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“Well, it
is
our special anniversary place,” said Candy with pretend innocence.

“You’d better have plans to make up to me, woman,” growled Bryan. “Because here I can do what I want and no one will complain.”

“Yeah, they’ll probably cheer him on,” said Candy.

“We’ll see,” said Kaela sweetly.

As before, they were waved through the door. When someone questioned why the men weren’t in costume, Adam’s “monkey suits”

quip brought a nod of approval.

Each man kept his woman close in front, hands on their waist.

Candy led the way to a dark corner where a wide leather couch and two sturdy coffee tables waited with a “reserved” sign. Nearby, a
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woman in a white blouse and short pleated plaid skirt lay in a swing designed for pleasure. She had her legs spread wide while a man dressed as a gladiator swung her forward and back as he kissed her.

They were oblivious to anything but each other.

“I want you as naked as you were on that stage,” growled Adam to Candy. He turned to Kaela. “You, too.”

They looked at each other and winked. Candy pointed to the couch and the men sat. Each woman climbed on the low coffee table in front of her man.

“How’d it go, Candy?” said a short, plump woman dressed in layers of colorful ruffles. She held a can of soda in each hand.

“It was great, Sue. Bryan, Adam, remember my friend Sue? She’s the one who arranged all this for us.”

Kaela accepted the offered can of soda. “Thanks so much. I had a fantastic time.”

“I admire your guts, but no way am I ever going to do something as crazy as that,” said Sue.

“Never say ‘never,’” drawled a man dressed in black like an old-time preacher. He nodded and handed beers to the men. “I may insist you do it just to rile you up, wife.”

Sue rolled her eyes. “You wish, husband!” But her breathing rate increased and a flush rose from her cleavage.

“You can visit later,” he continued. “These nice people have a few things to do before they can relax.” He winked, slapped his wife’s bottom, and followed her toward the stage.

“He’s right, I want some action,” said Adam. “So finish your sodas and get moving.”

Bryan leaned toward Kaela. “If you’re not naked in two minutes, I’m ripping those clothes off.”

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By the time Kaela performed a personal strip tease, once again removing everything but boots, stockings, hat, and thong, Bryan was panting as hard as she. Though he’d stripped to his tuxedo pants and the room wasn’t sweltering, small droplets glinted on his forehead. He leaned forward, elbows on wide-spread knees.

Beside her, Candy took longer to disrobe, purposely delaying Adam’s reward. Unlike Kaela, she teased, pushing for punishment.

The muttered threats Kaela heard from Adam promised that Candy and Adam would both be rewarded.

The hot, fast sex Kaela shared with Bryan the previous night hadn’t helped after going without for weeks. Her fuse was short, her fire burning hot. She turned her back and leaned forward, dropping her hands to her thighs to wiggle her bottom. She’d give him another minute and then pull down her thong.

“That’s it!”

Bryan pressed one shoulder under the bend of her waist and lifted her. She grappled for a hold, but he didn’t walk far before setting her down in front of the empty swing.

“Don’t move,” he said. He placed fresh towels on both nylon straps, lifted her, and settled her bottom on the lower strap. It cupped her hips and she leaned back, the higher strap supporting her back.

He leaned forward, both hands resting on the spreader bar above her head, and kissed her. Deep and thorough. The swing bounced slightly when he let go, thanks to the huge spring hooked to the ceiling. Chest heaving, he ran his hands down her stocking-clad legs to her boots. He slid her feet into the foot rests, hanging separately
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from the bar.

He held an ankle in each hand and spread his arms, making her legs follow. He stepped close, showing her his wicked smile when her thong bumped against the bulge behind his zipper. A jolt rippled outward from the point of contact like a pebble dropped in a pond.

No, like a large rock heaved from a cliff.

This tantalizing man was hers, at least for another six weeks.

She’d seen the looks of envy from beautiful women tonight, yet Bryan desired her. She wanted him to prove to everyone just how much.

He stared at her, intent and desire strong and hot as he undid his waistband. He unzipped, dropping his pants and boxers. He stepped forward, the tip of him at just the right height.

She’d been wet since they arrived at the strip club that afternoon.

