They drove down the Los Angeles freeway in a brand new Lamborghini Gallardo. Banana yellow. Black leather interior. Smooth. Elegant. Sexy. The car fit them like a glove and drove tighter than a virgin’s pussy.
In the passenger seat was Jacob. Decent-looking guy. Wearing high-end sweat clothes. His gym bag was in the back trunk. His buddy, Hank, the proud owner of this sexy car, also wore some sweat clothes, but had more than just a gym bag in the trunk.
It had been several weeks since the “incident.” Jacob hadn’t seen or talked with Hank the entire time. It wasn’t until this morning when Hank abruptly called him up out of the blue and suggested they go to the club for a little friendly workout.
Hank had picked him up from his house in Woodland Hills. But the car ride had been uncomfortably quiet so far.
“Hey man,” Jacob finally said, breaking the awkward silence. “So… no hard feelings, right?”
“What?” he asked, acting all ignorant. “Oh that? Don’t worry about that. You and I go way back. Like, way, way back. How long have we known each other?”
“Junior year of high school,” Jacob said.
“Exactly!” Hank exclaimed. “Bros before hos, right?”
Jacob started to relax. “I’m glad to hear that, man. I was worried, you know, because…”
“Because she was my fiancee? The girl of my dreams?” Hank laughed, rolling his eyes. “Whatever man. LA’s full of hot, beautiful young women. Your little indiscretion together just showed me how unfaithful she really was. Don’t worry, my friend, you did me a favor.”
He smiled. Let out of sigh of relief. “Okay, good. Because I thought maybe…”
“I’d hold a grudge? Come on, Jacob, you know me better than that!”
But Jacob did know him better than that. Hank was known for his ruthless, cutthroat, takes-no-prisoners, shows-no-mercy tactics in business. It had served him well. Hank owned three production companies, a real estate investment firm, and an international export business on the side. He was as ruthless as he was successful; as determined as he was unforgiving. Nothing stopped him from getting what he wanted.
And that included Heather, a woman he used to call the girl of his dreams. She was perfect for him. Everything he said he had ever wanted. Young, beautiful, a nympho in the bedroom but a lady in public. Gorgeous strawberry-blonde hair, green eyes, tight body, perfect breasts. The only thing she didn’t have, apparently, was loyalty to him.
Jacob never intended to steal her away. It just sort of happened. He and Hank were good friends. Best friends, even. He was never as rich or successful as Hank, but they still did some business deals together from time to time. He hung out at Hank’s mansion a lot too. The Olympic-size pool was a favorite spot to relax, talk business, or just hang out. And one day, when Hank was away at a lunch meeting with some investors, it was just Jacob and Heather, hanging out by the pool, on a beautiful summer day.
She looked so beautiful in that swimsuit. Water rolling down her breasts. Wet hair. That irresistible body. Jacob never meant for anything to happen.
It started out innocently enough. She invited him to join her for a swim. But he didn’t bring a change of clothes. She called him a coward, playfully, of course. So he stripped down and jump in, all-natural. It wasn’t the first time. Sometimes late night wrap parties, after everyone had consumed enough alcohol, often led to naked and semi-naked dips in the pool. Heather had seen Jacob naked once before. Along with a couple models, a celebrity or two, and a bunch of other random people. So he thought nothing of it when it was just the two of them now.
But one thing led to another. Her top came off. She giggled playfully at his boner. Teased if he needed a “hand” with that. And suddenly, somehow, they were kissing. And then… next thing he knew, he was fingering her. It wasn’t long before her suit bottom was floating next to them. And he pulled her closer. She opened her legs and hopped up on him, hanging on his shoulders in the water. His aching dick slid inside her. And there was no sense in holding back now. They’d already gone this far.
So they didn’t stop. At all.
Not in the pool.
Not again, in the living room.
Nor a third time, in the master bedroom.
And that was when Hank came home.
They were caught, naked together, in his own bed.
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