Craig felt the words hit his chest like impact. His cock throbbed beneath Joy -- a sharp, involuntary response that sent a flicker of pleasure and shame through his gut. He watched as Shannon's hand, barely visible beneath the water's shimmer, began to move.

"I can't even get my hand halfway around it..."

Her voice was breathless. Not for effect. Because it took her breath. Her grip moved slowly, reverently, stroking the thickness in her palm like something sacred and obscene. Her eyes -- wide, stunned, hungry -- never left Craig's.

And across the tub, Joy smiled.

She leaned in, her lips brushing Craig's ear now, her voice a soft,...