Indulgence

by K. A. Berg

  She was so hot her heat was almost burning my fingers. “Jesus, Matt.”

  Her fingers squeezed my cock as she desperately wanted to come, so I pulled the box from her hand and popped the lid off. It was fully charged, I made sure earlier.

  “Open,” I instructed as I pulled the device free. Her lips parted, jaw slacked, and I slipped the hot pink oval over her tongue. “Get it wet, love.”

  She licked it as if it were my cock. I didn’t miss the fire in her eyes as she stared at me. Her annoyance over not coming a moment ago flared as she ran her tongue around it, trying to temp me, to make me crazier for her. It only fueled my desire to sit back and watch her come from my hand without me even touching her.

  I gave the tail of the toy a quick tug, and Natalie dropped it from her mouth. “Lift your leg onto the bed or turn around, your choice.”

  She turned and leaned down on the bed resting on her elbows. She glanced back over her shoulder with her desire practically throbbing through her veins. Her nipples were taut. Her skin flushed. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. A glisten sparkled from the apex of her thighs.

  My dick throbbed.

  Natalie shifted from foot to foot as I slid the soft silicone into her. I pulled it back and slipped it in again and again until I had the app up on my phone. I turned the vibration on. As the buzzing woke up Nat’s nerve endings once more, I pushed the toy in deep and stood back to admire the view.

  “Climb onto the bed, love.” My voice was hoarse. All the blood had rushed down to my steel-hard length.

  She followed instructions and crept slowly to the center of the bed, giving me a prolonged look at the swollen flesh between her legs. I stepped back until my legs hit the chair in the corner of our bedroom. I sat; my focus still glued to the center of Natalie.

  Tapping the screen on my phone, I changed the steady vibration to a patterned wavelength. Natalie jumped in reaction and then her arms weakened a tad as her head lulled down.

  “Lie on your back and spread your legs for me, love,” I told her as I freed my straining dick from my pants. “Get comfortable.”

  She did as I asked, and when she centered herself in the middle of all the pillows on our bed, I saw she was approaching another level of arousal. One thing I quickly learned during this whole new foray was that it wasn’t necessarily what we were doing that turned Natalie on, it was that I was the one doing it to her.

  We’d been dabbling in this spiced-up life for a little while, but on the nights we just had plain old sex, Natalie still came all the same. I worried that regular missionary style sex would never get my wife off again, but I was wrong. It was as if, just by my being more in tune with what she wanted, she was free.

  I stroked myself up and down to the sight of her wetness. “Tell me what you feel, sweetheart.”

  She caught sight of my straining erection, swollen and veiny in my hand and she was transfixed, my command forgotten. So, I upped the intensity of the toy.

  “Argh.” Her body spasmed slightly. “I feel full and a lot of pressure on my g-spot.”

  My hand dipped down to cup my balls. “You’re supposed to feel it there.”

  She moaned my name as though it were her salvation.

  I tapped my finger to the screen, and she moaned again. “Does that feel good?” I asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “Let me see you strum your sweet little clit, love. I can see it begging for attention.”

  She complied, and as she circled her finger around it, I fisted my length again and stroked, no intention of stopping until we were both satisfied. “You look beautiful. I could only imagine what someone would think watching you enjoy yourself like I am now. And a man sitting here, watching it all unfold and wishing he could suck one of those rosy tips between your fingers into his mouth.”

  Her breathing sped up as if it were in the last lap of the Daytona 500. Her back curved slightly as she arched off the bed, and her fingers moved faster and faster.

  “Do you know what the best part would be, Nat?” She was so lost in the fantasy, seconds from coming, she couldn’t answer. “When he growls as your sweet little cunt”—the vulgarity of that statement set her off as her orgasm barreled through her body—"clamps down on my fingers. When you come for me, jealousy flares in his eyes for all to see. He wanted to feel everything I felt. He wanted your heat, but it’s mine. It’s all for me, and I don’t want to share that with him. He should be happy I let him see the beauty of you coming at all. You’re a fucking goddess.”

