by K. A. Berg
Penelope looked as if she were a kid arriving at the gates of Disney World for the first time as she placed her phone against something to prop it up across from her. She crossed her legs and cupped her wine glass between her palms. “Start with the big stuff first. Like what’s number one on your list.”
I didn’t have to think about that much. “A threesome.”
“Oooh,” Pen murmured as she placed her lips against her glass.
Norah cocked her head to the side. “With another guy or with another girl?”
“My fantasy is with another guy,” I said. “I’m sure Matteo wouldn’t mind another girl, though.” I hitched my shoulder. “He hasn’t mentioned it yet.”
The thought had crossed my mind. If Matteo was willing to have a threesome with a guy, I had to consider the possibility of him wanting one with a woman. We were playing things by ear here, but I also wanted to make sure Matt was getting his fantasies too. This was a two-way street.
“You guys are seriously considering a ménage with another dude?” Penelope asked. “Who? When? Where?”
She was like a two-year-old who just discovered questions.
I shrugged. We hadn’t finalized any plans or anything, so I didn’t have the answers to her other questions. “We have other things we need to do before we get there.”
“Like what?” Norah asked.
“Well, anal for starters.” You couldn’t have a threesome like I wanted if you weren’t comfortable with anal. “We’ve only played with toys and fingers. We haven’t gotten to the actual sex part yet.”
They both looked at me a little funny. “What?”
“You’ve been together for this long and haven’t tried anal?” Norah asked with shock in her voice.
I shook my head. “I didn’t think it would be something I liked—”
“Yet, double penetration is number one on your bucket list?” Penelope asked incredulously. “What are you going to do if you don’t like it?”
“I mean I’ve liked everything relating to it so far, so I don’t see why I wouldn’t like the real thing.” I considered things for a moment and asked, “Both of you have already done it?”
They nodded. “When?”
Norah laughed. “I was still in high school the first time. Not the time to try anal, FYI. But I did it in college a few times and throughout the years. It isn’t bad. I’m just too impatient to work into it. I want my dick hard and fast. Anal takes time.”
“Hence why we haven’t gotten to it yet.” I changed the direction of the conversation. “I really want to try public sex, too.”
The girls shared a glance, and then Norah raised her brow at me over her wine. “Didn’t you already cross that off at my party?”
“Still a bit salty that I missed the show,” Pen chimed in.
“Depending on your definition of public sex, then I guess you could say that,” I explained, tracing the brim of my glass with my finger. “I want to have sex while people watch, not sex in a public place.”
Norah crossed her arms over her chest and gave me an impressed grin. “It seems that Matteo isn’t the only one who has some increased confidence around here, huh?”
The blush spread through my cheeks like wildfire, but I didn’t care. “What can I say? Matt’s been taking me to places I’ve never been before.”
Penelope choked on a grape. “Who is he, Aladdin with his magic carpet?”
“Magic cock, Pen,” Norah corrected with a snicker.
“Magic everything, girls.” I waggled my eyebrows, and we broke into a fit of giggles.
Chapter Fourteen
Natalie
“It’s going to be fine, Mom,” Emma reassured me with a hug. I swished her not-so-little body a bit harder than usual. “We’ve been doing this for years. You’ll see us in two weeks.”
It didn’t matter that we’d been sending them off to this camp for three years, I was saying my good-byes to my babies. My heart was sad. It already missed them, and they hadn’t even left my sight yet.
The first year they went to Oakville Sleepaway Camp it was for the four-week program. The second, they begged us to stay for six weeks. And then a few months ago, the dreaded request for increased camp time hit us. They wanted to stay the full eight weeks.
All the campers started at the same time, but they left in staggered groups, and Emma whined that they missed so much when they left early.
So, we agreed to the whole summer. They were twelve, going on thirteen, but at the same time, they were still four to me.
Jackson came up and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. As if I wasn’t feeling they were slipping through my fingers as it was, my son had to come stand next to me, reminding me that he was an inch taller than my five-two. “She’s right, Mom. The first parents’ weekend is just around the coroner.”
Two weeks wasn’t “just around the corner,” but I refused to be “that” mom who was a mess at drop-off. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass the kids. Taking a breath, I sucked it up and smiled.
“I know. I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.”
Jackson kissed my cheek. “We’ll miss you too, Mom. But we’ll be fine and having fun. That means that you and Dad should go have fun. You’re always doing everything for us, enjoy some time to yourselves.”
My sweet little boy. He was just like his father, and nothing could make me prouder. “You’re a good boy, Jackson.”
We stood at the end of the sidewalk leading to the cabins. The kids were itching to get to their friends. We’d already helped carry their bags up, and they wanted to go see who they were bunking with this year.
Matteo reached for my hand, pulling me out from under Jackson’s arm and against his body. “I’ll keep your mom distracted so she doesn’t miss you guys too much.” He nodded toward their cabins. “Go on, have fun.”
Smiles lit up their faces as kisses and rushed good-byes fluttered all around us. Then they were gone, running out to where all the other kids were grouping.
