The Open Door: A Found Duet Novella

by Laurelin Paige

  It had seemed fairly innocent, not much different than the normal way the kissing game was played, but after four rounds, I was finding that The Open Door version could be quite risqué.

  This was the first time anyone had gotten ass, and I was curious to see what the tattooed ginger who’d spun would do with the instruction. Ian―that was his name. I’d pretty much forgotten almost every one of the thirteen players’ names from the intros, but his name had stuck for some reason. He seemed entirely too young to have as many tattoos as he did, way too young to be a guest at the party, but he stalked over to his prey like a pro, instructing the burly man to lie flat on his stomach. The hourglass was flipped, and Ian sat on his partner’s back, facing his feet so he could grab two handfuls of the man’s ass in his hands. Then he bent down and nipped both cheeks with his teeth before he ran his nose down the crack in between.

  Even though both men were essentially still dressed, it was extremely erotic. Especially when Ian’s nose followed the line of the crack between his partner’s thighs. I was pretty sure he’d officially left the “ass” and encountered the “cock.” The low groan that rumbled deep in the burly man’s chest seemed to confirm my suspicions.

  I swallowed, my cheeks going red. It was so naughty. I wasn’t sure I could handle another man doing that to me if―when?―the bottle stopped on me. I was even less convinced my husband could handle it. Were we in over our heads?

  A few minutes later, it appeared we were going to find out.

  The last activity played out, the turn had moved on to the woman sitting next to Ian, a woman with beautiful dark skin, plump lips, and wide, exotic eyes. Her gaze met mine before the bottle had even stopped, as though she were psychic and knew where it was going to stop. Or maybe I was the person she wanted it to land on.

  Either way, when the bottle finished its final rotation, it was pointing to me.

  My shoulders relaxed with relief, glad that my partner was a woman. For JC’s sake. Maybe for mine too. I was pretty sure I’d never be ready to have another man’s hands, mouth, nose touch me in an erotic way. I was trying to be progressive, but, unless the guy was there to watch, I liked being a one-man kind of gal.

  But a woman was a different story.

  “Shoshanna,” JC said quietly in that way that suggested he’d just remembered her name rather than that he was trying to inform me. I was grateful all the same since I had indeed forgotten. And if I was going to potentially have her nose in my ass―please, oh please not that―I wanted to know her name.

  “This seems to be my lucky day,” Shoshanna announced, and I felt the blush in my cheeks deepen.

  As I always did in these situations, I glanced to JC, who smiled back at me, his eyes dark with interest.

  I returned his smile. This had been the reason I’d wanted to play―to see that look on my husband’s face. It was lighter fluid on the coals of my desire.

  This was going to be good.

  The butterflies had officially taken flight by the time I had the body dice in my hand. I blew on it and rolled it around in my hand, silently praying that I didn’t get ass. I was so consumed with that possibility that I was completely unprepared for what showed up on the dice instead―nipple.

  Oh, God. That was just as bad. Having my nipples played with by someone else, by a woman, for the first time, in front of other people? Yeah, that was possibly worse.

  My entire body suddenly felt too hot, and now I was fairly certain the butterflies in my stomach were really flying razor blades.

  I should bow out.

  Except, as soon as the idea crossed my mind, I felt the heavy leaden weight of disappointment.

  No, I wasn’t bowing out. I wanted to do this. It was more than a little intimidating, but that’s what made it so thrilling.

  Shoshanna started crawling across the circle toward me, her brow lifted in an unspoken request for consent.

  I nodded, hoping that was enthusiastic enough. Then, just to be clear I was on board, I asked, “So, tell me where you want me. Should I, uh, lie down?”

  “You can stay right where you are, pretty lady,” she said, a gorgeous yet wicked grin brightening her face.

  Holy shit. That was...that was…

  Surprisingly hot.

  The quick peek at JC’s face said he felt the same way.

