Triple Thrill By Anna Leigh Keaton
INFERNO:
Triple Thrill
By
Anna Leigh Keaton
Triple Thrill By Anna Leigh Keaton This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright© 2010 Anna Leigh Keaton ISBN: 978-1-60088-538-9
Cover Artist: Sable Grey Editor: Susan Greene
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Chapter One
Brock Duncan squeezed his wife’s hand as they entered Inferno that Friday night. His nerves were shot, his hands clammy, and his stomach was even a little queasy. “You sure about this, babe?” Yasmine, his gorgeous, loving wife, gave him one of those smiles that after eight years of marriage still melted his insides. “I am, but are you?” They sidled up to the bar, and Brock ordered a white wine for Yasmine and a double shot of Crown for himself. The bartender brought their drinks in an instant, and Brock paid and left him a nice tip. After handing the wine glass to his wife, he downed half his whiskey in one gulp. Yes, he was ready. He just hadn’t been this nervous since his first time in the back of his dad’s pickup truck with Jodi White his sophomore year of high school. Yasmine laid her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder. “I love you, Brock. This is for you, and if you don’t want—” “I do.” He breathed deep the soft floral scent of her perfume and wound his free arm around her waist. “I am ready. I want this.” She tipped her head back and grinned. A simple game of Truth or Dare a year ago culminated into this night. When Yasmine asked him for the deepest, darkest secret he’d never shared with her, he’d feared the answer would shake their marriage. It hadn’t. She’d been intrigued by his answer. Turned on by it, in fact, which had surprised him. A couple of months later, after a hot night at Inferno where they’d spent the evening in one of the voyeur rooms watching a triad, she’d made an offer he hadn’t been prepared to take her up on just then. She told him, if he wanted it badly enough, she’d be willing to invite another man into their bed—a man for him. Their best friend was a guy they’d met a few years ago right here in Inferno, and he happened to
be bisexual. One night after a few too many beers and too much sun, Yasmine told Jeremy about Brock’s fantasy. Jeremy had offered to be the one to…pop his cherry. Brock kissed his wife now, softly, gently, letting her know how much he loved her, cherished her. Tonight was about sex. They’d come to Inferno a few times a month for several years. They liked to play and get kinky. But when they were at Inferno, they often pretended to be strangers. Sex for the sake of sex. Something they’d never experienced in their relationship. So they’d agreed to meet Jeremy here, where friendship could be suspended and fantasy could live on its own. Tonight they were three individuals, not a husband, wife, and another man. When Yasmine pulled back, she gave him a small peck on the tip of his nose. “Jerry just came in.” She tipped her chin in the direction of the door. Brock turned his head to see Jeremy Dorst standing in the doorway to the club. He grinned when he spotted them and headed their way across the semi-crowded main hall, where dancers ground their bodies into each other mimicking the sex acts they would most likely participate in later. Damn, he was a good-looking man, Brock thought, had always thought. But he would never have said anything if Yasmine hadn’t blurted out that he wanted to fuck and get fucked by a guy, and that she was dying to watch it happen. “Hey, guys,” he said, giving Yasmine a kiss on the cheek. He smiled at Brock in a way he never had before. There was lust in his light hazel eyes, a sparkle of…something. Jeremy laid his hand against Brock’s back and flexed his fingers a bit. “How’s it going?” Tingles raced down Brock’s spine from the point of contact and seemed to settle in his balls. Jerry’s cologne was subtle and musky. His light brown hair was a tad too long, curling slightly around the collar of his pale blue button-up shirt that was now open at the collar. Jerry was a real estate agent and often looked too polished for what Brock knew him to be. One kinky bastard who liked both men and women and often had several partners of each sex at once. If some of his snooty, penthouse clients knew the real him… “Earth to Brock,” he said jokingly. “You in there?” Brock blew out a breath and chuckled. “Hey.” Jeremy winked and squeezed between Brock and Yasmine so he could order a drink from the bartender. Once he had his vodka with a twist of lime in hand, he motioned for Brock and Yasmine to follow him. Brock had reserved the room Jeremy had instructed, and now they entered. Unlike a lot of the rooms in Inferno, this one wasn’t painted all black for the dungeon effect. This particular room was the epitome of a luxurious fantasy. A California king bed draped in beige satin sheets with a canopy of netting held up by intricately carved wrought iron bars. Sweet-smelling candles flickered from what looked like a hundred sconces and candelabras around the room, and one wall was painted with such a realistic nighttime beach scene, full moon and sparkling waves, it seemed as if one could step right off the balcony and onto the sand.
Jeremy set his glass on the nightstand and turned toward Brock and Yasmine. “There’s no need to be nervous. We’re not doing anything you two don’t want to do.” Yasmine pulled away from Brock and held up her hands. “I’m not doing anything at all but watching.” She gave a slightly shaky laugh that did nothing for Brock’s nerves. Jeremy nodded but muttered, “We’ll see about that. Finish your drink, B, and try to relax. You’ve done what I told you to do this week?” Brock gulped the last of his whiskey and wished he had more. “Yeah, I have.” In order for things to go smoothly, Jeremy had suggested he get a butt plug and use it to help stretch his sphincter so his first time having a dick in his ass didn’t hurt. Yasmine had been a real champion though, he thought with a wicked grin. She’d offered to get one for herself. Damn, the sex had been hot the last couple of days. Jeremy took the four steps separating them, removed the empty glass from his hand, and held it out for Yasmine. She took it and moved off, just out of Brock’s line of sight. Without warning, Jeremy wrapped his hand behind Brock’s neck and crushed his mouth against Brock’s. Brock’s breath caught, and his first reaction was to shove him away. He even raised his hands to Jerry’s shoulders to do just that when he realized this was something he wanted. He’d fantasized about kissing men for longer than he could remember, but he loved women, too. And women were so much more socially acceptable. As soon as he let himself relax, the sensation of Jerry’s mouth sank into his brain, and his dick throbbed to fullness in an instant. Soft lips, prickly five o’clock whiskers. “Breathe,” Jerry whispered against his lips. Brock laughed, his breath rushing out of him. Jerry took the opportunity to stroke his tongue into Brock’s mouth, and Brock groaned. He gripped Jerry’s shoulders, then let his hands slide down over well-formed pecs and a hard abdomen. He smelled good, tasted of coffee, vodka and lime. He tipped his head slightly and touched the tip of his tongue to Jerry’s. Jerry sighed and opened his mouth so their tongues touched, played, dueled, and before he knew it, Brock had Jerry in an embrace, their chests pressed together, cocks rubbing against each other through layers of denim. It felt good, exciting, taboo. So different from his small wife who he always felt a little afraid he’d break if he let go and gave his animalistic side free rein. They fit together almost perfectly. Of a same height, weight, and build. They’d met one night when Inferno had been unusually quiet and Jeremy had offered to buy them a drink to celebrate a large land deal he’d made a nice commission on. They both loved to fish, and so the friendship had been born.