“How do you plan to keep Mom distracted?” I asked, bumping my shoulder into Matteo’s arm as we headed back up the path toward the parking lot.
Matteo smirked as the rocks of the parking lot crunched under our feet. “Well, you heard the boy. You’re supposed to have fun and do things for yourself.” He clicked the button, unlocked the car, and opened the door. After I sat, he peaked his head in. “We did join a sex club a few weeks ago. There are plenty of ways we can have fun while the kids are away.”
I hadn’t thought about how much more we could explore with the kids not home. We were about to have eight weeks of living the no-kids life again and a new hobby. Things were about the get interesting.
Matteo got into the car, and his aura might as well have been the sun. “We’re meeting Adam for dinner, and then we’re going to the club.”
The squirm of my butt was involuntary. It was a new conditioned response already. The club meant pleasure. It meant another delicious evening, to join a handful of others, where Matteo made my body sing new notes. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
His eyes smoldered. A lightning storm crashed in their depths. “I think it’s time my cock becomes acquainted with your ass, no?”
A shiver danced down my back and fluttered deep in my womb.
Well, that was certainly one way to keep my mind off the kids.
Before we made our way to the club, we stopped to have dinner at one of the guys’ favorite bars and had a quick beer and burger.
Adam, Matteo’s best friend, told us about a structure fire his station put out last week while Matteo attempted to inch his fingertips under the skirt of my dress, trying to start a small blaze of his own. Adam seemed oblivious to me smacking away Matteo’s hand. Either that or he was too busy checking out the waitresses’ asses.
I’d known Adam as long as I’d known Matteo. He was one of Matteo’s two roommates when we started dating. Trevor, who lived in Napa Valley with his wife and two young daughters,
was the other guy. Those two were there when we found out we were going to have the twins. Trevor joked that he always thought it would be Adam who knocked someone up, not Matteo. Adam was the clichéd ladies’ man of the group.
He was friendly and had a healthy appetite for women. Adam wasn’t ready to settle down, and he was enjoying his life as it came. I couldn’t fault him for that. Especially since he was good-looking, single, and a firefighter, who was definitely calendar worthy. I understood the appeal. That also meant that his attention wasn’t solely focused on us which allowed Matteo to rub my clit through my panties under the table on several occasions.
Then we were on the way to the club where Matteo wanted to have anal sex.
I was impatient and nervy at the same time. We had only gone to the club a handful of times since we joined last month. Date night was our fun “sexy” time.
On those nights, and a few at home, we’d worked on making our way to anal. Just like I told the girls, so far, I’d liked everything. The fingers. The beads. The plugs.
Even still, the idea of a dick in my ass made me edgy.
Matteo broke the thick cone of silent anticipation. His voice was amused. “You seem a bit antsy over there, love?”
There was no point in lying. “I am.”
“Good thing we’re here.” His tone spoke of promises to come.
We headed straight for the bar as soon as we were inside. Matteo ordered a jack and coke for him and a long island for me.
I needed some alcohol to loosen me up. My neck felt coiled so tight it could snap.
We floated away from the bar, looking around until Matteo guided me toward the front of the room. “Let’s see what’s happening on the stage.”
We stood for a few minutes, watching the flogging session, but it wasn’t something Matteo or I were into. It didn’t get my juices flowing the same as watching a couple—or group—just go at it. It was their fervor and passion that made me wet, made me wanton. I wanted to feel the same bliss she was feeling.
Which was how we found ourselves finishing our drinks and heading down the exhibition hallway. It was a collection of rooms that left you exposed. There were doors, of course, but they were French style and typically left opened for people to see and or enter. Floor-to-ceiling glass panels framed the doors. A thick velvet curtain hung across the top. There was a button that slid them open. People could come in and sit in the chairs in the corners or on the sofa if they wanted to be up close. Or stand in the hall and watch from afar.
We checked it out on our second visit. I was mesmerized the whole time. Some couples allowed viewers to touch during the scenes. Some invited people in. I was turned on by it all.
A beautiful woman with curves I was entirely envious of was pressed between the chests of two men. Their hands were everywhere, her breasts, her pussy, her ass. She pulled her lips from the one man and laid her head back on the other as she moaned under their touch.
I stopped in front of the window and watched with fascination.
My core tightened. It was as though someone pulled my favorite porn genre out and brought it to life.
Matteo stepped up behind me. His fingers slipped under my skirt, making their way to my center. “Tell me what you’d feel if you were her?”
My breath hitched as he rolled my clit between his fingers. “I’d feel their touch. I’d feel their hands. Their mouths. Their breath ghosting across my skin. I’d hear their sounds and how much they want me. How much they enjoy my body.”
Matteo licked the shell of my ear and whispered, “What else?”
My knees buckled a bit, but I kept telling him my fantasy as he played with my body. “I’d feel the energy buzzing between them. I’d feel how hard their cocks are for me.”
He rubbed my clit with his thumb and sank two fingers into me. “How hard are they?”
“Like stone.” I panted, silently urging Matteo to moved faster, harder. I wanted to come. “I’d feel them everywhere. On my skin . . . in my pussy . . . in my mouth . . . in my ass.”
