It had been a stroke of genius last night, bringing a Polaroid camera.
Although I doubt I’ll ever forget the experience, the high-definition, explosive sensations seared into my memory.
Ridge had come up with it, my stud. He’d given it to my husband without my knowledge, and I’d winced
the first time it went off, as Ridge was ripping my clothes off right in front of Carl.
It was an alien but familiar sound—that’s what a blindfold does—it heightens every other sense, so that the familiar becomes surreal.
I glanced over the blindfold and smiled as I recognized the device,
a quick glance at my new lover sending sparks of anticipation through my body, straight to my clit.
Fuck, he was hot. More than hot, he radiated sex appeal from every pore, and I was glad I’d snuck a peek.
I quickly glanced at Carl just as the last-minute tremors caught me off guard, and was thrilled to see him looking at me, jaw clenched, a look of unbridled lust flickering across his face.
God, even if sex with Ridge had been terrible, the look on my husband’s face let me know that later, when the bull was gone, I was in for the fuck of a lifetime.
And now, when I hold up the little square photos, I see the action in a new way – from my husband’s point of view.
So I know there’s no doubt what a good show we put on for him.