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Accidentally Yours

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by Ames, Ilsa


  June had a wild streak she’d never explored before, but I’d started her on that road of exploration, and I was about to take her even further. Tonight.

  I left the house we’d rented together and went out to my car. I had some business to take care of for the bar, and my thoughts went back to the last few weeks. We’d both agreed that the palace my father had lived in that was now part of my inheritance wasn’t exactly a place you could call a home. As soon as the inheritance was mine, I’d donate it as a museum or sell it, but I was never going to raise the child we were meant to create there.

  June wasn’t pregnant yet, though I’d taken every opportunity I could to make it happen.

  …Every opportunity.

  I’d loved that first time with her—no condom, just the smooth, slick, slide of her juicy pussy against my cock. And we hadn’t used one. I knew it was a matter of time, especially as we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

  We’d found a house we could both agree on, and had moved our mutual stuff into it, Oscar included. Man, her cat was an oddball. White, with long fur and green eyes, the little bastard really did hate her. He’d scratch her when she tried to pet him, bite her when she tried to feed him, and generally didn’t want to be near her.

  Furry little douchebag.

  I didn’t know why, she tried to love the little shit, but he didn’t want to be near her. Me, though? Well, that was another story. In some weird, ironic twist, that little fucker loved me. And as much as I hated to admit it, the feel of him when he curled up on my chest and purred himself to sleep was a comfort. He couldn’t get enough of me.

  I thought maybe his previous owner was a female, as June had gotten him from a rescue, and perhaps the previous owner had abused Oscar. June took that explanation well and had since pretty much let me take care of the cat. I knew it kind of hurt her feelings, but at least he’d found someone to love. I have to say, I had a soft spot for him now, too.

  As for the rest? Layla would soon be in Canada for her treatment, and most of the first portion of my inheritance was in my account. I’d created another account, for June, should anything happen to me before the rest came into my possession. I don’t even know what’d made me think to do it—maybe it was something I’d seen in a movie or whatever. But in any case, it was there and set up. Even if she didn’t end up pregnant and we got a divorce, she’d have her own money to fall back on. That added to the money I’d already given her would keep her going for a very long time.

  Even if somehow this whole thing exploded in our faces, I cared for her, and the thought of her going back to nothing was something I couldn’t let happen.

  As always, thoughts of June soon turned to thoughts of June naked, beneath me with my dick inside her tight pussy, or held deep in her throat. We’d practiced at that, quite often now that I knew she loved it so much, and she’d become an expert in what got me off. Just like I went about getting my goddamn PHD in making her come.

  I’d fucked my wife so many times now, but it was never enough. She’d been a stranger the first time I’d touched her, but she’d blown my mind. She’d surprised me, really with just how adventurous, tempting, and hot, she was. She couldn’t get enough either and that was just fine in my book.

  I’m not sure, I’ve never experienced it before, but I think I might have fallen in love with the mysterious creature the woman I’d married had become. I’d married a quiet, timid woman, but I now had a sexpot with a body I craved. She also had brains, a sense of humor that made me laugh, and a kindness within her that humbled me.

  I’d learned more about what she did, that she ran her own nonprofit organization, and had a lot of responsibility. No wonder she’d been unsure if she could take time off. She worked with children whose parents were incarcerated, to make sure they had their needs met, whether that was a home to feel safe in, tutoring, or clothes and food. She also arranged outings for the kids, provided after-school programs, and a lot more than I thought.

  I was really impressed with all she’d accomplished in her short life. I still didn’t know a lot about her, her past for example, but she’d sprinkle little nuggets of information into our conversations, if I paid attention. She never talked about her parents or any family, but I knew, from the things she didn’t say as well as the few things she did, that her parents weren’t good people.

  I’d learn, if this all worked out. For now, I had work I needed to do, but later, later I’d find out a little more about just how adventurous she could be.

