by Cynthia Dane
Yup. I’ve told someone. When Elle called her up the night before, wondering if she wanted to do afternoon drinks downtown, Lana jumped on the chance. She needed someone to bounce her suspicions off. Elle was as good as it was going to get on short notice.
“I can’t believe that Ken would cheat on you. Honey, that man is over the moon for you. Even after ten years, I can tell from the way he looks at you. You could tell him no more orgies for the rest of your lives, and he would go along with it as long as he got to be with you.”
“See, that’s what I’ve tried telling myself.” Lana lined up their empty glasses before sitting back in her seat, arms crossed. “I know the man still loves me. But is he fawning over me to keep me placated and distracted, or is it all in my head?”
Elle shook hers. “You’re a mess. Are you taking this attitude with you on your second honeymoon? That should be a time for mindlessly boning your husband until he ain’t got a drop left in him. Don’t take the mind games with you. If you don’t have this all cleared up by the time you go, then you might as well not go at all. I’m serious.”
“Says the woman who has never been married.”
“Don’t give me that! You know no man can keep me tied down. It’s more like me keeping them tied up.”
Lana ignored that. She has a point, but I don’t want to admit it. Classic. “What do I do, though? I can’t ask him if he’s cheating on me.”
“Obviously. But you need to do something before you destroy your marriage over something as stupid as thinking your husband is cheating on you – when he’s not. I still don’t believe it for a second. Normally I’ll go along with a girl’s suspicions, but Ken? Ken? This is the man who would erect a Taj Mahal for you should you die right now.”
“Look, Elle, I’m not debating whether or not he loves me.” Lana leaned against their table, the rabble of other patrons in their sunny café nearly drowning out her words. “The man could still be super in love with me but still keeping a side piece. You know how dumb men can be. Even Ken could fall victim to his second brain doing all the talking.”
“Sheesh. And here I thought you had more respect for your husband…”
“I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Hey, I’m a neutral party in this case. I’m not gonna be Team Lana without any proof. You’ve got one woman’s shifty account, your maid reading your husband’s stationery, and their private conversations that sound suspiciously like flirting. I’m sorry for what you’re feeling, Lana, but that’s not enough. You need to either split or step up. Before you do something really dumb.”
“You make it sound like me doing something ‘dumb’ is a given.”
For some reason, Elle ignored that. “What are you two doing tonight? You wouldn’t come into town solely to meet me. You two must be up to something this fine Friday night.”
“We’re having dinner at six and then going to The Dark Hour.”
“Oh, fun. Wish I could join you, but I’ve got a business dinner that will last all night. Then I’m going to bed. I’m too old for the party life you and Ken still have.”
“I’d hardly call it that.”
“What are you doing at the club?”
Lana shrugged. “Not performing, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Oh, it is.” Elle chuckled. “If you were, I may have to cancel and ask that you two hold off until 10:30 for me to get my ass there to watch.”
“Pervert.”
“I do my best.” Elle lowered her voice. “Going to that club could be your opportunity to really see how he feels about you. Confirm some suspicions or not. I mean, it depends on what you’re up to doing.”
“We’ll see.” Lana had to chuckle as well. “You know, it’s been over a month since I last called my cousin the lawyer. You’d think I’d be blowing his phone up right now.”
Elle cocked her head to the side. “Then that means deep down you think this marriage is worth saving. Even if you’re saving it from yourself.”
Sometimes Elle could be an ass, but she was usually right.
***
The club was unsurprisingly busy that Friday night. It was always busy Friday nights, much to Lana’s delight.
People flirting. People fucking. People flirting and fucking at the same time. She knew she was with her kind when she stumbled upon a man getting a blowjob whilst trying to pick up another couple for some swinging fun later.
“Have we played with them before?” Ken asked, his hand wrapped around hers as they searched for a couch to sit on. “He looks familiar.”
“Please, Kenneth.” Lana put her free hand on his shoulder. “July. I blew him, you blew me…”
“Ah. Right. I barely recognize him because I spent most of that night staring at your pussy.”
“As you should.” Mine above all else. “If we’re not careful, though, this club will start getting stale. Needs more fresh blood around our age.” No fun playing with college kids who managed to find their way in there. The occasional single was fine, even fun, but couples were so far up their own asses that neither Lana nor Ken could fuck them if they wanted. Rude. They’re rude.
“There’s nothing wrong with repeat lovers, Lana.”
They finally found a couch, recently vacated by a couple who were probably way too frisky for most people to deal with. They looked like they were headed to a private room, and it didn’t take long for a club attendant to come by, clean up the glasses and beer bottles, and quickly wipe down the couch. Delicious!
“What do you want, Lana?” Ken was already ordering drinks before the attendant could get away from them. “Should I get your usual cosmo?”
“I’ll have some wine, actually. I don’t want anything too hard.”
After Ken ordered their drinks, he sank back into the couch and wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “Never a dull night in this place, huh? I’ve seen four pairs of tits already.”
You would be looking, huh? “Well, I’ve seen five cocks.”
“Really? I only saw three.”
Lana patted her husband’s thigh. “I suppose this one doesn’t count?”
