Rough & Real

by Faiman, Hayley

  West straddles his machine with ease, but it takes me a minute or two since I’m in a short, tight, dress. I blush when I feel the cool air hit my center before I press myself closer toward his back. West doesn’t know it, but I’m wearing light pink lace crotchless panties.

  I don’t know why I decided to wear them. They’re brand new, and unlike anything I’ve ever worn with him before, out in public. They make me feel dirty and sexy, all rolled into one, and considering what I’m about to engage in, I figured this was right on track.

  I’m glad that the ride to the clubhouse is quick. I really need some liquid courage. With each curve of the road that led us here, I started becoming more and more nervous. I’ve dismounted West’s bike before he even kills the engine. I stand nervously wringing my fingers together as he slowly dismounts, himself.

  I want to hurry him up, but I don’t say anything. He wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me to his side. Together we walk into the clubhouse and my nerves ramp up with every single freaking step. I can’t believe that this is it.

  When I cross over this threshold, my life will forever be changed—though hasn’t it already been? It seems like every corner that’s turned starts a new journey with us. This will be nothing different.

  “Ready, baby?” West asks as his lips brush the shell of my ear.

  Turning to him I let out a shaky breath. “I love you,” I whisper.

  “Love you, baby, more than anything,” he says and the way he’s looking at me, I believe it down to my soul. He loves me, and I love him, so that is why doing something this crazy, it’s something I’m willing to try.

  The bar is already full of smoke, music and naked bodies when we walk through the door. Ivy is a trembling mess next to me, and if I didn’t recognize the look in her pretty brown eyes as excitement, I would cancel the whole fuckin’ thing. It is excitement though, she’s clearly nervous, but equally anticipating what’s to come later, as well.

  “Let’s get a drink,” she shouts up at me.

  Moving my hand, I press it against the small of her back as I guide her toward the bar. The prospect working behind the counter lifts his chin and I order a beer and a seven and seven for Ivy. He’s quick to fill our order and I watch as Ivy’s fingers wrap around her glass before she brings it to her lips. She drinks the entire thing in one gulp and I can’t keep from laughing. I order another and her glass is replaced almost instantly.

  “You want to see any of your friends?” I ask, pressing my body against hers and wrapping my hand around the outside of her toned thigh.

  She lets out a sigh and shakes her head. “Not tonight,” she whispers.

  “We’re going to go into that room, Ivy, but we’re not going to do anything until you ask for it,” I murmur against her ear.

  She lets out a breath. “We’re not?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “No, baby. We’re going to watch, drink our drinks, and relax a little.”

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  Wrapping my hand around hers, I guide us both toward the free-for-all room. We pass by a lot of people we know, but I don’t stop to talk to them, and they don’t talk to us. Except Chad appears in front of us. “Have fun kids,” he smiles and gives us a drunken wave as Brian pulls him away.

  “Chad?” I ask in confusion.

  She shakes her head with a smile. “They wanted to come to a real biker party. All the girls said it would be cool,” she shrugs.

  “You want to hang with them for a while?”

  Her eyes widen and she looks back at her friends, then at me. “Really?”

  “That room will be there later, and we’ll have some fun, but once we’re in there I won’t want to come out for a while, so we can socialize now,” I explain.

  I watch as she takes a sip of her drink and nods. I feel a bit disappointed but not enough to complain. She walks over to Chad and Brian but I hang back. I’m content to watch her from a distance, in fact, I’m happy to do so. She’s beautiful and sexy, and it makes me sick how I was willing to throw her away so quickly. My woman.

  “You all worked out?” Grease asks me. Serina is hanging on his waist but she’s turning and talking to some guy I’ve never seen before.

  I don’t look away from her when I answer him. “Yeah, we’re good, brother.”

  “Thank fuck,” he chuckles. “Didn’t want you two to throw something away that could be fuckin’ great.”

  I grunt. “I may be slow on the uptake, but no way in fuck could I throw that woman away, and stay away,” I murmur.

  “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth of it all,” he states. I feel his presence leave my side, but my eyes stay glued to my wife’s ass.

