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smiled her answer. Brent said, “It’s been awhile, but what the hell . . .”

      Stewart stood up, picked his jeans up off the floor, and slipped them on. Then he walked over to our stash spot behind the TV screen. He pulled out the rolling papers, the marijuana, and the lighter. I just watched him, admiring his sex appeal. It amazed me that after eight years together and six married, I was still mesmerized by his every movement.

      Victoria and Brent wrapped their Puss & Boots–stamped white towels around their waists. Stewart prepared our session. In the next couple hours, Stewart and I would smoke, eat, fill up on more drinks, and do it all over again with another unsuspecting couple. It was all ritual. Thursday through Sunday, ten p.m. till three, maybe four a.m., ongoing until we pressed Stop Record on the hidden camera in our VIP room. It was genius.

       JuJu & Ferrari

      Getting back into their clothes in the locker room, JuJu and Ferrari exchanged not one word. Their silence left them to their thoughts. His—of that moment and how fucking magical it had been. The power he had over a human body. The earthquake that erupted in her flesh. How her mouth opened to scream but she could barely produce a whisper. The tear. He did that. And he felt proud. It gave him a cheerfulness he couldn’t mask, no matter how hard he tried.

      JuJu’s thoughts paralleled Ferrari’s but the feeling she got when she replayed the moment was far different. There was no sense of pride. She was envious. This fresh-faced first-timer got to experience something with her husband that she had been trying to achieve for years. The reason she introduced the idea of occasional visits to a swingers club in the first place was to find somebody who could give her an orgasm.

      “JuJu, Ferrari!” a voice squealed.

      The couple looked around the corner and located the face.

      “Danielle and Stew,” JuJu smiled.

      “It’s been a long time.” Danielle caressed Ferrari’s pecs. “What occasion brings you two here tonight?”

      “We’re celebrating five years today,” JuJu answered.

      “Congratulations,” Stew said, holding up his Heineken bottle.

      “Thanks, man,” Ferrari said.

      “Why are you leaving already?” Danielle asked. “I wanna give you two an anniversary present.” She fell to her knees and immediately started motor-boating Ferrari’s package.

      The group laughed as she stood back up.

      “You know, I’ve been dying to do that,” Danielle slurred.

      “One day,” JuJu said. “We have an early flight tomorrow.”

      “Where are you guys going?” Stewart asked.

      “Tahiti,” JuJu answered. “I got us a nice bungalow over the water. We’re gonna rekindle our romance.”

      “Sweet,” Stewart said, nodding his head.

      Danielle reached out and gently squeezed both of JuJu’s breasts. “Well, if y’all want some company, Stew and I can fly out there in a couple days.” She winked at Ferrari while still having her way with his wife’s breasts.

      “Excuse my wife,” Stewart interjected, “she’s a ball of sex drive.”

      “It’s cool,” Ferrari said, a slight smile on his face. “Next time we come we have to . . .”

      “Yes, definitely,” JuJu cosigned. “Next time.” She kissed Danielle on her lips and then gently removed her hands from her breasts. “Can’t you see this girl’s in heat, Stew? Go get her some dick . . . or some pussy.”

      They all laughed again.

      “Yeah, I better before she rapes one of you,” Stew added to the comedy.

      Moments later, JuJu and Ferrari were completely dressed and ready to leave the locker room.

      “Well, it was good seeing you,” JuJu said as she headed to the door.

      “Oh, wait,” Danielle stopped the couple. “Honey, give them a flyer.”

      “Oh yeah, of course.” Stewart dug in his back pocket. He pulled out a flyer and handed it to Ferrari. “We’re having our annual Christmas party.”

      “Come out,” Danielle encouraged, “we’re going to have live shows, contests, the works. If you leave without having an orgasm you can sue us for all we got.” She giggled.

      The word orgasm caught their attention. JuJu was thinking that the Christmas party might give her what she had been so desperately looking for. Ferrari was thinking that perhaps he could recapture the experience he’d had that night. It was his first time making a woman cum, and he didn’t want it to be his last.

      “We’ll be there,” JuJu said.

      “Yeah, for sure,” Ferrari agreed.

      “Great,” Danielle said, kissing each of them on their lips one last time.

      “Y’all enjoy your trip,” Stewart said as the couple walked out of the locker room.

      “Thanks!” JuJu yelled back. Ferrari waved goodbye.

      Outside, the cold air was a major contrast to the steamy humidity of Puss & Boots. JuJu gave the valet her ticket and he fled to get the couple’s vehicle.

      “Is everything all right?” Ferrari asked his wife while they waited for their car to pull up.

      “Yes, why do you ask?”

      “You told Danielle and Stew we were going to Tahiti tomorrow.”

      “Everything’s fine,” JuJu said with a roll of her eyes.

      “Why did you tell them that?”

      JuJu’s eyes suddenly squinted with fury, her lips tightened. “Because I did. Why are you questioning me?”

      Their car arrived. In a snap JuJu put on a smile and tipped the valet. She hurried into the driver’s seat, while Ferrari reluctantly got in the other side. Their ride home was as silent as their locker room experience before Danielle and Stewart had breathed life into it.

      Ferrari took the opportunity to pretend to fall asleep. His mind, though, was spinning. He couldn’t believe he had finally met his infatuation in person and had the chance to make love to her—something he had dreamed about for almost a year. Ever since he had seen those words on her Facebook page: One is not wealthy until he has things money cannot buy. He had simply written under it, This couldn’t be more true. And that had sparked a cyber affair he never saw coming. Over the ensuing months, he told himself numerous times he would end it, usually after JuJu discovered a message or two and threatened him. But he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the number changes, deleted online accounts, and spying by JuJu, he always managed to find his way back to his computer love. And tonight was his dream manifested.

      The rumbling of the garage door pulled the plug on Ferrari’s thoughts. He hadn’t gotten both eyes open before he noticed JuJu’s arm extended over his left knee. He jumped with fear.

      “What did I do?” He knew what it meant when JuJu went inside the glove compartment after pulling into their garage. Although the sex between he and Tori had been premeditated, JuJu didn’t know this and so she had no right to be angry with him. At least that’s how he saw it.

      JuJu ignored his question. She pulled out a black rectangular device and Ferrari went for the door. It was locked, of course, and in that split second Ferrari felt the shock of JuJu’s taser disrupt his muscle control. She laughed wickedly as she watched his big body contract at her will.

      “You wanna make a bitch tremble?” she asked. “Well, so do I!”

      JuJu sent enough electricity through Ferrari to turn his pretend sleep real. His eyes closed and his head drooped.

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