by Anne Lange
“OK,” Tyler said. “Let’s go in then.”
Before Tyler could react, the door opened and two people wandered out—an attractive middle-aged coupled in their mid-to-late forties. The man wore black leather pants and a tight black cotton shirt. The woman wore a dark-purple, sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline. She was attractive, but had fake boobs—or so Connor assumed because he thought they looked too perky for her age. The guy had a young Sean Connery thing going for him.
“They’re setting up for a new scene, if you’re interested.” The man spoke to Tyler, but his gaze roved over Angela, pausing at her breasts before continuing down to her painted toes. The wife checked out both Connor and Tyler. Then Connor noticed a quick subtle exchange between the two.
“If you’re interested in sharing,” the woman said, “let us know.”
“Not tonight, but thank you,” Tyler responded. Connor nodded as the two passed him, the woman turning to check him out from behind.
“Connor?” Angela’s soft question caught his attention. “You coming?”
“You think I’d miss out on an opportunity to watch you watch somebody else doing something kinky? Not on your life, honey. In fact, I’m guessing you’ll be so turned on by what you see that you’ll be begging us to fuck you before we leave the premises.”
Angela’s eyes grew big and round. Her pupils darkened.
“Sweetheart,” Connor went on, “once we’re in there, you let us know if you need any…assistance…and we’ll be more than happy to ensure you’re taken care of.”
“In here? We can’t do anything in here. We’re here to watch another couple.”
“Angela, in this building, we can do pretty much what we want, almost anywhere we want.” He crowded in close, pushing her back up against Tyler’s wall of a chest. “If you feel the need to let us take you in there, in the dark, while that other couple does their thing, say the word. The only rule is you have to be quiet. We wouldn’t want to interrupt the performers.”
* * *
Interrupt the performers? Angela had no real clue about what she’d see, but she had no plans to let Connor or Tyler have sex with her in a room among other people. No way.
They entered a dark theater-style room, with a raised platform stage at one end. At the moment, heavy burgundy curtains closed it off, but she sensed people moving behind them. The rest of the floor held a variety of short sofas and a credenza stood against the wall on either side. Candles flickered, giving off a soft scent of vanilla, offering just enough light to allow the voyeurs in the room to find a seat. Wall sconces offered additional lighting, but they too were dimmed.
Angela could see stacks of what looked like white hand towels on one end of each credenza with a wicker basket beside them. From where she stood, she couldn’t see what the baskets contained.
A few people lounged in the seating, waiting and talking in hushed tones. Tyler tugged her along behind him to a soft, plush love seat where he settled her between him and Connor. They had a central view of the stage. She realized the seating had been staggered to afford everyone an optimum view.
More people filed in. It would seem people liked to watch this sort of thing. The room was more than half full when the curtains opened, lighting up the stage before them and plunging their side of the room into darkness.
Angela stifled a gasp. A woman, whom she guessed to be in her mid-to-late thirties, lay lengthwise and face down on what appeared to be a workout bench, facing away from the audience. She wore a blindfold and nothing else. What looked like blue rope tied her hands down along the front legs of the bench. Her legs straddled it, exposing her pussy and ass to the audience, her ankles bound to the bench with red rope.
At her head stood a muscular, gorgeous specimen of a man with military-short dark hair. A second man, stood near her rear, just as impressive, with longer blond hair. Both were tall, broad in the chest, and wore tight leather pants that hugged their thighs. And it wasn’t only their chests that were impressive.
The first man rubbed his crotch and leered down at the woman. The second walked over to a table against the wall. A number of items lay there. Angela couldn’t make them out from her vantage point, but he picked up something that resembled a horse’s tail. Turning to face the crowd, he held the grip in one hand and pulled the strands through his other. Reaching the end, he jerked his wrists out, snapping it taught. Angela gulped.
He made the few short strides required to place him back near the bound woman. Standing at her side, holding his arm straight out over her back, he trailed the wisps of leather down the length of her spine. Not much more than the very tips grazed her skin. She twitched. Did it tickle? Angela held her breath, as did everyone else in the room. Not a whisper disturbed the silence.
When the man lifted his arm back and flicked his wrist, the whirl whistled through the room as the strands circled and fell, slapping against the woman’s back. Angela expected the smack of leather on flesh to elicit a screech of pain. Instead, a light slap reached her ears. The woman shivered in response.
He alternated between soft swats and dragging the tails over her back. He never aimed for the same spot twice in a row. When he started increasing the speed and the impact, Angela tensed, waiting for the woman to cry out. But, instead, she moaned and arched into the touch as much as her bonds allowed.
Angela shifted her attention to the dark-haired man. He had released his cock from his pants and stroked his length mere inches from the woman’s face. From where they sat, Angela could see her nostrils flare. In excitement? Or, could she smell him?
Intent on the scene playing before them, Angela barely registered her men beside her, though she felt their hands trailing up and down her thighs.
The woman’s gasp drew her back to see the blond flick the tails against her pussy. Then he bent down until he was eye level with her ass and pushed a finger into the woman’s vagina, pumping it in and out with ease. Then two fingers.
