Piper rolled her eyes. “That’ll never work. We’re like two old geezers who’ve been together forever. That would be an impossible task to pull off.”
“That’s not the attitude I need from you.” Caroline wagged her finger in front of her. “I need you open-minded. It will take a leap of faith on your part, but I’m betting you can find a new way to do things if you try hard enough.”
“So, this is your sage advice? Date my husband?”
“Damn straight. But don’t date him like a virgin—date him like a hooker.”
“Caroline!”
“What? He won’t be expecting it. The element of surprise will be all yours.”
2
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Michael Collins threw the last of his clothes into his suitcase and zipped it up. He’d been in Cincinnati for five days, spanning over a weekend, and he was ready to get home.
Just as he hoisted his bag off the bed, there was a knock on his door.
His partner on the case, Elliot Marsh, had already left town on an earlier flight. It was probably just housekeeping wondering if he’d left yet. He set his bag down and opened the door without looking through the peephole.
The cute brunette clerk who checked him in the first day, and flirted with him all week, stood on the other side. She was dressed in street clothes and held something in her hands. “Um, hi there,” she said, a small blush rising on her cheeks. “I just wanted to give you this.” She handed him an envelope. “It’s a free night’s stay, courtesy of the hotel.”
Michael took the proffered gift and nodded. “Thanks. I’m sure we’ll be back. My firm will certainly appreciate the hotel’s hospitality. You guys have been very good to us in the past.”
Michael knew delivering the free night wasn’t the real reason this girl with the perky tits and tight ass stood in front of him with a hopeful look on her face. She wanted to hook up. This wasn’t the first time a clerk from a hotel had knocked on his door hoping to catch him in a horny mood. Michael was propositioned on a semiregular basis.
The girl stood there, not knowing what else to say. She knew his cab was arriving in fifteen minutes, because he’d had the front desk order it for him. She’d timed her visit perfectly. “Okay, then.” She gave him a sly smile. “We look forward to having you back. My name is Mindy, and if you ever need anything”—emphasis on the anything, just in case he didn’t catch the double entendre—“I’ve instructed the front desk to give you all my information.”
Michael played dumb because it was the easiest thing to do.
But as he stood there, he let his imagination run wild for a moment, envisioning stripping down this twentysomething, laying her back on the bed, licking her tits, and fucking her until she came.
It was a nice fantasy, but he wasn’t interested.
His lack of interest didn’t shock him anymore. If this had happened in his early twenties, he’d have had her bent over the bed by now. But his dick didn’t rise to the bait. It didn’t even entertain the thought of getting hard.
He smiled at Mindy. “Thanks for coming by. I appreciate it. See you next time.” He closed the door on her disappointed face and couldn’t help chuckling. The first thing he thought as he turned to get his luggage was that Piper would get a kick out of this. She loved hearing about women coming on to him.
He drew his cell phone out of his pocket and typed:
THE CLERK WANTS TO FUCK ME. WISH YOU WERE HERE. HOME IN SIX HOURS. XO
He wasn’t expecting his wife to respond. He’d texted her multiple times over the last few days and had received nothing back.
Michael knew why.
They were in a slump. And if he was being honest, it was beginning to scare the shit out of him. They’d been together for almost ten years. Their anniversary was this summer. They’d gone through a few rough times before, but this felt different.
He didn’t want to think about it.
He grabbed his suitcase, briefcase, slung his suit coat over his arm, and headed for the door. If Mindy was still there, she’d have to get ready for another brush-off, and this time he might not be as nice.
Right as his hand touched the knob, his phone went off in his pocket.
His eyebrows shot up.
He set his suitcase on the ground and walked back to the bed, laying his coat and briefcase down, then got his phone out. When he saw Piper’s name, he grinned like a kid who just unwrapped a present. He couldn’t help it. He missed his wife.
DOES SHE HAVE BIG TITS? WE ALL KNOW U LOVE TITS. I WISH THERE WAS A GOOD TIT EMOJI.
Piper wanted to spar. His dick flicked at the thought. It’d been, what, a year since they’d sexted?