  Her attention focused solely on me as she lifted her fingers from her clit and licked them, mewling. A few tugs later, I was coming onto my stomach as Natalie slowly pulled the toy from her body, putting on a show just for me.

  A half hour later, curled up in bed together with Natalie’s breath ghosting through my chest hair I asked, “Did you like that tonight?”

  In the past, I’d never thought to ask about what Natalie liked and didn’t like in the bedroom. I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I never wanted her to sneak off to the shower to achieve her orgasm again.

  She nodded. “It was different. Something I never would have thought of. I didn’t even know they made remote controlled things like that.”

  I chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how you react when we use it in public.”

  She picked her head up and looked at me. “I just need you to remember something, this is all new and exciting and fun, but it was you who made that hot for me. It’s exploring these things with you that’s the turn on, eo. Don’t ever forget that. I don’t want this with anyone but you.”

  My arms banded around her tighter. I already knew this, but it was still good to hear it from her.

  “Also,” she continued, “that little scene you described? Good god, my heart almost beat out of my chest thinking about how damn hot it was. Don’t be surprised if I ask you to recreate that in the future.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Natalie

  The restaurant was alive with noise when I arrived fifteen minutes late for our seven o’clock dinner plans. “Sorry, babes.” I smiled at Norah and Penelope. “Thank you for waiting.”

  I kissed both of them hello, and the hostess brought us through the dining room to our table. “Enjoy your meals, ladies.”

  “I needed an evening with you guys after my day today,” I told them as we shuffled into the booth.

  We’d been doing this since UW, meeting up to discuss our days. We did it almost every day at college and as we grew older, the frequency became less and less but we always tried to meet at least once a month for a sit-down dinner. We met in the Greek Life at the University of Washington. The three of us all pledged the same sorority. It was history from there.

  Norah snatched the iPad used for ordering and started tapping on the screen. “I have been craving their bacon cheddar burger all day. I’m getting hangry ladies so let’s order quick, please.”

  Norah passed the tablet around the table so we could add what we wanted. Beside the incredible food, the other thing we loved about this restaurant was that you ordered everything from iPads, and it was all brought over when it was ready. It made it so that we could catch up without any interruptions.

  Norah was tapping her foot under the table and drumming her fingers on top. “You seem anxious,” I commented, my gaze on the beat her fingers were tapping out.

  She shrugged and pulled her hand down to her lap. “I could use a drink, and I’m starving. You know how I get when I’m hungry.”

  “Mmm hmm,” I murmured. She did get cranky when she hadn’t eaten, but I had a feeling she was waiting to pounce on me about that incident in her bathroom. We still hadn’t had the conversation I promised her two weeks ago. Norah wasn’t the most patient person, so I knew it was only a er of time before she brought it up.

  “So, did you have a bad day or something?” Pen asked as we waited for our drinks to arrive.

  “Not bad.” I shook my head. “Just so much unnecessary stress. Bastien
is almost unbearable some days. He was in another one of his moods.”

  The server arrived with our drinks and I took a generous sip of my Long Island Iced Tea the moment she placed it down.

  “I swear that man has all of my upper back and shoulder muscles in a permanent knot lately. I feel like a giant ball of tension. This new gallery and showing may turn all my hair gray by the time it opens.” I continued.

  Norah’s eyes glittered with mischief. “I’m sure Matteo could help relieve some stress. He probably has plenty of ideas of how you can give it to him.”

  I groaned. I knew she was waiting for the perfect segue.

  Norah cackled like the evil step-monster in a Disney film. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t bring it up first chance I got? You’re lucky I let it go this long.”

  I hung my head and groaned, then quickly snatched the iPad to order myself another drink. Thank god I’d taken an Uber so I didn’t have to drive home because a decent amount of alcohol would be needed to handle Norah and Pen throughout this conversation.

  Penelope glanced between the two of us, looking out of the loop. “What are you talking about? And give what to Matteo?”

