by Wylde, Beth
My body obeyed instantly, my back arching as the orgasm took me by surprise. "Oh, shit. Oh, hell. Yes!" "That's my girl." Dave moved me off his lap and stood up, shucking off his wet pants and underwear in record time. I scooted higher up on the bed and spread my legs wide. He was inside me in an instant. Apparently all the talk about sex had gotten him pretty hot as well because after about four strokes, he was coming. He grunted and groaned and kept spurting until I was sure he'd come more than once. I'd never known Dave to have a multiple orgasm before, which was another sure sign of how much he liked what we'd been discussing. It was one of the main reasons I wanted to try a threesome with him and another woman.
When he finally finished, he rolled sideways, his soft cock slipping free as he pulled me with him until my ass was spooned up against his belly. We should have both been exhausted, but we weren't. Instead, we seemed oddly energized and I wondered once more about the reason for the outfit. Before I could ask again, however, he was offering up the explanation to me.
"Do you want to know what Craig and I were talking about when Dani interrupted?"
I snuggled up closer, pushing my rear tight against his body until I actually felt him start to harden again. His reaction gave me the answer. "Let me guess. Sex, right?" "How did you know?" I reached back and squeezed his half-hardened shaft in
reply. "Okay, so I'm easy to read." "It must have been one hell of a conversation." He nodded against my shoulder. "It was. Craig's girlfriend
Veronica was apparently into some very kinky shit." "Was?" "Yeah. They broke up last week when he came home and found her screwing three other guys in their crib while he was at work. He couldn't handle the sharing as much as he thought he could."
I turned over and faced Dave. "You mean he knew about it?"
"Kind of. Veronica's into swinging. Craig apparently didn't understand what that meant. He thought they'd always be together whenever new partners were introduced. Apparently, Veronica didn't like to share as much as she led Craig to believe. From what Craig told me, being dumped didn't go over well with her, but they'd already planned the house party for tonight and it was too late to cancel it. That's why Craig invited us to come. I think he wants to make sure he has someone familiar nearby in case Veronica decides to show off. I thought you liked Craig?" "I do, just not like that." "Are you sure?" I thought about the question for a minute, picturing Craig in my mind. I couldn't argue against the fact that he was good looking and seriously built. He always reminded me more of a weight lifter than an architect. Apparently, he liked to visit the gym regularly and it showed. What Dave was suggesting was something we'd discussed before, but when we tried the club scene, I balked. It was way too public for even me. The idea of trying something at a private party seemed simpler, especially with someone we already knew. I knew Dave wanted to see me with another woman, though, so bringing Craig into things didn't make any sense.
"He's good looking, I can't deny that, but so are you. Besides, you're the one I'm married to. I thought you always wanted to see me with another girl, not a guy?"
"Oh, yeah." His eyes went glassy for a minute and I knew he was imagining Candice and I together in pornographic detail. "I'm not saying I want you to be with Craig, but I thought the party might be fun. There will be other women there, too. I know you didn't like the club thing we tried before, but you seemed to like the idea of spicing things up a bit. I bought you the outfit in case you decided you wanted to go. I've seen the way you look at him."
This time it was my turn to shrug. "With his size, he's hard to ignore. He kind of stands out in a crowd."
"He's my friend and the only one whose sex life even comes close to ours. I can talk to him about things that I can't talk about with the guys down at the country club."
I laughed at the thought of Dave talking about sex with the old farts he hung out with on the golf course. "You might give them a heart attack."
He grinned. "Yeah. Craig's cool, though, and sometimes we guys need someone to discuss things with, too. You have Candice and I have Craig."
"Yeah, but Candice and I used to sleep together. I doubt you've ever bonked Craig."
"You'd be right about that, but it's still nice to have someone I can speak freely around."
"I understand that." I looked down at the bottom of the bed where the outfit was still lying across the rumpled bedspread. "We can go if you'd like to. I'm up for anything once." I got up and walked to the bathroom to clean up once more, shaking my head. In my profession, I know better than to be overly optimistic. This was definitely one of those times.
Chapter Three
As I scrubbed up and rinsed off yet again, I yelled out to
Dave, "What time does the party start?" "About fifteen minutes ago," he replied after a moment's
hesitation. "Shit." I cursed and started drying off as fast as possible, suddenly hating the fact that I'd agreed to participate in some type of group orgy to help out my hubby's best friend's ego. "Craig's place is all the way across town."
Dave stepped through the doorway and handed me my outfit. "Yeah, I know."
I snatched the outfit out of his hand harder than necessary. "We're going to be late."
"I called Craig while you were in the shower. He said there were still a lot of guests who hadn't arrived yet. We'll be fine."
He scooted by me and jumped into the shower for his own quick scrub down. As he grabbed the soap, I focused my attention on making myself presentable as fast as possible.
My hair didn't take much time at all. I finger-combed a bit of styling gel through it, fluffed it dry, and left it down. Getting dressed was what had me worried. The bustier actually turned out to be a lot more comfortable than it looked. If it hadn't been for the bleak, black color, I would have moved it to the top of my favorite lingerie list. I made a quick mental note to get myself another one in something vibrant and girly as I worked on the last of the hook and eye closures. In the mirror, my breasts looked huge and my waist looked small. I was liking the top more and more. I wasn't as excited about the rest of the get-up.
