by Anne Lange
He didn’t want to waste a minute. Tyler wanted to show Angela how incredible it could be. But first, she needed to relax.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The first thing to hit her senses was the sound of people talking in low tones, punctuated with sexy, low-throated laughs, and the murmurs of lovers as they cuddled in corners and on the dance floor.
Angela couldn’t tell if her imagination conjured up the sounds or if her ears became ultra-sensitive the moment they crossed the threshold. She gazed around the room. It seemed different at night. People filled the space, making it appear smaller and more intimate than it had the other day. Centerpiece candles provided a soft glow across the tables. The music, low and suggestive, encouraged couples onto the dance floor, where they swayed together as though they were the only ones in the room.
At the back, a group of people milled around the bar. Although she couldn’t see everyone in the darkened room, those closest to her were well dressed, not a patch of denim in sight. The women looked sexy but elegant, the men handsome.
Tyler gripped her elbow and leaned in to speak, his breath tickling her ear. “Let’s get a drink and find a table.”
She nodded, and followed him across the room. Connor stayed close. She could feel the heat of his body at her back. When they reached the bar, her husband looked to her, his brow raised.
“White wine is fine.”
He shifted closer to the bartender to place her order, requesting beers for him and Connor. When he turned around, he had her glass of wine in one hand.
She took it and tipped it to her mouth for a sip while she looked out over the room.
“There’s a table over there that appears empty. Why don’t we grab it while we can?” Connor indicated the table and began heading in that direction.
Remaining silent, Angela followed him, knowing her husband would be right behind her. Few people paid them any attention as they passed, engrossed in their own world. Those who did acknowledge them offered polite, friendly smiles.
Once she was settled at the small round table, Angela laid her clutch down but held tight to her wine glass. She sipped while she scanned the room.
“Ah, honey? You want me to get you another drink?”
Angela blinked and looked down at her glass. Empty. Oops. “Please. I promise to go slower this time.”
He chuckled and retraced their steps to the bar.
Connor’s hand settled on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Relax, Angela. This place isn’t the pub. Nothing’s going to happen here. Not in this crowd.”
“I’m OK. Honest,” she assured him.
His look said he didn’t believe her. “You look like you swallowed something sour.”
“I’m a little nervous.”
Connor reached for her hand and twined their fingers together. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Promise. If you want to sit here all night and observe, that’s what we’ll do. Although, I would like at least one dance with you.”
His soothing smile and the softness in his eyes quieted her racing heart. She took a deep breath, leaned over and kissed him.
“I’ll be fine, Connor. And yes, I will most definitely dance with you tonight.” She contemplated the people and the activity around her. “This is a lot to take in. I have to admit, it’s not what I was expecting.”
Tyler re-joined them, slipping into the empty seat on her other side, just as a familiar voice rang out from behind her, laced with amusement. “What were you expecting?”
Angela spun around. “Tammy, I’m so happy to see you.” She stood and hugged her friend, taking note of the super short, all revealing dress that Tammy wore. “Hi Scott.” He wore black dress pants and a tight black cotton polo shirt, accenting his fine upper body.
Scott gave her an admiring once-over. “You look beautiful tonight, Angela. But I’m curious to hear the answer to my wife’s question.”
She let out a small giggle as she reclaimed her seat. “Honestly, I expected to walk into an orgy. At the very least, a room full of naked people. I think a small part of me is disappointed.” Angela laughed and met her friends’ eyes. “This is much classier than I thought it would be. I mean, I see a few almost-naked bodies, but I actually have to search for them. I see women looking and behaving racy for their partners. I see men appreciating the women they see. It’s not lecherous, or humiliating, or sleazy in any way. It’s just a group of people out for an evening of fun and conversation.”
“Well put.” Tammy held up her wine glass, clinking it against Angela’s and then taking a sip. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you about this?”
She waved away her friend’s look of concern with a mock pout. “You could have at least dished the scrumptious goods on Gabe McBride.”
“Hey.” Both Tyler and Connor gave her feigned gestures of resentment.
She patted each of their chests and winked at Tammy. Scott laughed.
Angela surveyed the room, trying not to stare at any couple or group in particular, but curiosity won. Most seemed to be in their age bracket, but she spotted a few younger couples, which surprised her. She also noticed some older. One couple she guessed to be in their mid-fifties had eyes for no-one but each other, and the woman rocked the low-cut, hip-hugging dress she wore. Angela hoped she looked as sexy at that age.
“Don’t be fooled, Angela,” Scott said. This place is all about sex in some way, shape or form. For some it’s as simple as confirming that they’re still attractive. For others it’s about having sex with somebody—perhaps a spouse, perhaps not. And for those into the edgier side of things, it’s about something else entirely, but pleasure is the common denominator—both given and received.”
“He’s right, sweetheart.” Tyler scaled his hand up one of her thighs, inching her dress up a slight bit higher on her leg, running the tip of his finger under the hem. “And believe me—believe us,” he included Connor, “we’re here to show you just how sexy you are. I can say, with one hundred percent certainty, we want to have sex with you.”