Don’t think of friendship. Brock shoved the thoughts away because he wasn’t sure he could let his best buddy fuck him. Tonight they were strangers. This was a one-time thing. They all knew it, had
discussed it. One time to scratch the itch. Brock turned Jeremy and practically threw him down on the bed, coming down on top of him and ripping at his shirt buttons. “Whoa, there,” Jeremy said as he shoved Brock off of him and leaned up on his elbow, his eyes sparkling and his grin showing his amusement. “Take it easy. We’re in no rush. We’ve got the room for as long as we need it.” Brock panted, licked his lips, and panted some more. He’d seen Jeremy with his shirt off countless times when they’d been out on the boat, and therefore he knew just how fucking sexy he was. “Let’s just do it.” Jeremy’s expression changed from teasing to something softer, a look Brock didn’t see very often. Serious Jeremy. “We’ll do it, but we’re going to do it right by you.” He touched Brock’s cheek in a way Yasmine often did. “This is your fantasy.” Brock glanced toward his wife who sat in a wingback chair a few feet from the bed. She gave him a soft smile and nodded. “It is my fantasy. I want it all.” Jeremy laughed. “As you wish.” He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his rippling muscles and soft brown chest hair. Brock had often wondered if there was something wrong with him. His fantasies about men started the same time as those about women. He’d been as hot for Mel Gibson as he’d been for Michelle Pfeiffer or Daryl Hannah. When he’d been going through his adolescence and masturbating every chance he got, it didn’t matter whom he fantasized about—men or women. He’d even had a crush on his best friend’s father who was a big, muscular bar bouncer. As Jeremy slid his shirt off his shoulders and dropped it on the floor, Brock turned his attention to his wife. She stared at Jeremy with rapt attention, and another shot of lust spiked through him. What would it be like to watch Jeremy fuck her? The outfit she had on was one he’d bought for her last Valentine’s. The stiletto-heeled boots were thigh-high, but no one would know because the white skirt was full and fell to her shins. He knew she had no panties on, because she never wore panties with her skirts. The top was crocheted and showed more than it hid. Only the skimpy lace bra beneath kept it somewhat modest. Against her dark, Latino complexion, the white outfit made her skin glow with a bronze luster that made his mouth water to taste her. Brock’s attention was pulled back to Jeremy when he heard his zipper. Jerry lowered his jeans, his underwear going with them, and his cock sprang free, half erect and gorgeous. Brock’s fingers itched to touch, and he scooted toward the edge of the bed with that thought in mind, but Jeremy stepped out of reach with a teasing, “Ah, ah, ah. Not yet. Sit up.”
Brock sat up on the edge of the bed, and then went a little lightheaded when Jeremy kneeled on the plush maroon rug at his feet and reached for Brock’s waistband. With quick efficiency—Brock realized how fast and easy it was for another guy to get jeans unbuttoned and zipped opposed to a woman doing it—Jerry opened Brock’s pants and carefully reached inside to draw out his cock. His wasn’t just half hard. He was rock solid. “Nice,” Jerry said, running his big hand up the shaft. “Very nice, but I always suspected…” His words were cut off when he leaned forward and took the tip of Brock’s cock between his lips. Brock almost strangled on his own tongue and gripped the sheets on either side of his hips to keep from coming off the bed. It wasn’t that he’d never had a blowjob before, because he had. His wife loved giving them. It was that Jerry knew the right pressure, the right places to touch, the right…everything. Jerry bobbed his head, taking Brock deep then swallowing around the tip. “Oh, fuck,” Brock ground out through clenched teeth. “Mmm,” Jeremy murmured around his cock, sending vibrations through his body. Jerry pumped with one hand and rolled Brock’s balls in his other. His suction was intense and steady as he bobbed his head repeatedly, taking Brock to the back of his throat each time. “Stop,” Brock said. “I’m going to come.” This wasn’t how he wanted the night to end. It was too soon. Jerry didn’t stop, didn’t slow. If anything, his stroking grew faster, his grip slightly tighter. Brock didn’t have the will to shove him away. In fact, all he could do was grip the sheets and pray the top of his head didn’t blow off. Then he looked toward his wife. She had her skirt hiked up to her thighs, her right hand between her legs, and her left up under her top pinching her nipple through the lacy bra. His body jerked, he saw stars before he squeezed his eyes shut, and he shouted as his cum spurted into Jeremy’s mouth. Then he heard his wife come, her soft cries of self-completion echoing in the room. When he opened his eyes, Jeremy still kneeled between his spread thighs, lightly licking his softening cock. And his wife was sprawled in the chair, one leg over an arm, her right hand still between her thighs as she brought herself down. Only now, the skirt was lifted to her waist revealing those fuck-me boots in all their glory and her soft pink pussy glistening with her own juices. His cock jerked in Jerry’s hand. “You taste awesome,” Jerry said. “Better than I imagined.” That was the second time Jerry had made reference to having sexual thoughts about Brock in the past. Did it mean something? “How you feelin’, Yas?” Jerry asked, but he kept his attention on Brock.