The skirt was floor-length and made of see-through black lace that fit snugly around my waist and flared outward at the bottom. It hung down a bit longer than it should have, so I slid on a pair of strappy high heels for a few extra inches of height. The last thing I wanted to do was fall flat on my face. Now I just needed some underwear and make-up.
I rummaged through the gift box in search of panties and came up empty handed except for a black studded collar I'd overlooked earlier. The thought of being some stranger's puppy for the evening made me slightly nauseous so I tossed the collar back in the box and went to put on my makeup, wondering all the while what I had that might match the skirt. I came up with nothing .
Dave was just getting out of the shower when I walked back into the bathroom to get my cosmetic bag out of the cabinet. He stopped dead and let out a shrill whistle. "That is so fucking hot." As he spoke, his towel started to bulge in the front and I waited for him to make a move on me. He took a step forward, then frowned. "Where's the necklace I bought to go with it?"
I put my hands on my hips. "You mean the choke chain? No way, Jose. I'm not playing doggie for anyone." He batted his eyelashes at me in a mock pleading gesture and I shook my head. "Nope. Not even for you."
He shrugged. "I had to try." He flung off his towel. "Maybe I'll wear it instead." The thought of leading Dave around on a leash made me shiver, and not because I was cold.
Ten minutes later, Dave was dressed and we were in the car, headed across town. I was still shocked over what my husband was wearing. I'd eventually accepted the fact that my outfit was to be worn sans underwear, but I hadn't really thought about what Dave might have to dress up in. Apparently, Veronica's parties leaned more toward the BDSM scene than Dave realized. His black leather pants were so tight they covered him like a second skin. His erection was easily visible where it bulged behind his fly and the sight just reaffirmed the fact that he'd gone commando
beneath. True to his word, he had on the dog collar and had even managed to come up with a silver-plated dog chain to go with it. His black boots completed the look, and together, I thought we looked more like the topper on a gothic wedding cake than a husband and wife heading out for a night of adult fun.
By the time we arrived at Craig's place, it was late evening and the sun had completely set. The noise coming from the house was audible even with the car doors shut and suddenly, his out-of-the-way location made sense. In the city, the cops would have been knocking on the door within minutes.
Dave got out quickly and came around to open the door for me. Instead of getting up, I stayed seated, thinking over what we were about to do and wondering if it was right. After almost twenty years, I didn't want to do anything that might ruin our marriage.
I took his outstretched hand and reluctantly let him pull me to my feet. "I love you."
He shut my door and pulled me into his arms. "I love you, too." He looked down into my face and I saw the truth of his words shining in his brown eyes. "Are you okay?" I nodded. "I am now." When we reached the front door, Dave raised his hand to knock, but before he could, the door opened and a fresh wave of noise rushed out to greet us. The blast was a combination of music, heat, and raised voices. I was relieved to find it was Craig who had answered the door, but less pleased to discover that things were already underway. Judging by the amount of activity in progress, it looked like we were the last people to arrive.
Craig seemed very nervous as he looked us over, which confused me since I knew he'd helped Dave pick out our clothing. It turned out it wasn't our outfits but my attitude that had him concerned. He waved us inside almost reluctantly and once I took a look around, I knew he had a right to be worried.
Craig and my husband have been friends for quite a while, but I doubt Craig had ever heard about my dominant tendencies. To be a good lawyer, I have to be in control and I'm used to it, both in the courtroom and at home, especially in the bedroom. Dave seemed to like it that way and so did Candice when we were together. The tall, waifishly thin bitch standing in the middle of the room with a riding crop in one hand and a whip in the other was apparently used to getting her way as well. As she turned toward the doorway with a sneer of distaste on her face, I knew immediately that I was facing Veronica, Craig's exgirlfriend. I also knew we weren't going to be fast friends. More like hated enemies.
Two guys were standing on either side of her. The one behind her had his hands on her ass and the other guy had his mouth on her naked breasts. Several other couples were seated on the floor nearby, either watching or engaging in their own forms of foreplay while a few people were even further along in their activities. There was even a lesbian threesome with one girl's face buried between her friend's legs while a woman took her from behind with a big, purple strap-on. Veronica acted like the event was an everyday occurrence as she cracked the short whip against her leather-encased thigh. The sound echoed with a resounding pop that had everyone in the room snapping to attention except for me and Dave. I'm a big fan of toy use at home, so the sound was nothing shocking to either of us. She ignored my reaction to focus on my hubby, her mouth opening wide in a smile of pure female appreciation. If I'd met Veronica before this, I would definitely have refused Craig's invitation no matter how much his feelings got hurt. Things were not going to turn out well and judging by the look on Craig's face, he knew it, too. Dave seemed too astounded with all the action going on in front of him to realize a catfight was about to take place. I decided then and there that I needed to schedule a long talk with Craig once the evening was over.
