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    “It's cool, this door locks.”
    Helena was laughing, and it was evident she was pretty drunk. The party-goers had broken off into couples after about an hour, and Steve had watched his wife with both hope and fear as she emerged from the pool with another couple. By then, he was wild with lust and imagining extremely filthy things. But Helena, to his equal relief and disappointment, had sauntered across to him and leaned over. Her skin had been cool and small rivers of water snaked over her skin and between her dangling breasts. “I know where we can sneak away,” she had whispered.
    And she had led him to one of the cabanas near the pool.
    Steve's cock was so hard he could barely walk. He reached behind him and fumbled with the lock, but he was still trying to move into the room and grasp at every part of his wife as he did it. He was also a little drunk, and he made a mess of the whole thing, tripped, and fell into the darkness.
    Luckily he had a soft landing on some kind of couch or cot or bed.
    Helena laughed, and then she was next to him. Her hands were seeking out his body, getting under his shirt, fumbling with his belt. Her skin was still wet, and she was a little cold. He felt the slap of her wet hair against his skin, and the cool fabric of her suit.
    As his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, he saw that there was a window above them letting in a little light, and then the nearly-naked form of his wife's body became better visible. She looked silver in the dim light, and her skin glistened. Her wet hair snaked around her neck and shoulders, and her whole body looked fresh and new. He fumbled to get his clothes off.
    “Shhhh!” Helena hissed suddenly, and she rose up on her knees to peer out of the propped window.
    Steve pulled his shirt over his head and listened.
    At first he heard nothing, but then at the same time that he saw Helena cover her mouth and drop down to rest her ass on her heels, he heard the unmistakeable sound of a couple, murmuring. Skin slapping together, moans. The sounds of people having sex.
    Helena pointed toward the wall, and her eyes were excited, but she was too...mortified by something to look. Steve rose up cautiously, and Helena slapped her hand on his forearm but not in any real attempt to stop him.
    From the window there was a view of the back of another cabana and then a slice of the pine trees that shaded the path and the area where the hot tub was. And he could see the hot tub itself.
    And the people in it.
    There was not much mistaking the slender, cinnamon-tan colored body of Zahra, or her inky black hair, even though she had her back to the window and so all that he could see was the heart shape of her ass where it flared away from her narrow waist.
    This was the first thing he took in, and then the surrounding picture came into focus, piece by piece.
    It was so lewd, so unexpected and yet expected, that his mind had a hard time delivering the message to his body. For a moment he stopped breathing.
    Zahra was on her knees, and her head was moving back and forth, without shaking her wet hair, which stuck to her back. Her skin was wet and beads of water clung to it like sweat. They glistened in the low light that hung over the hot tub. Her face was bobbing over the center of a man, and when she pulled back, Steve could see his flopping balls, slapping against his own thighs with the momentum of Zahra's sucking.
    But the torso that rose over her head was pale, and covered in light-brown hair, and the man who stared down at her with his mouth open was not her husband.
    But there was more. Zahra's slender arm was outstretched, to her right, and her fingers were clasped around a big, huge, cock.
    And this man was Reza. Tan, dripping wet, shiny and completely naked. Steve stared at his cock, and Zahra's fingers moving up and down his shaft. It was a dark, fat piece of meat, uncircumcised and hard enough to push the swollen glans and foreskin tight against the