Chapter 8
The sun dipped low in the horizon when we left the bar. I didn’t park in front of the house but rolled down the street entering the alley behind the bungalows. It was the style in the older suburbs to have alleys behind the houses for access to the garages. The buildings were too close to each other to facilitate driveways. We stopped in the alley three bungalows away from our target.
“So what’s the plan?”
“Hell if I know. I’m going to peek in windows. If I see anything interesting, I’m going to take a photo with my phone.”
“Interesting, like what? Catching them in bed?”
“For starters. Let’s hope the bedroom is on the first floor.”
“I’m coming with you.” My best friend couldn’t take this path alone. God only knew what was at the end of it.
“No. You stay here.”
“No, I’m coming with you. You’ll need me to stop you if you get the urge to break in and kick some ass.”
“We’ll be trespassing,” Mary warned, her eyes flashing.
“We will. Josh told us to call him if we get arrested. He said his PR person would take care of it.” I giggled. The two beers had relaxed my sense of right and wrong.
We got out of the car, quietly pushing the doors shut. Crouching like Navy Seals storming a terrorist cell, we snuck to the back of the property. There was a dim light glowing in the back of the house. I touched Mary on the shoulder, pointing to the window. We were naturals at this stalking routine. My hand covered my mouth to stifle my laugh. We crawled to the wall, but a nervous giggle escaped. Mary shot me a wide-eyed look.
“Shut up,” she hissed.
My finger and thumb ran across my lips in a zipping motion. Mary glared at me. Another beer, I’d probably have knocked on the door.
We huddled against the wall, our faces turned up to the window. From the alley, it hadn’t seemed so high.
“What are we going to do,” Mary whispered. “Can you hear them talking? They’re in there, probably fucking.”
“Shit. If I bend over, you can stand on my back.”
Mary clamped her hand over her mouth to stem the laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”
“What else can we do, other than break in? You want photos.”
“It would be better if you stood on my back. You’re lighter, and you’re taller.”
A groan gurgled in my throat. I knew she was going to say that. Remembering all the times she’d sat patiently listening to me rant about Josh, I couldn’t say no. Fuck. That phone call to Josh might happen.
“Okay. Give me your phone.”
Getting down on her hands and knees, Mary flung her phone at me. “It’s going to be close.” Holding onto the wall for balance, I climbed onto her back. She swayed. My fingers clawed at the wall to prevent my fall.
“You can’t move,” I hissed at her.
“I’m trying not to, but your foot is pressing into my spine.”
“Too bad. Grit your teeth. Stop moving.”
My hands reached for the concrete window sill. Pulling myself to a standing position, I stood on my tiptoes to see over the sill into the bedroom. "Holy shit.”
“What? What do you see?”
“Shh. I’ll show you if you quit moving.”
I held the phone at the bottom of the window. Click, click, click.
“What the hell?”
Mary forgot she was holding me on her back. Standing up, she sent me crashing on my ass. Her eyes squinted. “Sorry. We’ve got to get out of here. I’m sure they heard that.” Mary’s panicked eyes darted around the yard.
“You don’t need to worry. Charlie is in no condition to investigate squat.”
Laughing, I clamped my hand over my mouth. We scuttled through the yard and down the alley to our car. As soon as we were in, we took off toward the street.
Two streets over, I pulled to the curb. I burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face. “I’m not sure you’re going to want him back, but I guarantee you will get everything you ask for if you decide to divorce him.” She took the phone from my hand.
My eyes never left hers watching her scan the photos of naked Charlie tied spread-eagled to the bed. Goodish brandishing a whip, marching around the bedroom like a commando.
“Holy fuck. Charlie? What happened to my husband? Where did he go?” Tears slid down her face. “I’ll never get this image out of my mind. I’ll see it every time he comes to pick up Timothy. Dear God. He should have told me he was into kinky sex.”
“It’s probably a phase. He is a scientist. Maybe he’s doing research.”
“He’s a frigging emergency room doctor not a sex therapist. Maybe the stress got to him, and he went off the deep end.”
