Free The Wives of Beverly Row 4: Lust Has a New Address by Abby Weeks

camera was recording her every movement. There was no way out, no escape. She was going to have to fake it.
    She began to moan, trying to sound as convincing as possible. It seemed to work. Jake’s eyes widened. He watched her more intensely than ever. He leaned forward in his seat and she thought she could see a bulge forming in his pants.
    She leaned her head back and began to thrust her pelvis forward toward her finger as she continued to slide it deep into her pussy. She moaned and thrust forward, trying to act the way she’d seen porn stars acting when they were orgasming. She slid her finger into her pussy faster and faster, as if she was really bringing herself to orgasm, and as she continued, as she moaned in fake pleasure, she noticed that she was actually beginning to get aroused. Her finger felt better and better in her pussy the more she slid it in. Her moans began to grow louder, they were real moans of pleasure! She thrust her pelvis, pounded her pussy, and began letting the palm of her hand slap against her clit as she fingered herself. She gasped. She really was coming. The orgasm pulsed through her vagina and she cried out in one last, loud moan as she climaxed.
    She opened her eyes. She hadn’t realized she’d shut them. Jake was grinning at her. He was pleased. Despite everything, despite the horrible way he was treating her, despite the utter disrespect and humiliation he was heaping upon her on a daily basis, she felt proud that she’d been able to make him happy. She was glad she’d been able to please him. He was her husband after all.
    She looked down at her pussy. It was soaking wet and bright pink from the stimulation. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her chest. She was panting.
    “Good girl,” Jake said to her, and then he turned back to the computer and began pounding away on the keyboard, no doubt congratulating himself to his friends and listening to their praises.

XI
    Z OLA WAS ALMOST ASLEEP BY the time Jake came to bed. He’d spent over an hour on the internet after Zola had left him. He’d even locked the door of his office at one point. Zola didn’t allow herself to wonder what he was doing in there with the door locked. She just couldn’t handle the stress of it. There was no way he was doing anything good. Her best guess was that he’d been watching a video of one of the other men’s wives masturbating, just as they’d all watched her. She imagined that he’d jerked off while watching.
    She’d allowed herself to cry when she was in the shower but now she was holding it all in again. She didn’t want to do anything to anger Jake.
    “Zola,” Jake said, softly, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Are you awake?”
    “Yes,” she said.
    She had her back to him and she didn’t turn around. She was afraid she might cry if she had to face him.
    “Listen,” he said. “I’ve made an arrangement that I think you’re going to like.”
    She felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke. She knew only too well the kind of arrangements that he liked to make. There was no way in hell she was going to like it.
    “I’ve told your friend, Ariel, about us. She’s interested in having some fun.”
    At the mention of Ariel’s name, Zola almost threw up. A wave of emotion washed over her and she even thought she heard a ringing in her ear, as if she’d just been hit by a bus.
    This was too much! It was one thing to make her life on the internet a sordid mess of cheating and sexual deviance. It was another thing entirely to bring her real life into it.
    “What do you mean?” she said. Her voice broke as she spoke but she couldn’t help it. She kept her back to Jake and listened intently as he spoke.
    “I was talking to her,” he said.
    “You were talking to her? I thought you hated her.”
    “I don’t hate her.”
    “Where were you talking.”
    Jake sighed. “A bar. I saw her in a bar the other night.”
    “What bar?”
    “Just a bar in Santa Monica. We met there by