by Anita Kidesu
“At the time, I was freaked out. I guess it’s different knowing someone is seeing me nearly naked and having someone secretly watching.”
“What do you think about it now?”
Josie wiggled her ass against his cock. “Kinda exciting. You?”
At the time, he’d been too worried about getting caught, but now it seemed he had a voyeur side he hadn’t been aware of. “Me, too. I wonder why he didn’t tell us he was there.”
“I think he did. Remember when I asked if you’d heard something? I thought for sure someone coughed, but I was so caught up in the moment, I thought I’d imagined it.”
Carson smoothed her hair. “I didn’t hear anything. Anyway, it was probably an old geezer, getting his thrills for the year.”
Josie didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and he thought she’d fallen asleep. His jaw cracked when he yawned. They needed to get some sleep. Keeping her in his arms, he scooted down the bed and snuggled them under the blankets.
“Do you think this makes us weirdos? Creeps? Sexual deviants?” she asked as he was about to succumb to sleep.
Carson squeezed her into his side. “No, we’re not perverts.”
Or maybe they were. He’d never thought about having sex in front of others and didn’t know where the idea had come from. He’d certainly never entertained the idea of having another person in bed with them. His heart picked up speed when he recalled his earlier vision of another man making love to his wife. Would this be something she’d agree to? She hadn’t actually said she wanted to be in a ménage, only that she first thought about it today. Why not? They were being honest with each other.
Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “Which would turn you on more—having someone watch us or having another man in bed with us?”
She didn’t answer right away. Sweat broke out on his brow. Had he pushed her too far and messed up the best thing in his life?
“Both,” she finally said, her voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear her. “I can’t imagine what people would think if they knew.”
“What a person or couple does in the bedroom is no one’s business but their own. If they’re not hurting anyone, what harm is it?” Was she really thinking about a ménage? Could he be so lucky? The idea of another man making love to his wife set his body on fire. But hell, with their luck, they’d get a ticket simply for thinking of such a thing. “Would you consider us being in a ménage?”
Her nod was barely perceptible. “Yes,” she whispered. “As long as it’s with another man. I don’t think I could handle having you make love to another woman.”
Holy crap. He let out a ragged breath. Fist pumping in the air probably wasn’t a good thing to do right now, but the idea of letting another man please his wife was almost more than he could handle. “I never understood a man being with two women, anyway. One penis, two pussies? The numbers don’t compute.”
Josie giggled then yawned.
Carson rolled over and settled into his favorite position—his crotch against her ass, a hand on her breast. “Let’s get some sleep so we’re rested for tomorrow. I want to do some banana boating and snorkeling.”
Before he fell asleep, he added, “Your turn tomorrow.”
“For what?”
“To surprise me.”
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Throughout the next day as Carson and Josie did the touristy water things, she thought about what to do to surprise him. The idea that he would be game to a ménage ran through her mind over and over, to the point she had trouble concentrating on what they were doing. Her body was in a constant state of arousal. At least she could chalk her pebbled nipples up to the cool ocean breeze.
How did one go about finding a person to join them? Search the Internet? They certainly couldn’t go around asking random men. The way things had been going so far, they’d probably end up with an undercover policeman and be arrested for solicitation.
Josie couldn’t do anything about it today anyway, so since it was her turn to come up with a surprise for the night, she’d better turn her mind from a ménage to what to do for the evening. Inspiration finally struck on how to surprise her husband. At lunch, she’d seen several flyers for Valentine’s Day dances. Since the day landed on Sunday this year, bars and restaurants were holding their events on Friday and Saturday nights.
As Carson sang an off-key song in the shower, a plan formed in her mind. She dried her hair and glanced at the bedside clock. They were scheduled for supper at six. Afterward, she would send him across the bridge to buy what she needed for the night. Then…
Chapter Eight
After eating at the hotel restaurant, Josie and Carson left the building. Hand-in-hand, they walked to the parking lot.
“Why do you need wine and chocolate and this other stuff?”
“It’s a surprise.” She pushed him toward their car. “Just go get the items on the list and come back to the hotel.”
Like he’d read her mind, his eyes lit up. Josie wanted to snicker. The man couldn’t have any idea what she was planning.
Once he left, she rushed up to their room, tore off her tank top and shorts, and took a knee-length, multi-colored sundress from the closet and prepared herself for the night.