Brock’s stomach fluttered a bit at the intense gaze Jerry gave him, but he tried to brush it off. Sex for the sake of sex tonight. That was all. “Good,” Yasmine said on a sigh. “That was hot.” She liked to imitate Paris Hilton, and the comment got a chuckle out of both he and Jerry. “I agree,” Jerry said. “And we’re just getting started.” He let go of Brock’s cock and stood up. His dick was long and hard, and right in Brock’s face. “You up for it? Or is that too much too soon?” Without hesitation, Brock leaned forward and took the tip of Jerry’s dick into his mouth. The tangy flavor was a bit surprising, yet not. The musky scent had him breathing deep to get more. He raised his hands to Jerry’s bare ass and pulled him a bit closer to the bed and into a more comfortable position for Brock. Jerry laid one hand on Brock’s head, ran his fingers into Brock’s hair. “You can go harder, B. I like it hard.” So Brock sucked him in deep, until he almost gagged—obviously his reflexes were a bit more sensitive than Jerry’s—and then sucked him hard. “Oh, yeah,” Jerry said on a sigh. “Just like that.” The bed dipped next to him, and he saw Yasmine’s white clothing out of the corner of his eye. He sat back, releasing Jerry’s cock, pulling out of Jerry’s reach, and turned to his wife. He was about to ask her if what he was doing was okay. They hadn’t discussed oral sex, only fucking, so maybe — She licked her lips, glanced at Jerry’s cock, then back to Brock. “I want in.” Brock’s brain stalled on the vision of Jerry fucking his wife again. “Is it okay?” she asked nervously, which was strange, because this was a woman who never got nervous about anything. Ever. Especially when it came to sex. He was the chicken, and she was the one who always got him to “just try it” whatever “it” might be. He looked up at Jerry, who still stood close, his cock hard and proud just inches away. Jerry nodded with that serious look on his handsome face. “I’d be honored to have you both,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. Brock nodded at his wife. “Whatever you want, babe. You know that.” “Can I kiss him?” she asked. The night obviously wasn’t over, because his cock pulsed back to life. “Yeah.” She stood up, wrapped one arm around Jerry’s neck, and leaned into him for a kiss. Brock could only stare as her tongue dueled with his, her soft little moans that he’d only heard when she kissed him fueling his blood and making his dick throb. Jerry fisted his own cock, and Brock took it as a sign he wanted more. So he leaned forward once
again and took Jerry’s dick in his mouth. Jerry growled low in his throat, Yasmine whimpered, and Brock grabbed Jerry’s ass in one hand and put his other hand up Yasmine’s skirt. She was so slick her juices had dribbled down her inner thighs. Her scent of arousal was thick, mixed with Jerry’s muskiness, and Brock thought he might come just from the smell of them. Jerry’s hand fisted in Brock’s hair, gripped and pulled a bit, then released him as he stepped back. He’d let go of Yasmine, too, and she grabbed hold of Brock’s shoulder for support since he still fingered her cunt. Jerry’s breathing was labored, and he looked the tiniest bit shaken, which made no sense because he was always cool. Brock had heard numerous stories of Jerry and his escapades. “Both of you, take off your clothes,” Jerry said in a no-nonsense command. In the back of Brock’s mind, he kept thinking he should feel strange about all of this. That sucking a guy’s dick should be wrong, but it wasn’t. After the initial shock of that first kiss, the first embrace, it all felt right. Especially having Yasmine here with him. He flicked his middle finger over her clit, and she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulder through his shirt. Her face was a mask of pleasure, and she was close to coming again. He knew her look, her heavy-lidded gaze, the scent of her cunt when she was about to orgasm. Then he glanced at Jerry. He stood tall, proud, and naked a few feet away. His cock was hard, straight, gorgeous. His hazel eyes were darker than Brock had ever seen them, his pupils dilated with lust. He wanted to see Jerry with his wife. He didn’t know why, really, since up until just minutes ago the thought of any other man touching his woman could send him into a fit of jealousy, but Jerry was different. He was a friend. He couldn’t separate tonight from their friendship. He couldn’t imagine Jerry as a stranger, a nameless sex partner. As much as he’d fantasized about being with a man over the years, he honestly couldn’t believe he’d let any other guy get close enough to kiss him, let alone stick his dick in his mouth. But he wanted more of Jerry’s cock, and he wanted to share it all with Yasmine. He pulled his hand from between her legs and pulled her skirt down over her hips. “Leave the boots on, babe,” he said softly when she reached for the zipper at the side of one thigh-high boot. “Definitely leave ’em on,” Jerry said. “God damn, girl, those are hot.” Brock ran his hand down the back of her thigh, loving the softness of the kid leather warmed by her body. Yasmine pulled her top off and tossed it on the floor, then reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, which she let fall off her arms and onto the floor, too. Brock stood and nuzzled one bared breast with his lips and nose, breathing in her scent. She reached for his jeans and shoved them down over his ass along with his underwear. Toeing off his shoes, he raised his head and kissed her softly. She moaned and unbuttoned his
shirt. He had to pull away from her to shrug out of his shirt and pull his jeans and socks off. When they were naked, they both looked toward Jerry. Jerry grinned and stepped toward the bed. “You two are about the sexiest couple I’ve ever met.” He lay down on his back in the center of the bed, then crooked his finger at them. “Sit on my face, Yas. I want to taste that gorgeous cunt.” She flicked a glance at Brock, and he gave her a quick nod of approval. “Anything you want, babe,” he whispered, just as she’d promised him anything he wanted. It seemed tonight they both wanted the same thing. Jeremy Dorst. Yasmine crawled up onto the bed and threw one leg over Jerry, straddling his chest. His hands came up, cupped her gorgeously round butt cheeks, and maneuvered her closer to his mouth. Jerry was tan, but his hands looked pale next to Yasmine’s light mocha glow. The contrast was fucking sexy. Brock always loved the difference in their skin. When Yasmine lowered herself against Jerry’s mouth, both moaned. Brock’s cock pulsed, and for an instant, he thought about taking her in the ass while Jerry ate her cunt, but then Jerry’s dick caught his attention. It was so long and solid, its base nestled in a sandy brown cushion of hair, the tip almost reaching Jerry’s bellybutton. Brock climbed onto the bed between Jerry’s spread thighs, sprawled out face-down, and nuzzled Jerry’s balls with his lips. Jerry’s cock jumped, and his hips rose a bit at the touch. Brock sucked one testicle into his mouth, and Jerry made a strangled sound, which caused Yasmine to whimper. The erotic noises the two emitted caused Brock’s testicles to tighten and his cock to throb against the mattress. He refrained from grinding himself against the sheets, because when he came again, he wanted more than satin and his own flesh surrounding his dick. Yasmine’s whimpers turned to long, drawn-out moans that marked her nearing completion. When Brock glanced up from Jerry’s crotch to see her ass thrusting against Jerry’s face, he groaned around Jerry’s thick cock, which made Jerry’s balls tense in his palm. God, this was good. All of it was fucking fantastic. The taste of Jerry’s cock, the sweet-tangy slickness of his pre-cum, watching his wife ride Jerry’s face… Yasmine squealed, her ass cheeks tensed, and she stopped moving and gripped the wrought iron railing near her head. Jerry’s finger slid into Yasmine’s ass, and from Brock’s position, he could see how fast Jerry’s jaw worked as he licked her cunt. Her breath released on a deep moan, and her body wilted a little, her muscles relaxing. Still Jerry licked her pussy, but slower now. Brock realized he’d been so enthralled by his wife’s climax he’d all but forgotten Jerry’s cock. He licked the head, took it deep, but he wasn’t as talented with the deep-throating as Jerry had been. “Turn around,” Brock heard Jerry say, and he glanced up again. Jerry was talking to Yasmine, though, not him. Brock sucked Jerry’s cock and watched his wife go up on her knees and a little clumsily turn around so she straddled Jerry, facing Brock. “That’s it, Yas,” Jerry said. “Now let B taste that gorgeous cunt.”
