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but so turned on at the thought that we might be caught
mid act. The voices got closer, as did I. I widened my eyes as I stared at
Anthony, willing him to read my nerves, but he just winked and slipped another
finger inside me, pumping faster. I clenched tightly and gritted my teeth as
the voices grew level, an orgasm threatening to shatter me and have me scream
so loudly, no form of gag would be able to disguise us hidden in here.
    ‘No,’ I mumbled against his palm as my climax
began to blossom. Anthony’s grin grew wider, his eyes twinkling wickedly. He
leaned in to whisper in my ear.
    ‘Come for me, Tracy, you know you have no
control once it starts.’ He was right, it was pitiful how quickly, and easily,
I could come. I closed my eyes, praying that the approaching voices weren’t
coming to replenish their ice bucket, and gave in to the heady sensation of my
orgasm. I tried desperately to mute my response as my body shook, but Anthony
had to pretend to hold a conversation about how much ice we needed to try and
detract from the noise. I slumped against the wall when I started to come down
from my high, relieved that the other guests had continued by, leaving us
undetected. Anthony chuckled as he uncovered my mouth.
    ‘You’re evil,’ I moaned, taking big gulps of
air. Breathing through one's nose during an orgasm wasn’t an easy feat.
    ‘Don’t try making out that you didn’t enjoy
it,’ he chuckled, slowly sliding his fingers out from inside me. He pulled his
hand from my jeans and lifted up his fingers, glistening with my arousal for me
to see. ‘This tells me that you did. Suck them clean,’ he ordered.
    ‘Next time it will be you in the public sexual
act hot seat,’ I warned, doing as I was told, wondering if other women tasted
anything like I did.
    ‘I have no problem with that.’
     

The Moment Of Truth
    Tracy

     
    ‘I’m going down to the Champagne bar, come and join me when
you’re ready. Our table’s booked early, for seven p.m., so we can eat unhurried
then head to the event together at nine.’ Anthony leaned over and kissed the
top of my head as I sat at the dressing table doing my makeup. I was wrapped in
my luxurious towel, fresh from the most amazing power massage shower.
    ‘Don’t you dare leave me alone in that ballroom
tonight,’ I warned, pointing my stippling brush at his reflection in the
mirror.
    ‘I told you, I’m only happy sharing if I’m
watching. You really think I’d let you loose in a room full of swingers without
me at your side?’
    ‘I’m so nervous,’ I confessed, my shoulders
slumping slightly. Much as the idea turned me on, I wasn’t sure I’d have the
courage to see it through. He immediately put his hands on my shoulders and
proceeded to give me a light massage.
    ‘We’re going to have a look, to see what sort
of people attend and how they approach each other. If you don’t want to go
through with inviting anyone up, or accepting any invitations, we don’t have
to.’
    ‘What if someone really ugly asks to join us?
It’s not like I can say “ sorry, go get a new face and come and proposition
me when you look like Gerard Butler ,” is it?’
    ‘No,’ he laughed. ‘But you can say “ sorry,
not tonight .” Everyone there knows the score. Besides, I had to show both
of our pictures when I was vetted for the membership. It’s an elite club, they
don’t let any old Tom, Dick or Harry in. There’s a certain standard that has to
be met in terms of looks and physique.’
    ‘Well, everyone’s idea of what’s attractive
varies, doesn’t it? Most women are mad about George Clooney, but I’m telling
you, if he came and knocked on our door and said “ Tracy, I want to ravish
you right now ,” I’d be like, “ Jog on, Cloones. That face don’t float
this boat .”’
    ‘You don’t think he’s hot?’ Anthony looked at
me puzzled.
    ‘No, why? Do you? Are you trying to tell me you
want to fuck a man tonight?’ I held his gaze,