Indulgence

by K. A. Berg

  The level of attention he must have been paying to me to notice those things was unsettling, but I tried to remember that he people-watched and was probably good at reading a situation.

  “Gerard.” He extended a hand, and I accepted. He had no five o’clock shadow on his pale skin. His hair was thinning a bit, and his eyes were dark and slightly too small for his features.

  “Natalie.”

  He scrubbed a hand across his chin. “I figured that, if we’re going to keep running into each other, I should at least introduce myself.”

  No one had really approached us in our time here. For the most part, we came, explored, and then left. Our goal wasn’t to make friends. I wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was for a situation like this, so I stuck with polite but not inviting as I turned my eyes back to my husband. This man had been listening to us in the sauna, had seen me naked, and had gotten off while watching Matteo and me.

  I almost wished that I could telepathically call Matteo back over to where I sat. Something about the way Gerard watched me was disconcerting. I didn’t feel it while in the midst of sex with Matt, but without the sex, I didn’t enjoy the way his attention made me feel.

  “The two of you put on a good show,” he commented as he looked Matteo over. A shiver ran down my spine when his focus shifted back to me. “Did you know your eyes melt like chocolate when you climax? You looked deep into me the last time I watched you come, and it was a gift. Thank you.”

  What the hell was I supposed to say to that? I didn’t look deep into shit with this man.

  I struggled to find a response, and after the silence had stretched well into the uncomfortable zone, Gerard shook his head and held up his hands innocently.

  “I’m sorry. I bet that sounded really unnerving. I didn’t mean to upset you. I truly only meant that as a compliment. I enjoy watching the two of you and wanted to at least introduce myself. I shouldn’t have approached you without your husband.”

  My shoulders relaxed. His interest was just mere curiosity. He didn’t want to peel off my skin and wear me as a dress. Or, at least, I didn’t think he did because he seemed sincere. He stood and tipped his head. “It was nice to meet you, Natalie. I’m so sorry I unsettled you. I hope that you won’t hold it against me.”

  When he finally backed away, my shoulders dropped just a bit, and I waved off his apology. “It’s all right. No harm. No foul. It was nice to meet you, Gerard.”

  He slipped away, turning down one of the halls, and I returned my attention to Matteo, who had finally retrieved our drinks from the bar. He handed over my Long Island and sipped his bourbon.

  “Who was that?”

  I sucked down a healthy gulp of my drink. “His name is Gerard. He’s watched us a few times and felt the need to introduce himself.”

  Matteo’s scoff was filled with teasing. “I leave you alone for five minutes, and you have suitors coming to try to win your affections.”

  “Suitors? Affections?” I laughed, almost spitting my drink across the velvety fabric of the tufted sofa. “What is this, the nineteenth century?”

  He shrugged unapologetic for his nerdy humor. I loved that he was who he was and owned it. I also loved that he had situated himself so that he could keep an eye on the hallway housing the swing room. He was just as ready for it as I was.

  This turned out to be the best kind of foreplay as we sat and daydreamed about what we were waiting to do. The images I was conjuring of being tied up in the swing might as well have been flicks of my clit with Matteo’s fingers.

  I was swollen and wet.

  Matteo turned his dark gaze to me. “I can smell how badly you need my cock, love.”

  I rubbed my thighs together, wishing I could create enough friction to take the edge off. It was almost as if the orgasm I had in the sauna never happened.

  He snickered as he shook his head. “I’ve definitely created a monster. What are you going to do when the kids come back and you can’t have cock every time you want it?”

  “I guess you have a month to fuck as much of it out of me as you can.” The tip of my tongue traced my lower lip. “Hopefully, tonight will be enough to hold me over until at least tomorrow afternoon.”

  A deep noise rumbled from Matt’s throat, as if he accepted the challenge. His focus flicked over my shoulder and then back. He spun me around in time to see two people exiting one of the rooms we were waiting for. “As soon as that room is cleaned, you’re going to see how much you can take. I may have to carry you out to the car when we’re done.”