Angela gulped.
“Whether we do it here or at home later is up to you,” Tyler went on. “But make no mistake, it’s definitely on tonight’s agenda.” His voice had grown deeper with each word until the last was followed by a throaty growl.
A shiver of anticipation raced over Angela’s skin, sparking various nerve endings to life. Her pussy pulsed and wept. How far would she let them go here at the club?
“Come on, babe, dance with me.” Connor managed to pry her fingers away from her drink. He set it on the table and pulled her to her feet.
“Tyler?”
“You two go ahead. I’ll get my turn later.”
“Will I see you later, Tammy?”
“Probably, but if not, we’ll catch up. Have fun tonight. You guys deserve it.” Tammy hugged her before she and Scott wandered off.
Angela followed behind Connor. He didn’t take her into the middle, to get lost in the crowd. Instead, he stopped at the edge of the floor, and turned to face her. They were somewhat separated from the other couples. Anybody and everybody could watch them dancing, but nobody seemed to pay them any interest. He hauled her up close to his chest, and speared his fingers into her hair, tilting her head back to accommodate the onslaught of his kiss.
After what seemed an eternity he released her lips, a soft groan falling from his. He released his hold on her head and ran his hands down her back. He cupped her bottom in a possessive hold.
“You look fucking hot in this dress,” he growled.
She smiled. “Thank you.” She looked around them, wondering if she knew anybody or if she’d recognize somebody. Her boss at work maybe? Or a couple from down the street?
The sultry dance music inspired couples to press close to one another. Two women moved onto the floor near them. The older one, an attractive redhead, winked at her and smiled before turning her focus to her partner, a petit younger brunette. The redhead skimmed her hands over the other wom
an’s breasts before leaning close to whisper something in her ear that caused the brunette to groan.
Connor nipped Angela’s earlobe, gaining her attention. “I can’t wait to taste you. To lick your juices from between your thighs. And to slide my cock deep inside you. To feel your pussy hugging me like a glove two sizes too small.”
God, she’d melt if he kept talking like this. Lessons learned for next trip to the club—bring spare panties, or none at all.
Connor kept not a breadth of space between them. She felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her tummy. His hands dipped under her dress and massaged her ass cheeks. His lips nuzzled her neck and every now and then his tongue swiped the perspiration away. She arched, tipping her head to the side granting him easier access.
A second pair of hands wrapped around her from behind, working their way between her and Connor’s bodies, coming up under her breasts to cradle them, thumbs sweeping back and forth across her nipples. Beneath the material of the dress, they hardened, aching for somebody’s hot mouth. The warmth against her back and the scent of his cologne confirmed her husband’s presence. Besides, she knew Connor would never have let a stranger near enough to accost her again.
“I couldn’t wait. Watching the two of you has me hard and ready to burst, and it’s only been two songs.”
Angela stiffened, worried somebody would say something now that the three of them danced together. When no crude comments emerged from the darkened corners, she looked closer at the people surrounding them. They were not the only group on the floor. Small groups of three and four danced and caressed each other.
A foursome danced together, the women face-to-face, the men behind them. The women were locked in a sensual kiss while their partners curled around them, their hands stroking up and down the women’s bodies.
A younger, attractive couple moved to their own music. Her back to his front as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her ass against the fly of his pants. His large hands cupped her displayed breasts. Behind him, another man clad in black leather pants swayed, his hands caressing the back and arms of the first man.
Nobody pointed at her and called her a slut or said she was disgusting for being with two men.
Angela relaxed and concentrated on the guys. They moved to the music, tangled together through another sensual beat. Sandwiched between the two of them, they kept her on her feet. Connor ground his pelvis against hers, while Tyler ground his against her backside. One pair of hands stroked up and down her thighs, hiking her dress up over her hips, the other cuddled her breasts, tugging the material down to display her nipples, though nobody could see with her front so snug to Connor’s.
“I suggest we check out a couple of the rooms upstairs before I bend you over right here and fuck you from behind.” Tyler had bared her cheeks and tucked his stiff cock between them, rotating his hips, pressing harder.
“Good idea.” Connor released her into Tyler’s waiting arms. He held her tight for a moment while she caught her breath.
“Sound like a plan, honey? Want to go look upstairs?”
Upstairs, there was a possibility she’d see people having sex. What would it be like to watch somebody else? What would it be like to be watched?
She met expectant stares. “Let’s go.”
They each took a hand and led her toward the doors, side-stepping around couples on the dance floor. At the base of the stairs, Gabe intercepted them.
“Good evening, folks. I’m glad to see you made it out tonight. Are you having a good time?” He looked straight at Angela, as though assessing and anticipating her response.
“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a tad overwhelming.”
He nodded as though he understood. “Not surprising.” He glanced up and over her shoulder, appeared to see somebody he knew, and motioned them over. “I want you to meet my brothers. Kyle, Kade, this is Tyler and Angela O’Neil and their friend Connor Jones. It’s their first visit to The Vault.”