She moved down the bed toward Brock on her knees, straddled Jerry’s lean waist, and stuck her cunt right in Brock’s face. Brock fisted Jerry’s cock and raised his head to press his lips against Yasmine’s hot, wet folds. Her sweet cream coated his tongue. He went up on one elbow and wrapped his free arm around her to pull her even closer. She rose up on her knees, and Brock had to let go of Jerry’s dick in order to keep his connection with her pussy and push up on his arm. He licked, he suckled, he nibbled. Her hands went to his hair and clenched it in fists, tugging against his scalp the way he loved her to do. Brock heard something rustle, but he ignored it, couldn’t seem to get enough of Yasmine’s lusciously swollen folds, her sweet essence, her deep moans and the way she bucked against his face as yet another orgasm neared. And then she went down in a hard thrust and screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm broke over her, her hot sweetness covering Brock’s face. He felt Jerry’s legs flex along his sides, and he realized she was sitting on Jerry’s dick, that Jerry was the one who took her up the ass. Brock pulled back just a moment to see, to watch Jerry’s thick cock disappear into his wife’s ass. “Oh fucking God,” Brock muttered, his own balls so tight he thought they’d explode. Yasmine jerked at his hair, and he had little choice but to go up onto his knees or lose hanks off his head. She ground her mouth against his, moaning, whimpering, her breath catching with each movement of Jerry’s hips. Then she lay back, pulling Brock down over her, her head resting on Jerry’s chest, and said, “Fuck me.” Brock slammed into her in one hard thrust, barely stifling his shout at how fucking tight she was with a dick up her ass. She screamed and clawed at his shoulders. Jerry shouted and thrust up hard, raising both Yasmine and Brock off the bed. Then Jerry’s big, masculine hand was behind his head again, pulling him down until he let his arms collapse, and Jerry’s mouth was on his, his tongue in his mouth, and the combined flavor of Yasmine’s juices and Jerry’s masculinity did him in. With one hard thrust, he spurted into his wife’s cunt, a shout of pure ecstasy lost into Jerry’s mouth. He pulled out as soon as he could, the stimulation almost too much, and moved to the side so he didn’t squash Jerry with his and Yasmine’s combined weight. But Jerry didn’t keep fucking her ass. Instead, he lifted her off him, set her on the other side of him from Brock, and then went up on his knees and kissed Brock again. Deep and hard. His hands roamed down over Brock’s sides, back and ass. The intensity shocked him. It was almost as sensual as the hottest, most unexpected kisses from his wife. He let himself fall into it and raised his arms to loop them around Jerry’s neck, pulling him down over him as he would if it were Yasmine. Jerry stretched out against him, half on top of him, and it was the weight of his body that brought
him back a little. Made him think for an instant, I’m kissing a man and totally loving it. Jerry’s dick was still hard and now pressed between them. Brock hadn’t recovered enough to get another boner, wasn’t sure he could get a third in one night. Hadn’t done that since he and Yas were first married and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. But then Yasmine’s small, gentle hand closed around his flaccid cock, and he thought that just maybe he could, eventually… Jerry slowed the kiss, eased the pressure a little, then nibbled at his lips. Holy fuck, it was sexy. He was sexy. Brock ran his hand over Jerry’s bicep, loved the way his muscles bunched. Sure, he and Jerry were built a lot alike, but it was different to touch someone else. Jerry pulled back and looked at Brock. “You’re a fucking good kisser, you know that?” “My wife tells me so,” he responded with a grin. “Mmm-hmm!” Yasmine agreed. She was just on the other side of him now, stretched out against him, her fingers lazily toying with his cock. “Isn’t he though?” Brock’s cheeks grew a bit warm, having these two talk about him like that, but it was exciting as all hell, too. Jerry winked. “Be right back.” He rolled to the side of the bed and removed the condom from his still-solid cock, dropped it into the small wastebasket by the nightstand, then headed toward the bathroom door on the far wall. So that was the rustling sound he’d heard. They’d discussed protection, and it’d been agreed that all contact with Jerry would be well covered. Of course, at the time, there’d been no thought of Yasmine being involved. “You’re really okay with this?” Yasmine whispered in his ear. “You’re fine with him fucking me, too?” Brock threaded his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck and turned his head to kiss her. She moaned, and her grip tightened around his cock, bringing it back to life, if only a little. “Babe,” he murmured against her mouth, “watching him fuck you did me in.” They smiled against each other’s lips. “Watching him kiss you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she admitted. “Especially after he just ate me like he did. Knowing you could taste me on him.” “Oh fuck, babe…” His cock grew, thickened. Round three might actually be possible. The bed dipped when Jerry returned, and the scent of soap permeated the air. He’d cleaned up for whatever came next. Yasmine pulled away, and Brock turned his head to look at Jerry, again stunned by the man’s sheer hotness. His masculinity. The fact he still sported one hell of a hard-on. “Looks like Yas is getting you ready again,” he said with a half grin. He reached toward the nightstand and lifted his drink to his lips for a couple of sips. “Need anything?” Brock shook his head. Just more Jerry. He lifted his hand and laid his palm over Jerry’s pec, brushing his nipple with his palm, then fingertips. The little dark bud tightened, and Jerry sucked in