“That’s it. He’ll be back to himself after a few whippings.” We burst out laughing.
“It’s not funny. He is the father of my child. Do you think it’s hereditary?”
“What, kinky sex? I don’t think so, but you’re asking the wrong person, I’m still learning about different positions.”
“I need a drink.”
“Can you wait until we’re closer to home? If Dan has to come to get us, I don’t want him to drive to Oak Park.”
“Fine. Just get me to a bar.” Mary kept glancing at the pictures. Rolling her head back and forth on her neck to relieve the tension, an occasional whimper would pass her lips, but more often I’d hear a snicker.
We stopped at a neighborhood bar close to home. Mary, on a mission, strode up to the bartender ordering two margaritas. Sitting at a table, I called Dan to let him know where we were. Kids were in bed. He and Adam were deep into the ballgame between the Cubs and the Cardinals. We were good to go.
“I am still in a state of shock.” Mary dropped into the chair pushing the margarita toward me. “I never had a clue he wanted to experiment. He was always so routine.”
I took a hefty gulp of my drink. “He never asked you to try anything outside the norm? What about different positions?”
“He never fucking asked me to tie him up. Never. You know me, I’m game for anything.” Mary drank half of her drink in one swallow. She looked at the photos again, groaning at the images. “He looks so pathetic. Now if this were Josh, I’d stare at it all day.”
“If it were Josh, Goodish would be tied to the bed. He’d be cracking the whip.”
“Oh God. I just had an orgasm.”
“You’re sick.” I omitted the fact that I’d also done a leg squeeze.
“This entire night has made me horny. Charlie, Dan and Josh. Fuck, it’s too much for my hormones.” Mary held up two fingers to the bartender.
We were going to be two hurting puppies in the morning.
“How many of these men want kinky sex, do you think?” She waved her hand around the room. “I bet all of them do. They’d jump at it in a heartbeat if it were offered. Maybe not BDSM, but other things. They’d all die for a threesome.”
Looking around the room, imagining each of them naked, and tied spread-eagled to a bed made me cringe. I took another large swallow of my drink. Maybe that had been a problem between Josh and me. He’d never suggested anything out of the norm. Fuck, did Dan want kinky sex?
“Do you really think men want kinky sex?”
Mary twisted her mouth, her eyes squinted, thinking. “I don’t know. It’s not the kind of question you ask on a first date over dinner, but maybe we should. Not the first date, but before it gets too serious.”
Dan seemed happy. We were like rabbits, screwing all the time. The band around my heart tightened. Josh had seemed happy too.
“I’m going to ask Dan if he wants to try new things. I’m not sure about bondage, though, but he’s always wanted to do it on the kitchen counter. We can always put a tablecloth under us. He can bleach the fucking thing after.”
Mary made a grimace.
A shadow loomed over us. We looked up at a very big guy peering down at us. Hell, his arms were the size of my thighs. Mary’s eyes
widened.
“Wow,” she stammered.
He pulled out a chair. He must think ‘wow’ meant sit down.
“Ladies, can I buy you a drink?”
We’d polished off two margaritas, our reasoning skills were somewhat diminished.
“Thank you.” Mary smiled, her eyes glistening with curiosity. She’d lost her filter after her second drink, the guy was in for some interesting conversation. The brute held up three fingers to the bartender. In less than a minute, the drinks appeared at our table.
“Kyle.”
“Kyle?” Mary looked confused.
“My name. It’s Kyle.”
She was losing it. “Hi Kyle. I’m Alexandra. This is Laura.” My eyes zeroed in on hers, narrowing. She shook her head, shrugging her shoulders at me.
“That’s an unusual name. Do you go by Alex or Alexandra?”
“Thank you. Alexandra.”
A snicker escaped my lips. I reached for my drink to hide my amusement. Only Mary could make up a name and carry it off. Chugging my third margarita, I stole a glance at the giant. He was good looking if you like wrestlers, which Mary apparently did. He had that sexy scruffy look that was hot on Dan when he didn’t shave. He was definitely in shape, muscles bulging wherever you looked.
