by Mia Moore
What was it she’d said earlier? That tonight she was seducing a woman, kind of like a man would. It would be a total turn on to watch that. And…maybe she’d relax her rule about full swinging? Wow. This was totally out there for Janice. Not that I would ever push that issue with her. No, in this milieu, women call the shots.
And Sean’s girlfriend? Sure, he’d said that she liked to be submissive with him, but how would she take Janice’s dominatrix type behavior? If it put her off, no matter. I wouldn’t mind playing this game with Janice tonight. I’m not sure how much of this I’d like to do in the future but a taste of being with a Domme type would be pretty hot.
I pulled into the parking lot of the club and shut the engine off. “Same signal Janice. If either of us changes our mind or begins to feel uncomfortable, we ask for a Tom Collins drink, okay? You’re still fine with Sean’s fantasy? We can—“
“Tom Collins.” Her face was stern staring at me.
My jaw fell open watching her. It was the first time she’d ever used our code word and after so much preparation for this evening.
“Kidding! Got ya.” The expression in her sparkling blue eyes matched the grin on her full lips. “C’mon. Let’s go.”
*****
Familiar faces turned to watch Janice walking to a table near the dance floor. This was one of my favorite parts visiting the club—seeing other people admiring my good looking wife. Tonight, there was something else…surprise at her transformation? I nodded to a few couples we had chatted with on other visits, taking more notice this time of their appearance and sexuality. Who knew? Maybe after tonight we’d be playing with them instead of just chatting.
The bartender, a vivacious redhead with a splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, set two glasses of white wine in front of me. “That’ll be eight dollars.”
I slapped a ten on the gleaming aluminum surface and picked up the glasses of wine. As I was about to walk to the table, Sean appeared in the doorway. I caught his eye and waved to him while a sultry, dark haired woman stepped to his side. Holy fuck, with her Latin complexion and petite curvy body, she was a knock out. Her sloe eyes taking in the bar and people milling about were riveting—you could almost fall into the dark depths.
“Damian, how are you?” Sean stepped to the bar and clapped me on the shoulder, the dark beauty trailing him like a lost puppy.
“Hi.” My words were directed at Sean but I couldn’t take my eyes from the woman standing next to him.
“This is Rebecca. Rebecca, Damian.”He placed his hand on her shoulder and for the first time a smile appeared on her face when she glanced up at him.
“Nice to meet you, Rebecca. Very sexy dress, you look lovely.” God, when she smiled, her whole face beamed.
“Thanks. Sean picked it out. Pleased to meet you as well.” Her hand rose to her throat where her fingers toyed with the choker necklace.
“I’m going to get us a couple of drinks, but Rebecca you can follow Damian to the table. With the crowd here, I may be a while.” He turned to the bar, raising his hand to get the bartender’s attention.
“We’ve got a table close to the dance floor. Do you like to dance Rebecca?” At my question, her gaze flitted from Sean to my face, hesitating for a moment before she answered.
“Yes, I love to dance.”
“Promise me one.” I smiled and beckoned with a nod of my head for her to follow me. The club was pretty packed and it took a few minutes, moving slowly around groups of people talking and laughing to get to the table.
I set the drinks down, startling Janice who had been watching people on the dance floor. When Rebecca stepped close to the table I caught the widening of Janice’s eyes and the small smile that appeared when she tilted her head to the side.
“You must be Rebecca. I’m Janice.” With feline grace she rose to her feet and stepped around the table to place her arms around Rebecca and kiss her cheek. “You ARE a beauty. Sean’s a lucky man.”
I could only stare as Janice held Rebecca almost at arm’s length, openly appraising her face and down the length of her, while Rebecca stood silent, eyes like saucers, gazing back.
“I love your dress and boots, very hot and…powerful.” Rebecca murmured while Janice raised her hand and grazed the back of her fingers along Rebecca’s cheek.
Something was going on here that I could only watch, mesmerized. The two women looked straight into each other’s eyes, still as statues.
