Free The Wives of Beverly Row 3: Lust Has a New Address by Abby Weeks Page B

for it.
    He came over and put his arm around her. She suddenly felt awful. She’d allowed this guy to pick her up at a bar for the simple reason that she was horny and she knew he was willing and able to do the deed.
    He reached with his hands down behind her and pulled up her dress, planting his hands on her bare butt cheeks. The elevator dinged and he let go. She pulled down her dress and followed him down the corridor toward their room. She could tell by the way he was walking that he was quite drunk. She was too, but not so much that she didn’t know what she was doing.
    Jake opened the door. This was Ariel’s absolute last chance to turn this thing around. She knew she’d regret it if she went through with this. She knew she’d never be able to look Zola in the eye again. She knew she’d feel like a complete and utter slut if she did it.
    He took her hand and pulled her into the room.
    “Wait,” she said, resisting him.
    “What is it?”
    “It’s just, Jake, to be honest.”
    “Oh no,” he said, reading the look on her face. “You’re having second thoughts. I can tell.”
    “Well, the thing is, Zola’s my friend.”
    “Yeah, but she’s a total slut. I already showed you what she did.”
    “I know,” Ariel said. “But it’s not just that.”
    “What is it?”
    “It’s just, I don’t want to be the girl who goes around fucking other girl’s husbands.”
    “Sure you do,” Jake said.
    “I don’t know,” Ariel said. It was true there was a thrill in the idea of it, but the reality was different. It was dirty.
    “Okay,” Jake said. “Let me show you something that will really blow your socks off.”
    Ariel rolled her eyes. She’d decided that she didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to go through with it. She’d feel too bad in the morning when she had to look at herself in the mirror in the full light of day. Jake pulled up the video file on his phone again and played it from the beginning. He handed it to Ariel this time.
    “I’ve already seen this,” Ariel said.
    “Just watch it to the end.”
    Ariel didn’t know why she was watching the video. It was dirty. It was seedy. It didn’t matter what Zola had done, this was about Ariel and the person she wanted to be. But then something strange happened in the video. Something so unusual and shocking that Ariel almost dropped the phone. As she continued to watch the action, her jaw opened wider and wider.
    Zola was in the footage, fucking that guy she’d seen earlier, but then Jake himself entered the scene. And then the two of them were fucking Zola at the same time, and Zola appeared to be enjoying it.
    “Jesus,” Ariel said.
    “Right?” Jake said.
    “I had no idea you guys were into that.”
    “Yes we are.”
    “But you told me she cheated on you.”
    “I just thought that was an easier way to get you to let me in,” Jake said.
    “So you admit you’ve been trying to pick me up right from the get go.”
    “I just thought that was a better way than telling you that Zola and I have a completely open relationship.”
    “So if I ask Zola about this she’ll agree?”
    “Yes, of course. But please don’t bring this up with Zola. She really doesn’t want any of our neighbors to know that she’s involved in this sort of thing.”
    “But you promise that Zola wouldn’t mind if I slept with you.”
    “Yes I do,” Jake said. He took her hand again and this time pulled her into the room and over to the bed.
    “What do you call that?” Ariel said as she lay back on the bed.
    Jake was standing over her. He looked down at her like he was starving for her body. “Call what?”
    “What you and Zola were doing.”
    “You mean a threesome?”
    “Yeah, but was it swinging, or wife-swapping or what? I’m not up to date on the lingo.”
    “It was hotwifing. It’s where you get other guys to sleep with your wife.”
    “Why?”
    “Why? Because it’s hot as hell,” he said.
    “And Zola agrees with it? She’s into