  She was quiet as we went to get into the car outside of our new house in our quiet suburban neighborhood. Yeah, later, maybe we’d find ourselves a mansion if this all worked out. For now, we were still a bartender and the owner of a struggling nonprofit.

  No mansions quite yet.

  But the car? Oh, the car was kind of a splurge. Like I said, I’d gotten some of the money so far. And even though most of it was going into savings, or June’s account, or to Layla’s medical expenses, I’d treated myself to the brand new, sleek black Audi.

  June’s eyes went wide as she saw it for the first time, her lips curling into a smile as I opened the passenger door for her. She slid into the leather seat and looked over at me as I got into the driver’s seat.

  “So, this is new.”

  I grinned. “Like it? I kinda splurged.”

  “It’s…” she wagged her eyebrows as she glanced around, “It’s pretty sexy.”

  Just you wait.

  “So, I have a few rules tonight,” I purred as I pushed the button to start the car and put it in drive. We rolled out to the road, and she gave me a quirked eyebrow. I loved when she did that.

  “No questions, just do what you like. And don’t worry about what I think. As I said, do what you like.”

  I headed towards LA, and she settled into the seat next to me. She was beautiful, as always, and looked so young and carefree.

  As I drove, I caught the sound of her breathing, and noticed that it started to sound a bit strained. I looked over to see her eyes on my fingers on the gear shift. She watched me as I shifted through the gears. It would seem it reminded her of something else.

  She was aroused, and that’s just how I wanted her. I reached over, between her thighs, and pushed the black dress up until I could stroke her thigh. June didn’t say a word, but her breath was labored as I stroked her skin. Her eyes followed when I moved my hand to shift gears, and then came back to a higher spot on her thigh. Every time I had to shift gears, I’d move my hand higher. She began to shift around in her seat, her arousal obvious now, but I turned into a parking lot just before my hand could come back where she wanted it most.

  I parked, slipped the key-fob into my pocket, and helped her out of the car. Her heels were very high, and I knew she’d practiced in them, but I was still worried she might tilt over. They made her legs look great, and the short black skirt of her dress was a temptation as the strings of beads danced at the hem.

  The place was dark, with only a streetlight to light the entrance. A security guard stood there. I took out my phone, flashed the pass that had been emailed to me at him, and he opened the door. In its former life, the building had been a hotel, but now it was just an empty shell. Or so it appeared.

  June looked at me with confusion but followed along.

  A low rumble could be felt in our feet the moment we stepped through the doors. June looked at me, her brows knitted together, but then she smiled. Together, we faced the final door in the vestibule. I pushed it open and we stepped inside. A new world awaited us.

  10

  June

  We walked into a large open space that ran all the way up to the roof. Multi-colored, flashing lights dazzled me, and I saw bodies everywhere. Some clutched together in dances, others were congregated in groups, packed together tightly. Tiago took my hand we went to the bar. The light strobed for a moment and made my head spin.

  When we left the house, I thought the dress I’d chosen was too skimpy, but no
w I saw I might be overdressed. Other women in the place wore little more than pasties and strings as clothes. I didn’t know where to look first and my gaze darted around. Handsome men, some scary in their style-choices but still handsome, danced with other men, or women that ranged from beautifully seductive, to flat out hot.

  “You have to be approved to get in. I received our approval last night.” Tiago shouted in my ear, so that I could hear him.

  What was I doing here then? I wasn’t nearly as beautiful as some of these women! I turned away from him when someone bumped into me. There was barely room to breathe much less crawl to the bar. We’d get there eventually, I hoped.

  There was a huge dance floor, which people used to dance to industrial music that made my blood throb it was so loud, and a set of stairways went up the side of one wall to platforms where I saw people stripped, danced, or watched what happened below from couches that looked plush.

  The music was too loud to speak as we drew closer, and my husband pulled me to a relatively empty corner to sit. But there, right across from us was another couple, and instantly, my eyes were wide, my breathing coming haltingly.

  Holy crap.

