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  The Pink Bow

  Isabelle Drake

  Cuckold Beach, Book One

  Abby is a very naughty girl. Hornier than your average housewife. And she’s certain she’s done a good job of hiding it from Troy. But like any dutiful husband, not only has Troy noticed the intensity of Abby’s sex drive—he plans to exploit it.

  In a luxurious house on the beach, where couples gather to privately enjoy a taste of sexual freedom, Abby’s about to experience the hottest gift a husband can give.

  An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  The Pink Bow

  Isabelle Drake

  Dedication

  For Kelli…friend first, then editor.

  Chapter One

  Stripper Heels and a Short Black Skirt

  Troy and I got married six months ago, so it won’t surprise you to know we have a lot of sex. But there’s one night each week that’s extra-special—every Thursday we play Scrabble first.

  I know when I say it like that it sounds really boring, but trust me—it isn’t. Troy’s dick is always hard throughout the game and he really knows how to make me beg for what I already want. I’ll be sitting across the board from him, watching his long fingers put tiles in place, wondering how he’s going to make me come later. By the time the game is over, I’m on fire with anticipation.

  But that Thursday night, about three months ago, instead of pulling the Scrabble board out from under the bed, he led me to the closet and told me to put on my shortest skirt and highest heels and left the room. I made a joke out it and put on a pair of stripper heels a friend had given me. Then I slipped into the tiny slip-on skirt I bought on clearance but never wore. No top. No panties.

  He didn’t laugh when I marched out into our small living room, jiggled my boobs and then spun around to show him my bare ass. He looked me up and down and said, totally straight-faced, “The no-panties idea is perfect, but you better go ahead and put a shirt on or I’m going to fuck you myself, right now.” Then he looked away and added, “Hurry up so we can get going.”

  “Where’re we going?”

  He didn’t look at me.

  “Should I wear t-shirt? Or a nice blouse?” I asked, stepping backward toward our bedroom.

  “Wear the sluttiest top you can come up with.”

  That got my attention. Not him using the word “sluttiest”. I’m used to that because he calls me “slut” all the time. And for good reason—I can’t get enough. However and whenever he wants to fuck me, I’m ready. Sometimes I think I’ll never, ever get enough sex. Before Troy and I got married, I was pretty wild. There isn’t much I haven’t tried. But I was doing a good job of keeping my unusually intense sex drive a secret from my husband. Or at least I thought I was. It was on that Thursday night that I learned he’d known the truth about me for a while.

  Not only did he know the truth. He planned to exploit it for his own pleasure.

  Right before we left our condo, he made me stand in front of him and stick out my chest.

  “Take your bra off.”

  “I can’t go out like that! What if someone sees me?”

  “They will see you. That’s the idea. I want everyone to be able to see your hard nipples.”

  I tried to slip past him to get to the door but he blocked me. “Take it off and hand it to me. Or I’ll rip it off myself.”

  I know it sounds terrible, but I love it when he talks that way. I know if I asked him to stop using that tone with me, he would. Instantly. But I never do because his rough commands make my pussy so hot and wet, I wouldn’t even consider telling him to stop.

  So, I did what I always do—exactly what he wants. I slipped my sparkly pink t-shirt over my head and handed it to him. Then I took off my bra and handed him that. He reached out and pinched each of my nipples, and then sucked on them until they were both tight and incredibly stiff.

  “I expect you to keep them hard all night. If you don’t, I’ll lift your shirt up and take care of it myself. I won’t care who sees me sucking on your tits.”

  A shiver went down my back and settled in my pussy. The kind of shiver that doesn’t go away until it’s good and ready. Or until Troy fucks it out of me. I put my shirt back on and looked down. Sure enough, the hard points of my nipples were clearly showing.

  Troy nodded with a sharp tip of his head. “Turn around,” he barked.

  I did, pivoting on my strappy platform sandals. Once my back was to him, he lifted my tiny black skirt. “No panties. Good girl.” Then he smacked my bare ass several times, keeping at it until my ass stung. Then he walked out.

  Damn him for getting me so turned on and then leaving! I rushed after him, walking as fast as I could in the stripper heels and doing my best to ignore the bouncing of my tits. Outside, a couple of our neighbors were chatting near their cars but were too far away to get a clear look at me. Troy was already getting into his car.

  The sun had just set when we pulled out of the parking lot but the air was still really hot. The kind of weather you expect in Southern California in August. Steamy and sensual. As we drove, the crowded city faded into the distance and the traffic thinned. After a while, Troy turned off the freeway and headed down one of the smaller roads that run up and down the coast. When we got close to the ocean, I unrolled my window and breathed in the thick, salty air.

  Troy didn’t say anything as we passed through the towns along the water. It wasn’t the kind of quiet when he’s upset, but the kind when he’s excited or anxious or just considering something important. So I didn’t worry about him not talking. I looked out the window and tried not to think about the fact that only a tiny layer of fabric separated my bare pussy from Troy’s view.