his breath. “Do it again,” he muttered, then downed the rest of his drink. Brock pinched Jerry’s nipple while he watched Jerry’s face. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flared. Did he honestly turn Jerry on as much as Jerry did him? Then Jerry reached out and touched Brock’s head, kind of a pet, the type of action Yasmine often did. It confused him a bit, because it was the second or third time there’d been this strange softness in Jerry’s actions, in his gentle gaze. As if there was more to tonight than just an anonymous—or pretending to be anonymous— fuck. But then Jerry’s hand tightened in his hair, the way Yasmine’s had earlier. Brock responded by tweaking Jerry’s nipple hard. Jerry made a face, a grimace of pleasurable pain. He tugged at Brock’s hair more, causing a little pain, then reached with his other hand and pinched Brock’s nipple hard. “Fuck,” Brock muttered as he went after Jerry’s other nipple. At the same time, Yasmine took his cock in her mouth and sucked hard. His dick practically sprang to full hardness, and he grunted at the shock of it. “You’re one sick motherfucker, aren’t you, B?” Brock laughed at Jerry’s comment. “No sicker than you. You into pain?” He tugged on Jerry’s nipple, making Jerry hiss through his teeth. Jerry’s response was to grab some of Brock’s chest hair and pull. Brock groaned. He and Yasmine had gotten into some S&M not too long ago. It was still new to them, but they’d found they both liked it now and then. Especially… Brock shoved up on one elbow, leaned forward, and bit Jerry on the hip. “Ahhh,” was Jerry’s response as he tugged at Brock’s hair. Yasmine, obviously not wanting to be left out, let go of his cock with her mouth and bit his inner thigh. “Yeahhh…” He heard a slap, and realized Jerry had smacked Yasmine’s ass when he heard her moan. She loved to be spanked. He preferred her to use a flogger on him rather than her bare hand, but this was good, too. And the biting—he grabbed a handful of her hair when she bit his other thigh, right up near his balls. Lust shot through him, and he pulled her up so her face was near his chest. She took the clue and latched onto his nipple, first sucking hard, then with her teeth. His cock jumped in response, and then Jerry leaned over him. “Do it to me,” Jerry said. “Like I was Yasmine.” Brock closed his teeth over Jerry’s tight little nipple, flicked the tip with his teeth, sucked it hard, then bit down even harder.
“Fuck yeah…” Yasmine moved to his other nipple and bit. Brock let go of her hair to reach up and twist Jerry’s other nipple so it wasn’t ignored. And Jerry slapped Yasmine’s ass, making her squeal and grind her hot, wet pussy against Brock’s thigh. Jerry held Brock’s head against his chest, pressing his mouth against his nipple, so Brock bit harder, suckled harder. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Jerry said, his voice a gravelly deepness Brock had never heard before. “Do it,” Brock said, jerking his head back and meeting Jerry’s eyes. “Fuck me. It’s what I’ve been waiting for.” “First I want to see you take Yas up the ass.” Yasmine released Brock’s nipple and ground herself against his thigh, whimpering, her hair in wild disarray around her head, so fucking sexy. “Fuck my ass, honey. Fuck it hard like I like it.” Brock grabbed Yasmine around the waist and tossed her to the side so hard she bounced on her belly and giggled. He went up on his knees behind her, pulled her to her knees, and slammed his cock into her ass. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed. He didn’t slow, he knew how she liked it, and the way her ass muscles clenched around his cock made his eyes cross. But he’d already come twice, and his stamina was real damn good now, so he slammed into her again and again, reveling in her heat and her screams of, “More! ” But then he felt hands on his hips, and his steady pumping faltered. “Keep going, B,” Jerry urged as he moved up behind Brock on his knees. “Harder, damn it!” Yasmine shouted when he’d slowed. So he picked up his pace again, holding her by the hips to keep her steady. Behind him, Jerry’s hands moved over his back, his sides, his ass in a caress almost too light for his state of mind. He was a little terrified now that he knew the time was at hand for Jerry to take him up the ass, but he was also hotter and more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. Then a finger touched his anus, and he thrust into Yasmine so hard she slid forward a couple of inches and cried out, “Yes!” That finger moved away, then returned, slickened by lube, and slid into his ass. He grunted. It wasn’t the size or anything, for Yasmine had often massaged his prostate during play, and he’d used the butt plug this past week. It was the simple fact that he was fucking the hell out of his wife while a man stuck his finger up his ass. Again, it should all be wrong, but it felt so fucking right!
A second finger joined the first, and Brock’s balls drew up tight. “I won’t last…” He gritted his teeth and concentrated on Yasmine, on her pleasure. So he reached beneath her and rubbed her clit. She squealed again, panting like a marathon runner, her hair plastered to her face by sweat. God, she looked hot! And then Jerry’s cock entered his ass. The thick, spongy head first, stretching him. “Ah…uh…shit…” He stopped moving. Yasmine screamed in what sounded like fury and shoved back against him, which pressed Jerry’s cock deeper into his ass. “Keep moving, B, or you’ll both be sorry.” So he did, or tried to, but Yasmine had set up her own pace already, rocking back against him hard, her grunts a sure sign she was close to climax again. Then Jerry slid in farther and rubbed up against his prostate. “Oh, shit,” Brock muttered as heat seemed to engulf his entire body. “Feels good, don’t it?” Jerry asked in little more than a whisper in his ear. All Brock could do was hold onto his wife’s hips for dear life and nod. “Then how do you like this?” Jerry wrapped one arm around Brock’s waist, splayed his hand wide over Brock’s stomach, then withdrew and slammed home again. Brock lost his breath. His wife pleasured herself on his cock while Jerry fucked his ass. It was too incredible for words. Sensations he never knew existed. Filled and fulfilling. More pleasure than could be humanly possible. But then Jerry started to pump into him with the same hard rhythm Yasmine used, slamming into him front and back in unison, and it was too much. He knew he shouted, might have even whimpered like Yasmine, but when his balls exploded and his cock erupted into Yasmine’s ass, he was bent over her with Jerry’s cock slamming into his ass so hard he saw stars. Jerry’s shout was loud, echoed through the room, and then the three of them collapsed to the side, Brock curled around his wife, and Jerry’s arms around Brock’s waist, his cock still buried in Brock’s ass.