“Have a seat, Rebecca,” Janice removed her hands and stepped back to the chair where she had been sitting. “Here, next to me. Sean would like that.” She patted the empty chair beside her.
“Of course.” Rebecca lowered her head and took a seat.
I took a long haul of wine, watching the interplay, saw Janice shift in her seat, turning closer to Rebecca and lifting a stray lock of hair that had drifted to the young woman’s face. With chin high, almost looking down her nose, head tilted and a glimmer of a smile on her face, she continued to stroke Rebecca’s head.
“You like her?” Sean appeared at the table and set a drink down before Rebecca.
My head jerked up and I turned to face him, only to see him peering at Janice. Holy cow, this was…God, I can’t even say what it was, except erotic. He was giving his date to my wife. And what’s more, from her slow nod, the smile on her face when she answered, she was showing her pleasure and gratitude.
I peeked at Rebecca to see how she was taking being an object, a gift to enjoy. Her eyes were now on Sean’s face, a glowing expression in her soft features and parted lips, almost a look of adoration.
A couple of women, laughing, pressed by our table but I couldn’t tear my eyes from Janice and Rebecca to even glance their way. I was holding my breath waiting for what would come next in this odd role play…well for Janice, it was role play. I couldn’t say for sure if that was the case for Sean. And Rebecca? For such a subdued woman, she probably had the most influence in directing the mood of this evening.
“I’d like to dance. Come along, Rebecca.” Janice stood up and placed her hand on Rebecca’s shoulder, nudging her to stand.
It was only then, that the music playing registered in my brain—a slow, sexy song. A really good choice on Janice’s part for seducing Rebecca, although it probably wouldn’t take much effort.
Janice took her hand leading her in a weave between the couples and tables to the side entrance of the dance area. The ribbons of silky fabric at the hem of Rebecca’s dress swayed, betraying the crease under a round, firm ass as she walked.
Sean leaned closer to me and spoke. “What do you think?”
The women were now slipping through the crowded dance area to take a spot close to our table. Flashes of colored lights, reflected in the mirrored globe hanging over the dance pit, highlighted the gyrating throng of scantily clad bodies before us. But it was my tall, blond, Nordic looking wife in the dark vinyl dress holding the almond skinned, luscious woman that held my attention.
“She’s fucking hot! And she’s ready to do anyone or anything for you? You can tell how fired up Janice is.” If I were in any other nightclub but this one, I might be embarrassed at the wet spot on my crotch from my arousal.
“Janice! I can’t believe the outfit. The last time I saw her, she was getting fucked by three guys, doing the whole maid role. And this Dominatrix thing she’s got going tonight…wow.” From the corner of my eye, I saw him lift his drink and swallow hard.
Yeah, he was every bit as turned on by this as I was. Hell, he should be; it was his fantasy.
“Yeah, she’s something else.” I had intended on telling him about the evening with the stripper but Janice was kissing Rebecca’s throat while her hands cupped her ass dancing close together. Christ, I couldn’t think; the scene before me was so hot.
Rebecca’s hand slid along the slippery surface of the black dress and massaged Janice’s breast, clutching and rolling it in her hand with an urgency and passion she’d given no indication o
f possessing so far this evening. In response, Janice, in step to the music, turned their bodies so that Rebecca’s back was facing us. Her hands on the sheer fabric covering Rebecca’s ass, pulled upward, revealing two of the sweetest cheeks I’ve ever had the pleasure to see.
Janice was kissing the curve of the young woman’s shoulder, her eyes flitting from Sean to me as her hands squeezed the creamy soft flesh of Rebecca’s ass. She was giving us a good show, a teaser of what was to come.
Chapter 26
Sean
Oh God, I’m living the dream. Rebecca had been a hell cat but once I found out what she wanted, she turned into a soft kitten. This whole dominant submissive thing she likes is interesting to say the least. And Janice? I’d never have guessed that she could get into a dominatrix headspace. Did she do some reading up on this like me or is this a natural role she can assume? Whatever.
