The Cuckolding Chronicles (8)
Zed and I walked along the beach, the tide curling at our ankles as the sun warmed our backs. The sand shifted beneath our feet, but I stopped dead when I saw them up ahead.
Lesley was sitting right on top of Kristen.
She straddled her like she owned her. I narrowed my eyes. From where we stood, I couldn't tell what Lesley held in her hand, but the way she poured it into her palm and rubbed it between her fingers told me it was lotion. Sunscreen maybe, but the way she touched Kristen had nothing to do with UV protection.
She pressed both hands onto Kristen’s body and started rubbing with purpose.
Zed stepped up beside me and chuckled under his breath. “You hungry, Ken? That’s just the appetizer.”
I didn’t say anything. My eyes stayed
