A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1)

by Lovett, Lucee

  We all sat motionless for a moment. I could hear Kenzo’s breathing regulating itself. Jeff eyes closed. I felt weak, sated, and a little worried with Jeff’s demeanour. Kenzo lifted me off him. I hadn’t noticed Jeff had moved, but he was holding out a robe for me, and tissues for the used condoms. Kenzo cleansed himself with the wipes Jeff gave him, which also appeared to have come from some magical place only Jeff knew about.

  Jeff helped me on with my robe as Kenzo pulled up his jogging bottom and threw on his sweatshirt. Somehow Jeff was already wearing his joggers as well.

  Picking up my dress, Jeff gazed at me. “You stay here and rest love. Kenzo and I are going to get a drink in the kitchen before he goes. Then I’ll come back for you.”

  I mumbled something, not sure what and closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I slept. Jeff’s voice calling my name seeped through my subconscious, and my eyes flickered open. Jeff smelt fresh and wore pajama bottoms. He scooped me off the sofa and carried me to our ensuite, where he’d prepared a bath for me.

  Removing my robe, he lowered me into the soapy bathtub and gently washed me. The smell of the scented musk bubbles tickled my nose. I didn’t realise how achy my body felt until the warmness of the water soaked through my pores.

  “Relax, love, let me take of you,” he said, then continued to wash me in silence.

  As he washed me, I noticed the front of his pajama bottoms growing. He didn’t seem to mind nor show any signs of discomfort as he administered to my needs. Cleansed he lifted me from the tub, wrapped me in a big fluffy bath towel and carried me to our bedroom.

  Our bedroom was darkened, only the light from the flames of candles scattered around the room. The fragrance of exotic oils filled the room. How had I passed through this room earlier without noticing what Jeff had done to it? Our bed was covered by an old white sheet. Assorted oils lined our side table.

  “You were awesome tonight, Stace. I’m going to see to it you’re appropriately rewarded, starting with a long, slow massage.”

  I tried to say something, but he covered my mouth with his, sucking the words right out of me.

  “You don’t have to say anything, Stace. I know what you did tonight was for me.” He laid me on the sheet and began to dry me. I opened my mouth to speak and he pressed his finger to my lips again, shutting off my ability to speak.

  “No, don’t say a word, Stace. I want you to just listen. We’ve wasted so much time; time we’ll never have back from me staying silent far too long.”

  I remained silent. Knowing Jeff as I did, he wanted to tell me something, but was struggling to get it out. Me saying anything now could cause him to clam up, and I’d never know what it was he wanted to tell me.

  I kept my mouth shut.

  Dried, he began massaging the oils deep into my skin kneading and pressing. I waited patiently for him to finish the search in his mind for what he needed to say.

  “Something happened to me tonight…” He paused. “I love you so much, Stace, it hurts that I enjoy watching you with another man. I was so turned on by seeing someone else’s cock moving in and out of you,” he said. He voice ebbed away as though lost in thought or memory, I don’t know which. His hands bit into me, they pressed with urgency and became painful as he used his strength.

  I tried to bear it, but it was too much. I moaned my discomfort loudly and he stopped.

  “I’m sorry love,” he said, kissing my back, all the places where he noted the change in colour rising to the surface of my skin. Whatever he was going to say forgotten, his fingers became more intimate. I tried to get him to finish what he was going to say, but he had other things in mind. The massage was replaced by his arousal. His lovemaking was slow and sweet, our bodies entwined as I drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  I awoke to the aroma of fried bacon. I looked over at Jeff’s side of the bed; empty and all reminiscences of the night before vanished. If it wasn’t for the soreness to my lower half and back, I would’ve suspected I’d dreamt it. What a wild, far-out dream that would have been. My aching body reminded me it was no dream. I still pinched myself. Jeff was making breakfast.

  In sixteen years of marriage, he’d only made breakfast twice. Each time I’d been too ill to move or eat a morsel of what he made. However, he’d tried and I loved him all the more for the effort.