***** A soft kiss to his ear and a masculine hand run down over his arm. “Thank you,” Jerry whispered.
Brock smiled, and a few minutes later he slowly opened his eyes to meet his wife’s loving gaze as she rolled toward him. “Hey,” he muttered, his heart still pounding a little heavier than normal. She leaned her head close and brushed her mouth against his. “Hey.” “Wow.” She grinned. “Liked that, huh?” He slowly nodded and lifted a heavy arm so he could cup Yasmine’s breast and thumb her nipple. Then he turned his head, seeking Jerry, but he wasn’t there. “Jer?” “He just left,” Yasmine said. He turned back to his wife and frowned. “Why?” She shrugged but didn’t look happy about it, either. “He just climbed off the bed and got dressed.” A little spark of pain went through Brock’s heart. Why would he leave? They had the room all night if needed, if they wanted. What if he hadn’t wanted to spend any more time with them? Brock still couldn’t separate the friendship from the fuck, and it hurt his feelings, and maybe his pride, to think that Jerry honestly hadn’t felt more than sexual release with them. “I can see from the look on your face you don’t want this to be over.” Brock sucked in a deep breath. This was his wife. His one and only. Yet… “Tell me the truth, honey,” she said softly as she laid her hand against his chest. “I need to hear the truth.” “It doesn’t matter. He made it clear this was a one-time thing. Fulfillment of my fantasy. I’ve had that now.” His wife gave him that look. She knew he was lying. “Maybe I’ve had a little crush on him for a while,” he admitted softly, worried he betrayed her simply by admitting it. A soft smile curved her luscious lips. Then she whispered, “So have I.” Brock’s eyes widened in surprise, which made her laugh. “You are such a man, so blind.” She winked and snuggled up against him. His stomach tightened. “Blind? Have you and Jerry—” She’d cheated? “No, you big silly!” she shoved at his shoulder. “No more than you have. With your eyes, your
thoughts. I see you watch him, especially on the boat when he’s half naked and wearing those snug diving shorts. I’ve wanted to see what was in those shorts just as much as you have.” She laughed. “And now we know.” “And now we go back to the way things were, hanging out, acting as if we hadn’t been intimate with him?” Her smile faded as she tipped her head back to look at him. “I don’t know.” She opened her mouth to say something, but then snapped it shut. “Babe, we need to be honest about this. If we aren’t, it might damage our marriage, and I couldn’t handle that. I love you too much.” She sighed. “He’s such a player.” “I know.” “Watching you two turned me on more than I ever fantasized. And ever since you told me you had a wish to be with a man, I’ve done a lot of fantasizing about the two of you.” Brock tried to stifle a grin. Since he met Jerry, he’d been the only guy he’d ever fantasized being with. Before Jerry, it was always just some arbitrary dude, basically faceless, with a nice body and a gorgeous dick. Jerry was more than he could have hoped for, and being that he had true feelings for the man… “God, Yas, this is so weird. I’m not gay, I love you, your body, everything about you.” “But you have romantic feelings about Jerry,” she said, holding his gaze. “I don’t want to have a candlelight dinner with him or anything, but…” He blew out a breath. “But I wouldn’t mind if the three of us did. I wouldn’t mind if he was there, with us, sharing more of our lives than just every few weekends on the boat or a barbeque.” “You are bisexual, honey.” She kissed his shoulder. “And that’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “I’m a little old to be going through a sexual identity crisis, aren’t I?” “What’s the crisis?” She teased the curls of hair over his pectoral. “You are a little in love with our very best friend.” “Love?” He pulled back and frowned down at his wife. “I didn’t say anything about love.” The smile that curled her lips was that wifely believe-what-you-will smile. Love another man? In a romantic, sexual way? Maybe, but differently than he loved Yasmine. He had deep feelings for Jerry, but he couldn’t say it was like a brother, not like some of his other buddies. No, he didn’t fantasize about any of his other male friends. Maybe it was that he’d known from the beginning that Jerry was bisexual, so he wasn’t off limits to those kinds of thoughts. He
didn’t fantasize about any of his buddies’ wives or girlfriends, because they were all untouchable. But Jerry had never been totally untouchable. He was an open book, and in the months since Yasmine had let the cat out of the bag, Jerry had willingly answered any and all questions related to man-on-man sex. He’d made Brock feel comfortable about discussing something that had been such a deep, dark secret for over two decades of his life. “Are you?” he asked his wife. “What? A little in love with Jerry?” When he nodded, she said, “Yeah, but it’s different than with you. But, I think if I spent more time with him that love would grow and maybe someday I’d need him in my life as much as I need you.” The jealousy didn’t rise within him. But he said, “We spend a lot of time with him, babe.” She chuckled and tossed her long hair over her shoulder. “I meant like this. I already know that he is a great guy, fun to be around. The three of us have always been great together as friends. Do you think we’d be so good together if we were together even more? Doing everyday stuff instead of just fun weekend things?” “I don’t know. Probably. But why are we even discussing this? He likes to play, and I’m not about to let someone into our marriage like that who’s going to— Holy shit, I can’t believe we’re taking about this.” “Who’s going to cheat on us?” she asked. “Look, baby, I’m going to be blunt. I don’t want any other man. Jerry’s the only guy I’ve ever really wanted, the only real, live guy, okay? I’d rather have you and nothing else than to let him deeper into our marriage and then have problems. Three’s a crowd, isn’t it? I won’t take chances with our marriage. We have a great relationship. We experienced something really great tonight, but it has to stay here, as we’d planned, okay?” She nodded and kissed his chin. “Okay, honey. I love you. I agree.” She didn’t sound fully convinced, but he did know that eventually, if she had more to say, she’d say it. She wasn’t a shy flower, not his Mexican rose. He grinned and kissed her. “I’m hungry. How about we get cleaned up and go grab a steak? Then I’ll take you home and we can…” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Sounds great!” She kissed him hard and quick, then jumped out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. When he heard the shower come on, he followed. It was the right decision. They’d had a fun night, but that was all it could be.
