by Anthology
“I bet,” Jack’s tone is curt and does not extend his hand. Dirk drops his, glancing my way to gauge my reaction.
“That’s just rude, Jackson. No, I’m not ready,” I pause, gathering my courage once again before continuing, “Actually, I think I want to indulge in my own fantasy,” I say with assurance at my earlier decision.
“Will you two please excuse us for a moment,” Jack says as he grabs my free hand, leading me to a corner where no one else is around.
“What’s the problem, Jack? Do you really think it’s fair that you get to have sex with another woman while I just sit and watch?” I snap out in frustration.
“We came here because she’s supposed to help us,” he challenges me.
“No, we came here so you can get your dick wet by someone other than me,” I hiss out through clenched teeth as sadness reigns over me. I fight back the tears I’ve wanted to shed since he brought up this insane idea a few weeks ago.
“What’s with you, Hannah? You never talk or act this way. Are you drunk?”
“So what if I am drunk? Jack, I want our marriage to work, but not like this. Marriage counseling, yes. Sex therapy or however you want to spin this shit so you don’t feel guilty, no.”
“Do you want to fuck him?” nodding in Dirk’s direction where he and Harmony are trying not to watch our confrontation unfold.
“Yes,” my answer is flat.
“Fine, then I’ll make the change. You can fuck him while I watch. Will that make you happy?” his anger nearing its breaking point.
I square my shoulders, looking my husband dead in the eyes, and answer yes one more time.
He turns and heads out to the reception area as I make my way back towards Harmony and Dirk. My husband is jealous. That is the only reason I’m going through with this madness. Having sex with the impossibly hot Dirk is just an added bonus.
“I want to apologize for that spectacle,” I begin, “but things have changed. Harmony, we will be going with Dirk tonight. I’m sorry to make this so complicated.” I explain.
“You two need to do what is best for you,” she says with a genuine smile. “I’ll be around if needed,” she offers.
“Thank you for understanding, Harmony,” I add apologetically.
“No problem, love. Just remember, have fun, explore, and don’t completely forget about your husband. He may say he’ll watch, but you weren’t standing next to him when he finally noticed you speaking with Dirk here,” she advises before turning to head back towards the bar.
Her advice is received loud and clear. I will remember what she said, I hope.
Chapter Four
Derek
While Hannah and her husband were having a private discussion in the corner which I assume was about how tonight was going to play out, Harmony gave me some much-needed advice about how to handle this sensitive situation. I trust Harmony, this is her specialty, helping couples with their sexuality, but there is so much more going on here. She pointed out that the body language between the couple speaks volumes of their underlying marital problems; that this is more than a sexual issue.
I begin to doubt myself with this whole situation. I want to help, not make things worse; psychology is not my strong suit. I also want to suggest having Harmony in the room, as a mediator of sorts, to keep everything under control. Plus, they were her clients first and I feel like a dick for taking them from her. Well, I really didn’t take them. I can’t help that Hannah wanted to change their plans. Still, it’s money that should be Harmony’s and I will gladly give it to her once this potential nightmare is over.
Hannah is standing beside me, finishing her drink in complete silence. I can tell she’s feeling uneasy. She was nervous when she first came over to talk to me but now she’s shaking like a house sitting on an active fault line, the ice cubes in her glass clearly giving it away.
“Hannah, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I tell her with the hope of easing her mind. “Harmony nor I will be upset if you left altogether,” offering her an out.
“No, this is what we need. Wait, this is what I need,” she says with conviction in her voice. “Jack needs to remember how to love me again. Jealousy will remind him.”
Her words were filled with a sense of loss that had me on the verge of taking her in my arms, giving her a hug that she clearly needed.
Fucking hell. This shit is way above my pay grade. I’m ready to tell her that she’s a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman, and that she can find a healthier way to win back her husband’s heart; Jack’s untimely return puts the halt on that statement. His death stare is unnerving yet comical at the same time. I get he’s trying to intimidate me, protect what’s rightfully his, but he doesn’t have the height or build to take me on, if that’s what is going through his mind. His actions encourage me to help the “damsel in distress”. He’s jealous which is a twisted sign of caring.
“It’s done,” he says.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hannah questions her husband. I was wondering the same thing but she beat me to the punch.
“He’s all yours,” Jack spits out the words as if they were poison in his mouth.
I didn’t notice at first, but with Jack’s return Hannah had stopped shaking. She had a different characteristic about her. She was ready to fight for him, for their marriage. Everything is telling me to walk away when Hannah thanks her husband with sincerity in her voice; no sign of anger, disdain or hatred. She wants this and Jack’s composure softens a bit.
“I’ll waive my fee if you would like to have Harmony in the room, as a safeguard,” I offer without thinking.
“No. If you’re what my wife wants, then she’ll have you.” The surety in his voice was a bit disturbing since he walked up like he was ready to throw down. I feel like I’m being set up so he can get me out of the public eye, but the look in his eyes says he’s telling the truth.
“Shall we go to my room?” I ask hesitantly.
“Yes,” is all Hannah says before setting her glass down on a nearby table.