The men guided the woman to the bed in the middle of the room. One man lay in the center, and she climbed over him. He held his cock up, and she sank down on it, riding him. The other man nudged her down, and he licked her ass.
Matteo’s voice was thick with desire. “Does she like when he licks her ass?”
I nodded as the tempo of my slowly building orgasm increased. Matteo was finger fucking me while I imagined what it would be like to be the woman being double penetrated.
“Damn, love,” Matteo crooned as my orgasm broke and ran through my body. Watching that man slip into the woman’s ass and the ecstasy on her face shoved me right over the edge.
Matteo kept rubbing his fingers along the length of my slit. “Do you want to go into one of these rooms? Or the private ones?”
There were a few people hanging around watching. Another couple and a single man were down the hall a bit. There was another woman watching the threesome from inside the room. For a moment, I wondered if they were two couples and she was waiting for her turn. A pang of jealousy hit me for a quick second.
The room behind us was empty and I had no idea what was going on in the other rooms. All I knew was that I wanted to be watched. The idea of these people watching Matteo and me, us making them feel as heated as I did in that moment, made me feel powerful.
“Let’s go in the room behind us,” I told him as I tore my eyes away from the scene in front of me.
Matteo made me come with his mouth before he brought me back to the edge with his cock. I stood, bent over the bed, my ass on full display for those watching. He pushed in and out of me slowly as his fingers toyed with my tight hole, stretching it, driving me crazy.
He unsheathed his length from my pussy and licked me from bottom to top. His fingers scissored in my ass as he looked down at me and asked, “You ready?”
“Yes,” I practically begged. My voice was high-pitched and needy. He grabbed the lube and spread a healthy amount where he needed it.
As our eyes met again, the green of his eyes vanished. His pupils fully dilated, so all I could see was black. Over my shoulder, I watched as he lined himself up. His tip felt huge and hot at my entrance. I hissed as he pushed in just a bit.
“You okay?” He stopped his forward progress and spoke through gritted teeth as if he were experiencing the same discomfort I was.
It would only last until he fully entered me.
“Go,” I encouraged him. “Don’t stop unless I say so.”
It was the longest ten seconds of my life, but they were so damn worth it as he was finally in all the way. It was a different full feeling and a deeper pleasure. Matteo rubbed my clit with his thumb and slinked his middle finger back into my pussy.
He rocked into me, and my back arched, my eyes rolled, and I moaned. I heard a muttered, “Shit,” from the corner and glanced over to see a man jerking off on the couch.
Matteo noticed him too, and I felt the possessiveness in his motions kick up. His hips slammed a bit harder. His finger shoved a bit deeper, and his thumb moved a bit more forcefully.
“Yes, Matt. Yesss.” I purred as I hit the trifecta of orgasmic bliss. My clit, my pussy, and my ass all sang a beautiful melody together, taking my body to church as it worshiped at Matteo’s alter.
He chased his own release. He roared as he ripped his cock from me and turned me over just before he came. Hot jets of cum landed on my pussy, my stomach, and some even reached my tits.
Matteo bent over me, sank his hand into my hair, and yanked me toward him. His lips crashed onto mine. He was savage—consuming me as if I were the last morsel left on Earth.
“God, I fucking love you.” He growled into the kiss as he smeared his cum all over my pussy like a marking, which reminded me that we had voyeurs in the room.
When Matteo let me up for air, I glanced over at the sofa, only to find it empty. Over Matteo’s shoulder, I saw a man watching from outside. He raised an eyebrow and smirked
at me before heading off.
A half hour later, I smiled at my husband as we waited for the valet to bring our car up. “That was one hell of a distraction.”
He kissed the top of my head. “And I’ve eight more weeks of distractions to deliver. Think of the other ways we could have fun now.”
Chapter Fifteen
Natalie
The one thing that continually shocked me about my husband, was that through this whole exploration of sexual discovery he was so okay with doing whatever I wanted. It didn’t matter what or how insane it may sound to some. My husband was willing to try out anything I wanted while also adding his own little twists. Like tonight for instance. We didn’t come to the club with any one thing in mind. We came just wanting to try something new. But Matteo knew I wanted to explore having an audience and informed me he had something he wanted to do with me. That was it.
“Are you ready, Natalie?” Matteo asked. “I have big plans for you tonight, but we can do them without the audience if you’ve changed your mind.”
Last time we were down here, Matteo made my body sing under his touch. He commanded, and it obeyed. My pussy tightened just remembering it. Public sex added another layer to these club experiences for me. I could feel the difference in Matteo when we were in front of people. He became deeper and darker. That was the only way I could describe it. He was like a caveman claiming his woman. I loved it.
Matteo’s khakis look a tad tight in the crotch area. “Are you thinking about last time we were down here too?”
His gaze incinerated the remaining tension in my upper body as he looked over at me. “I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about it all week.” Something flared in his eyes. “You were so damn sexy.”
As soon as we entered the room, Matteo went right for the cabinet in the corner where all the club toys were kept.