  Two hours later, I did walk out. My legs felt like jelly, my vagina was swollen, and every molecule of my body was too warm, but . . . I walked out.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Natalie

  Cheers, hoots, and hollers along with the smell of sweat and beer filled the thick air as District 12 finished playing our favorite song. Matt managed to get tickets to the show they were playing at one of the bars in Tacoma. The place had a huge outside deck area they used for outdoor concerts. Lights were strung up everywhere under the wooden overhang that covered the deck, which gave off a rustic barn feel. Bodies melded together like the beat of the music.

  Matteo and I discovered this band back in college, and after the first time we heard them play, we were hooked. Their sound was a cross between No Doubt and The Chainsmokers, heavier on the Chainsmokers side, and we hadn’t seen them play in probably ten years.

  We danced, sang, and drank as though we were in college again—pre-knocked-up status, of course. I enjoyed the feel all of Matteo’s new gym muscles under the thin material of his T-shirt as we moved together. I tossed my arms around his neck, admiring his handsome face under the bright lights—his soft full lips, his sharp squared jaw, and the light scuff enhancing it—as he rolled his hips against mine.

  We’d already had a couple of beers, and even though I was having a great time, I was ready for more. I was craving some sexy time with Matteo. It had been a busy week at work prepping for the Portland opening and dealing with Bastien’s up-tight butt. I needed some destressing.

  The song finished, and Matteo leaned into my ear. “I’m going to get us another round.”

  Sounded good to me. I nodded and focused my attention back to the band as they fell into the intro of one of their more upbeat songs.

  Despite the loudness of the crowd, it was a more intimate performance. Maybe only about forty people. A new group joined the party on the dance floor as the song changed. The rather small space was packed and hot.

  A sticky arm bumped into mine. A petite blonde woman looked genuinely apologetic as she said, “I’m sorry.”

  She had big blue eyes that reminded me of a Disney princess. “It’s okay.” I smiled. My hand involuntarily went to her shoulder as I spoke. “I’m Natalie.”

  She looked over at my hand and smiled back. “Natalie, I’m Brooke.” She danced next to me, bumping me with her hip and encouraging me to dance along with her. “I love this song. It reminds me of my college days at UW.”

  “You went to UW?” I pointed at her and then to myself before squealing like a drunken college girl. “I went to UW. And I listened to them there too.”

  The alcohol, music, and small talk with the stranger had my smile so wide my cheeks hurt.

  Matteo returned with our drinks. A beer for him and Long Island for me. He looked at Brooke, who hadn’t noticed him yet because she was swaying to the music, which had switched over to top-forty hits while the band took a quick break.

  “Who’s your friend?” he asked.

  A rush of excitement bubbled up inside me as I tugged Brook closer to my side.

  “Matteo . . . this is Brooke. We just met and have a ton in common.” He smiled and nodded at her. “Brooke, this is my husband Matteo.”

  “It’s nice to meet you.” She ran her tongue across her bottom lip, clearly enjoying the view of my husband, and I giggled. Yeah, he looked delicious tonight. His jeans hugged his ass and thighs, and his T-
shirt looked shrink-wrapped around him. I couldn’t wait to get him naked later.

  The band returned, and as they took the stage again, they announced they were debuting a few new songs. The first one was sultry with a smooth tempo. Matteo sidled up behind me, pressing his front along my back as the lead singer crooned. Energy radiated from his pores as he started moving his hips again.

  After the band played their four new songs, their show ended, and the DJ pumped upbeat dance songs into the air.

  “Do you want to stay and dance?” Matteo asked.

  I was having way too much fun to call it a night, so I nodded, and Matteo hitched his thumb toward the bar. “I’ll go get us another round, okay?”

  Even though I agreed, I told myself it would be my last one. If I wanted to have phenomenal sex with my husband, I needed not to pass out before we got home.

  Brooke was still dancing right alongside me. I wondered if she had friends here somewhere, but figured she was a big girl. Brooke inched closer to my front. She leaned in and whispered, “You’re a lucky woman.”