SHE HAD HUGE TITS AND A TIGHT ASS. BUT SHE DIDN’T HOLD A CANDLE TO YOUR LUSCIOUSNESS. WHY ISN’T THERE AN I WANT TO FUCK YOU HARD EMOJI?
Piper started texting back immediately, and Michael sat down on the bed, sliding his stuff out of the way. If he was late for his cab, so be it. His cock had begun to throb. He was going to enjoy the hell out of this.
IS UR COCK HARD? IT SHOULD BE. TAKE IT OUT.
“Ah,” Michael groaned. His wife knew him too well. He unzipped his pants with one hand and started texting with the other.
ROCK HARD. SPRINGING IT NOW. WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH IT?
Piper replied instantly.
WELL, UR CHICKIE IS GONE, SO UR GONNA HAVE TO HANDLE THINGS. STROKE IT FROM TIP TO BASE AND THINK OF MY TITS LUBED AND U IN BETWEEN.
He did as she instructed, envisioning her full, round breasts with their beautiful rosy tips and his dick nestled between. Then he imagined her on her back as he drizzled lube all over her chest. Titty fucking was one of his favorites. God, he wanted to suck her nipples right now.
His phone beeped, and he glanced down.
It was a close-up picture of one of Piper’s breasts, her fingers pinching the nipple.
“Oh, yes.” He stroked his cock faster as he lay back on the bed. “This is going to be so good.”
* * *
“Okay, do one more.” Piper handed the phone to Emma for the fourth time. “This time, get down my pants. Use the flash if you have to.”
“I’m on it,” Emma said, giggling. “That lady who just left thought we’re having sex in here.”
They were in a bathroom stall at Dimitri’s.
Piper had asked Emma to lunch today. She hadn’t seen her in a while, so it’d been long overdue. Piper had taken Caroline’s words to heart last Thursday, and after three days obsessing about the state of her marriage and her sex life, she’d decided to take matters into her own hands.
Or, er, they were now in Emma’s hands.
“Here, let me get my finger down there,” Piper said, shimmying her pants down farther. The bathroom door opened, and someone else walked in. Piper began to giggle, though it sounded more like snorting.
Honestly, she hadn’t felt this good in a long time.
It was fun to be naughty again, and Emma was being a great sport.
“Hold still,” Emma whispered, choking back her own laughter. She snapped the pic, and the flash went off. They both covered their mouths, knowing that whoever was in the bathroom now knew they were taking pictures. “I think I got it,” she whispered.
Piper leaned over to look at the photo.
It was totally sexy. Her finger was right on her hot button. “Hit send, will you?” Piper asked her. “I need to wash my hands.” Piper scooted around Emma and exited the stall, heading straight for the sink.
Emma followed her out.
They’d been having lunch when Michael had texted Piper about the hotel clerk. The hot sexting had escalated very quickly from there.
Piper dried her hands and took the phone from Emma right as Michael’s last text came in.
BULLSEYE.
Next was a picture of his spent cock.
Tingles raced up Piper’s spine.
It was the first time she’d been truly turned on in a long
time—too long. She smiled, glancing at Emma. “It worked. He totally came.”
“Of course he did!” Emma exclaimed. “That was totally hot. You guys really went for it. I’m impressed.”
“Let’s go see if our food is still there.” Piper grabbed on to her arm. “We left so fast, our waiter probably thought we skipped out on the bill.”
“I left my coat behind for that very reason. He probably thinks what the first lady in the stall next to us thought.” Emma giggled. “That we were having sex.”
They strolled back to the booth like nothing was amiss.
Piper tried not to laugh too hard as she caught their waiter’s eye. He smiled from across the room. Dimitri’s was a little Greek place near the University of Wisconsin campus, and wasn’t too packed at the moment.
As they both slid into their seats, Piper picked up her glass and took a drink of her Diet Coke. When she was done, she cleared her throat. “Thanks for doing that with me. There’s not a lot of people I could ask to accompany me into the women’s restroom to take dirty pictures of me grabbing my boobs and touching myself. But it’s hard to get the selfie right when you’re trying to be sexy.”