She’d thrilled at knowing every man in the room watched her dance.

She knew many wanted her body, to do what Bryan would do to drive her crazy until she was a limp ragdoll.

He gently pushed her away. She rocked forward, then back to bump against him. Satisfied, he stepped close and ran his hands over her. She shivered as his fingers trailed from her shoulders to breasts, to belly and below.

He groaned and grasped her buttocks, spreading her cheeks wide.

He slid her fluid from pubis to anus. She tensed, wanting to be filled by him.

“If I’d known about this, I’d have brought your toys.” He pressed a thumb past her ring, wiggling his hand to increase sensation. “I bought you a new butt plug today. Just my size, so you can take me right here.” He pushed his thumb deeper into her bottom. She tensed, trying to twist to increase the pleasure.

“Nuh–uh, sweetling. This is
my
time. And when we get back to the hotel, I’m going to plug you up before we sleep. By morning you’ll be ready for me to fill your ass while you ride Adam.”

He pressed his fingers into her sex and tapped his fingers and
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thumb together. Only a thin membrane separated them. He grasped her hips with both hands and pushing her back, stepped forward and set his swollen purple head against her. Grimacing as if in pain, he slowly encouraged gravity to pull her onto him.

“This is going to be fast,” he panted.

He pressed her away again and then back, both watching as his thick cock slid deeper into her. He grimaced, fighting for control.

“Shit!” He gave up and slammed deep, pumping her with his hips, swinging her hard against him. Heat flaring, she could do nothing but grip the straps holding her up, clenching him deep within her to savor every inch.

His bellow of completion roared over the crowd. She vaguely noticed people watching him slam her deep until he slumped forward, gasping. Unfulfilled, she clenched him tight from within, pulsing with her heartbeat, mentally cursing.

After a moment he straightened and gently glided her forward and back, sliding in and out, keeping him hard and her wet. Satisfied for the moment, he concentrated on meeting her needs, caressing her breasts, her legs. He pulled her more upright to kiss her, sliding his tongue deep, the way she liked.

She was lost, but he was aware enough to look around.

“Look at what you caused,” he said, tilting his head to point to the side.

A man dressed as a gladiator had his kilt up and naked sword out.

A woman dressed as a naughty school girl bent over the back of a well-padded couch, her breasts spilling from her white shirt. The gladiator lifted her plaid miniskirt to expose her rounded bottom and spanked her while she writhed.

He stepped back as another man, this one in a toga, spread a dab of lubricant between her cheeks. He inserted one, then two fingers, spreading her until three fingers plunged into her bottom. She thrust back against him, eyes shut tight as she moaned.

Kaela watched intently. Bryan’s thumb was again inside her
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bottom, mimicking each thrust the woman took. She twitched, entranced at both her sensations and what she watched.

Toga man slid a condom over his short, thick erection. He stepped close and spread her cheeks. Holding himself to aim, he pressed against her. Grimacing, she curved her back, tilting up to meet him.

He pulsed slightly, in and out, deeper every time. When his balls slapped against her vulva, he bent over her, chest heaving. He clasped her to him and rested a moment.

Kaela gasped when toga man picked the woman up, still attached, and carefully sat on a massage bench next to the chair. He rolled back, bringing her with him, her back to his chest. Her thighs rested on his, both sets spread wide. Eyes closed, she flicked open her last few blouse buttons and exposed herself. Holding her hands over his, she massaged her breasts via his palms. The gladiator knelt before them.

He cupped her bottom and delicately licked and nibbled the exposed flesh of both of them until all three were panting hard.

“Candy enjoys that,” murmured Bryan, watching intently. “We stuff her full of both of us until there’s nothing else in the universe but pleasure.” He turned to Kaela. “You’ll soon know all about it.”

Kaela was already hot from Bryan pulsing inside her, his fingers arousing her flesh wherever he could reach. She watched the triad closely, imagining her men pleasuring her just the same.

The gladiator lifted his short garment, shielded himself, and pressed into her. The woman writhed as best as she could while attached underneath. The gladiator clasped her breasts while he surged in and out.