“Lead the way,” Jack instructs.
All I’m thinking right now is what the fuck did I just get myself into?
***
Hannah
Dirk leads the way to his private room. When he opens the door, my mind immediately takes me to the notorious Red Room. It may be an odd thing to say but it’s absolutely breathtaking. I take it all in, every intricate detail nearly matching the description in the books. It doesn’t take me long to realize this room is most women’s fantasy, including my own, and Magnolia House exists to deliver fantasies.
“This is perfect,” I say in awe.
“I aim to please,” Dirk says as the three of us enter his room.
I’m flanked by both men so I take a moment to steal a glance over at Jack to check his reaction. Like I said before, he’s vanilla. This isn’t his thing and now I’m worried I just started a whole different fight.
My glance turns into watching him closely. He’s definitely taking in his surroundings; it’s like I can physically see the wheels in his head working overtime. What surprises me is that there’s a hint of a smile on his handsome face. God, I love the man I’m married to. Sadly, no matter how often I tell him, it feels like it’s never enough. Will this gamble I’m taking completely break us or will it pay off? Unfortunately, it’s about an hour too late to figure that question out. I’m ready to roll the dice.
Chapter Five
Derek
Once we’re in my room with the door secured behind us I wait a few minutes before I speak. I know that my room can be a lot to take in all at once and I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable, unsafe, or freaked the fuck out. Especially this couple.
“Jack, just so you know, I don’t kiss on the mouth, but pretty much everything else is fair game. Is there anything you forbid me to do?” I ask the husband out of respect before asking the wife what her desires are.
Jack stands there st
ill looking around my room. It’s clear he doesn’t know what to say right now so I let him think about it.
“Hannah, is there something specific you’d like me to explore or anything you don’t want me to do?”
“Um, I think I’d like to explore being tied up and give you all the control,” she answers shyly. We both quickly look over to Jack to see his reaction. He has a poker face on and I sure as hell can’t read him.
“I’d actually like to see that,” Jack chimes in, surprising both of us with his comment.
Ok, this is progress, but I still keep my guard up because he could easily be setting me up, and with his wife bound she couldn’t interfere if he decided to fight me. This scenario wasn’t his idea, so I feel the need to be careful.
“Really?” she asks guarded.
“Yes, I would. I know you both don’t think I’m on board with this; I wasn’t at first, but I can assure you I am now. This room does something for me and I can’t figure out why,” Jack answers his wife honestly.
Since I’ve met her, Hannah shows the first glint of happiness at her husband’s response, which puts me at ease. When this room was created and I walked in for the first time, I had the same feeling and reaction Jack is currently expressing. This room has definitely changed me and those who pass through these doors.
“Would either of you care for a drink? Maybe some champagne and a little bit of music?” I offer the couple.
“I’ve had more than enough to drink tonight. I want to remember everything clearly,” Hannah answers.
“I’ll take a scotch, neat if you have it. Oh, and maybe some classical music,” Jack drawls out.
“Classical?” Hannah asks her husband.
“This room is classy with a kinky twist. I think classical music is what we need.”
“Classical it is” I respond, hitting a button on the remote sitting on the bar. Music begins to filter through my recessed speakers, setting a romantic ambiance. I continue to make Jack’s drink as he seats himself on a couch that is at the foot of my bed. It’s not a direct replica of the Red Room, but it’s close enough for my clients to know what I was going for.
Hannah’s hair is an A-line cut so I don’t have to ask her to put it up but I still need to know the parameters of tonight.
“Make yourself comfortable, love,” I direct towards the wife.
“I want you to undress me,” she retorts as I hand Jack his drink.
I look down at Jack to once again, check his demeanor.
“You heard the lady,” he says with a genuine smile of amusement.
“Jack, Hannah, before this goes any further I need to know your restrictions,” I say once more.
“Whatever my wife asks or begs for, give it to her.” That’s all Jack gives me. His wife is fair game. This situation is getting easier by the second.
“I’m giving you my body,” Hannah says in a sultry voice that wasn’t there earlier in the evening.
I cross over to where she is standing next to the wooden “X” that is mounted on the wall. It has restraints attached that are meant for comfort since Trixie is our pain expert, and because Hannah’s standing next to it and made the comment that she would like to be tied up, I’m guessing this is where the fun will start.
Once I’m in front of Hannah I take the back of my left hand, caressing her face, down to her neck as I bring it around to the back of her head, gripping the hair at the nape of her neck before lightly nibbling across her delicate jawline. With my right hand, I immediately grab her by the waist for support as I feel her body weaken at that little bit of affection.
The hum she releases makes me think that this couple hasn’t been intimate in a while. For a married couple, that is fucking sad and disheartening.
“I’m going to remove your top now. Can you stand on your own?” I ask before releasing her.
“Mmhm.”
I can’t help the chuckle that sneaks out as I begin to lift her top before she stops me. Fuck. She can’t do this.
“Wait,” she says with fear in her voice. “I have stretch marks and a scar from my C-section. I’m not perfect like the ladies here.”
Wow. She’s ashamed of her childbearing body. I need to fix this and give her the confidence she should have.