  As we went farther down the coastline, the buildings became smaller and closer together but it was obvious that everyone who lived along the coast was loaded. The yards were landscaped with flowers, beach grasses and fan palms, and lit with soft spotlights. Many of the houses were tall and narrow, with parking garages on the ground level and living spaces above. It was a neighborhood way out of our price range, that was for sure.

  Another thing I was sure of—we didn’t know anyone who lived here. Or maybe it was just me who didn’t know anyone, otherwise why would Troy bring us here?

  After a long while, Troy turned off the main road and started checking the map on his phone. My curiosity was making me so jittery, each minute dragged, but finally he parked. Once he cut the engine, he turned to me and put his hand on my leg. “You know how much I love you, right?”

  “More than the moon loves the stars,” I said, repeating our special phrase.

  “That’s right. And I always will.” He slid his hand up my leg. “I know about the porn.”

  My mind went blank.

  Was that what he’d been thinking about during the drive? Heavy silence settled between us until I broke it with words, even though I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to say. I explained about a girl at work telling me to check out a particular site and how the site made me curious, so I kept looking… And I kept babbling, telling most but not all of the truth, until he cut me off.

  “It’s okay. I love you, Abby. And I know what you need—so I’m going to make sure you get it.”

  I started to talk again, telling him how much I loved him and that he always satisfied me, but he cut me off a second time by kissing me firmly on the mouth. His hard kiss stirred up all that lust that had brewing since he’d told me to change clothes. Within a minute, I was panting and reaching for his belt. He guided my hands away with a smile and laugh.

  “No, no. Tonight is going to be different. For one thing, you aren’t in charge.”

  “What else?” I asked, eager to know.

  He shook his head and cli
mbed out of the car. “Follow me and find out.”

  I jogged after him, this time glancing around to see if anyone might spot me and guess who, or what, I was—a horny wife with no panties who liked to get bossed around by her husband so much, she lets him call her a slut and make her go out in public looking like a hooker.

  Here’s the truth—I hadn’t been so turned on in weeks. Months. Maybe years. Maybe ever. My pussy was so slick, my juices were dripping onto my thighs.

  Even though there were many homes, we were the only people on the street. The air was salty and the ocean rumbled in the distance. The house he led me to had a long flight of stairs up to the small front porch, and low, bass-filled dance music thumped from behind the door, which opened before we’d even knocked.

  We stepped inside and were greeted by a man standing in a large foyer that had a pair of doors on one side, a table and hanging mirror on the other. With his clean-shaven head, black goatee and giant shoulders, he looked like a bouncer, which I guess is what he was. Troy handed him his driver’s license and the guy checked a list on a clipboard and nodded.

  The man gave Troy his license back and then set the clipboard on the table. He looked me up and down, his gaze gliding over my body with care and interest. “Nice choice, sir. She’ll be a welcome addition here.”

  A lot of girls might start asking questions at this point, but I trust my husband completely. He would never put me in danger or take me somewhere I didn’t want to go. One thing I was sure of—this night had something to do with sex, so I was all in.

  “Thanks. She’s my wife.” Pride deepened Troy’s voice. By this point I wasn’t quite my usual self and the compliment really got to me. I shimmied a bit, making my breasts wiggle beneath the sparkly shirt.

  The man’s white teeth flashed brightly when he smiled. Then he took something from a basket on the floor and handed it to Troy. It was a long, bright-pink sash with a bow tied in the middle.

  “Put this around your waist,” Troy said, holding it out to me.

  The fabric was smooth against my palm. “Don’t you get one?” I asked, hoping to get a smile from him.

  “No. I don’t.”

  I fastened the ribbon using the tiny silver buckle attached. The other man stepped over and adjusted the bow so it rested on the curve of my ass.

  All of a sudden I understood. I was a walking present—but for who?

  The man patted my butt and then gave me a gentle push. “Enjoy yourselves.”

  Troy put his arm around me as we walked down the hall. He stopped at the end and looked at my face, his gaze serious. He kissed me on the mouth, letting his warm lips linger above mine just a second longer than I expected before lifting his head and taking my hand.

  Three steps later I was in the living room—and instantly took two steps back.

  Troy caught my retreat and guided me forward by wrapping his arm firmly behind my back. I continued to move forward with him as my gaze roamed the room.

  It looked like the set of a movie—a porn movie. I ought to know, I’ve seen enough of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Troy watching me. I looked at him and he lifted his eyebrows, his way of checking to see if I was okay.

  Sure, I was totally shocked and didn’t know what was going on, but I was okay. Like I said, he would never take me anywhere that wasn’t safe.

  The large, rectangular room had a vaulted ceiling and a balcony beyond a glass wall. There was a well-stocked bar area in the back. The rest of the space was divided into several sitting areas and an open spiral staircase was off to the side. The L-shaped couch looked as if it was made of white leather, and the coffee table in front of it gleaming chrome and glass. Huge, exotic paintings covered the walls and soft lighting glowed throughout the room. I couldn’t really tell what the balcony looked like, but I could see the orange flames of torches and tabletop candles glowing in the darkness. The faint scent of salt air drifted in through the open doors and the dance music thumped from invisible speakers.

  But the decor wasn’t even the most stunning thing. It was the people.