  Following her line of sight, I saw she was watching Matt at the bar.

  “I am.”

  She started to dance, without stepping back. Our bodies were a mere inch apart as she placed her hands on my bare shoulders. Goose bumps pranced across my skin. Brooke’s close proximity did strange things to my body. Her fingers swept up from my shoulder to my neck as she caressed my skin.

  Matteo’s heated stare burned from across the floor. My gaze locked with his as he watched intently. Something in the air shifted as Brooke closed what little space had been left between us. My focus never left Matteo as her soft lips pressed against mine.

  My eyes closed as Brooke’s tongue swept along my bottom lip before she delved deeper, tasting my mouth. Her hands cradled my face. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Matteo adjusting his crotch.

  He was hard watching me kiss another woman.

  She sucked on my tongue, and I moaned into her mouth.

  When Matteo returned with our drinks, his hard-on was visible, and that made me happy. Brooke pulled back, ending the kiss. Her smile was bright, and her eyes were hooded as she looked at me.

  A surrealness washed over me as I accepted my drink from Matteo and took a long pull on the straw. I had just kissed another woman for the first time. I liked it. My nipples were at attention. Matteo was hard. Brooke looked turned on.

  Brooke danced in front of me, and Matteo danced behind me. We moved together in a cohesive current until long after my drink was gone. I gave myself over to all the heady sensations of feeling Matteo and Brooke sandwiching me. I felt sexy and confident—like I owned the room.

  Brooke grabbed my hand and placed it on her hip, inviting me to touch her. Matteo had his hands on my hips, but dropped one, allowing me to follow Brooke’s lead.

  She inched her finger under the soft material of my top. Matteo’s erection pressed into my ass as he watched everything unfold.

  Maybe it was time to take care of some of Matteo’s fantasies. He hadn’t flat out said he wanted a threesome with another woman, but he was a man, and what man didn’t want to see two women together?

  Neither my body nor my mind seemed to have any qualms with Brooke’s touch.

  The charge in the air seemed to grow more electrified with each passing song, and finally, I couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Do you want to take this somewhere private?” I asked Brooke.

  I looked back over my shoulder at Matteo and found no objection.

  Brooke looked transfixed as she nodded and her eyes slide down my body, pausing on my cleavage before zeroing in on Matt’s hand on my hip. Then she was taking in my husband, her eyes glinting with interest.

  Brooke and I held hands and laughed together about nothing really as we waited on the corner for our Uber to arrive.

  Excitement brewed in my chest as I caught the heated stares Matteo kept tossing my way. He was loving the dynamic between Brooke and me.

  There was a moment of panic over the thought of having sex with another woman. I’d never done it before. I’d never kissed a woman, let alone gone down on one. Recently, I’d done a lot of things I’d never done before and there were few, if any, that I didn’t embrace with enthusiasm. So, I wasn’t sure why this caused a spike of panic, but it did.

  Matteo almost choked on air and Brooke giggled. “It isn’t as hard as you think,” she said matter-of-factly. “Just do to me what you like done to you.”

  Matteo laughed again before leaning down and whispering, “You were thinking out loud, love.”

  Oops.

  Our car pulled up, and we all piled into the back seat. Touching and light kissing filled the twenty-minute ride to the house. None of us paid attention to the driver, who was a middle-aged man who clearly got more than he bargained for.

  Brooke pressed her lips to mine. Then I dragged mine from hers to Matteo’s.

  We arrived at the house, and as we exited, the driver called out, “Have a good night.”

  The flutters wormed their way back into my tummy as we entered the house, but as soon as the door closed, they were gone because Matteo shoved me against the solid wood, kissing the shit out of me in a way that was definitely not suitable for public.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Matteo

  Watching Natalie touch and kiss Brooke had me teetering on the edge. My wife was fucking hot as hell. I tried not to get too excited because I wasn’t sure where things were going. Natalie was the one who wanted to let things play out on their own, so I followed her lead with this. It was her show. She invited this woman here for a reason.

