The Wives of Beverly Row 3: Lust Has a New Address Read Online Free PDF

twelve feet from the camera. She felt awkward with Peter standing there watching her. “Get on your knees,” Jake said. She did what he said and got down on her knees. “Perfect,” Jake said. “Now, Peter, go over and stand beside her. Open your pants and take your dick out. I want you, Zola, to hold his cock in your left hand.”
    Zola was on her knees in front of Peter and she reached up and held his cock. Jake rushed over and hurriedly opened his belt and pulled down his pants as a red light on the camera flashed. “Hold mine with your other hand,” he said.
    As the camera began flashing and taking pictures, Zola kneeled there with Jake and Peter behind her, holding each of their erect penises like two prizes. She felt like a complete whore. She’d never felt so cheap and slutty. She had no idea what was happening with her life, what sort of a marriage she was going to have when this night was over, and she didn’t even want to think about it. She was starting to think that even if she lost Jake, even if she lost all his money and this beautiful house, it might be worth it to reclaim her dignity.
    “I hope you smiled,” Jake said. Zola had no idea if she’d been smiling or not, she couldn’t remember, but somehow she doubted it.
    After the photos were taken, Jake took the camera from the tripod and checked to make sure he’d gotten good pictures. “Oh my God,” he said, “the guys on the board are going to fucking love these. Now, follow me you little lovers. We’re going to the bedroom.”
    Zola got up from her knees and felt Peter’s cold, sweaty hand on her ass as she followed Jake up the stairs. She hated the situation. She hated every single thing about it. It made her sick to her stomach. As she followed Jake into the bedroom, the bedroom she was supposed to share with him only, she thought back to the very first time she’d seen it. She’d been so overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. She’d been so overcome with admiration for Jake and his wealth that she’d failed to see the warning signs. She should have recognized him for what he was back then. She should have known that he wasn’t fit to be a husband.
    “I’m just going to sit over here,” Jake said, more to Peter than to Zola. “You just do what you want to her. I’ll take some photos and some video, I’ll watch, but I won’t say a word.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Peter said. Zola could tell he was excited. He could hardly contain his anticipation. He was like a salivating dog that was about to fuck her.
    He reached out to Zola and took her by the hand. He came in closer to her. Before Zola even realized what was happening he was kissing her. His wet, slippery tongue was inside her mouth, wriggling around like a horrible worm. She tried to play along. She sucked his tongue while it was inside her mouth and touched it with her own tongue. He seemed to like that because he pushed her down onto the bed. He got down on top of her and began to take off his clothes.
    “Dude, you’re wife is smoking hot,” he said to Jake. “I’m going to fuck her so nice.”
    Zola looked at her husband. He was recording everything with his camera. She looked up at Peter. His body was awful. He was out of shape, pasty, with a lot of moles on his shoulders.
    He pushed her down on her back and then crawled up over her so that his cock was above her face. She opened her mouth and he lowered his hairy scrotum down into her mouth. She sucked on it gently.
    “That’s it, slut. Suck on that sack. Make daddy happy.”
    Zola sucked on it, running her tongue around the bottom of the sack in perfect little circles. She could see Peter’s cock getting longer and harder in front of her eyes. He pulled away from her and she let his scrotum slip out of her mouth. A second later and the tip of his cock was pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth again and let the enormous length of his shaft slide into her mouth and right to the very back of her