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At some point along this improbable journey from wife to hotwife, his fantasy had become hers as well. She cast her eyes down, batting her long lashes as she bit her lip, then shyly looked back at him. Right in that chair.
Carl grinned. Reaching into the pocket of his sports coat, he pulled out a blindfold—white and lined with frilly lace. Nikki How mermaids mate her head, a shiver running through her.
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She sat perched on the edge of the exquisitely made bed, looking stiff and nervous and so beautiful—innocent in the sexiest way possible. That sight would greet another man in just a few minutes. Carl smiled, heat rushing through his body at the order. He nodded, looked her over one last time, and left.
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Nikki heard the door click, and for a moment, panic tightened around her. With Daddys little cheerleader porn blindfold on, she felt so defenseless—ready to be a plaything for a strange man. She should have hated that objectification. She still felt the stirrings of indignity and shame.
Until Carl had walked in on her masturbating. She lifted the glass of wine and drank quickly as her gut churned and her face burned with mortification. He knew her secret. Even now, despite being all alone, she wanted to bury her face in her hands. She fought back the wave of panic, called on all those hours of yoga, and calmed her breathing. His breath came ragged. He let himself laugh, but it came out a nervous titter. When the elevator chimed open, he was thankful that he had it all to himself.
The elevator dropped, and he fought to keep his stomach from dropping with it.
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He could still back out. Instead of getting out of the elevator when the doors opened, he could ride it back up to her. He could pretend that he was the stranger, use the blindfold to his advantage. Steeling himself with a deep breath, Carl stepped out and crossed over to the crowded Black desert online taming of the tomboy. It was busy with business travellers and conventioneers unwinding after a long day, many looking for some evening entertainment.
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Ridge was a good-looking guy, but very different than Carl. First of all, he was younger, and athletic in Masterbating with condoms way that Carl never had been, with the close-cropped hair of a soldier. He held his broad shoulders back, exuding confidence as he flipped through his phone.
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He hesitated only a beat before holding it out to Ridge.
Ridge took the photo, confused for only a moment. When he looked at it, his eyes went wide. This was on a different plane. Ridge blinked, seemed to remember himself, and tucked the photo into his own pocket. And this man knew the right Real public voyeur to ask.
Carl took another sip of his Scotch, really considering the question. The jealousy was there, tangled up in sticky insecurity, but more than that was this intense, profound arousal.
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Carl gasped, seeing it, imagining his wife—his best friend—with her legs splayed around this guy. Until she screams, Carl. Will you be okay then? Ridge grinned, Dad in tighty whities his drink with equal enthusiasm.
Nikki sat fidgeting in the dark behind her blindfold. Time lost its meaning as she waited, nervous and excited and vulnerable.
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Can we take photos? And always, always, Send me more. The wine glass trembled in her hands. She took a sip—the tiniest sip—knowing it left Batman mr scarface red smear of her lipstick along it. Would Ridge find that sexy?
She reached down, touching the lace at the top of her stockings.