  But at the end of the day, I was still a guy. One who wanted to watch two women together.

  My cock ached at the thought.

  I slammed Nat into the door as soon as it closed behind us. I needed to feel her heat.

  “The two of you are straight fire together,” Brooke commented as she watched us without shame. She was a tiny thing with short blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her chest rose and fell in quick breaths. Her nipples were hard under her almost see-through tank top.

  Natalie snaked a hand out and grabbed Brooke’s, bringing her closer to us. She leaned away from me and pressed her lips against the other woman’s. Natalie licked into Brooke’s mouth, making her moan and grip Nat’s hip.

  She pulled back and then grasped Brooke’s jaw, guiding her mouth to mine. “Taste him.”

  Brooke’s lips were wet and pillow-y. They were bigger than Natalie’s, and for a moment, it felt weird kissing someone who wasn’t my wife. Then Nat’s hand was cupping my rock-hard dick and stroking me over my clothing. My mouth opened on a groan, and Brooke took full advantage, consuming my mouth.

  Natalie leaned forward and pressed her lips into ours. Three tongues tangled together, and hands started roaming. Brooke ran her hand up Natalie’s back as Nat slipped her hand under my shirt and traced the dips and rises of my abs.

  I pulled back from the kiss first. Natalie and Brooke remained kissing for a moment before separating. Since Natalie was in charge of this endeavor, we waited for her next move.

  She yanked her top over her head, dropping it in the entryway. She sauntered into the living room, heading toward the hallway with a little extra sway in her hips. She pulled different articles of clothing off as she went. Brooke followed her like an obedient puppy, leaving me as the caboose as the two of them stripped on their way to the bedroom.

  The two girls hopped onto the bed as I entered the bedroom. Brooke leaned in and kissed Natalie as she guided her back. Her lips trailed from Nat’s mouth down to her shoulder then her breast. I slowly removed my clothing as I watched them with rapt attention. As soon as my dick was free, I stroked my length.

  Natalie’s head was close enough to the edge of the mattress that she could easily take my cock while Brooke toyed with her nipples. I wanted her mouth on me.

  Nat’s eyes locked on mine, and she could clearly read my need.


  Her voice was filled with lust as she spoke. “Let me suck you.”

  The head of my cock slipped passed her lips. She ran her tongue around the crest as Brooke shifted again, moving her attention down my wife’s body.

  Natalie moaned around my cock as Brooke’s tongue found her clit. The sound tugged on my balls.

  Watching this woman go down on Natalie was incredible. I wanted to watch her make Nat fall apart. “Make her come,” I ordered because I couldn’t help myself.

  Brooke looked up; her eyes zeroed in on the way Nat licked the underside of my dick. Her hands caressed Natalie’s torso and over her stomach until she reached her pussy. Her gaze was still firmly planted on my cock in Nat’s mouth. Fingers danced over Nat’s mound before they disappeared inside her.

  Nat’s mouth opened, moans spilling out and vibrating my cock in the back of her throat.

  “You like having her eat your pussy, love?”

  She nodded.

  “Doesn’t she taste good, Brooke?”

  Brooke angled her head so I could see her tongue lick a long line from bottom to top before she said, “Delicious. I want to taste your cum, Natalie.”

  She squirmed as Brooke’s lips sealed over her clit, and she sucked hard. Natalie’s back arched up off the bed.

  It wouldn’t take much more for me to come either. My senses were on overload. I pulled my length from Natalie’s mouth and bent to ravage her lips, swallowing her cries of pleasure as Brooke ate her through the orgasm.

  “I need to be buried deep inside you, Natalie,” I told her. “What do you think about taking care of Brooke while I make you come on my cock?”

  I thought she might balk at the idea, considering what she said at the concert, but she nodded, almost eagerly. Her lips tipped up at Brooke, and they switched positions.

  Brooke lying across the bed with Nat kneeling between her legs with her ass in the air was not only porn worthy but also put my wife at the perfect height for my cock.