  His jacket was off, with his dress shirt unbuttoned all the way and pushed halfway off his muscled shoulders. I’d thought she was wearing a white dress of some kind, but as her man moved, I realized what I thought was dress was actually his sleeves as he wrapped his arms around her. When they moved, I realized she was bare to the waist, and I blushed furiously.

  “Tiago—”

  “We can leave anytime you want, angel,” he purred into my ear, his voice setting a spark burning inside of me. And I knew what he was saying was true. It was pretty clear we were in some kind of sex club, which was obviously way outside my comfort zone. And yes, part of me was freaking out and screaming that we just run—not walk—right out of there.

  But, the other part of me said stay. The part that Tiago brought out of me. The part of me that he made ache for more, and wilder.

  “I—we can stay,” I hissed into his ear over the throbbing music. And I saw his jaw clench as he nodded.

  “I’m going to get us drinks.”

  He started to stand, and I knew he could see the sudden worry on my face, because instantly, his lips were pressed to mine.

  “You’re safe here. No one in this place is going to hurt you or even approach you without your consent. Those are the house rules.”

  I nodded, my eyes darting back to the couple across from us as her moan pulled my attention. She was straddling her man now, her arm working up and down like she was stroking him, and her dress bunched around her waist. I gasped quietly as I saw his hand between her thighs, is fingers glistening with her arousal as he played with her pussy.

  Holy fuck, where the hell were we?

  “Have fun,” Tiago growled, winking as he pulled away to go to the bar.

  I blinked, not even really able to take my eyes off of the two sitting five feet from me. The girl cried out, grinding down onto his hand. And I wanted to be embarrassed or feel like I was intruding somehow. But I didn’t. Instead, I just felt hot watching them, my thighs clenching together as he stroked his fingers through her slick pussy lips.

  Suddenly, Tiago was there with a glass of whiskey. I took it and drank it down in one gulp, sputtering slightly as my eyes watered.

  Tiago chuckled as he sat down next to me, handing me a second drink.

  “Maybe slower this time.” His eyes followed mine, to where I was watching as the woman slowly rose up. Her hand slid up and down her man’s cock—not even close to as big as Tiago’s, I thought smugly—before she centered it at her opening. She groaned, sliding down as her pussy engulfed the man’s cock head.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Tiago purred into my ear. And all I could do was nod as I swallowed thickly.

  But then I put my drink on the table and turned to my husband. I kissed Tiago deeply and tasted the spice of rum on his tongue. I knew he must taste my whiskey, but didn’t care, his kiss reassured me that all was well.

  Normally, I only drank wine, but I needed something stronger tonight, and he’d known it when he ordered the drinks. That’s why he’d brought back two, I guess. He knew me well now. I was a different person as the whiskey sang through my blood, I was now the kind of girl that drank whiskey and kissed her husband wildly while two strangers slowly fucked not five feet from us.

  My left hand brushed against the thick bulge in Tiago’s pants. I turned, sliding into his lap as the whiskey made me bolder. He groaned, his hands grabbing my hips and grinding into me as I slid down his body, my ass pressed into him, before I slid back up. My eyes locked onto the couple across from us, and as she started to really ride up and down her man’s cock, I gasped quietly.

  She moved slowly and erotically, rolling her hips up and down and taking all of him with every thrust. Her thighs were slick with arousal, her body arching and coiling as his masculine hands gripped her tight. I felt Tiago’s hands tighten on me, his huge cock pulsing against my ass as we watched.

  …I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand to not have him inside of me.

  The girl suddenly stood, sliding off of her man. And part of me felt a little disappointed that our show was over. But, she turned, catching my eye and winking before she slid back onto the club sofa, kneeling on it as he bent over the arm rest. I gasped as I watched her man move behind her, his hands sliding over her body before he pushed his erection back into her with a growl of satisfaction.

  Tiago groaned under me, grinding is cock against my dripping wet pussy through my tiny dress, making me ache for him. We watched, both of us panting, our pulses thundering as the couple across from us fucked hard and fast.