  The seconds stretched out in agony while I waited for Shoshanna to reach me. She took her time, building up the anticipation without wasting any grain of sand on the timer since it wasn’t flipped until contact with the body part was made. My breaths became harder to get in and out, and I worried she could see the rapid fall of my chest. Worried she could see how nervous I was. How eager.

  When she came to a stop in front of me, still on all fours, I couldn’t take the wondering. “I’m breathing kind of hard. I guess I’m nervous,” I said, outing myself.

  “I noticed. I like it.” She sank back on her legs into a kneeling position. With her eyes pinned on mine, she reached one long finger out toward my breast and swiped it in a circle, practically tracing the unseen edges of my areola. Immediately my nipple stiffened. Since I was braless, the peak was very evident through the thin satin of my gown.

  “Nice,” she said, as heat ran down my neck, disappearing into my cleavage.

  “Flip the hourglass,” someone nearby said, reminding the person assigned to the task to concentrate on his job.

  “Timer started,” he said a brief second later.

  The interaction barely registered in my peripheral. My attention was elsewhere, on the teasing way Shoshanna plucked and pinched at my nipple, mixing bites of pain with soothing swipes of her fingertips. Arousal flooded me, making my thighs sticky and wet.

  But it wasn’t Shoshanna’s hands that had me turned on―well, not just her hands. Throughout her tormenting caresses, my eyes were locked on JC’s and what I saw on his face― his hooded lids, his dilated eyes, his unmasked expression of complete and utter lust―had electricity charging through my body like I’d been holding a lightning rod in a storm.

  JC’s excitement drove him to scoot closer, his gaze alternating from my face to my breast.

  The movement drew Shoshanna’s focus. “Want to help?” she cooed in his direction. “Her other nipple’s feeling lonely, and I’m too consumed with this one to give it the attention it deserves.”

  Without hesitation, JC stretched his palm out to plump my other breast in the way that I liked best, a way that only he knew.

  My breath caught audibly. The combination of his touch and hers sent a delicious shiver down my spine. My skin felt like fire underneath their fingers. I was burning with want. Burning for more. Burning to―

  “Time!”

  An involuntary groan escaped my lips as Shoshanna withdrew her hand. Self-conscious, I brought my hand to cover my mouth as if I could recall the sound. My cheeks were already too heated to form a proper blush, but my awkwardness was apparent to all.

  “I liked it too, baby,” she said with a wink.

  JC brought his own hand to his lap, casually hiding the boner that I’d already noticed. Or bringing attention to it—either was possible. He looked from me to Shoshanna then back to me. He didn’t have to say what he was thinking. I knew what he was thinking. I knew what he wanted.

  And, suddenly, I was pretty sure I wanted it too.

  Without saying a word, I stood up and stepped out of the circle, excusing myself from the game. JC followed suit. I took his hand and headed out of the room, feeling Shoshanna’s intent stare chase after us.

  I didn’t turn back until I reached the doorway. With a nod, I beckoned her. I watched long enough to be sure she was coming, then, with a confidence I didn’t know I possessed, I strutted from the room and led us to the bedrooms upstairs.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The night was still young, so finding an unoccupied bedroom wasn’t difficult. I steered us toward the furthest one from the stairway. I stood aside to let JC and Shoshanna walk in past me, then shu
t the door behind them. Unlike the other times that my husband and I had taken to a room at an Open Door party, I didn’t want anyone watching. This situation was plenty erotic on its own. Onlookers wouldn’t make it hotter, they’d make it more awkward and nerve-wracking than it already promised to be.

  With the door at my back, I looked at first JC then Shoshanna. They’d taken points on either side of the bed, both equidistant from me, unwittingly forming us into a triangle. The butterflies returned, flying so high that my entire torso was a flutter from my belly to the base of my throat.

  Wow. We were really doing this.

  I wiped a sweaty hand with the skirt of my dress and giggled, eliciting smiles from both my soon-to-be lovers. I cleared my throat and attempted to put myself together. “We’re new at this,” I explained to Shoshanna.

  “I’m not,” she said, reassuringly.