  There were a couple dozen, all different ages, some mostly naked, some fully dressed. Over by the glass wall, there was a man in nothing but fringed cowboy chaps talking to a woman in a stern business suit. A tiny woman covered in nothing but body glitter danced for an ordinary-looking couple seated in the corner of the white couch. The woman was watching the girl twist and spin but the man was trying to shove a hand under his companion’s skirt. The woman was laughing and pushing his hand away, and he kept trying his luck.

  I know it might sound weird, but I was actually glad for what I saw because it made me, braless and wearing no panties under my tiny skirt, no big deal.

  A woman dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt broke away from a tight cluster of people in one of the corners, came straight up to us and held her hand out to my husband. “Troy, I presume?”

  Troy accepted her handshake and nodded. Even though she was gorgeous, with sun-bleached blonde hair and a perfect bikini figure, Troy was all business as he confirmed who he was.

  After she dropped his hand, she offered me hers. “Abigail?”

  Her handshake was firm but her hand soft. “Abby. That’s what I go by.”

  “Welcome to my home, Abby. I’m Winona. If there’s anything I can do for you, anything at all, you let me know.” She smiled as she let go of my hand. “I’m completely at your service.”

  Then she turned back to Troy. “According to your profile, you’re looking for a very dominating bull. I have several visiting tonight. They know what you’ve requested and they’ll know when to approach you. So please,” she gestured to the different seating areas, and then to the bar and a buffet table, “make yourselves at home and enjoy everything I have to offer. The bulls will come to you when they think you’re both relaxed and ready, and they’ll take you outside onto the balcony.”

  Then she surprised me by giving me a kiss on the cheek and strolling off, heading to another cluster of people lingering near the stairs. Troy took my hand and led me to the bar. As we headed over to the back of the room, I kept trying to see what was going on outside, but because of the lighting, all I could make out were shapes and the flickers of orange and yellow light.

  There was nobody else at the bar, and Troy poured us each a glass of wine. He handed me a delicate glass filled with a dark red and lightly clinked his glass against mine.

  After I took a sip, I whispered to Troy, “What’s a bull?”

  He grinned down at me, a familiar gleam in his brown eyes. “Keep showing off that hot body of yours and you’ll get to find out.”

  Chapter Two

  Hot Bulls, Hot Wife and a Husband

  We stood in the corner, me watching the sexual sway of the glittering dancer while Troy nibbled on my neck. I drank my first glass of wine faster than I should’ve. I think it was because Troy was making me so hot, running his mouth up and down my skin. And everyone around us was so incredibly free. Just watching them and being there, part of the scene, made me even hornier and desperate to fuck. My face was flushed pink and my nipples were turning into tight peaks all over again.

  “I like seeing you like this, so hot and needy and vulnerable,” Troy growled. Then he backed away and headed toward the bar.

  Across the room, I spotted another woman with a pink bow tied around her hips. Two men were talking to her, gesturing at each other as though they wanted her to pick one over the other. Neither man seemed to mind the way she was making a show of looking each of them over.

  I didn’t notice Troy returning until he brushed against me. “I don’t know if I should drink anymore,” I said, even though I accepted the wineglass. “What if I do something I’ll regret?” I gave him a sexy wink, hoping he’d suggest I do something naughty right this second, like find a dark corner to suck his cock.

  He nodded to the glass. “Drink it. I’m in control of how you behave tonight.”

  I really, really liked the soun
d of that. So I went ahead and took a sip and let the heat of the wine sink deep inside me as I continued watching the woman across the room. She pointed to one of the men and said something. His response was to peel off his t-shirt and reveal a mouthwatering chest, complete with a trail of hair leading to the waistband of his jeans.

  “Like that?” Troy asked when he noticed me staring.

  Just then, a man broke through the crowd and moved toward us, his broad shoulders rolling as he strutted. He must’ve come from outside because I hadn’t seen him in the room, and trust me, I’d taken a good look at everyone and this guy would’ve stood out. He was wearing expensive-looking beige dress slacks and a pressed black silk shirt. His light-brown hair was trimmed close around his ears and a smooth leather belt accentuated his trim waist. He looked like an ad for an upscale men’s clothing store—except for his incredibly sexy bare feet. When he stopped in front of us, I noticed that the tops of his feet had a dusting of sand.

  He completely ignored me as he held out his hand to Troy and introduced himself as Leo. My husband accepted the handshake. They had a cryptic conversation, Leo telling Troy that both he and another man were available, and Troy responding that his wife needed to learn a lesson that would last a while.

  Just when I was about to ask Troy what he was talking about, he set our wineglasses on the bar and then unbuckled the clasp of my bow. He handed the sleek pink belt to Leo, who rolled it up, slipped it into his pocket and said, “Matt is outside.”

  Troy nodded and then turned to me. “A bull is a man who has permission to fuck another man’s wife. Leo is a bull. His friend Matt is one too.”

  It was only then that Leo acknowledged me by holding out his hand. Automatically, I shook it, but I had no idea what to say.

  Troy had brought me here to have sex with someone else?

  Even though I tried to squash it, a dark thrill went through me.