“It’s not hard yet, so no.”
Lana could’ve done something about that, but decided to pull away and check out the sights. A lot of action tonight. Blowjobs, handjobs, nipple twisting, fingering, and enough making out to spread a whole mess of mononucleosis. Lana could smell the sweet scent of sex on the air, no matter how much perfume the club pumped into the house of sin. It was only a matter of time before everything was covered in bodily fluids.
The stage was rarely empty. From the moment they arrived, some Dom or Domme was giving some poor sub’s ass a spanking or riding them like a proper pony. People shrieked, laughed, and purred in appreciation. The applause was endless, whether it was two women or a man and a woman on the stage. These were the types of nights Lana loved the most. She fed off the sexual energy, wishing to have a piece of everyone she came across – all the better if her husband watched. The difference is that I wouldn’t fuck anyone without him there. She hoped her husband understood that distinction.
“What do you fancy tonight, my dear wife?” Ken asked, his hand slipping over Lana’s knee. “Tonight’s our last chance to have some fun with someone before going on vacation. Although who knows? Maybe some cabana boy or bikini girl will end up in our den of sex.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Lana nursed her wine, hoping the alcohol would kick in soon. “My husband is always looking out for my best interests. Like getting laid.”
“You know, Bunny, I’ve been thinking…” His hand squeezed her knee so hard that she nearly flinched. “It’s been a while since I saw you with…”
“Hmm?” She caught on, soon enough. “You really are a pervert. You’re probably the only man even in this room who gets hard at the thought of his wife fucking another man.”
“Have you never heard of cuckolding? Shocked. Although…
it’s not cuckolding if I’m 100% on board. Or at least I don’t think it is.”
Lana laughed. “Still, you’re hard pressed to find a man around here who wants to pimp his wife out.”
“Honey, the more you talk about that gangbang in college, the more I think I know what we’re doing for your fortieth birthday.”
See? This was the kind of banter and flirting Lana loved in her marriage. Only Ken would think about his wife fucking another man in front of him and get hard, not jealous. Then again, the man got hard thinking about fucking another woman in front of his wife. Lana didn’t think these kinds of marriages were possible before Ken proposed to her ten years ago.
“That was a great night.” Lana often thought of it fondly. Who said only bad experiences happened in frats? “Tell you what. You start garnering interest in gangbanging this hot body, and we’ll talk. I’ll only do hot guys.”
Ken nodded to a young man sitting with another. “Like him?”
Lana snorted. “That’s the smoothest chest I’ve ever seen. He’s either gay or taken.”
“Like all the good ones, right?” Her husband’s breath was unexpected in her ear. “Like your good ol’ husband.”
His hand traveled from knee to thigh, slowly opening his wife’s legs and making her breath catch in her throat. “Indeed, Husband.” She inhaled, deeply, controlling the lust and arousal burning within her stomach. “You’re a man who isn’t like others. You actually want to see your wife get fucked.”
“By as many people as possible.”
Lana blushed, hiding it behind her glass of red wine. “You know how difficult that can be for me…” Her legs crossed, over her husband’s hand.
“That only makes it hotter.” Ken cornered her in the couch, arms wrapped around her, legs coming for hers, his lips nibbling sweetly at her throat. The only thing keeping them apart was that glass of wine clenched tightly in Lana’s hand. “Baby, you know what I want tonight.”
Lana’s throat went dry. Even if she drank that whole glass of wine in one gulp, her throat would still be dry. “I can guess.” Her thighs clenched together.
In case he hadn’t made his point clear yet, Ken went ahead and drove it home into Lana’s brain. “I want to see you take on the biggest cock in the room.”
She was trapped between arousal and freezing up so badly that nobody would be able to thaw her out that night. “Why?”
Ken loosened his hold on her, as if he couldn’t believe she asked that. “Because it’s hot.”
“You think it’s hot watching me hurt like that?”
“I…” Ken removed his arm from her shoulders. “I didn’t know that’s how you really felt about it. I thought you liked it once in a while.”
Lana put her wine down and held her forehead in her hand. She was lucky to wear such a tight up-do that day, otherwise she risked annoying herself with her own hair. “Well,” she said, forcing a smile. “I certainly don’t hate it once in a while.”
She looked at the young man they spotted earlier. He was probably in his late 20s. A sub allergic to shirts and wearing pants so tight she could see what he packed around. Nine inches, at least. Unless he was a shower, not a grower. In which case that probably worked in Lana’s favor.
Otherwise, he was the run of the mill male sub. His eyes met Lana’s more than once, and she flashed him her most winning expression: Domme mixed with relentless vixen.
“Look at you,” she put out into the world, “Some posturing man who doesn’t understand his only use is to please me.” She wrapped her hand around her husband’s leg again. “Do you understand that this is my husband? I make love to this man all the damn time. He knows I’m looking at you. Do you know what that means? It means he wants a piece of you too. You have no idea who you would be dealing with.”
“You would be into watching me bang some frat boy with a bigger cock than brain.” Lana glanced at her husband, reveling in his confusion. “You think I would go down easy? You would be wrong, Kenneth Andrews. I’d take that dick like a pro, small pussy or not.”