“No problem. It was totally fun.” Emma’s face was bright. The woman was truly beautiful in an ethereal way. Perfect, with creamy skin and long, gorgeous red hair. “It’s really good to see you again.” She picked up her water glass. “It’s been too long. I know you told me before that everything was okay and that you guys just needed a break from the lifestyle, but I couldn’t help thinking it had something to do with us. Pete gets sensitive about stuff like that, too. So I was happy to get your call.”
Piper picked up her fork and dove back into her gyro platter. It was still warm, which was good. “It wasn’t you guys at all. It was us—well, mainly me. I’ve been struggling with the lifestyle for a while, so we took some time off. I need to do some soul searching.” She popped a bite in her mouth so she didn’t have to elaborate further.
“I hear you. And, really, I wasn’t that surprised you wanted out,” Emma said.
“You weren’t? Why’s that?”
“To be honest, you never really seemed that into it. And neither did your husband.” She held up her hand when Piper gave her a look. Michael had had sex with Emma on numerous occasions. “Yes, he went through the motions. But he was never, ever connected to the event. It was always about you for him, not the sex. He thought you enjoyed seeing him with me. He performed well. But I think he could’ve taken it or left it.”
Piper felt a bit flabbergasted by that news. She never would’ve let it go on for so long if she’d thought Michael hadn’t been into it. “Um, that’s a little shocking on some levels, to be honest. Michael always seemed happy to do it, even eager. He went along with the program each and every time with no complaints.”
Emma nodded. “Yep, but he did it for you. Did you guys ever talk about it after? I mean, discuss the details of the night on the ride home?”
Piper thought about it. “Not really. Once we left your house, we usually got it on. That’s how we rolled.” She gave Emma a wink. “The sex after was always great, and once we were done, I guess we never bothered to revisit it. I sort of attributed our great sex to what happened, you know”—she waved her fork in a small circle—“in the Pleasure Paradise.”
Emma snorted, then took a sip of her water. It was the most real response Piper had ever heard out of her. “The Pleasure Paradise has lost a bit of its luster,” Emma said. “Believe me, you’re not the only one who needs a break.”
“Trouble in paradise—really?”
Emma shrugged. “Not really trouble, per se. But when Caroline left our house so upset a few months ago, it was a big jolt for me. I didn’t blame her one bit. Pete and I could’ve intervened at any point that night and encouraged them to take it slower, and we didn’t. The pleasure had literally blinded us. But after that night, it was like the blindfold fell from my eyes and I could see again. We let things go too far, and it was time to take a few steps back.”
“Just so you know, Caroline doesn’t blame you at all,” Piper said. “She took responsibility for everything that happened. She’s doing really great now. She’s over it.”
“If she doesn’t blame us, it’s because she’s too sweet. Don’t get me wrong, I love this lifestyle, and I’m committed, but I need a break.” She absentmindedly poked at her salad. “Seeing you so excited about your husband, sexting like you’re dating again, makes me realize that almost everything Pete and I do revolves around other people. Selfishly, I’d love it to be about me for a change. I cater a lot to my husband’s wants and needs. I enjoy it,” she said, “but we could use some sexual rejuvenation in our own relationship—we meaning me.” She chuckled.
Piper could completely empathize with what Emma was saying. Piper had felt like she’d lost something along the way, and she definitely wanted to find that something again with her husband. But before Piper could tell her that, Emma leaned forward and said, “But I think I can help you first. I’ve known you guys for a long time, and I think I know how you tick.”
Piper was all ears. “Okay, how do we tick?”
“You need it exciting. Like, super exciting,” Emma said, her face animated. “That’s what got you into the lifestyle in the first place. You love being turned on by something only you both know, like a secret. Meeting up with us was fun, and it fulfilled that excitement for a while, but you need something to spark you when you have sex. Something out of the ordinary.”
Piper nodded along.