Oh God. Did Mary just ask him if he liked kinky sex? At least he laughed.
“I don’t know exactly what you mean by kinky sex. If you’re talking about the really kinky stuff, I’ve never tried it.” He was getting cuter by the minute. He had a stunning smile with huge dimples in his cheeks. Dimples made me weak in the knees.
I drank while Mary flirted.
“Really? If someone suggested it, what would you think?”
“I’d think I needed to work harder to please her.”
We both sighed. What a guy, one of the keepers.
“So, you’re not interested in kinky sex?” Mary leaned toward him waiting for his answer.
“It’s not my preference. Is there a reason you’re asking? Is that what you’re into?”
My hand supported her arm to help balance her. Her wild eyes looked from him to me. A blush radiated from her face.
“Me? Heck, no. Absolutely not,” she squeaked.
“Just wondered if you were feeling me out?” His lips curled into a scorching smile.
“I didn’t touch you.” She whirled on me. “Did you touch him? I did not feel you up.”
My eyes rolled in my head. “He didn’t mean literally and he said out not up.”
His face wore a full-blown smile.
She looked relieved, “No. We were wondering why a man who seemed to be happily married would leave his family to have kinky sex with a very big woman. A fucking amazon if you want to know the truth.” Mary fell back against her chair clinging to her drink. “We’re trying to figure it out is all.”
Kyle turned to me. “Is it your husband? He’s a loser.”
I emptied the rest of my drink. “No, no. I was married to a loser, one of the worst, but now I’m happily married to Dan. Josh. That’s my first husband, the sleaze, he didn’t like kinky sex. At least, he never suggested we do anything kinky. He never said anything.” I was rambling, but my mouth wouldn’t stop. “No, he just loved women in general. Lots of women. Not at the same time, though. One right after the other was his game.” My head bobbed up and down.
“He’s a fuck-up.”
“That’s what he says, too.” My voice melted into a purr.
“I’m confused. Is Josh your current husband?”
“He wants to be, but my current husband is Dan. I love them both. Is that odd?” Five drinks were way too many. “No. That’s not what I meant. Josh is a piece of shit, Dan is the man. I used to love Josh, but he broke my heart.”
Kyle cocked his head to the side. It was clear he thought there was something seriously wrong with me. He turned to Mary. “So, it’s your husband who wants kinky sex?”
Mary nodded her head, tears threatening. Kyle took her hand. “You’re better off without him. Anyone who doesn’t appreciate a beautiful woman doesn’t deserve her.”
“Will you say that again?” She gave him her incredible smile, dimples included. Ha! They both had dimples. Kyle leaned forward whispering in Mary’s ear. The ensuing flush crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks.
“Thank you.” Her cheeks flamed, her eyes round.
Whatever he’d said made my best friend glow. I was thankful to him, smiling my appreciation.
Hands squeezed my shoulders from behind.
“Do you want me to kick his ass or shake his hand? I hope to God, its shake his hand, he’s a lot bigger than me.”
I turned my face up to Dan’s, who smiled down into my eyes. My breath caught in my throat at his handsomeness. It was moments like this that it hit me how much I loved him. I kissed his hand resting on my shoulder.
“You need to make nice to the man. Kyle, this is my husband, Dan.” They shook hands. Dan pulled up a chair, his hand draped across the back of mine. The tingles started as soon as his finger grazed the back of my neck. I shivered when he wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger.
“Is Adam with the kids?” Could Dan tell by my eyes how horny I was? My body melted every time he touched or looked at me.
“Yes. He’s talking on the phone with Alexa. I caught a cab over. Thought you might need a driver.”
He leaned over to kiss Mary’s cheek. “Mary, you look incredible.”
Kyle looked at each of them, his forehead furrowing. “Mary? Didn’t you tell me your name was Alexandra?”
