelled and tasted so different from Hake…

Her eyes focused on her husband. The amusement in his eyes had been replaced with the hard glitter of lust. His pretty teeth clenched around the belt, exciting the hell out of her, and before she realized it, she’d bitten down in sympathy.

The hot crack of a hand landing on her ass made her squeal. “Bite me again and I’ll return the favor,” Joe growled.

Showing her penitence with her eyes, Mandy sucked as skillfully as she could, running her tongue around his swollen glans before gliding it into the slit at his tip. His reaction burst onto her tongue in a tangy rush.

“Aw, much better,” he groaned. “Hake, your wife has a real talent for sucking cock.”

Hake grunted.

The snap of a lid gave Mandy a split-second’s warning before ice-cold lube landed at the top of her ass crack and slid downward. She squealed again, but before she could wiggle away, Brent pushed a finger into her anus and kept right on pushing until he 25

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was buried up to his palm. Mandy rolled her hips anxiously, trying to escape—it just didn’t seem right for anyone but Hake to know how very much ass play turned her on—but rather than pulling out, Brent gave her several short pumps, and suddenly a prickly sweat broke out all over her body. Oh God, she couldn’t come yet! They’d think she was a total slut.

“Nice,” he said, withdrawing slickly. He returned with two fingers, and Mandy groaned around the thick cock in her mouth, pushing out hard. Brent slid all the way again and whistled. “You’ve got her trained right, Hake. She’s nice and tight, but she knows how to give it up.”

He pumped a few more times, and when he pulled out this time, the forbidden sensation of expulsion almost frightened her and she tensed against the looming orgasm.