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see what was happening, his outline said it all. Monica was in the doggy-style position with her head buried between my legs. James had inserted his fingers into her walls just as Monica did to me only moments earlier. I could see James maneuvering his body so that he could taste her. In the meantime, Monica was pulling another orgasm out of me.
    She moaned against my clit from my husband pleasing her. The more James pushed and pulled on her, the more intense her pleasing me became. I scooted forward so that I could lay flat on the floor. Monica stood up and positioned herself over me. She pulled her French-cut panties to the side and placed her pussy lips on my mouth. I just imitated what she did to me, switching back and forth from kissing and sucking her clit and sticking my tongue inside her. James was inside of me, stretching my walls to fit him.
    He stroked me slow, teasing me with just the head before sliding it all in. His thumb created friction on my clit and before we could stop it, I exploded on his length and Monica exploded in my mouth. We were about to switch positions when the lights came on and the elevator started moving. James pulled out of me still rock-hard, making it a little difficult to pull up the zipper on his pants.
    When the elevator door opened, the attendant and the security guard were waiting on the other side. They tried to apologize, but we just rushed past them and scrambled down the hall to our suite so we could finish what we started. We didn’t think about the fact that they could probably smell sex in the air, and I don’t think we really cared.
    Upon entry to the room, Monica went to run hot water into the Jacuzzi because the water that was in there had gone cold. I sat on the side of the bed, anxiety covering me like a blanket. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done and what I was about to do. I was excited and scared at the same time. I was excited because I was finally letting go of my inhibitions and stepping outside the box, but scared because I didn’t want to disappoint my husband.
    I’ll never do this again, I thought, but I did want him to enjoy this night of pleasure.
    Monica came out of the bathroom in her bra and panties. I was hesitant about looking her in the eye because I knew my cheeks were red from blushing. We were all silent, not wanting to be the one to say something first. James changed the CD in the stereo to a slow-jams mix he put together. When R. Kelly started crooning, “Come to Daddy,” Monica started doing an erotic dance in front of the full-length mirror. James leaned back on the dresser to watch the show, and I just sat there with a shocked expression on my face. She danced like she’d had ballet lessons, but with just enough eroticism to make you think she might have been wrapped around a pole in a strip club once or twice.
    As she got closer to me, I scooted back on the bed to keep her at arm’s length. What we did in the dark elevator was cool because I couldn’t see it, but now we were in a well-lit room with my husband able to see everything. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with it, but when I looked over at James stroking his length and gazing at us I couldn’t stop. Just the fact that he’d been hard for more than five minutes was amazing.
    The look on my face screamed, “HELP” as I looked from James to Monica. Monica advanced toward me slowly, and James smiled as he watched us work. I was now up against the headboard with my legs up to my chest. When Monica reached me, she took my feet into her hands and started to massage them one at a time. I was as stiff as a virgin on her first night, and Monica did her thing to help me relax.
    She took my toes into her mouth, one at a time. My moans escaped involuntarily. Her soft lips traveled up my thighs until they rested against my pelvis. Her tongue dipped in and out of my honey pot. She held my lips open with both hands, exposing my now wet pearl to my husband.
    “James, can I