  I hurried to wash and dress to join Jeff in the kitchen. I wanted to know what last night was about, he’d wanted to say something and felt better of it. I knew he did.

  I entered the kitchen.

  Jeff turned to greet me. “Morning love, did you sleep well?” he said. Wearing a smile, an apron and socks, nothing else.

  Christ what had got into him?

  I looked across at the laid table, then the clock on the wall. Eight thirty? What was Jeff still doing here? “Shouldn’t you be at work?” I asked.

  “I’ve given myself the day off.”

  “What do you mean you’ve given yourself the day off? You never have time off. Are you alright?”

  “’I’m fine. I just wanted to spend the day with you. Should I call back and say I’m coming in?” he said, cocking his head.

  “No, of course not. It’s just not like you.”

  “There are a lot of things I’ve been doing over the last few days that aren’t like me. To be honest I’m enjoying not being me. I don’t ever want to be me again,” he said, laughing. “Take a seat, breakfast is ready. I was hoping to bring it up to the bedroom. When I heard you shuffling about up there, I laid the table. I guessed you be down before I finished.”

  “You not getting dressed.”

  “Why, do you want me too?” he asked, a surprised look on his face as he brought the breakfast plates to the table.

  “No. Not at all. It’s kinda sexy seeing you in just your socks.”

  He beamed at me and took his seat.

  Chapter Ten

  “Kenzo says he can’t be our third anymore.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “He said he felt he might get to emotionally invested, whatever that means.”

  “You know what it means and he’s right. It can’t be easy shagging your friend’s wife.”

  “I guess.”

  “So where do we go from here?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

  “Back to the suggestions on the list I suppose,” Jeff said without looking up at me. I don’t know what it was, but my senses were on full alert. He normally looked me in the eyes unless he was cooking up something he knew I wouldn’t like.

  “You don’t sound very enthusiastic.”

  “I guess I’m not. I knew Kenzo, he was safe. Now we’re going to have to find strangers.”

  “Oh! So you still want to keep doing this then?” I asked.

  “Why, don’t you?” he asked. Finally he raised his head and stared at me as if trying to read my expression or mood, I wasn’t sure which.

  “I want what you want. So where’d you think we’ll find a replacement for Kenzo?”

  “I don’t know, that’s why I took the day off. I need to think about the safest way to go about this for both of us.”

  “Oh, okay. I thought you said it was to spend the day with me.” I fell silent and finished eating my breakfast.

  ***

  The rest of the day’s progression was slow and uneventful. So much for spending it with me. Jeff had locked himself in the study, okay maybe locked was too strong, although he may as well have. He sat there tinkering in front of his laptop with me bringing him a couple of cheese and cucumber sandwiches for lunch. He took the sandwiches and practically dismissed me. I left him to it and got on with my chores.

  While I carried out my housework, I heard Jeff on the phone a number of times. His voice was too low for me to work out what the calls were about, I assumed it was his job.

  Chores completed, I was a little lost as to what to do with myself. It would have been easier to decide if Jeff hadn’t been home. I didn’t much care for having him home during
the day. I was left wondering if I should go out or stay in. He did say he had taken the time off work to be with me. Not that there was much evidence of that.

  I was in two minds as to whether I should march into his study and claim some attention when he called out to me to join him. Although a little put out, I painted a smile on my face and went in.

  “Here love, I’ve just be talking to Kenzo. He tells me there’s a place–a private club he knows where people like us go to find a third person for their relationship. He got us on the guest list for tonight if you’re interested.”

  “How did he manage to do that unless he’s a member?” I asked.

  I felt sure Jackie said you needed to be a member to introduce people to these private functions. Everything was hush, hush with those places. She even whispered it when she told Liz and me.

  “I don’t know about that, he didn’t say he was a member. Just that he’d hook us up with an invite for tonight and we could take it from there.”