The scent of the woman’s arousal wafted from the stage down to the viewers. Angela imagined she heard the woman’s juices as she sucked the man’s fingers into her body. She could feel her own begin to flow, and she spread her legs a little.
When the man flipped the flogger around and pushed the handle inside the woman’s pussy, using it like a dildo, Angela’s low moan echoed the woman’s.
The man standing near the woman’s head, stepped forward, and grabbed hold of her hair. “Open,” he commanded.
Angela wanted to open her mouth too. The man urged his hard length into the woman’s waiting mouth, shoving all the way, stopping when his balls tapped against her chin. He patted her hair, his gentle stroking a direct contrast to his rough entry. Placing a hand on either side of her head, he held her face still, pulled his hips back and then edged forward, again. He continued to fuck her mouth in firm, long strokes, going deep every time. She moaned around this cock.
The other guy fucked her pussy with the flogger.
“No coming, darling. Not until I say so.”
The woman whined with her mouth full, pushing back against the intrusion. The man with the flogger slapped her ass hard enough to leave a clear, red hand print. She wiggled her rear.
Tyler drew circles on Angela’s thigh, working his way closer to her crotch. Connor did the same on the other leg. It worked to distract her. How they managed to do that and still concentrate on what the three people were doing astonished her. She had to focus on one or the other. Maybe that’s how they managed to remove her thong without her knowing until they each dragged one of her legs to hang over theirs, spreading her wide open. She knew she was about to go against her earlier pledge, regardless of the fact that they were in a room full of strangers.
“Suck my cock.”
On the stage, the man removed the flogger. The woman whimpered.
The one thrusting his cock in her mouth tapped her cheek. “Never mind what he’s doing. I didn’t say you could stop.”
The blond man undid his
pants, removed his own shaft and snuggled up close to her behind. Without preamble, he grabbed the woman’s hips and rammed inside her. The two men now owned her. One in her mouth, the other in her pussy. They fucked her hard. Pounding into her from both ends, their thrusts rocking her body forward and back between them. Tied to the bench, she could do nothing but take it. Her groans echoed around the room, mingled with their male grunts. The scent of sex filled the air.
Angela stole a glance around the room. More than half the couples engaged in some form of discreet sexual act. Additional people had crowded into the room and lined the walls. She happened to snag the heated look of a tall bald man. He winked.
Tyler’s fingers probed her. First one, then two pushed their way inside. “God, baby, you’re sopping wet,” he whispered in her ear.
She had no idea watching this would turn her on so much, or so quick.
“Connor, feel this.” Tyler removed his hand so Connor could cop a feel. He growled low in his throat.
When Connor tugged her hair, forcing her to turn and look at him, Angela almost whimpered herself. But then his tongue forced its way past her lips. She sucked on it while Tyler pumped his fingers in and out of her, his entry and withdrawal slow but purposeful. Then Connor reached down, and tapped her clit.
She almost exploded. Good God. Receiving visual, audio, and physical stimulation at the same time catapulted her close to the edge much sooner than she’d expected.
“It’s OK to come, Angie.” Tyler’s whisper tickled her ear. She let her head drop back. Connor attacked her exposed throat, navigating straight to the sensitive spot below her ear. He continued to play with her clit while her husband fucked her with his fingers. Then they each latched onto her neck. One on each side.
Overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations, she vibrated. A hard masculine grunt came from the lower half of the room, followed by a keening wail. It would seem the woman had finally been given permission to come.
Angela followed suit. As she opened her mouth, Tyler tilted her chin his way and captured her lips with his, swallowing her cry.
Connor eased up, but didn’t remove his hand. Tyler slowed the thrusting of his fingers. Both came to complete rest when she stopped mewling and slumped back into the softness of the leather.
She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, but when she opened her eyes, the room had emptied except for them and the threesome on the stage. The woman, untied and blindfold removed, sat on the blond man’s lap while he smoothed his hands up and down her arms and legs, as though warming her. Her head lay back on his shoulders. She looked exhausted, but a smile of satisfaction played around her mouth. The dark-haired guy glanced up and caught Angela’s stare. A grin quirked across his lips.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he called out, the deep sexy timbre rolling over her, causing her skin to tingle. She felt her cheeks heat. “Don’t worry, pet, that’s what this is all about.” He flashed a smile, and Angela flushed again.
“Ready to see more of the club?” Tyler’s voice broke the spell. She heard amusement in his voice.
* * *
Tyler needed to find relief. He pressed his hand against his hard-on, trying to coax it into submission. Watching Angie come apart in their arms while she watched the other woman do the same with the two Doms had fucking rocked his world. She had melted into a puddle for them, and if he hadn’t kissed her when he did, the entire building would have known it. A quick glance over her head confirmed his suspicions that Connor suffered, too. The man squirmed.
“More of the club, or are you ready to head home?”
Angela turned lust-hazed eyes in his direction.
Tyler chuckled. “Home it is. But once we get there, you are not getting away from us.” He nodded at Connor. “We’re so fucking horny right now, I can’t guarantee we won’t stop along the way for a quickie.”
