Chapter 4: FFM
I wiped some bbq sauce from my face after biting into a delicious rib. I loved these bbqs the Altons threw every summer.
I noticed my husband checking out Courtney’s ass in her sexy little thong bikini. I licked my lips, knowing that he had a thing for her. And that I would use that to my advantage.
“Hey Markus, doesn’t Courtney have a great ass?” I whispered in his ear, lips brushing his earlobe.
He jumped a little, eyes darting to my lips. He swallowed hard and nodded, “Yeah, she does.”
I smirked, “You know what would be hot? Me, Courtney, and Max all fucking in a sex tape.”
He choked on his drink, eyes going wide. “I think I’d like that very much,” he said taking a swig of his beer.
“Why don’t you talk to Max, see if he’s willing to fuck me with his wife while you film the action,” I suggested. Markus gave me a side-eye, sensing my mischievousness. But as predicted, the thought of seeing me fuck another man was too irresistible to him. “Yeah, I could do that,” he said, a devilish grin lighting up his face.
Later that evening, we found Courtney and Max sitting outside on the patio. We sidled up next to them with nervous excitement.
“Hey, Max, Courtney. Aimee and I were thinking about spicing things up tonight, you two want to play?” Markus asked.
He looked at Max with slight hesitation, awaiting his response. Max, surprised by the offer, looked at his wife.
Courtney smiled and glanced at me with hunger in her eyes. I nodded slightly, giving her approval. “Yeah, sure. Actually, that sounds like fun,” she replied. Markus grinned, “Fuck yes.”
“You thinking about a wife swap or something,” Max asked.
“Actually no, I want to film you fucking Aimee and Courtney,” Markus said. Max’s eyebrows shot up as his eyes moved to me. “Are you serious?”
I gave him a sultry smile and slowly nodded. “Very.”
The sexual tension in the air was electric as we all crept into the house. Max and Courtney had never been in this setting before and the floor-to-ceiling erotic artwork, the various sex toys casually placed throughout, the general air of hedonism and depravity that hangs heavy in the walls, it all made their jaws drop.