Mary’s face turned a bright crimson. “Isn’t it a beautiful name?” she squinted her eyes at him.
Dan looked at Laura. “What’s your name for the night?”
“It’s Laura. I’m too buzzed to respond to any other.”
Kyle threw his head back, laughing. “Mary is better. Alexandra was a fucking mouthful.
Chapter 9
“Do you ever want kinky sex?”
“I didn’t see that one coming.” Dan lifted himself on his elbow and peered down at me.
My fingers grazed his abdomen running through his hair until my hand cradled his erection. My mouth planted light kisses on his stomach.
His hand cupped my breast. “What’s this about?”
“Do you believe Charlie left her? Were you surprised?” I turned my face to his.
“It was a shock.” His thumb grazed my nipple, curling my toes.
“I suppose all men want to get kinky sometimes.”
He turned on his side. Pulling me to him, he folded his body around me. My hand remained wrapped around him.
“Don’t we already have kinky sex? Except for the kitchen counter, I can’t get you to try that.”
“I can whip you if you want me too. It might be fun.” I giggled squeezing him.
He nipped my earlobe and my body squirmed in response.
“I’ll pass on the whipping, but it might be fun to tie you up, though.” His tongue ran across my chin to the hollow of my neck.
I ran my forefinger around the ridge of his penis, my thumb rubbing the tip. Dan groaned, pushing into my hand.
“Why can’t I be the dominant one?” My body squirmed, his lips causing a fire to burn a trail to my breasts.
“We can take turns.” He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking until it grew rigid. “Me, first,” he murmured licking my breasts.
“We should go shopping at that costume shop on Brown Street. Will you wear a black mask and a cape? I want a little French maid’s uniform with black stockings and a garter belt.”
He groaned, burying his head between my breasts. “Baby, if you keep talking, I’m going to tie you up right now.” He rolled me over on my stomach.
“It would be difficult with Mary in the guest room. I’d want you to chase me through the house.” His erection pressed against my buttocks. He put his arm under me, lifting my hips in the air. My bottom ground into him.
“Keep ta
lking.” His voice was husky, his breathing ragged. His hand clutched between my legs.
I rolled my hips when his fingers entered me. “And if you catch me, I’d want you to pin me against the wall. I’ll wrap my legs around your hips, and bounce on your big boy.”
“Bounce? How the fuck do you bounce on my dick.”
He’d found my spot, rubbing it with his finger. My orgasm was close. I struggled to concentrate. My legs squeezed around his hand sending shivers down my spine.
“That’s it baby. You’re almost there.”
We were both breathing hard.
“Who knows? I’m sure there’s a way. We need a porn movie, Bouncing Ball or something.”
He threw back the covers. Jumping out of bed, he picked me up in his arms.
“Where are we going?”
He carried me down the stairs into the laundry room, locking the door behind us.
“I hope Mary doesn’t wander down here.”
“Private.” He croaked, unable to say anything else. He pressed me against the wall. Clutching my buttocks with his hands, he slid me up his body until I wrapped my legs around his hips.
“Okay, fucking bounce,” he groaned, sweat beading his forehead.
I stared into his glazed eyes. “I think I need help.”
His hand reached between us, guiding his big boy into me.
I whimpered when he thrust. Holding my hips with his hands, he lifted and lowered me on his erection. His mouth crushed against mine, sucking my lips until I felt the sizzle of his tongue reach deep into my mouth. His groan fueled my fire.
“Turn us around so I can brace my feet on the wall,” I croaked, wanting him deep inside me.
Bracing my feet gave me the leverage I needed. My hands pressed against his shoulders. I bounced.
“Don’t stop. Jesus, don’t stop what you’re doing. Holy Fuck.” His grunt was hoarse. He ran his finger down the crease of my bottom, our skin slapping against each other. His head angled back, his eyes closed. “Fuck, don’t stop, baby.”
Our pace increased his thrusts driving deep inside me. Perspiration dampened our foreheads. My muscles clamped around him when he pulled out and expanded when he pushed in.
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