“Baby, you’re beautiful. Let Dirk do his job,” Jack says, beating me to what I was going to tell his wife.
She’s looking at him with love dancing in her eyes. Maybe she was right. Maybe I am what they need. Jack seems to be content watching on the couch as his wife is finding her sexuality. I take this opportunity to discard my robe while they share their moment.
“Continue,” she instructs me. Her eyes take in what was slightly hidden under the robe and the love that was just there for her husband, has now turned to lust for me. I feel that I’m doing my job, helping this couple find their passion for each other, as fucked up as it is. You wouldn’t get this kind of hands on treatment with a marriage counselor.
I step in closer, wrapping my hands around her back as I use my forearms to lift the hem of her satin top. Once my hands reach the clasp of her bra I waste no time unhooking it and continue to bring her arms up with mine, removing her shirt and bra all at once.
“That was pretty slick,” the husband says, giving me a compliment.
His wife has a milky white complexion that is flawless, with perfect pink nipples that are begging for attention. I place feather light kisses down her neck while slowly backing her to the “X”. Once she’s against it I fasten her left hand first, then her right. She’s standing in the “Y” position with her breasts on display for both her husband and myself.
I whisper, “Stunning,” in her ear before trailing my index fingers across her collar bone, down to her breasts and then continuing down to her stomach as I drop to my knees in front of Hannah. My hands make their way around to her back side to unzip her skirt, while I toggle between kisses and nips around her belly button. She tries to push her hips towards me as a sign for more, but she seems to have forgotten she was already bound to my wall. I make haste in removing her skirt to find she’s commando under it, completely surprising the hell out of me. Her perfectly groomed landing strip matches her hair. She’s a true red head. That’s fucking hot as hell.
“Holy fuck, Hannah,” comes from the husky voice still seated on the couch. I turn to Jack and see he’s rubbing his obvious erection through his slacks.
Hannah’s eyes are locked on her husband; I leave her fuck-me heels on as I secure each ankle with their proper restraints. I kiss her right leg just above the knee as I make my way up to her apex.
“Strip,” she commands just before I reach the honey pot.
I glance up to see who she’s talking to when I see her eyes fixated on me.
“I thought I was the one in charge?” I ask playfully.
“Both of you,” she delivers in a headier tone. “And a woman can change her mind, Dirk. I know exactly what I want.”
“Hannah, I’m not bi-sexual. I don’t play on that team, ever,” I explain, in case she has different thoughts of how this is night is going to continue.
“I don’t want you two to touch each other; I want you both to touch me; have your way with me; take advantage of my body,” she clarifies.
Without further hesitation, I lose the boxers and hear the intake of Hannah’s breath as she gulps down the air. Jack soon joins us, in the nude as well. I can’t help myself. I glance down to see what he’s packing and I have to admit, I think his wife might be the second woman to ever take all of me. Impressive.
“Get down on your knees, Jack,” she directs him, in no position to be telling anyone what to do, bound to the “X”. “You, Mr. Durden, I want your mouth on my neck and breasts as my husband’s mouth is on my pussy,” she instructs.
We both do as were told. The feral sounds that escape Hannah’s lips has my cock standing at attention. It’s a bit awkward with Jack’s face so close to my dick, but we’re here to make Hannah come as many t
imes as we can before she passes out from pure erotic bliss.
“Oh, fuck Jack,” she pants out.
My eyes go down to her husband buried between his wife’s legs, fingers working vigorously on her dripping wet sex while his tongue works her clit. She’s on the edge of her orgasm so I take her left nipple between my teeth, nipping hard enough for her body to bow just enough to slide my hand behind her, and down to her ass. She’s slick from sweat, her body a bright shade of pink; I take this opportunity to tease her puckered backside, knowing she will come all over Jack’s fingers and chin.
Her heavy breathing picks up before she hollers out that she’s coming, actually getting both mine and Jack’s names out in her orgasmic scream. She’s limp against the wall. I hurry to get her unhooked so she can rest her tired limbs. Once she’s released, Hannah falls against me, resting her head against my chest before I pick her up and take her to the bed where she can rest. The redheaded angel is lying sated on my black silk sheets while Jack is in the restroom cleaning up.
***
Jack
What in God’s name just happened? I’m staring at myself in the mirror as I try to wrap my head around what just took place. I shared my wife with another man. Holy, fucking shit. I’ve lost it, or have I? The more I stand here and think about it the more turned on I seem to get. Is that some twisted shit or what?
My wife may have had a good instinct to go with Dirk. Yes, I was jealous, but I also know my wife. She wouldn’t have been so adamant if she didn’t see the jealousy in my eyes. I’m man enough to admit I haven’t been the best husband the past couple of years, and even more so since our daughter left for college. I don’t even know exactly what brought it on, but I just didn’t feel like I deserved her anymore. I was shutting myself off from everything except for work. I confided all of my insecurities to a buddy of mine and he suggested I come here to see Harmony but I couldn’t do that behind Hannah’s back, so I brought it up to her. I saw the desperation in her eyes and it nearly shattered me. She was game as long as she was here to watch.