  “Well I suppose we could go and check it out. We don’t have to decide anything until then, if this is something you really want to do,” I said, taking the glass of spirits, he’d poured for me from his home office stash. I sat and witnessed Jeff’s mood change, to one of excitement at my acceptance of his plans.

  “Great. Kenzo is going to text me over the details.”

  “Oh well, that’s settled then. I’d better get started on dinner,” I said, rising to my feet.

  “I’ll come and help you. Peel a few potatoes or vegetables, whatever you need,” he said rising with me.

  “I’ll be fine. I’m used to doing it on my own.” I smiled. Knowing he’d be more of a hindrance than a help.

  “I’ve been a little neglectful of you today trying to sort this lot out, so come on love. Let me help you. I did take the day off to be with you, you know.” His eyes were pleading.

  I caved.

  ***

  Kenzo came through and we were heading out to the private club in Whyteleafe. The eleven-mile journey from our home was done in silence and I sat, trapped in my own thoughts. I didn’t feel comfortable meeting strangers at the best of times, least of all to have sex with. I know it sounded strange, as I’d already done it twice. But those times were kinda spontaneous. The speed to our current destination planned with one thing in mind, had little spontaneity attached.

  I felt in two minds about it. Albeit Jeff said we were only going to look, get a feel of the place and the people who frequented it. Nonetheless, I’d seen that look in his eyes. It was the same look he’d had when he suggested Kenzo as our third. If we found someone, it would be on for tonight and I wasn’t sure I was up to it. I still felt sore from my session with Kenzo.

  We drove down a dark, narrow dirt road. It was pitch-black, you could barely see a foot in front of the car’s headlights. Along one side of the road was forestry, on the other, a high stone wall. We turned off at a gap in the wall. Ahead was a dimly lit building, surrounded by a high wall, topped with wires and a huge cast-iron, double fronted gate. We were outside the gates of a mansion. I thought we’d taken a wrong turn or something. I gazed across of Jeff.

  “Are we lost?” I asked

  “No, love, according to the GPS we’re here. It’s that building at the end of the dirt road.”

  “It doesn’t look like a club.”

  “I guess it doesn’t. Maybe they’ve done something interesting to the inside.”

  “Maybe.”

  We drove down the gravel road towards the gate. There was a pole sticking out of the ground. When Jeff pulled closer, I could see it was an intercom system. Jeff pushed the button.

  A female voice asked, “Hello, can I help you?”

  “Yes, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Jeffery Richardson, we’re on the guest list,” Jeff said

  “Can you wait a moment please, sir?” the voice said. There was a pause, silence; only the crackling feedback filtered through, then the voice said, “Hello. Please come through the gates, you’ll find a car park a few yards to the left of the drive. Please park there. Stay near your vehicle. Henry will find you and bring you up to the house.”

  Henry was a bodybuilding type bouncer. His thighs were so big his legs couldn’t fit together. He looked like a powerhouse all by himself. Inside the house, an unusually tall woman greeted us. She wore a leather bustier and skintight leather pants with riding boots and what looked like a riding crop attached to her belt. Her hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail. Her makeup was dark with bright red lipstick.

  “Your guests, Mistress Candice,” Henry said with a bow and soon vanished. He moved rather fast for a big guy.

  I didn’t care much for the way Candice was eyeing me up as she spoke to Jeff.

  “I see you’re on our VIP guest list and a nominee from a premium member. This means you’ll be given a tour of our facilities where you’re free to participate or observe. If you like what you see, you’ll be free to join our little community. Candice led us up the large staircase that was in the middle of the hall where they stood; at the top of the stairs was a huge corridor with a number of doors leading off it.

  “These are our play rooms. You will not be able to go in some of these room this visit as some of the sessions have already started.” Candice said.

  “What are those?” I pointed to a door in front of us, I’d noticed some of the doors had little peep doors cut into them.