  I glance up when I feel someone watch me, and look around. There are a couple men looking, but they aren’t looking anywhere near me. They’re hangers, men I’ve seen around here or there, but I don’t know their names. Their eyes, however, are aimed directly at my wife as she talks animatedly to her friends.

  What should be jealousy, fills me, except it isn’t that. It’s a different emotion, it’s a mixture of pride, and maybe a little cockiness. I’m proud that Ivy is mine, and that other men find her attractive, they can look, and if they’re lucky I might allow them to touch one day, but Ivy will always be mine, I’m confident in that fact.

  I watch her talk until her cocktail is empty, then I decide that it’s time to go. Turning to the bar, I order her another drink and myself another beer. Then I make my way toward her. She doesn’t jump or show any reaction when I slip my arm around her waist, holding her drink in my hand. She turns her head to the side and grazes my cheek with her lips.

  “Thanks, baby,” she whispers, taking the drink from my hand. I remove her empty glass and place it on the table.

  Without any nudging or prompting, she says goodnight to her friends and turns toward the free-for-all room. I walk beside her, and together we make our way toward the room.

  We stand at the threshold but don’t enter. Her eyes dart all around as she takes everything in. She’s been by here before, but never during a party.

  I wrap my arm around her waist tightly, and guide her over to a sofa, sitting down first before I pull her on my lap.

  Pressing my lips to the shell of her ear I speak. “I want you to drink your cocktail and just watch. Nothing more, yet,” I murmur.

  Slipping my hand around to hold onto the inside of her thigh. My other hand I wrap around her ribs, just under her breasts. Her body is tense, but I wait her out. Slowly, she starts to relax against me.

  I gently begin to massage her thigh and brush my fingertips along the outside of her breast. I’m not even watching anyone in the room, I’m just enjoying the hitches in her breathing and the feel of her beneath my fingertips.

  Tonight is going to be fucking fun.

  I watch as a woman who is on her hands and knees is being fucked by one man, while she gives another one a blow job. It’s erotic, but not exactly the fantasy I imagined when West brought the idea up to me. His hand leaves my ribs and moves to my neck, wrapping around the underside of my jaw, and he turns my head to the side.

  My eyes widen, and I let out a gasp at the sight in front of me. There’s a woman laying on a table, she’s completely naked. One man is eating her out, while another is sucking and caressing her breasts.

  “That’s what I want, Ivy,” he whispers.

  The hand on my thigh travels further up, and his fingers find my center. He lets out a groan, discovering that my core is bare. Two of his fingers dip inside of me, and the hand holding my cocktail shakes.

  “They’re focused on her, on pleasing her, on making her come,” he murmurs against my ear.

  I moan, unable to come up with any type of response. My body is starting to heat and my legs are beginning to tremble as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. Then he fills me and curls them inside, only moving while they’re buried.

  “West,” I breathe.

  “Watch them,” he growls in my ear.


  My eyes snap to the threesome and I watch. The woman’s back bows and she shouts as she comes against one of the men’s mouth. They don’t give her even a second to recuperate. They switch places and the other man spreads her legs and enters her, his cock glistening with each stroke as he takes into her.

  West’s fingers move faster inside of me, his thumb pressing against my clit. My body climbs higher and higher until I feel like I want to claw at my own skin. My half-empty glass tumbles to the floor, my back arches, and my eyes automatically close as I come.

  “Beautiful, right?” he says.

  I open my eyes and am taken aback to find Derek standing right in front of us. West shifts me over to sit on the sofa and stands up next to him.

  My eyes dart from man-to-man, they’re both beautiful but the love I have is only for my husband. “Time to lose the dress, Ivy,” he murmurs.

  With shaky fingers, and my eyes only on West’s, I grasp the hem of my dress. Slowly, I lift it from my body, tossing it next to me on the cushion. I remove my bra next but leave my panties and shoes on.

  “Stand up, walk over to us,” he says.

  I do as is demanded, standing on trembling legs, moving toward them. West doesn’t stand still, he moves around to the back of me, his chest pressed against my entire body.