***** Jeremy slipped from the private room still buttoning his shirt. He tucked it in before he rounded the corner into the main part of the club then headed straight for the bar where he ordered a double shot of vodka with a twist of lime. Once the bartender handed him the drink and he’d paid, he wound his way across the dance floor to a quieter spot toward the wall and slid into a chair with his back toward the dancing throng. His chest was tight, and he felt hollow inside. Empty. He gulped the clear liquid and wished it burned just a little more. How could he have agreed to this night at the club? Stupid, stupid, stupid! For three years, he’d wanted the Duncans. One fateful night right here in the club when he’d wanted to celebrate a big real estate deal he’d made, he bought Brock and Yasmine a bottle of champagne then spent the evening just talking. He’d seen the sexy couple sitting together, heads bent close, laughter and love practically pouring from them, and he’d wanted to share in it. They hadn’t been looking for a third that night, or any other night. They used Inferno as their neighborhood bar, where they came to have a drink before heading home. As he sat there chatting, though, he’d fallen hard. A professional couple—Brock, a financial advisor and Yasmine, a manager at a high-end local coffee house—impressed him. But it wasn’t their looks or their bank accounts that had attracted him; it had been the complete devotion they had to each other. The love that shone in their eyes when they looked at each other, how they’d been able to finish each other’s sentences, yet weren’t’ annoying about it. How they’d laughed together over silly little things that had become private jokes between them. That was when his yearning had begun, all to culminate into tonight when he finally got to taste that love. But he was an outsider still. He’d had the most amazing sexual encounter of his thirty-nine years, but he’d never felt so cold and empty inside. He’d never felt so lonely. For just a blink of time, he’d gotten to share in their amazing sexual chemistry. He’d kissed them, tasted them, poured all his love into them, but in the end it was Brock and Yasmine curled around each other with him on the outside looking in, wanting to beg them to let him be a part of them. But that wasn’t the deal. He downed the last of his drink and slumped in his chair. God, he’d been shitfaced that night after they’d stuffed themselves on bourbon BBQ ribs and Yasmine’s killer margaritas. When she’d plopped down on his lap, his hard-on had been instantaneous. If Yasmine hadn’t felt it against her ass, she’d been even drunker than him. Then when she, in a loud stage whisper, informed him that Brock had fantasies about doing it with a guy, he’d almost creamed his shorts.
Brock had turned bright red and begged her to shut up, but she hadn’t. She wasn’t one for keeping her mouth shut when she had something on her mind. And she’d told them that she would love to see him and her husband together. That it’d be totally kick-ass sexy if they fucked and let her watch. They’d all been drunk, and though he wasn’t so drunk he couldn’t have made her wishes come true right then and there, he’d bided his time. Yasmine and Brock had been curious about his sexuality since they met, and especially Yasmine would come up with some strange, yet surprisingly deep, questions. Some answers he couldn’t even answer like, how could he be equally attracted to men and women. It just was and always had been. He loved the human body in all its shapes and forms. Nothing sexier than a pussy all slick and shiny with her arousal. Yet he loved the taste and texture of a penis. He loved to fuck and be fucked. He’d thought he’d died and gone to heaven when he found Inferno, a place he wasn’t a freakish outcast. A home away from home and a great place to find men and women like him, or looking for someone like him. After Yasmine’s drunken admission, everyone acted as if it hadn’t happened. The three of them hung out, went fishing on the Duncans’ little Bayliner, gathered at their house or sometimes his for barbeques and whatever game was on Sunday afternoons. But it killed him to pretend he didn’t remember, and he wondered if maybe they’d been so drunk they didn’t remember. In the years he’d known them, they’d never been quite that intoxicated, so it had been possible they didn’t remember the conversation. So, one hot, lazy afternoon out on the boat, he brought it up. “If you’re really interested in experimenting with a man,” he’d said while staring off at the horizon, his fishing pole held loosely in his hand, “I would like to be that guy.” Brock’s only response was, “Thanks. I’ll think about it.” Yasmine had kissed him on the cheek. More months went by, and he figured that was that, when they approached him with a request: One night, sex only, no impact on their friendship, and Yasmine got to watch. In fact, they should pretend to be strangers. God, he’d been so turned on when she wanted to join in tonight. It was more than he’d ever fantasized. She was as sensual and sexual as he’d dreamed, and Brock had taken to cock so fast it was almost hard to believe he’d never sucked dick before. And now…it was over. He was supposed to go back to being just friends with the two people in the world he wanted to wrap in his arms and never let go. He wanted to come home to them after work, to share in all their stories, to share in their lives more than a few times a month. Jerry leaned forward and pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. How the fuck was he going to pretend tonight hadn’t happened? How in God’s name was he ever supposed to move past tonight and find someone of his own?