I glanced to the side to see Damian holding his drink in mid air, lips parted and eyes focused on what Janice was doing to Rebecca. He’s as hot for this as me, the horn dog. Other couples dancing were also kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, almost making love while they moved. The freedom and lewdness was enough to get anybody hot but what was happening between my woman… My woman? Yeah, I guess.
Janice had spun Rebecca so that Rebecca’s ass was now tucked in close to her tummy, both women swaying to the beat and facing Damian and me. When Janice’s hand slithered along Rebecca’s torso, and touched her pussy, I looked into Rebecca’s eyes—did she like this or was she allowing it to please me? Her eyelids drooped heavily and there was a smile on her lips when she covered Janice’s hand with her own. With legs parted, she guided Janice lower, rolling her hips against the other woman’s tummy.
My cock was pressing against the leather of my pants and I shifted in my seat.
“It’s getting to you too?” Damian’s voice was husky and low. “You know, Janice has never been comfortable with the thought of me fucking another woman. But tonight, she told me she may change that. If she does, how do you and Rebecca feel about it?”
I took a long swallow of my drink as much to buy time to answer as anything else. We’d never discussed this, only the girl on girl. How did I feel about Damian doing anything sexual with my girl? And what about Rebecca?
“I’ll have to get back to you on it. I know Rebecca would fuck you if I wanted her to but…”
“But what? Isn’t that what she gets off on, obeying you?” He turned to face me for almost the first time all evening.
“Yeah, but I’d still like to take her temperature on it.” Actually, I wasn’t sure I was ready to share my lady with Damian, even though he had shared his. But then again, sharing Janice had been his fantasy.
The song ended and I turned to watch Rebecca walk back to the table. Her face was a little flushed and her ruby lips were open and smiling. In the ivory tunic, she looked like a Greek goddess or something. I stood to allow her to pass by me to take her seat next to Janice once more, but at the last second I pulled her body into mine. Her hair against my face smelled sweet, like flowers.
“I’m proud of how sexy you are tonight. Every man and woman here wants to fuck you. Damian asked me if you’d like to fuck him.” I felt her body stiffen at my whispered words.
“Would you like that?” There was a moment’s pause and in a voice so soft it took me a second to decipher the words, she spoke. “I need you to order me before I can enjoy fucking him.”
“Let’s dance, Janice.” Damian stood and extended his hand to his wife.
Janice looked from me to Damian, question marks in her eyes but took his hand and withdrew to the dance area.
Rebecca sat down and took a sip of her drink, purposely not looking at me. I pulled my chair close to hers and held her hand in both of mine. “Look, Janice may not go along with this. She put it out there as a maybe and in this area of sex, women call the shots. I know I’m your Dom but…”
Her gaze sparked to my eyes and down again.
“I wasn’t sure if I would like doing your fantasy but you ordered me. Out there, on the dance floor, when Janice kissed me and played with my pussy, I wanted more. The fact that you were watching, getting turned on made it even hotter. Yes, I’d like to get fucked by Janice and Damian…but especially by you.”
Holy cow! My cock creamed once more hearing her say this, and seeing the collar I’d put around her neck. She was mine and every bit as uninhibited as Damian’s wife. I could get used to going home to a woman like Rebecca.
“Just one thing I need to know…If we were to keep seeing each other, is it always this way? I mean, do we always have to do the dominant submissive thing? Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot but I like the sassy, strong Becky as well.” That had been the one thing that I’d wondered about in my reading—some people do this 24/7 and that wasn’t for me.
Her head tilted to the side and a line formed between her dark eyebrows. “Is that what you thought? No, absolutely not. Look, this gets me hot and I need a strong man I can respect. But I don’t need to be spanked all the time. In everyday life, I need to be your equal. But well…with sex, this is just a preference.”
Now it was my turn to pull my head back and give her the look.
“Okay, okay. If you weren’t able to dominate me like this, there would never be any chance for more in a relationship. It’s that important to me. And if you want to see sassy Becky, here’s a news flash, I want to continue what Janice started with me on the dance floor. So anytime you want to order that is fine by me!”