  “Do you want to touch her?” he asks, his voice deeper, gravellier than normal.

  “Yeah,” Derek grunts.

  “Touch her tits, but not her nipples,” West instructs. I don’t know what’s hotter, West instructing Derek or Derek following his lead.

  Derek’s rough fingertips trace along the swells of my breasts. He slowly, gently caresses me everywhere but my hardened buds—the place I want him most.

  My entire body breaks out in goosebumps with his continued touch. I lean my head back and turn my face to kiss West’s neck. “Tug on her nipples, play with them,” his deep voice groans behind me.

  I let out a gasp at the sharp painful tug on one of my nipples before I moan. I rub my thighs together trying to ease the ache between my legs. West wraps his hands around my waist and chuckles.

  “Do you need your pussy touched?” he asks. Another sharp tug on my opposite nipple has me groaning against his skin.

  I feel his hand shift from my waist to between my thighs. “Put your mouth on her tits, tease her,” West orders.

  I’m unable to open my eyes, my body humming from my recent orgasm and the new sensations of touch. West’s fingers don’t enter me, he pets, feels, and just caresses my pussy and clit, while Derek’s mouth licks, sucks, and gently nibbles my breasts and nipples.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan as my hips jerk.

  My hand flies to the back of Derek’s head and I hold his mouth to my breast as I ride West’s fingers. He presses his palm against my clit and I find that my body is uncontrollable. I can’t stop myself, and if I tried, I feel like I would explode.

  Derek moans against my breast at the same time West does the same against my ear. I cry out as my climax completely takes over and my hips start to wildly jerk against these two men.

  “I need to fuck her, please,” Derek begs, taking a step back.

  West’s body goes hard behind me. I try to turn around but he doesn’t allow me to. He holds me a little tighter before he speaks. His words surprise me, completely shock me, because I assume I knew exactly what he was going to say, and I was so wrong.

  “No part of your dick comes anywhere near my wife,” he growls.

  I struggle in his grasp a little, but he keeps a tight hold on me. “West,” I whisper.

  “On your knees,” West growls. I try to pull his hands away but his grip is still unwilling to budge.

  Derek wraps his hands around the backs of my knees and spreads my legs apart, his mouth immediately finding my center. “Oh fuck,” I gasp.

  He eats at me as though it’s his sole purpose in life. He’s much more aggressive than he was the last time we were together. On top of that, my pussy is so sensitive, that it almost hurts every time his tongue and teeth graze my clit.

  Lifting one of my arms I wrap it around the back of West’s neck and grip him tightly, my nails surely scoring into his skin. I’m so on edge, that it doesn’t take much for me to have my third orgasm, my entire body trembles and shakes against West’s back and Derek’s face.

  “Fuck this,” West growls.

  Then as if something has taken over, he bends down, throws me over his shoulder and starts to quickly walk out of the room. A few minutes later we’re in his room and he unceremoniously drops me to the bed as he slams the door behind him.

  I open my mouth to speak but he puts his hands on his hips and levels me with a glare, if looks could kill I would seriously be worried about my health.

  I’m pissed.

  I’m so fucking pissed.

  At myself.

  Derek’s hands on her, his mouth on her tits, that didn’t bother me. In fact, giving him instructions, being the one in control it was a huge fucking turn on. What bothered me, was when he asked if he could fuck her. Something snapped inside of me, something primal, animalistic—claiming. Ivy is mine.

  He’s already been inside of her body, and I thought if I had the full control that it would be hot. I thought it would be sexy as fuck, and it was—until it wasn’t.

  Until he asked to fuck her, until his mouth was on her cunt. Everything changed in that moment. She is mine. Nobody can have that part of her, I was living in a fucking dreamland if I thought that’s what I wanted—to share what’s mine—with another man.

  “You are mine,” I announce.

  She looks up at me with wide doe-eyes and nods. Rising to her knees in the center of the bed she holds out her hands, palms up. “I’m yours,” she whispers with tears filling her eyes.