  Tiago’s hand slid up my side, teasing up to cup one of my breasts in his strong hand. His fingers rolled over my nipple through the flimsy material, and I gasped as the pleasure burned through me. His other hand slid between my legs, and I didn’t even try to protest as his fingers found the front of my soaked panties.

  This was insane, and nothing I’d ever even imagined myself doing. Here we were, in a sex club, watching a couple literally have sex right in front of us, and I was openly letting and encouraging my husband to play with my body. And it was hot as hell.

  It was so hot, actually, that I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  I turned in his arms, my hips pressed tight to his.

  “I need you,” I whispered huskily into his lips. “Right now.”

  He groaned as he kissed me hungrily, tasting my lips hard and deep before pulling away.

  “Let’s go.”

  He led me away from the table and the other couple to a hallway against the other wall. We walked back and passed a long row of rooms with closed doors, before we came to an open door. This led to a set of stairs. We climbed the stairs to find a platform with a desk there. Nothing else, just a desk, and no walls. We were totally visible to pretty much anyone in the club who chanced to look up. I glanced down at the people below and knew what we were about to do.

  I was about to have an audience of hundreds of people, if they chose to watch.

  I whirled in his arms, fire and excitement teasing through my body as I kissed Tiago deeply.

  “You’re sure you about this?” He groaned into my lips. “If this is past your comfort zone—”

  I slid back, sitting on the desk in answer, my legs spread to show him just how ready I was for him. And there was no going back after that.

  “Dirty girl,” Tiago groaned, moving towards me as he loosened the buttons on his shirt. “Pull your panties to the side, June. Show me how wet that pussy is for me.”

  Months before, I may have said no. Actually, I probably would have run shrieking from that place. But not anymore. Not with him. Whatever timid woman I’d been before was gone, replaced with the new, wild, uninhibited version I was now.

  Tiago came and knelt down before me, his hands gripping my thighs and pushing them apart. My finger hooked
into my panties, pulling them to the side as he groaned in appreciation.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he purred. He moved closer, and I moaned as his tongue slicked over my folds. I leaned back on the desk, Tiago lifting my leg over his shoulder as his tongue dragged over my pussy. I could hear the people below and looked out to see faces staring up at me. We were only feet from the edge and I could see faces had already started to turn our way.

  The faces didn’t matter though, his tongue in my wet pussy was all that mattered.

  I looked out again, though, my eyes drawn to the fascinated eyes below. I saw couples break off, two of them with their hands all over each other as they watched us. I swiveled my hips into his face, as their hunger for more grew, as my own desire flooded my pussy with juice.

  “Fuck! They’re all watching me, Tiago. All of those eyes on us...” I panted the words and gasped when his fingers joined his tongue. He slipped two into me and started a rhythm that nearly made me lose my mind.

  I lost all my control of my lower body as his fingers fucked me, as those eyes below burned into me, and rode his face the same way I’d soon ride his cock.

  I gave myself up to him, to them, and let my hips jerk in time with his tongue as it lapped at my clit, while his fingers fucked me hard and fast. I could hear the throb of the music, and smell the scent of arousal, but I wasn’t sure it was my arousal alone. I think the crowd was aroused and that scent began to fill the air.

  I came apart as Tiago tongued me quick and hard, and the crowd below cheered us on. It wasn’t over though, not at all. The crowd roared again as he stood, pulling his thick cock out of his pants, as he moved towards me. I gasped as I felt him push against my opening, and when he sank all the way in with one stroke, I screamed in pleasure.

  My body shuddered on the desk and jolted in time with his hard thrusts. I clutched my legs around him and held on. This is what we were good at, this is why we needed each other so much. Sex drove us, it brought us together, spurred us on, and I needed all of it from him he could give me. It was extra fuel for the fire, but I didn’t need the audience below, I only needed him.

 

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