Veronica's blatant stare at my man's exposed body had me seeing red in an instant. Candice is a big fan of BDSM, and a true switch in every sense of the word, so we'd played quite a bit in the clubs together during college. I felt more comfortable playing those types of games with someone I knew. Sharing my man with a complete stranger was just suddenly out of the question for me. Apparently, I had a little green monster of my own and she was pissed off enough for the both of us.
Chapter Four
I stepped in front of Craig, linking a finger in the loop of his collar as I wrapped the leash around my wrist, marking him as mine and mine alone.
Veronica didn't like my actions the least little bit and she was very vocal about it."I'm the mistress in this house. Everyone bows down to me."
True to her word, the entire congregation bent their heads down toward the floor, a few turning their glances to the side to catch the obvious confrontation they could see coming. I hated to think I might disappoint them.
She sauntered across the carpet on her six-inch stilettos and I suddenly wished I had Candice with me. Together, the two of us could have had this bitch begging for mercy in minutes. I knew Dave would have enjoyed the sight, too. Now I was going to have to tame her all by myself. The idea of bringing her to her knees in front of all her minions was altogether too pleasing to resist. I'd seen her type before and I knew most of her posturing was simply for show. Mine wasn't.
I used my free hand to reach back and stroke Dave's chest, running my fingers in a pattern designed to draw her attention to his finely-sculpted pecs and the body she'd never be able to touch. "Sorry, I don't bow down to anyone. Usually I'm the one in charge."
She gave me a quick once-over and shook her head, her frizzy black hair whipping across her face so that she had to pause to brush it back. "You'll be on your knees with everyone else before the night is over."
Craig stepped between us -- a very stupid place to be, in my opinion. Dave must have finally come out of his stupor long enough to realize what was happening. He wrapped both arms around my waist and started guiding me back the way we'd come in. I dug my heels into the brown, over-shampooed carpet beneath my feet and held my place. The challenge had been issued and I was not about to back down.
I reached back with my free hand and patted one of my hubby's arms reassuringly. "Relax, honey. Veronica and I were just getting to know each other a little better." I cocked my head sideways and glared straight ahead."Weren't we?"
I'm not sure what I expected her to do. Truthfully, I figured she'd back off, but apparently she didn't want to look weak at her own party. One minute she was staring back at me, and the next, she lunged forward and grabbed a handful of my hair in her fist, trying to forcefully pull me out of Dave's arms. Dave let go when he realized the tug-of-war was making things worse. The minute he released me, I pulled my right arm back and punched Veronica directly in the nose. She squealed like a true girl and let me go, grabbing her bloody face with both hands as she sank down onto the floor with a wide-eyed look of total terror focused in my direction. I flexed my fingers and shook out the pain in my knuckles.
I felt good as I watched her start to wail like a baby. That is, until I turned back to check on Dave. His eyes were wide as well, but for a completely different reason. The firm set of his lips and the storm brewing in his chocolate eyes showed me exactly how much he disapproved of what I'd just done. Now that my head was clear and I thought about it, I knew he was right, but it was too late to take back my actions and I wasn't about to apologize for something she so rightfully deserved. I could always claim later that I was getting revenge for Craig.
"I think it's time for us to go." Dave took my arm and pulled me out the door with Craig following closely behind. I didn't resist. I was pretty sure we'd worn out our welcome. This time he didn't open my door, just let go of me and marched around to the driver's side.
As I got in, I was surprised to find Craig already in the back seat. "What are you doing?"
He shrugged, but the worried look stayed on his face. "I thought it might be best if I cleared out for a while. Veronica's going to be in a very ugly mood once she can get up again."
I laughed. I couldn't help myself. The thought of Craig being scared of the small female inside had me giggling. I was afraid I couldn't stop until Dave got inside. I shut up immediately. The look on his face was one of pure
anger. He held his tongue for about a minute before he let his thoughts fly. "What in the world were you thinking?"
Before I could answer, he turned around in his seat and directed his tirade at Craig."And you! What the fuck was that all about? You've been friends with us for ages. Did you honestly think that Abigail would play nicely with that sadistic, uptight, ex-bitch of yours? Are you fucking nuts? We'll be lucky if we get home before she calls the police. Getting locked up for assault could cost Abby her job." He punched the steering wheel for effect. "Goddamn it, Craig. After all the talks we've had, you should know better. You're lucky Abigail didn't do more than just embarrass her ass." I was too shocked to find out that Dave had discussed my likes and dislikes in depth to Craig to say anything. I peered in the rearview mirror to check out Craig's reaction.
He looked thoroughly chastised as he lowered his head and stared at the floorboard. "I didn't think she'd actually take things as far as she did. I didn't even think about how Veronica might react until the two of you actually showed up tonight. I really didn't expect you two to come."
I calmed down slightly when I realized Dave was more upset with Craig for setting everything up than with me for decking Veronica. I still felt bad, though. Dave had seemed genuinely interested in attending the party and my outgoing personality had ruined any and all chances of us being invited back. I immediately started thinking of ways I could make the night up to him. I was still brainstorming as he backed out of the driveway until I recalled what he'd just said.