Connor’s moan of pain had Angela’s head whipping around.
“Are you OK?” She reached out to run her fingers along his upper leg, but his hand shot out, stopping her.
“I can wait, but not if you touch me right now. I’m with Ty. Let’s get out of here. Here, want this?” He held up his hand, her black thong twirling in circles around his finger. She snatched it from him and scrunched it into a ball in the palm of her hand.
“Let’s go,” she said. “What we did here was…well…awesome, but I need to feel you inside me. Both of you.”
Tyler stood and reached for his wife’s hand, pulling her up beside him. The forward momentum kept her moving until she plastered herself against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. When he loosened his grip, she spun and gave the same treatment to Connor.
“Homeward bound, people.” From behind, Tyler urged them out of the room, down the hall and then down the stairs to the side entrance. Outside, he sucked in a lungful of fresh night air. Connor did the same. Each grasping one of Angela’s hands, they headed to their vehicle, passing a few couples heading in to begin their evening.
Out on the highway, Tyler grew concerned about the lack of conversation. “You OK, honey?”
“Yes.”
“Are you embarrassed about what happened?” He remembered the beautiful glow of her skin, the entranced look on her face, the desire in her eyes.
“Not embarrassed, no. Well, a little, I guess.” She shrugged.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Connor leaned forward from where he sat behind her in the back seat. “What happened at that club, watching you fall apart like that, was one of sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.”
“Really? Don’t you feel at least a little awkward about doing that with other people in the room, able to see and hear us?”
“Nope.”
“Hell no.”
“Angie, honey, you looked so fucking beautiful tonight. You came all over my fingers. You screamed in my mouth. You heard another woman doing the same. How can you be ashamed about that?”
“I’m a little weirded out that other people were in the same room and saw what we were doing.”
“Yes, I’m sure they knew what we were doing, but they couldn’t see too much, honey. We blocked most of the view. We kept you as quiet as possible. And the threesome on the stage commanded most of the attention. Believe me, any sounds or images we provided ramped up the atmosphere both for the people on the stage and the others watching.” He took his eyes off the road for the few seconds he needed to convince her, looking straight into her eyes. “And don’t kid yourself. We weren’t the only ones in the room getting off on it.”
“So can we wait until we get home?” Connor asked from the backseat of the car.
“I’d prefer to wait, if you don’t mind,” Angela said.
“I can, and will, do anything your little heart desires.”
“Thank you,” she mumbled. “I want both of you, and the…um…supplies are at home.”
Connor’s growl of need competed against Tyler’s own.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Hello, Connor.”
“Cindy, what the hell are you doing here?” Intuition had warned him not to open the front door. He glanced over his shoulder. Tyler and Angela were in the kitchen, eating breakfast. After getting home from the club, they’d spent the rest of the night fucking like bunnies. They’d taken her in every way possible, and still he’d wanted more. He couldn’t get enough.
Connor’s gaze swung back to his unwanted visitor.
“I looked for you at your place, but a neighbor said I might find you here.” Curiosity settled over Cindy’s face. Then she slinked forward and smoothed her hands up his chest. “Are you glad to see me?” she purred.
Connor stepped out onto the porch, forcing her back a few steps. He tugged the door closed behind him. “What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” He hissed each word between clenched teeth.
Cindy all but stomped her foot. He could see the gears clinking as she decided which approach might work best.
“A
fter you so rudely continued to hang up on me, I had to go to my father. Daddy told me where I could find you.”
And why the hell would the old man have done that? Or was he trying to manipulate Connor again? If Connor didn’t go back to her, would the project come to an end? And what about endorsement for the loan and the reference he needed?
“I missed you, baby. I wanted to give you another chance.” Cindy pouted.
Give him another chance? More like she wanted him to give her another chance.
“Cindy, I’m not interested. I told you that over a year ago.”
“But you didn’t mean it.”
Connor closed his eyes, wincing, and wished he could block the whine of her voice. God that sound grated on his nerves. He shuddered at the notion of listening to it every day for the rest of his life.
Cindy took the opportunity to inch close again, pressing her chest to his. Long ago the touch of her nipples on his skin had the power to make his dick hard. Not anymore. No interest whatsoever. Not even a twinge.
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. She clung, digging her claws into his forearms. “Look Cindy. What we had ended a long time ago. I’ve moved on. Fuck, I moved cities. And I thought you did, too. What happened to Derek?” Connor ground his teeth thinking about the man he used to trust.
She relaxed her grip and uttered a dramatic sigh. “We broke up. He’s not the man I thought he was. He’s not the one I want, Connor. I want you. You make me happy. And, I know I can make you happy, too.” She trailed a manicured nail down the center of his torso, stopping above the button on his jeans. “You remember, don’t you, baby?”
And yet, she held no remorse for ruining Connor’s life at the time. His reflexes kicked in and he grabbed her wrist before her hand cupped him. Behind him, the door opened.
“Oh, hello. Can I help you?”
Angela’s surprised question had Cindy backing up two steps. Anger filled her face. Her eyes glittered.