Padded half-cups meant she didn’t need to wear a bra. They pushed up her breasts, helped give her some cleavage. The low-cut dress barely covered half her boobs, the thin straps the only thing keeping her from being completely exposed. She hesitated in front of the mirror. Did she dare wear something so provocative in public? She shrugged. Heck, she’d seen more revealing clothes since coming here.
Sandals with three-inch heels made her calves look sleek. She picked up a thong and tossed it back on the bed. What the hell, commando on top, commando on the bottom. The material was thick enough so no one would be able to tell she was completely naked.
After dabbing some of Carson’s favorite perfume at her ears and wrists, she picked up her purse and headed for the door.
“Damn. Almost forgot the note,” she said, turning back to the room.
Using the hotel’s stationery she wrote: Put the wine on ice and leave the rest on the bed. Meet me where we had lunch today. Pretend you don’t know me. Try to pick me up. I’ll be waiting.
After placing the note on the bed, she slipped on a thong. She wasn’t quite ready to go completely nude after all. Even the little slip of material offered some sense of protection. Baby steps.
An hour later, Josie glanced in the bar mirror at the crowd behind her. Where was Carson? While sipping her mixed drink, she kept glancing at the door. Why had she thought it was a good idea coming into a bar dressed like she was? And why were there so many men and women here alone? She lost count of the number of men who had approached her, using the most ridiculous pick-up lines. At times, she barely held back a laugh. Where were all the couples?
The place was decorated for a Valentine’s dance. Hearts. Cupids. Flowers. Candles barely illuminated the dim bar. More groups of women came in the door. Before they had a chance to sit and order a drink, men were on them like wolves on a dead deer. Where were all the couples?
Josie couldn’t stand it anymore and flagged down the bartender. “Where are all the couples? What kind of dance is this, anyway?”
The man leered at her breasts. “What kind of dance do you want it to be, honey?”
She lifted his chin with her finger so he looked her in the eye. If one more man, besides her husband, stared at her breasts like they were dying for a taste, she’d give them a piece of her mind. “Just answer my question.”
“It’s a singles’ dance for those who don’t have anyone for Valentine’s Day but don’t want to be alone at a couples’ dance. We do this every year. It works well. A few people who met here even ended up getting hitched.” He shrugged as he wiped the bar. “Mainly it’s a way for people to hook up for the night.” He stared at her breasts again. “You know, to keep the loneliness away on this day set aside for lovers.�
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Huh. Guess she went to the wrong bar. She’d bet the last quarter in her purse that these men and women weren’t looking for love but a roll in the hay. But who was she to pass judgment? Just because she was looking for a roll in the hay with her husband didn’t make her right nor them wrong.
The bartender gave her boobs another long look before leaving her to wait on a couple of men who were eyeing two women sitting at the end of the bar. They didn’t notice the bartender take their twenty for two beers without leaving change. Josie needed to make sure to count her money the rest of the night and tell Carson to do the same.
As she checked her watch again, another man came to the bar and sat on the stool to her left. She didn’t get a good look at him, but he smelled delicious. Exotic, giving her images of warm beaches, naked men, and sex. Some men simply knew how to smell like a man. No overdone cologne or mouthwash. While Carson didn’t wear cologne, he did use a body wash that mixed well with his natural scent. She loved it.
But whatever this man was wearing sent heavenly messages straight to her core. She refrained from turning and sniffing him from head to foot. Who cared what he looked like when he smelled so good?
He turned to her. “Something wrong?”
Had he heard her breathe him in? “No. Should there be?”
He sipped his beer and watched her in the mirror. She met his gaze. Good Lord in heaven, the man was devastating. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Surely, her boobs should be bouncing to its beat.
Probably in his late thirties, like her and Carson. Thick, dark hair curled to his shoulders, which were broad and filled out his T-shirt. His five-o’clock shadow showed a few flecks of white. She couldn’t tell from his reflection, but she thought his eyes were green.
Twin dimples deepened when he grinned at her. “Like what you see?”
Josie snapped out of perusal of this man. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked you if you liked what you saw.” He turned in his chair to face her. “I certainly like what I see.”
Kudos to a man who could say that without looking at her boobs.
“Um…” Geez, couldn’t she come up with anything better than that?
“Eric,” he said, holding out his hand.
“Um…um. Josie.” She accepted his hand. Electric shocks swept through her.
“So, you stepping out on your husband?”
What? “Uh. No. Why would you ask that?”
He nodded to her left hand. “Looks like a wedding ring to me.”