  I undress, ignoring her outstretched palms. When my clothes are shed in the center of the floor, I close the distance between us. Wrapping my hands around her waist I flip her over to her stomach and wrench her hips back.

  Filling her cunt with my cock, I let out a groan. This is mine, she is mine. How I thought I wanted another man to touch or be inside of her I don’t know. I was fucking wrong.

  She rises to her elbows and pushes back against me with a groan. My grip tightens on her hips as I use her pussy, fucking my cock with her soft, tight, warm center.

  “West,” she moans.

  Her breath hitches, it only fuels me on, harder, and faster. I continue to slam inside of her, enjoying each noise she makes with every down stroke. My fingers dig into her flesh harder, my eyes moving from the way my cock disappears into her wet pussy, to her brand.

  Mine.

  She. Is. Mine.

  “More, please, West. Give me more,” she begs.

  My balls tighten at her words and my back tingles. I fuck her harder, giving her more. One of my hands leaves her hip and tangles in the back of her hair, tugging her head back. “You give this to anybody else again, and I’ll fucking kill him,” I growl. Her head jerks in a nod.

  I come, my release filling her body as I press my chest against her back, pushing her into the mattress, my hand still in her hair. My lips are at the shell of her ear, when I whisper, “Nobody touches you again, without my permission. Nobody ever touches your pussy, but me.” I growl.

  Her lips graze the underside of my jaw. “Yes, baby,” she whispers. Turning my head slightly I look into her eyes and she’s crying. I feel like a fucking asshole, but I’m not about to admit as much. “Only you, West.”

  “Damn straight,” I grunt. “You didn’t come, again.”

  She closes her eyes and reopens them, giving me a sad smile. “I didn’t need to. Have you come back to me, now?” she asks.

  Pressing my forehead to hers, my grip tightens even more in her hair. “I’m back, baby. Fucking shit, I should have never left you,” I state.

  “I don’t care, none of it matters. Nothing else matters, but the fact that you’re back, and we’re good. That you forgive me
.”

  I release her hair and slowly slide out of her warm cunt, turning and sitting on the edge of the bed.

  Resting my elbows on my knees, I bury my face in my hands. Ivy wraps her arms around me from behind, and I feel her cheek on my back.

  “Please say you forgive me,” she whispers.

  Scrubbing my hands down my face, I lift my head. “Nothing to forgive, baby.”

  She scrambles off of the bed, and I assume she’s going to run out of the room, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stands in front of me and sinks to her knees, her eyes looking up into mine. “We both need to take blame for our parts. I shouldn’t have run to another man,” she murmurs.

  “I shouldn’t have shut you out for months and put you through the mental anguish that I did,” I admit. The words flow so easily, I wonder why I didn’t say them earlier. “We’re both to blame, baby.”

  “We are,” she whispers. “What happens now?”

  “With?”

  With a small smile, playing on her lips, she lets out a sigh. “Everything, West. What happens with everything. You can’t hide the fact that you enjoyed some of tonight, I felt it,” she winks.

  I shake my head and wrap my hand around the back of my neck, giving it a squeeze to release some tension. “I did. I liked being in control. I liked the fact that he wanted you, but I wouldn’t let him have you.”

  “Did you like him touching me?” she asks hesitantly.

  Pressing my lips together I shake my head once. “I don’t know if I didn’t like it because it was him, or because I just didn’t like it.”

  “I liked you touching me in there, with all of those other people. Knowing that they could watch, that they could see, but that I was safe with you there and they wouldn’t try anything,” she whispers.

  “My little exhibitionist,” I chuckle, touching my finger to her nose.

  Ivy gives me a small smile and rises a little higher on her knees, pressing her lips to mine. “I love you, West,” she whispers against my mouth.

  “Let me make you come, baby,” I grunt.

  To my surprise she reaches forward and wraps her hand around my cock, gently stroking it. It feels so fucking good, her wetness still coats it as she strokes. Closing my eyes, I let out a long groan as I shift my hips. “How about we make each other come?” she asks with a grin.