Knowing Michael could fuck someone else if he wanted to—but didn’t—and being in the bathroom of Dimitri’s taking dirty pics with Emma had gotten her hornier than she’d been in a long time, because it felt risky.
“You might be right.” Piper pondered it for a second. “I like where you’re going with this. I pay Ms. Cummings a lot of money to figure me out, but she’s never hit on this—my need for adrenaline with sex.” Piper ate another bite of her food and debated telling Emma about her weekly STD meetings with Caroline. Emma would totally be a good fit to join them. But then she thought better of it. Piper would have to run it by Caroline first. Finding women who lived the lifestyle wasn’t easy, and they could all benefit from the added therapy, but it was Caroline’s and hers first. She couldn’t make that decision on her own. “You know,” Piper said, “The more I think about it, I might be an adrenaline junkie.”
“That’s it exactly!” Emma said. “You’re definitely a junkie. You always have been.”
In her teen years, Piper got into a lot of trouble, but she had enjoyed every bit of it. “That’s probably why having sex with your husband was so disastrous for me. I wasn’t filled with anticipation—I was filled with dread. I totally should’ve known.” She caught Emma’s face as it fell. “Oh, no, not like that! Pete is totally cute and nice, and his dick—whew—I don’t have to tell you it’s a keeper.” Pete had a massive cock. “But he wasn’t Michael. I wanted to try something new, but I should’ve known it didn’t feel right and stopped it before it started. I felt no adrenaline or anticipation. I just figured it was my turn to try it.” Emma’s face was still pensive, so Piper leaned in. “Emma, I’m not trying to make you feel bad. My husband is just the only guy who’s even remotely turned me on in the last fourteen years. I don’t even get hot seeing movie stars or porn. It’s just him for me.”
Emma set her fork down and smiled. “I understand what you’re saying. I wish I felt that way sometimes. I’m totally attracted to my husband too, and love having sex with him, but the art of sex, and seeing others enjoy it, that’s what truly does it for me.”
“That’s what makes you tick. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Piper said. “Seeing pleasure gives you pleasure. That’s why you built the Palace downstairs, right? It’s kind of an homage to the art of sex?”
“Maybe.” Emma shrugged. “Or the fact that we’re just horny motherfuckers all the time.”
Piper almost
spit out the soda she’d just taken in. “Emma!” She coughed. “That’s hilarious! I had no idea you were so funny. Every time we’ve met, I guess it’s been in a more serious capacity.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “When your happiness depends on coaxing other couples into sexual situations, you’re always on your best behavior.” She took a bite of her salad.
“So when you’re not on your best behavior, what do you enjoy doing?”
Emma grinned. “Well, I swear like a sailor. I eat way too much junk food, especially gingersnaps. I watch girl-on-girl porn. But lately my favorite thing to do is sneak over to my neighbors’ house to peek in their windows. That’s always a good time.”
“What?” Piper had to cover her mouth. “You’re a peeping Tom? That’s the very last thing I thought would come out of your mouth!”
“Not exactly.” Emma chortled along with her. “You have to understand our neighborhood. The people who live there are all fairly high-strung. They’re white-collar bores who have to earn those huge paychecks or they feel inadequate. I was against moving to the suburbs for those very reasons, but it turns out, it’s better than reality TV out there! You have no idea what goes on. Our Pleasure Paradise is sedate compared to the affairs, betrayals, and general sneaking around that happen on a regular basis. At least with us, we’re up-front about it. Yes, we like to mix it up—but there’s no cheating or sneaking around or butt-fucking your nineteen-year-old neighbor, whose father is your friend and golf buddy, in your garage.”
“Holy shit!” Piper exclaimed. “Are you kidding me? That happens in your neighborhood regularly? You’re going to have to invite me out there sometime. Do they know you watch?”
“Sometimes, but I swear it’s no secret.” She shook her head. “Everyone knows, even though most try to pretend it doesn’t exist. But I don’t watch for the sexual bang. I get plenty of that on my own time. I do it for the pure entertainment of it all. As much as I love the art of sex, I love bad TV even more.” She snickered as she picked up her water glass.
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