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the flavour of dog poop in her mouth, just about the worst flavour in her pantry. Still, grossed out as she felt, she couldn’t expose her husband and embarrass him. “We did it all night last night, and he was absolutely, positively terrific.” To back up her words, she faked a yawn and stretched. “He’s an insatiable tiger, and I’m a zombie today and about to fall asleep on my plate.”
    Veronica blinked. “Is that all? Details! We need to know more, woman. Dish!”
    Demi’s throat grew dry and words stuck in her throat. She felt trapped and didn’t know which way to turn. Her glance strayed to the neighbouring patrons and she gulped. Even if she had something exciting to share, she wasn’t sure she could blurt it out here. “We had lots and lots of hot vanilla sex. I’m sure you’d be bored by our love life. It’s tame compared to yours.”
    Veronica nodded then patted her belly, and her lips turned up like a cat’s. “I want all of you to know I used Simon’s hot cock to very good use. We’re pregnant! I’m due in six and a half months.”
    Everybody squealed and clapped. Then Cassandra smiled slyly and added, “Me, too! I’m three months along.” She pouted. “I don’t know how much longer I can wear my leather. Especially if I have twins or triplets. They run rampant in my family.”
    Lisa ran the pad of her finger around the rim of her glass then looked up, her eyes brimming over with giddiness. “Me, too.”
    Veronica squinted at her. “Is it your husband’s or your other lover’s?”
    Demi bit back a gasp but stared, fascinated.
    Lisa shrugged prettily. “I don’t know. Could be either. The three of us are cool with whatever happens. Reid will be the daddy either way.”
    Demi couldn’t believe her ears. She’d known her friends were decadent, but not to this extent.
    All eyes at the table turned to her. Veronica leaned closer. “Well, Demi. What about you? Tick, tock. You’re the oldest one at this table. It’s your turn.”
    Reeling, Demi’s jaw dropped. Her pregnant? She wished, but how? Unable to deal with this line of questioning which was worse than the last, she bolted out of her chair so fast it clanged to the floor. “No. We’re not expecting. I have to go. I’ll call you later.”
    Demi shot out of the restaurant, weaving through the crowded tables, ducking under a huge tray laden with drinks and dodging people backing up without looking where they were going all the while trying to catch her breath. She fished around in the bottom of her purse for her breath mints. This awful taste in her mouth was going to make her puke if she didn’t get rid of it fast.
    Thankfully, she found the pack and shook several into her mouth. When the minty flavour burst into her mouth, she sighed in relief. She didn’t know how long she could go on like this without breaking down and doing something worse than bolting from her friends without explanation.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Later that night Demi soaked in her tub. Unable to get the visions of two big cocks fucking her out of her mind or the taste of milk chocolate and caramel out of her mouth, she soaped her body with a rich lather, then slid her favourite dildo in and out of her pussy. She wondered how it would taste to have a second cock drive into her at the same time. A real cock made of flesh and blood, not this lousy plastic thing.
    She couldn’t believe Lisa, not knowing which lover’s baby she carried, allowing the possibility of getting herself impregnated by someone not her husband. It shocked her more than Reid taking another man as a lover.
    And yet, at the same time it was titillating. Two loaded cocks had fucked her friend and she’d played Russian Roulette.
    The door opened and Alex came in and knelt on the floor beside her. His normal slate grey eyes turned to a blue darker than the midnight ocean as he watched. He knew better than to speak and inordinately put a bad taste into her mouth while she was having