West

I roll over and check the time on my phone. I’ve gotten so used to getting up early, I no longer need an alarm. Most mornings, the runner’s smile was enough to make me open my eyes. But, today, I know that runner’s name, I know what she looks like naked, and my eyes are already open.

I’ve been awake for hours, unable to get last night out of my head.

It’s not memories of the blow job Tilly gave me before bed that keeps replaying. It’s the way Piper’s pussy felt when it milked the cum out of me. The way her skin tasted. How she moaned my name.

Why the fuck am I thinking about Piper and not the woman lying next to me?

“You want some coffee?” I ask Tilly, pulling back the blanket to climb out.

“Mmm,” she grumbles. She covers her face with the top of the sheet. “I want more sleep. Or your cock. I’ll leave the decision up to you.”

“You’ll get my cock later. I’m going out for a run.” I lean down and kiss her forehead. Then, I move into my closet and throw on some shorts, a T-shirt, and sneakers.

After I wash up, I hit the sand.

Since I don’t know where Piper enters the beach—if she lives in one of the houses that aligns it or if she drives here—I keep a slow pace. I don’t even know if she’ll show today. She didn’t mention it before I left the hotel. I just assumed today would be like all the rest.

But it isn’t. It couldn’t be. Things have changed between us.

And that could affect her running schedule, too.

I stay close to the water, scanning every face that appears in the distance. Just before the quarter-mile mark, I spot her. A bright pink sports bra hugs those delicious tits, and a black pair of spandex cups that tight cunt. She makes her way toward me and stops when she’s about ten yards away.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” I say, catching my breath, putting my hands on my waist to stop them from touching her.

There’s no reason to put them on her or to even give her a hug. We aren’t friends. I have a wife less than a mile from here who will do whatever I ask of her. Piper’s nothing more than a chick I’ve slept with. But, shit, she feels like more than that. And the desire to feel her skin underneath my fingers is burning through me.

“I’ll admit I’m a bit sore, and it almost kept me from running, but I’d still come down here even if I had to just walk.”

“Sore?”

Her cheeks flush. “You know”—she points at her pussy—“down there.”

I laugh a little at how adorable she is. “I was trying to be easy on you if that makes it any better.”

“So, you’re saying, next time, I won’t be able to walk?”

“You sure you want there to be a next time?”

She looks at the sand, her arms already around her chest, but she tightens them, clinging to herself like she needs the comfort. “I talked to Cannon about it, and he’s in. I think it’s safe to say, there will be a next time.”

“It’s on him to decide?”

She shrugs, but she knows the answer. Several seconds of silence pass before she gives it to me. “He’s doing this for us, but I want him to be comfortable with it. I mean, he’s sleeping with your wife, so he has to be a willing participant.”

I say nothing, processing her response.

She adds, “What did Tilly think of everything?”

“It sounded like she had a hell of a time, and she told me she wanted to fuck him again.”

She adjusts her arms and shifts her legs the same way she did last night before I asked her to walk over to me. She’s nervous, and I wonder if that has anything to do with the topic of my wife.

“Does that bother you?”

“No,” she answers quickly.

I don’t believe her.

If her eyes weren’t covered by sunglasses, I have a feeling they’d show she was lying. But her voice did that instead.

I’m sure some jealousy is involved. I’m just not the one who feels it.

“I can’t be in the same room with them again,” she adds. “So, maybe two rooms next time, king-size beds in each. Or you can come to our place. We live right over there.” She points at a house that’s about thirty yards from where we’re standing. That puts her just over a quarter of a mile from our place. “I think our house would keep things more discreet.”

I wait for her to follow that up with something. She doesn’t. I’m not sure if that means she knows who I am or if she just thinks her place is more comfortable than a hotel.

“I’ll talk to Tilly and see which she prefers.”

She nods. “Do you want to give me Tilly’s number? She offered it to Cannon, but he wasn’t sure if he should take it.” She breaks eye contact again, and I can tell she’s struggling. “This is all really new to us. We don’t know what’s appropriate or not and—”

“It’s new to us, too.”

“Really?” She sounds relieved yet surprised at the same time.

“You think I’ve done this before?”

There’s that smile that’s always on my mind.

“You’re so good at it. You turned your back to Cannon and Tilly like they weren’t even in the room. You made me feel like I was the most important woman in the world.”

In that moment, you were.

This moment isn’t all that different; my hands just aren’t on you.

But they want to be.

“Something like that takes practice,” she continues. “You can’t just tune out your husband or wife unless their feelings don’t mean much to you.”

“Swinging isn’t about feelings, Piper. If those get involved, it would defeat the whole purpose. Then, it wouldn’t really be called swinging, would it? It would be called an affair.”

I’ve seen the emotions on her face all along, and now, they’re raging through her.

“Sounds like you’re good with separate rooms,” she says, completely changing the subject. “I won’t mention it to Cannon. I don’t want him to know we see each other during our runs. That’ll only add an unnecessary layer to all this. So, I’ll make sure to bring it up when we get together again.”

“Take out your phone.”

I wait for her to unclasp it from her arm and tap on the screen before I recite the ten digits.

“Thanks for giving me her number.”

“I didn’t give you her number. I gave you mine.”

She glances up from her cell. She’s chewing her lip so hard, I wait for it to split open and start bleeding.

“You know, I’ll just shoot her an email and ask for her number. It won’t make any sense if you gave it to me because then I’d have to explain how I got it.”

That was the reason I gave her mine.

I don’t expect her to call me and plan our next date. That’s Piper’s and Tilly’s job, and I’m sure it’ll happen through email. I just want her to have my number to do whatever she wants with it.

I take a few steps away from her. “I’ll see you later, Piper.”

I don’t wait for her to respond. I don’t watch to see if she takes off running in the opposite direction or if her eyes follow me down the beach.

But, about thirty minutes later when I run past her place on the way back to mine, I swear, I see her standing in front of the balcony window, and I’m positive I feel her staring at me.