  Norah’s smile stretched her entire face as she turned to Penelope. “Her orgasms. Seems Natalie here has been holding out on us. You should have heard them in the bathroom at my party.”

  My cheeks were definitely reddening. I cut my gaze to Norah. “No one told you to stand at the door and listen.”

  She raised her brows. “No one told you to defile my bathroom and moan loud enough for the whole first floor to hear you.”

  Touché.

  Penelope huffed. “Can you please fill me in?”

  Norah was more than happy to oblige. “Well, during my party, I went inside to grab a sweater, and imagine my shock when I heard hot sex happening in the half bath across the hall from the laundry room.”

  Penelope’s eyes bugged, and she looked over at me. “You and Matteo?”

  “Oh my god, Pen.” Norah gushed. “I wish I had my phone to record it. Matteo was all, ‘Let them hear you scream,’ and Nat was moaning like a porn star. Then Matt was like, ‘Give it to me.’ It was so weird to hear. I honestly didn’t know he had it in him.”

  Norah fanned herself and made goo-goo eyes as if the Hemsworth brothers were standing in front of us. She had a shit-eating grin on her face. “They were completely shameless.”

  Penelope’s shock had faded, but her curiosity had been flamed. “You had sex in Norah’s bathroom? You little hussy!” She laughed with no judgment in her voice. “I can’t believe you didn’t care who caught you. What if it was Emma or Jackson who came inside and heard you? What in the world brought that on?”

  “One day, Jackson and Emma will understand that you take good sex whenever and wherever you can get it.” I shrugged. “Until then, I’m sure we could find them a good therapist.”

  Norah smacked her hand down on the table. “You owe us some juicy gossip, Miss Not-So-Goody-Two-Shoes. How did sex in my bathroom come about?”

  I took a generous sip of my drink before admitting, “Things got a bit boring, and we’ve been spicing it up.”

  Our appetizers arrived, and my stomach growled. I wasted no time pulling a potato skin onto my dish. I felt their eyes burning holes into the top of my head as I focused on my food, but I was in no rush to spill all the beans just yet. I was hungry and wanted to stuff my face a bit first.

  Penelope huffed her annoyance with my lack of verbal vomit first. “No way,” she protested. “You aren’t just going to give me that. I don’t have a sex life. I live vicariously through you two. I need details. It isn’t fair Norah got the live action version, and I can’t even get a decent recap. Start spilling, woman.”

  Penelope’s been divorced for two years and still hadn’t stepped back into the dating pool. Her ex-hubby moved on before they were even officially divorced. He found love in a twenty-five-year-old blonde model, and Penelope has felt inferior ever since.

  I rolled my eyes as I cut into the potato. “Dramatic much. Things had become dull between us. Although, I guess I can’t really say that since we had been doing the same stuff we’d been doing for years. It just wasn’t working for me. Matteo figured out I was . . . disinterested, and then we started this bucket list of things, I suppose, that we want to try, and we’ve been checking them off.”

  Pen seemed a bit mystified. “Doing it in Norah’s bathroom was on your sex bucket list?”

  Norah looked skeptical. “What do you mean by disinterested?” She made air quotes around disinterested as if it were a code I was using.

  “No, it wasn’t. It was spur of the moment,” I answered Penelope before addressing Norah, “I’m almost embarrassed to admit.” I sighed as I thought back to the morning Matteo flat out told me not to lie to him. “He said I wasn’t as good at pretending as I thought I was.”

  Pen gasped as if she were watching a telenovela.

  “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Norah said, which meant she was going to say something kind of bitchy, “but you kind of sounded like someone who was faking it from what I heard. Like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. How was he able to know the difference?”

  “Could you keep your voice down?” I snapped and leaned in closer. “The whole restaurant doesn’t need to know my business.”

  She shrugged unapologetically and raised her brow in anticipation of my answer.

  “He said I was closing my eyes and that was how he knew. Apparently, I don’t close my eyes when I come.”