“Maybe, just maybe…” Ken leaned against her, his weight almost imposing. “It’s that ‘or not’ part I’m most interested in.”
“You know, sometimes you still manage to surprise me.”
“I could say the same to you, my sweet. Remember, you were the one who originally suggested this a long time ago.”
“Of course I remember. Sometimes I’m stupid and think taking a huge cock is easy.”
“I wouldn’t say stupid. More like adventurous.”
“Hmph.” Lana clicked her tongue, but did not really feel like further admonishing her husband. “And what do you get out of it? Besides my humiliation.”
“Humiliation? Please. Maybe I like the sheer look of surprise on your face when that kind of man first takes you.”
Shivers went down Lana’s spine. Whether they were sexual or not, she wasn’t sure at first. “It doesn’t bother you? I mean… having another man inside me like that. I’m your wife.”
“I don’t know what that has to do with it. You’re your own sexual being. Surely, just having me can get a bit boring. It’s not a bad thing for us to share this kind of thing.”
“You’re rarely boring, darling.”
“Appreciated. Although I’m not sure why you’re bringing this up now after so many years. You’ve been acting so strange lately.”
Had she? About this? “It’s not a bad idea to talk these things over once in a while. You know, check in and all that.” Lana rubbed her husband’s arm. “Tastes change. Our desires… well, they change too.”
“What are you trying to say? That you’re not into it anymore?”
Me? Hardly. “What I’m saying is that just because you were okay with some other man fucking me whenever we last did it, doesn’t mean you’re down with the idea now. I love you, Kenny. I want you to be happy with me.”
A part of her felt weak. Wimpy. Selfish. Here she was, practically throwing herself at her husband. Emotionally, anyway. Didn’t he still love her? Didn’t he want to do all the things they used to do? Didn’t that fulfill him? Please, please… tell me that we have enough thrills to keep you with me. Lana couldn’t handle finding out her husband was cheating because he needed that thrill of hiding something from his wife. It would destroy her.
“I am happy with you. I’ve been the happiest man on Earth these past twelve years.” He kissed her cheek, motioning to the young man they both lusted after. “You’re freaking me out a little, Bunny. I can only imagine what you have planned.”
She didn’t have anything planned, but he didn’t have to know that.
“Stay here and let me work my magic.” Lana handed him her wine and stood up, letting her feet carry her across the room and to the young men surrounding a small table full of drinks. Her eyes remained on the masculine specimen who had an anaconda slithering up his tight pants. Wish I had kept my drink.
The man looked back at her, his laughter abruptly ending the moment he realized that Lana only had eyes for him.
“Scram,” she told the other subs. “I saw the Domme posse come stalking in a few minutes ago. I’m sure some pussy awaits you there.”
The other men glanced at each other before getting up. Although Lana was not their Domme tonight, she was definitely Domme enough to make them obey. And if she wanted them to leave her alone? They damn well would!
Left with the young man she had been eyeing for the past few minutes, Lana sat next to him, her body language inviting and words even more so.
“You seem like the type of man looking for a good time tonight.”
He sat up straight. He may be a sub, but he was still a man, and Lana was used to these younger types flexing their (nice, very nice) muscles even if they didn’t realize it. I was graduating high school when he was born, I would bet money on it. All right, maybe middle school. Fifth grade pageant? Did it matter? Not in these situations, it doesn’t.
“I am looking for whatever a good Mistress provides.” The shirtless man reached forward, pouring Lana a small amount of craft beer in a clean glass. He offered it to Lana, who took it to be polite even though she wasn’t a fan of beer.
“And what name do you offer a Mistress who comes your way?” Lana huffed. “Or do you prefer to have your Mistress give you a name for the night?”
“My name is Caden.”
Oh my God, of course it is. Lana wanted to laugh. Half her nephews were some form of Aiden, Hayden, Trayden, God knew what else. They all blurred together for her. “Well, Caden, what if I told you that Mistress is looking for a man who can fulfill a specific function tonight?”
He raised his eyebrows. “I would say it depends on what that function is, ma’am.”
Lana brushed back some of the dark hair growing on his forehead. Her touch had the desired effect: Caden flinched, desirably, muscles flexing and smooth skin warming to the touch.
“Let me ask you first, Caden… do you think I’m the type of woman you would follow?”
He looked her up and down, sizing her up. Not just her body. Most subs didn’t care about that, although a good looking Mistress was a huge bonus. No, he was sizing up her strength, her willfulness, the way her eyes gazed at him seductively. He assessed her fingers as they gently rubbed the top of his hand. Her voice, calm but stern, spoke to those desires that weren’t so hidden inside a man like Caden.
“Very much so, Mistress.”
“Good. Because I like you too, Caden. You seem obedient. And you seem to have…” she glanced at his cock. “Talents.”
“I aim to please, Mistress.”
“Well, let me tell you what kind of thing I have planned tonight, Caden.” She gestured to her husband sitting a ways away. Ken gazed back at them, although he covertly checked his cell phone, crossed his legs, and finished his wife’s wine for her. The right mix of interested and disinterested. “See that man there? That’s my husband. We just celebrated our tenth anniversary.”