This title contains explicit language, anal play/sex, ménage (f/m/f, m/f/m), exhibitionism, voyeurism, and same sex situations (f/f).
Amber and Scott Ellison desperately need Carter Westfield to contract Scott’s new security program. The man’s millions could make their dreams come true, even if some of those dreams include an open sex life where another man or woman could be found in their bed. While rumors point toward Westfield being quite the player and more than willing to include them in his erotic games, Amber hopes that her eager participation will clinch the deal. Imagine Amber’s surprise when a blast from her exotic-dancing past is introduced as Westfield’s wife, Myra. Will a couple of spins around the pole with Myra be enough to land the deal in Scott’s pocket and her in someone’s lap?
“What do you think?” Amber asked, checking out the ensemble one more time in the mirror. “Sexy, but not too much?”
Scott walked up behind her and studied her reflection over her shoulder. “I think you are perfect,” he said, reaching around to cup her breasts. He tweaked her nipples through the blouse. Her knees buckled slightly in response. She was often surprised at how sensitive her nipples were. Scott reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist, revealing her thong. Grasping the waistband, he began to push the tiny garment down her hips.
“Scott!” she protested. “We don’t have time to fool around.”
“I’m not fooling around,” he said. “I just don’t think you need these on.” He pulled the thong down her legs.
Amber grinned and lifted one leg, then the other, stepping out of the sexy panties. “You know it makes me horny to go without my panties, don’t you?” Amber turned and put her arms around his neck, resting her elbows on his shoulders. “Is that a problem? To have a horny wife in a room full of men?”
“Not for me,” Scott replied. “Horny is just the way I like you. And definitely the way Westfield will like you. The man has a reputation for being an unrepentant womanizer. Chances are he will try to find a way to get into your knickers.”
Amber giggled. “Then he will be very surprised to discover I’m not wearing any. And even if I were, he might not have a hard time getting into them.”