She looked up, past my shoulder and smiled, rolling her small pink tongue over her bottom lip, eyes sparkling. I turned to see Janice and Damian standing next to the table. With a crooked finger Janice beckoned to Rebecca to come closer.
I watched Rebecca get to her feet and follow Janice, on their way to the play room. Holy fuck, this was it!
*****
Damian and I were right on the heels of the two sexy women entering the change area. I removed my shoes and socks never taking my eyes off Rebecca who was now seated on the long bench in the centre of an area framed with metal lockers.
Janice was kneeling on the floor between her legs, removing Rebecca’s high heeled shoes. Holding Rebecca’s foot in her hands, Janice brought it to her mouth to kiss the instep and trail kisses to her ankle and inner calf. I held my breath, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt—would she keep moving up Rebecca’s leg and end up eating her out, right here in the locker room?
But no, with the grace of a lazy cat, she rose and took the hem of Rebecca’s dress in her hands. Slowly, she raised the soft, sheer fabric until it was gone, leaving Rebecca naked except for the satin collar around her neck. Rebecca rose to her feet, eyes looking down at the floor, every bit the innocent looking submissive, about to be ravaged by a Dominatrix. With the way the two women had been dressed for the evening, it was the natural role.
Damian was working far more quickly than I in shedding his clothes. His cock was hard as a rock, bobbing slightly as he freed himself of the last vestiges of clothing.
Rebecca lowered the zipper on the back of Janice’s dress and peeling it away, her hands lingered on the full white orbs of Janice’s bare breasts before pushing the vinyl frock down her hips. Oh God, the sight of the two women, one curvy, with spicy, almond skin, nipples so dark they were almost black, wearing my collar versus the golden haired goddess with skin so pale as to be almost translucent, naked except for black leather boots…God, it was dazzling.
This time it was Rebecca who lowered herself to her knees to help Janice out of the thigh-high boots. Janice stood looking down, her full breasts topped by nipples erect like little top hats while her hand played with a lock of Rebecca’s hair.
My cock was standing at full attention, all eight inches of it, drizzling from the tip—wanting to finish ripping Janice’s boots off and get into the playroom.
At last they were off and Rebecca rose to her feet. With a quick smile at me she took t
he hand that Janice extended and followed her to the door at the end of the room. Damian hurried to get ahead of the women and hold the door for them.
Inside the room, lit with lamps casting a reddish hue glow, many couples and foursomes were already enjoying themselves from the sounds of low moans and slapping of flesh against flesh. Janice crept softly to a king sized bed in the corner of the room, leading the way for the rest of us.
The dark eyes of a red haired woman giving an older man head met mine as I passed the round bed they occupied in the centre of the room. Yeah, that bed was for people who got off on exhibitionism and she probably liked me watching them as I walked by. Across from them, the athletic back and buttocks of a young woman straddling and riding the cock of her partner caught my eye for a moment. Wow, her feet were planted on the bed’s surface and she was using her thigh muscles to move up and down on his cock.
Janice followed Rebecca climbing onto the bed to lie beside her, propping her upper body up and leaning over to kiss her. There was still plenty of room on the bed for Damian and me, but like me, he chose to stand to better watch the women play.
Chapter 27
Janice
Rebecca’s lips were full and soft like ripe fruit and I couldn’t resist crushing them with my own, my tongue exploring, hinting at the attention her pussy would soon receive. Her breathing deepened, infusing my nostrils with the arousal she was feeling. She’d been slippery and wet on the dance floor and when she held my hand to her pussy, I swear I felt her orgasm.
Her body was perfect—breasts firm and overflowing the grasp of my hands. My lips left hers, kissing a path down her silky throat to the nipples I longed to lick and take into my mouth. Her back arched and her hands held my head as I paid homage to the erect, pebbled surface of first one, then the other nipple. I inhaled the perfume of her skin while I sucked and held the hard tip lightly between my teeth. From the corner of my eye I saw her strong shapely thighs part and her pelvis rise up, wanton and eager for my touch.