“The bottom guy can’t really move, but he gets massaged by the top guy’s cock,” said Bryan, speeding up his strokes in her. “To make it really wild, the guys can wear butt plugs. It rubs against their prostate, sort of like your G-spot.”

He hardened in her as he spoke. Kaela imagined Bryan on hands and knees in front of her while she lubed him up then pressed a butt plug between those strong, masculine buns. If he’d do that, what if
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she wore a dildo and did to him what he wanted to do to her? She could be on the giving side for once rather than the receiving.

Kaela shivered, anticipation racketing her up a few notches.

The gladiator slammed into the woman, jolting both bodies forward. The bottom man had found footholds and thrust up when the other retreated. Though he didn’t move in and out, it must do something great for them, considering the way they twisted and moaned until they came.

Kaela, one hand on her breast, the other above Bryan’s cock, watched them buck, smashing together in pleasurable violence. She imagined being stuffed full of Bryan and Adam. Bryan suddenly breached her bottom. She stiffened as her orgasm hit. He continued plunging, prolonging her explosion until he joined her, pumping deep inside once more.

He shuddered and almost collapsed, grabbing onto the straps to stay upright. It took a few moments before he recovered enough to lift her out of the swing. He carried her to the towel-covered couch and lay on his back with her sprawled across his chest. His heart pounded under her cheek, racing to match hers.

Her pulse had just begun to slow when a snapshot of reality flashed into her mind. Her heart contracted at the thought of what a picture she made. Damn near naked, she lay on her lover’s chest after proving to the world, or at least the room, that she was multi-orgasmic.

Tonight at the gentleman’s club, she reveled in her power, making men eager for her body. Before Adam and Bryan crashed the dressing room, the manager had offered her a job, suggesting she’d make ten times as much dancing as she had working in an office. She turned him down with a smile. It wasn’t a job that went well with taking care of a toddler, but the offer added to her growing confidence.

Bryan held her secure and kissed her head. He ran callused fingers from her neck to her thighs in lazy erotic circles.

This was what Candy said was best—snuggling with her man
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after a hot bout of love. Kaela blinked to clear her eyes so Bryan wouldn’t notice. Raised in an environment of harsh criticism, she’d rarely felt cherished, much less safe. When Bryan held her like this, she felt protected from the world.

But feeling safe, like orgasms, never lasted long. After she left the Double R, would she experience either again?

“Got the condoms, bro? We’re up next for the swing and I’m thinking some rear action is called for,” said Adam. His long cock, tip glistening, bounced with his heartbeat. Candy waited by the swing.

Bryan looked up. “Condoms?”

“You always carry ’em since Kaela’s not on the pill.” Candy caught Adam’s eye and pointed to a clear glass fishbowl on a side table. “Ah, there they are.” Mind on only one thing, he handed one to Candy and set her in the swing.

“Aw, shhhiiit” Bryan grimaced. He scratched his head with one hand, fast, like a dog attacking fleas.

Chills ran over Kaela’s skin though heat surged up her chest. She tried to sit up, but he held her snug, his heart suddenly pounding just as fast below hers.

“Is this a problem, Kaela?” He spoke through tight jaws. “There’s no pockets in this damn monkey suit to carry anything and I was so into you that, aw, shit.”

Kaela thought back, counting the days. With Candy concentrating on mid-terms and the kids miserable with colds, she slept in her own bed the last few weeks. But was it two, three, or four weeks since her last period? Her schedule hadn’t been regular since Scotty’s birth.

“I don’t think so.”

What else could she say at this point? She’d taken precautions with Freddie and still fell pregnant when the condom broke. Not only was it too late, she wasn’t sure Bryan’s baby would be a bad thing.

She didn’t want Scotty to be a lonely only child like herself. If her parents had lived even a few years more, she’d have siblings to share her life with. She’d not be alone.

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The thought of dying, leaving Scotty alone in the world, haunted her. Even if he was an adult when she died, he’d have no family. In six weeks she’d have enough money to afford two children if she was careful. Though Bryan didn’t want to give her what she needed—the safety and stability of a full partnership marriage—she’d cherish his child. Pregnancy was a long shot, but fate would determine the result.