He’d give up men or women if he could be partners with just one person who made him feel the way Brock and Yasmine felt about each other. But he didn’t want anyone else. He wanted the Duncans. “Hey…” A gentle hand touched his shoulder, and he jumped in surprise. He’d recognize Yasmine’s voice anywhere. He turned his head and looked up at the Duncans. “Hi.” They slid into the bench seat on the other side of the tiny round table. “Why’d you leave?” Brock asked. He forced a smile and hoped it didn’t look as painful as it felt. “You two looked like you were ready for your alone time.” He lifted his empty glass. “And I needed a drink.” They stared at him for a moment, Brock with a wrinkle between his dark blond brows, his baby blue eyes looking troubled. Yasmine had her lips pressed together in a line that meant she didn’t believe a word he’d just said. Then the two looked at each other, and Jerry would swear on his life they were speaking telepathically to each other. Whatever their eyes conveyed, the other understood. They turned back to him, Brock put his arm around his wife, and Yasmine said, “That doesn’t sound like you. When we’re together, you’ve never got any problem watching us kiss, hug, cuddle. I even caught you watching us play touchy-feely one day in the kitchen.” His cheeks warmed. He loved watching them. The byplay between them when they were getting sexy. There’d even been one night when he’d been too intoxicated to drive home from their place that he’d heard them making love after they’d gone to their bedroom and inadvertently left the door open. He’d been hard as a rock all night long, but wasn’t about to masturbate while sleeping on their couch. “You two are sexy when you’re together, and yeah, I like watching it. It’s not as if you try to hide from me.” Brock nodded. “It never seemed to bother you, and maybe we have a few exhibitionist tendencies.” That made him smile. That they did, though they never took it past a point. Not until tonight, anyway. He should be happy they had chosen him over some stranger who wouldn’t have worried about them the way he did. But then he got serious, and said, “I love you guys, but I don’t want to feel like a fifth wheel. We’d done what we came here to do, so I got the hell out of Dodge before things got awkward.” Brock looked as if he’d just been slapped. Yasmine said, “We don’t want you to feel that way. Not ever.” She reached across the small table and laid her hand over his. “Tonight was amazing.” “And just for tonight,” he reminded them. “Your rules.” The one rule that might kill him in the end. Brock and Yasmine shared another long look at each other, then Brock gave the slightest nod. “About that,” Yasmine said, turning her attention back to Jerry and letting her fingers toy with his
against the tabletop. His chest constricted, and he held his breath. “Do you want it to be only tonight? Do you want everything to go back to the way it was before we all had sex together?” He swallowed hard. “What do you mean?” Could he hope? “We’re not into casual sex,” Brock said. “Yasmine and I dated for over six months before we had sex. But the truth is, tonight was… more than we thought it would be.” Jerry slowly nodded in agreement. Yasmine laid her other hand over Brock’s and said, “What we’re trying to say is, we really care about you, and we wouldn’t have done what we did tonight with anyone else in the world. Because we know you and care about you, and know you care about us, too. I had no intention of getting involved tonight, but…” She shrugged and gave her sexy, full-lipped half-smile. “Well, Brock’s not the only one who thinks you’re pretty fucking hot.” Jerry laughed. “Thank you. The feeling’s mutual. About both of you,” he added, giving Brock a pointed glance. “We want…” Brock sucked in a deep breath and blew it out hard. He looked to be battling something deep inside, and Jerry remained very still and quiet, praying Brock worked it all out and Jerry came out on top. Yasmine, as usual, took the reins. She shrugged and smiled. “We want you.” Sheer will kept him planted in his seat and straight-faced when what he wanted to do was jump up and shout with joy. “But there are conditions,” Brock said, his sexy voice deep and filled with seriousness. “What conditions?” “Exclusivity,” Yasmine said. “I guess it could be called monogamy, with the two of us.” “If we let you into our relationship,” Brock said, “into our bed and deeper into our hearts and lives, you can’t keep playing around with…
everything that moves.” Jerry sat forward and shook his head. “I haven’t been with anyone since the night Yasmine announced you were interested in men.” Brock’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Seriously?” Yasmine asked. “That was months ago.” “Tell me about it,” he muttered with a shake of his head and a slight smile. “I’ve become real damn
friendly with my right hand in the last six months. But seeing as I’ve wanted the two of you since the night we met, when I thought there was even the slightest chance of getting with you, even if it was just one of you, I wasn’t going to ruin that for a quick fuck.” Both of them stared at him as if he’d lost his mind, as if they’d never clued into how much he lusted after them, so he decided to let the truth come out. All of it. “I love you guys. I love you like I’ve never loved another person, ever. And I fell in love with you that first night right here in the club. You are the type of people I’ve searched my entire adult life to find in a companion, only you have each other and didn’t need a third. So when you invited me to go fishing with you, I jumped at it, just for the chance to spend more time getting to know you. And the more time we spent together, the more I got to know you, the more I craved to be a part of it.” “But you were always talking about your sexual exploits,” Brock said, his brow pulled together in that sexy frown of confusion. Yasmine gave a soft chuckle, which made Jerry grin. “Uh huh. And who would start every conversation about them by questioning me? Who was the one who brought it up every single time?” Yasmine raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. “You’ve always intrigued me. And when Brock admitted to being attracted to men, I really got excited!” “In all honesty, most of those wild and crazy times took place over a decade ago. For a long time I’ve been looking for someone who looks at me the way you two look at each other. Who can finish my sentences without pissing me off. A lover or couple who makes me feel as if I’m the only one in the world.” “There’s probably going to be a learning curve,” Yasmine said. Jerry nodded. “If there is any hint that instead of an addition to our unit you’re causing harm to the relationship, it’s over,” Brock said. “I’d never want to hurt anything that you two have. It’s too special and right.” “We’re not talking about just sex, you know,” Yasmine rushed to add. “We really care about you.” She glanced at Brock then back to Jerry. “We even admitted to each other that we’ve both been a little bit in love with you for a while now.” It was Jerry’s turn to be shocked. “Why?” Both Brock and Yasmine burst out laughing. Yasmine said, “You say that like it’s impossible. You’re a great guy. Sweet, loving, fun, serious when you need to be, and you’ve always been there for us.” “Been there…? I don’t remember you ever needing me. You’ve got each other.”
“You were the extra loving support needed when Brock’s dad died. He needed your strength then, and you were right there, even came to the funeral of a man you’d only met once. And you were right by my side when Frosty got run over and had to be put down. I was a damn basket case, and you and Brock took care of everything, took care of me. We need you. Even if you’re not interested in…in…” She made a face. “I’m interested,” Jerry jumped in to say. “I’m interested in whatever you want from me. Even if it’s only friendship. I can’t imagine my life without you, either. You’re my best friends, the only people in the world who know me for me and love me anyway.” Brock chuckled. “Well, then.” He stood up and held his hand out to Yasmine. “I’m starving. We were going to stop at the market on the way home and grab some steaks to throw on the grill. Would you care to join us?” Jerry stood up and faced the couple. “I’d love to.” Then he took a chance and wrapped his arms around Yasmine and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.” She gave him a squeeze. When he pulled away from Yasmine, he turned to Brock. “PDA’s okay in the club, buddy?” Brock grinned and was the one to move forward just a bit and brush his lips against Jerry’s. “You think I give a fuck what anyone else thinks of me?” Jerry threw his arms around Brock and gave him a backslapping hug, not dissimilar to those they’d shared in the past. But now the undercurrent of sexual tension was a pleasantly added bonus. Yasmine laughed and said, “Let’s go home, boys. There’s something I want to try tonight…”
The End
Author Bio Anna Leigh has been reading and penning romance for as long as she can remember. After she met and married her very own real-life hero, romance took on a whole new meaning. She now knows married life can sizzle and romance can be erotic—even in her own home. Now her writing has taken on a spicier flavor and, while hubby’s off at work, she lets her imagination soar…. Anna loves to hear from her readers. You can email her at
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