  “Oh, good. You might need to take the lead.”

  She opened her mouth to say something along the lines of no problem, based on her confident expression, but before any words could be spoken, JC interjected. “Go to her, Gwen,” he commanded.

  Apparently he preferred taking the lead himself, newbie or not.

  Or had he had a threesome before that I’d never bothered to ask about? I made a mental note to inquire about that. Later. At a more appropriate time.

  Now, I had better things to think about than JC’s past. Things like making my feet walk across the room. It was harder than it should have been with my knees knocking the way they were. Shoshanna’s smile, though, was sexy and inviting, and that helped.

  When I was only a couple of feet away, I paused to look to JC for the next instruction.

  “Kiss her,” he said, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. So low I felt it in my pussy. I felt it, and there was no way I could ignore the order. I took another step toward her. Then another.

  A breath away, I suddenly got nervous. I’d kissed girls in high school playing spin the bottle and truth or dare and at the kissing booth, but I’d never kissed a girl with the intent to lead to more. It couldn’t be much different than initiating a kiss with a man, but, before JC, I’d rarely taken the lead with men, either.

  And it had been so long since I’d been with anyone besides my husband. I couldn’t remember how first kisses were done.

  Shoshanna, thankfully, was experienced and not at all shy. She closed the distance, bringing her mouth to mine. With firm pressure, she wrapped her lips around my bottom one. I tried to close my mouth for a proper kiss, but she pulled away slightly, taking my lip with her, teasing it, as though she were warming me up.

  I eased back, not knowing what to do next.

  I needn’t have worried. She took care of that. After letting my lip go, she moved in again. This time she allowed me to participate in the kiss. Our mouths moved together awkwardly, our teeth clashing when we both turned the same direction at the same time. Once again, she paused. She raised her brows and I felt the silent demand that she be the one in control.

  I nodded. The next time she moved in, I surrendered, following her lead, and soon our mouths moved together fluidly. The kiss built naturally from there, deepening when she licked into my mouth, urging my tongue to tangle with hers. Her palm came up to toy with my nipple, more assertively than she had during the game. My own arms felt weird dangling at my side, but I wasn’t yet brave enough to fondle her breasts, so I brought them up to cradle her face. When I did, she let out a guttural moan that made my thighs tremble and my cunt leak.

  Or, I thought she had.

  Then I realized the sound had come from my husband.

  With my mouth still attached to hers, I opened my eyes and peered in his direction. He had one knee on the bed, his hand stroking the straining bulge in his pants, his gaze glued to us.

  Ah, fuck. That was sexy.

  It was my turn to moan.

  Without warning, Shoshanna turned us and pushed me back on the bed, her lips not leaving mine until I was breathless underneath her. Then her mouth traveled lower, to my chin, down my décolletage, down to my breast, where she sucked my nipple into her mouth through my dress.

  My lips weren’t alone for long. Seconds after she left, JC was bent over me, occupying them instead. He was more aggressive than she’d been, but his taste and movements were familiar, and my mouth danced easily with his. Though the angle of his face, upside-down over mine, blocked my view, I knew it was his hand that slipped under the bodice of my dress to plump my other breast. His touch was one I knew by heart. The contrast, though, between the well-acquainted caress of my husband and the thrillingly strange gropes of my new lover had me arching off the bed, begging for more, and when JC reached behind my neck to undo the lone button at the back of my dress, I nodded with enthusiastic consent.

  With the back undone, it was easy to pull my arms out. JC peeled the bodice down to my waist and took one peaked nipple into his mouth, alternately sucking and teasing with his teeth. Shoshanna’s approach was more torturous, licking around the tip before blowing a stream of hot air across the wet skin. Each technique alone could drive me crazy. Together, I was writhing as sparks of pleasure shot straight to my pussy.

  It was like nothing I’d ever experienced, being adored by two people at once, all the attention focused on me. It felt selfish and glorious and I couldn’t imagine how I’d lived my whole life without trying something so wildly wonderful before.

