The Wives of Beverly Row 4: Lust Has a New Address Read Online Free PDF Page A

that in her life. She’d never felt the exquisite pleasure of a man’s semen squirting into her body. She’d never had sex before. She’d never been used like this by a man. Kyle’s cock pulsed another dose of semen into her anus and Becky gasped in pleasure. She felt like an animal. She felt raw and dirty and so sexual that she couldn’t even think. Kyle’s semen squirted up into her and as it did, his hand continued to play with her clit.
    The heat in her body built up to such a pitch that it completely overcame her. She almost blacked out. She gasped, her muscles clenched and flexed, her heart pounded, and the pleasure of orgasm surged through her nerves like a wildfire. She cried out again and again, gasping in pleasure, as Kyle’s semen squirted up into her. Her orgasm raced through every muscle of her body, wave after wave of it in an unending progression of pleasure and ecstatic sensation.
    “Oh God,” she cried.
    As her orgasm continued to race through her, Kyle pulled his firm, long cock out of her ass and grabbed it with his hand. The last squirt of semen flew from the tip of his cock and landed on Becky’s ass, sliding down the crack between her cheeks in a sticky mess.
    “Jesus,” Kyle said.
    “What made you try that?” Becky said. She felt nervous. She was worried she was being a slut. She’d been fucked in the ass but he hadn’t ever tried to have sex with her normally. What did it mean?
    Kyle just sighed in pleasure.
    “Jesus,” he said again.
    “Kyle,” Becky said.
    “Come on,” Kyle said. “Let’s get you home.”

VI
    A RIEL FOUND HERSELF THINKING ABOUT Matt’s brother, Jeff, as she made her way through the traffic to Santa Monica. He sure was something to think about. He was handsome, charming, friendly, well-built, pretty much everything she was looking for in a man, at least during this transitional stage in her life. There had been a time when she’d been sensible about the men she allowed herself to be attracted to, or at least, had fooled herself into thinking she was sensible. She’d thought when she married Gabe that she was following her mother’s advice to choose a man who would make a good husband. If she was completely honest with herself, she’d chosen him because he was hot.
    Well, it was too late to change the habits of a lifetime now, she told herself. If Jeff asked her out, she’d say yes.
    She pulled into the parking lot outside the warehouse Gabe had rented and made her way through the numerous security doors that guarded her workspace. A feeling of calmness overcame her when she got inside. It was cool and airy in there. The air conditioning kept everything at just the right temperature. The lighting was perfect for painting. She liked having a job to do, a project, something to focus her attention on.
    She went up to her canvas and examined it. It was perfectly primed, ready for some real paint, and she took a moment to savor everything before she started. The beginning of a painting was the most exciting time for her. Anything was possible. The potential for the work was limitless. Once she started, the picture would begin to take shape and its destiny, its value, would be decided. Right now, while it was still a plain, blank piece of canvas, anything could happen.
    She started mixing some colors, dark blue tones, looking for the right tone for the dark sky and ocean. As she was putting the first pigment to the canvas, Gabe came in.
    “I thought I’d find you here,” he said cheerfully. He was carrying two cups of Starbucks coffee.
    Ariel took a cup from him and had a sip. It tasted perfect. She looked up at him. She was relieved to see that he wasn’t acting coyly around her. He’d asked her out the other evening and she’d turned him down. She wasn’t sure what that might have done to their working relationship. It seemed, so far at least, that he hadn’t taken the rejection to heart.
    “About the other night,” he said.
    “Oh,” Ariel said.