Angela turned and almost dropped to her knees. Holy crap. Wendy hadn’t been kidding. This pair could melt a woman’s panties off with one hot, hungry look. Standing next to Gabe, they made a fierce, but smoldering front. The identical men were two of the most gorgeous she’d ever laid eyes on. Tyler and Connor were handsome, but these two—wow.
On closer inspection, she noticed little differences between the twins. Kade’s eyes held a playful glint, while Kyle wore a more serious expression, similar to Gabe’s but not as intense. Angela could only imagine the trouble these three had caused growing up. Their poor mother must have been holding girls back with a broom.
“I’m Kade. It’s nice to meet you.” One of the men stepped forward, shook hands with Connor and Tyler and, with a glance at Tyler first, he took Angela’s left hand, raised it to his mouth, and pressed a kiss above her wedding ring.
Kyle stepped forward, shook all of their hands and stepped back, clearly the more reserved of the two. “Are you thinking of checking out the upstairs?” he asked.
“We were.” Tyler wrapped his arm around Angela’s waist. “We wanted to poke around a bit, get a feel for the place. So far, we’re very impressed.”
“Thank you, but that’s not me or Kade. This is all Gabe’s handiwork.”
“We hang out and indulge when the mood strikes.” Kade smacked his older brother on the back. “Gabe here prefers things done a certain way. So we try to stay out of his path.”
Gabe grunted. “On that note, I’ll go make sure the food has been put out. Boys,” he glanced to his brothers, “could you please split up between the other floors and make sure there are no problems?”
After his brothers bid farewell, Gabe addressed the three of them. “Folks, enjoy the rest of your evening. Feel free to ask questions of any staff member. I hope we’ll see you again.”
He walked away and Angela once again faced the next part of her night. Standing at the bottom of the winding staircase, she looked up. People strolled around up there. A few made their way down the stairs, smiling and nodding a polite hello as they passed.
It was now or never. She sucked in a deep breath and placed a foot on the bottom stair. Time to see what this place was really all about.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Mesmerized by Angela’s ass swaying back and forth with each step, Connor trailed behind her up the stairs. He clenched his teeth at the image of her swollen lips rubbing against each other with each movement. His balls ached with desire. He wanted to grab her around the waist, splay her out right there on the stairs, and attack her sweet pussy. He could almost taste her spicy juice.
At the top, she stuttered to a stop, and he caught himself in time to avoid bumping into her. Through the set of doors straight ahead, he could see an older couple with a younger woman making out on the couch. The man sat with one arm spread out along the back of a brown leather love seat, his head flung back, while a woman, whom Connor assumed to be his wife, knelt between his legs, giving him a blow job. The younger woman snuggled next to him, flicking her tongue over his nipples, on display between the lapels of his suit jacket and unbuttoned white dress shirt.
Tyler grabbed Angela’s hand and tugged her down the hall to the right. Connor followed. They passed a small crowd of people gathered at an open doorway. Connor peaked over their heads to see a group of four splayed out on a bed. One woman lay on her back, head turned to the side, licking a guy’s balls, while the other woman went down on her, and the second guy fucked her from behind. He could hear their groans and grunts, and the slap of bare flesh as guy number two picked up speed.
“Do you want to watch this, or try another room?”
Connor looked down at Angela to assess her reaction to Tyler’s question. Her wide eyes, startled expression, and the O-shape of her mouth almost made him laugh out loud. “Why don’t we check out the other areas,” he suggested.
“Um, sure, OK,” she whispered.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, Connor turned her bod
y so they could continue on their journey, but her head stayed glued to the right, her eyes stuck on the scene playing out on the other side of the wall. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Does the idea of being in there, being watched, excite you?”
She trembled beneath his touch. “I…I don’t know.”
“I’d love to have other people watching us,” he said. His cock hardened inside his pants. “But, there’s plenty more to see.”
He managed to get her feet to move, hurrying a few steps to catch up with Tyler, who waited for them at the door at the end of this hall.
“Here’s a room where we can sit and watch a scene being played out.”
“What do you mean a scene?”
“People will conduct a mild scene. Almost like a play. Often, it’s a Dom and his sub, or multiples of either. Whoever is in control has a plan in mind for what he or she wants to do and they make it happen. I don’t expect they would last too long, but allowing enough time to build up the sexual tension until they achieve their goal. People watch them. It can be very erotic.”
“I thought that stuff happened downstairs.”
“Up here is lighter play—to give people a taste of it. The more serious scenes happen in The Vault.”
“How do you know all this?”
Connor couldn’t sense if she was curious or concerned about her husband’s knowledge.
“When I ran into Scott and Tammy at the bar, we had a quick chat.”
“Oh. Well, um…I think I’d like to see that. I mean, I’ve never thought about it, but I think it would be interesting.”
Connor’s deep chuckle resonated through his chest, and fell from his lips. The other two turned, questioning looks on their faces. Between Tyler’s memorized-speech approach to feeling her out, and Angela sounding as though she were considering which type of movie to see or book to read, he couldn’t help but laugh. He’d bet his paycheck any of the acts she’d see here, would make her wet and horny as hell.