  “Those my dear, are how you and your cute husband will get to view some of the delights we have on offer here.” Moving to the door I’d asked about, she flicked a latch and beckoned us to join her. Behind the little door was metal grate with holes just big enough to see through.

  “This is our milking room.” She said stepping aside so Jeff and I could look through the hole.

  It was a room with lactating women sitting in an arm chair with grown men in their laps in adult size terry diapers. As we moved from room to room, I became more and more uncomfortable. Each room was dedicated to a themed kink or fetish. There were orgies, with naked people as well as people dressed in fur costumes. Women in leathers with men collared acting like animals, everything from dogs to horses.

  Jeff seemed fascinated, but I was just disturbed by it all, so when she asked if we would like to go down to the basement to see the hardcore play rooms I refused before Jeff had a chance to answer.

  “As you can see, we cater toward varying kinks and fetishes here. We’ll return to the lounge where you can meet some of our other members. Whatever your kink I’m sure with can accommodate you. We move locations a bit so be sure to leave an email address and subscribe to our newsletter, so as not to miss any of the events and special offers we have. When you’re done, if you think Smutasium, is the place for you, just sign up with Jasmine in the office over there.” She pointed to what looked like a cloak room next to the lounge. I have to go. Enjoy.” With that she was gone.

  The tour completed, Jeff and I took a seat in the bar area, where everything seemed to be made of old oak. The smell of the polished wood filled the air, reminding me of the smell that greeted you on your first day back at school.

  The whole experience felt too surreal for me, but Jeff seemed to be enjoying himself, asking Candice questions, and listening intently to the answers given.

  No sooner did we sit at the bar when we were approached by a middle-aged couple. They were looking for a couple to pair off with. Jeff politely told them we weren’t interested as he just liked to watch, and that wouldn’t be much fun for his wife. The couple laughed. They stayed and kept us company for a while longer; until they saw another couple that caught their eye. Then they were gone, but not before introducing us to Bradley, saying he might be what we were looking for and, if he wasn’t, he’d be able to point us in the right direction.

  Bradley was tall, pale, red haired with a face full of freckles. He was a self-proclaimed swinger and had been the third for a number of couples at the club. That was his thing. He liked to fuck other men’s wives while th
ey watched. As far as he was concerned this was a win-win deal for him. He also informed us he had a number of acquaintances, members at the club, who shared his preferred nuances.

  I think, instinctively, Bradley knew he wasn’t for me. However, he made a good pimp, introducing us to men more to my taste in build and colouring, not so much in the looks department.

  Jeff seemed to think the night went well. I didn’t share his view and hoped he didn’t plan to experiment any further down this kinky journey we were on. Fantasy was one thing, but the Smutasium was a whole new ballgame; one I didn’t feel ready to play.

  ***

  We frequented a number of clubs and venues introduced to us by Bradley. I performed the sex act with some of the men we met as Jeff watched. However, I could see that neither Jeff nor I were getting the same kick out of it as we did when I was with Kenzo. I wanted that feeling back. When I thought about it, the only other time I felt that kink was when I’d imagined Jeff watching me fuck Alessandro.

  I started to think the correlation could be that both Kenzo and Alessandro were drop-dead gorgeous and their replacements had been mediocre in the looks department. My Minnie obviously reacted better to great looking guys. I suppose, in my mind, they had to be as good looking as Jeff or better. Either way, they weren’t working for me.

  A thought struck me. What if I invited Alessandro to be our third? I could live out my fantasy, plus Jeff and I could get back what was missing from our encounters with these strangers. None of these men were the right fit. There was no tension or chemistry between them and us. I made a decision to call Alessandro. It had been a few weeks since my encounter with him. I could only hope he’d take my call.

  Chapter Eleven

  I waited until Jeff left for work.

  “Hello Alessandro, I don’t know if you remember…”

  “Stacey, mia cara, how could I forget you. Sì dolcezza I remember. You’re all I think about.”