  Wanting to give as well as take, I stretched up to stroke JC’s cock. I could feel the heat of him through his dress pants, and, when I squeezed around his base like I knew he liked, he grew stiffer.

  Feeling less inhibited now, I reached down for Shoshanna’s breast, palming it tentatively before squeezing my hand around it. It was firmer than mine were these days, and I liked the feel of it in my hand. Loved it, even. Loved the contrast of her soft flesh compared to JC's stiff cock in my other hand. Loved exploring similar anatomy on a foreign landscape. I wanted more of this too, wanted her breast bare, wanted to explore her with my mouth.

  But instead of granting me more access, she taunted me by giving me less, moving lower, kissing along my belly until she got to the area that was pulsing with need. I was still wearing my dress, otherwise my instinct would likely have been to tense up. With the material barrier, even as thin as it was, her attention was less of an invasion, and instead of pressing my thighs together, I spread them apart, giving her better access.

  As she moved below my pubic bone, her kisses turned to nips and when she reached my engorged clit, she used her lips, opening and closing them over the sensitive bud with such expertise, an orgasm immediately began to build. Since I’d gone pantiless as well as braless, there wasn’t much between her mouth and my pussy, and I could feel her, really feel her. Could feel her so intensely that I couldn’t imagine how incredible she’d feel against me bare.

  Soon, I hoped I wouldn’t have to try to imagine.

  Right now, though, this was more than enough. Unable to concentrate on stroking JC’s cock any longer, I wove both my hands through Shoshanna’s black hair, pulling on the corkscrew strands while JC returned to devour my mouth, continuing the assault on my nipple by rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

  The tension inside me curled and coiled, tightening, tightening, tightening at rapid speed, and then my climax was upon me, roaring through my body like the wind of a hurricane. With a strangled cry, I let myself get swept up in its magnitude, convulsing with the intensity of pleasure. Tears leaked from my eyes as lightning shot across my vision.

  Still, JC and Shoshanna kept on, torturing me, tormenting me, not letting up until the orgasm had finished completely.

  “That was so fucking hot,” JC said between kisses.

  “Incredibly hot,” Shoshanna agreed, crawling back up my body.

  JC pulled back, pressing his lips to the tip of my nose then each of my eyelids, letting Shoshanna reclaim my mouth. This time when I kissed her, I was unbridled. Even after the amazing orgasm, I
was still filled with raw, primal lust that drove the frenzied movement of our mouths and tongues.

  After several minutes of making out, I opened my eyes to look for JC and found him kneeling above my head, his jacket and shirt gone. He stared at us with fierce intensity, once again stroking the tent in his pants.

  He needs attention. That needs attention, I thought.

  Shoshanna must have had the same sort of idea, and, before I could do anything about it, she broke away from my mouth and stretched up until she was face-to-face with JC. After the briefest of hesitations, they simultaneously bent in for a searing kiss.

  Below them, I watched. I could see everything from here, could see how their tongues twisted together as they explored each other’s mouths. Could see the rapid rise and fall of Shoshanna’s chest. Could see his fingers curl into her hair at the base of her neck, holding her in place.

  It was potently sensual, and my body reacted to it, the steady pulse of need in my lower region increasing in speed and strength.

  But my head...my head had a different reaction.

  My head recognized the familiarity of his kiss, remembered times he’d kissed me that way. My head registered a blaring contradiction between what he was doing and all his promises that his kisses belonged to me, that he was mine―only mine―for all eternity.

  I didn’t like it.

  I hated it.

  As hot as the scenario seemed in theory, it was a totally different thing to actually watch my husband shower another woman with physical affection. As greedy and selfish as it likely made me, my jealousy was achingly real and palpable and unbearable, and when Shoshanna reached down to grab JC’s cock―my husband’s cock―I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I sat bolt upright, coming between her hand and his erection. “Stop!” I practically shouted.

  Immediately they broke apart and two sets of eyes stared curiously at me.