  Penelope scoffed. “You mean to tell me that Matteo could tell you were faking it because you closed your eyes? That’s insane. No dude pays that close of attention to his wife’s come face.”

  I hadn’t wanted to point out she didn’t have the best frame of reference, so I answered simply. “Matteo has always been an attention-to-detail kind of guy. After he figured it out, he waited for me to tell him about what was going on, and when I didn’t, he took things into his own hands.”

  A few servers arrived a moment later with our food, and we fell into a comfortable silence as we ate. I could see the girls’ minds swirling. My last comment was pretty vague, and I knew they had follow-up questions, so I laid out the rest of the story.

  “He snooped through my iPad, looking for clues. He thought maybe I was discussing why I couldn’t . . . umm . . . finish with you guys or someone else.”

  “But you never said a word to us,” Penelope cut in.

  “Yeah, why didn’t you tell us about this?” Norah added.

  My eyes were glued to my alfredo as if it was Van Gough’s Starry Night. “It was kind of embarrassing,” I finally admitted. “Matt’s great, and it felt wrong to say that I was bored. Guilt weighed heavy on me. As if I was betraying him or something.”

  Norah nodded as if she understood. “Then what happened?”

  “When he didn’t find anything in text or email”—I lowered my voice—“he checked my browser history.”

  Both girls’ eyes widened with surprise. “No . . .”

  “Weren’t you pissed?” Norah asked, her fork paused mid-air.

  “No.” I shook my head. “Matteo wasn’t snooping because he was trying to find me doing something wrong. He wanted to help me fix the problem. I’m actually glad he did because it took the uncertainty and guilt out of it for me, and I was finally able to tell him what I was feeling.”

  “I don’t know,” Norah disagreed. “I think I’d be super pissed.”

  That was an understandable response, and it was how most people would probably feel. The fact that I didn’t wasn’t wrong; it just wasn’t the standard. Each person’s situation was different. “I think that if he had been accusatory when he asked me about it, I probably would have gotten defensive. But he didn’t. He planned an entire night to show me that he could be who I needed. He even read a few of our books for tips and ideas.”

  A sly grin spilt Norah’s lips. “That explains all that dirty tal
k.”

  Penelope chuckled. “I guess that’s kind of sweet.”

  The way he understood me and accepted me was more than sweet. It was everything. God, I loved that man. “I’m glad that it happened this way. I love that he went so far to show me what I mean to him. It’s really been freeing to explore this with him, hence the sex in Norah’s bathroom. We couldn’t help ourselves.”

  We laughed and then remembered our food. The sauce on the pasta was buttery and rich, and I almost choked on it when Penelope turned to Norah and asked, “So, is dominant Matteo hot? I keep trying to imagine it, and I can’t. I just can’t place Matteo and dirty together.”

  Norah nodded her agreement with the sentiment as she chewed and swallowed her burger. “Right? If I hadn’t heard it, I wouldn’t have been able to picture it either. But he has this whole Clark Kent vibe. Like he has this bad-ass persona only Natalie is allowed to see. Although after I caught them, he had an I-don’t-give-a-shit-that-you-just-heard-us bounce in his step.”

  “Hello?” I attempted to cut in. “That’s my husband you’re talking about.”

  They ignored me. “On a scale of one to ten, how hot is Matteo’s sex voice?”

  “Since that was the only time I’d heard it, I don’t know how he sounded before all this, but hearing him tell Nat to let everyone hear her come, I almost creamed my panties. I was worried I might’ve gotten pregnant just listening. It was low and deep and controlled. Definite seven for me since he isn’t my type. If Derek spoke to me with that same voice, my ovaries would explode.”

  She emphasized her point with hand explosions. “Good to know.” I snorted.

  Penelope’s gaze flew back to me. “What other crazy stuff have you done?”

  We spent the next twenty minutes discussing the adventures of Natalie and Matteo. I was almost ashamed to admit that seeing the excitement in their eyes made me want to tell them more. This wasn’t just a story; this was my amazing husband and me. I was proud of us.