Josie held her ring finger up. Oh, yeah, she had a husband. One she loved dearly. One who’d better get his ass here. Pronto.
She choked back a laugh. “I am married. I’m meeting Carson here. I thought this was a couples’ dance. Obviously, I got the wrong bar. This works out better anyway, seeing as we’re pretending we’ve never met.”
She laughed. Oh, man, she was babbling like an idiot. Why was she telling a complete stranger their plans?
“A way to spice up your marriage?” His deep voice rumbled through her, and his grin sent those shocks through her again. If her body kept this up, her thong would be wet in no time.
“Something like that. We’re having a child-free week. Experiencing different things.” Oh, Lord, she was babbling again. This man—she checked his ringless left hand—probably couldn’t care less about the sex life of a married couple.
“I believe a couple should experiment. Try different positions. Role play.” He raised his eyebrows and stared into her eyes. “Have sex in different places.”
What the heck did that mean? A vision of Eric’s large body wrapped around hers on the bar flashed through her mind. She took a deep drink of her mojito. Carson had damn well better get here soon.
“Is that your husband?”
Josie followed his line of sight and was relieved to see her husband standing at the door, looking around the bar. Relief washed through her. She raised her hand to wave him over but remembered her plan.
Ignoring her, Carson sat at the bar two stools away. She caught his reflection in the mirror. He glanced from her to Eric and back again.
“Well, I’ll leave you two love birds to your fun tonight.” He stuck out his hand again. “It’s been a pleasure talking with you, Josie.”
If Eric held her hand a little longer than necessary, it was probably all in her head. He took his beer, moved a few stools down, and turned his attention to the television.
Over the top of her drink, she glanced between the man she’d just met and the one she’d been with for more than half her life. In her mind, they were equally handsome. Carson was as tall and buff as Eric. She knew what her husband did to her, in bed and out. She couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, but what was this intense reaction to another man? Why would she want to jump his bones? She met Carson’s eyes in the mirror.
Her stomach jumped, pulse spiked, and pussy woke up and yelled hello! Eric brought out a raw sexual craving in her. Carson brought love, hot sex, and security. What the hell was wrong with her?
Carson picked up his beer and settled on the stool beside her. If Eric hadn’t moved, she’d be cocooned between two testosterone-filled, sexy men. What a thought.
“Mind if I join you?” Carson asked, his deep voice sending ripples of pleasure through her.
“Sure.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman here.” He nodded at her glass. “Care for another drink?”
“I’m not sure I should accept one from a complete stranger, but sure.”
He held out his hand. “Carson Sandberg.”
His fingers caressed her palm. Fire surged through her. “Josie. Where you from, Carson?”
“Who cares as long as I end up with you.”
Josie giggled. “Oh, that’s a new one.”
Carson ran a finger along her forearm. “So, you’ve heard many lines tonight?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve heard.” She batted her eyes at him. “This sounds conceited, but so many men have come on to me tonight, I’ve lost count.”
His eyes narrowed. “Oh, I believe it, all right.”
Was he jealous? He leaned into her, his special scent teasing her senses. Josie realized it was the same as Eric’s, only on Carson, it was different. Not different bad, but different—wow. Had her husband changed body wash?
“Can we stop here for a minute, Josie? I’m confused about something.”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Why were there men coming on to you? I thought this was a couples’ party.” He looked around the room. “But there don’t seem to be too many couples here.”
Heat rose from her chest to her face. “Um, I made a mistake. There are several dances tonight. I mixed up the bars. This is actually a singles’ event.”
“So, when you came in here with your breasts nearly falling out of your dress—which I like by the way—these men thought you were here for a pick-up?”
“Yep. The only one who didn’t ogle my boobs was that man down there.” She bent her head toward Eric. “Him. Eric.”
“Is he gay?”
“I don’t think so. He didn’t give off that kind of vibe.”
Carson caressed a finger over the top of her breast and put a hand on her bare thigh. Josie’s shiver went from her scalp to her toes. Her nipples pebbled. She swore her pussy sparked.
“Like that?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“What type of vibe?” he asked, his hand sliding up her leg.
“Honestly?”
“Always.”
“Like the vibe I get from you. Hot. Sexy. Erotic.”
“Hmm.” Carson peered around her to the man sitting a few chairs from them. “He’s been watching us in the mirror ever since I came into the bar and he moved. Does he know I’m your husband?”
“Yes.”
Carson skimmed his hand higher up her leg. His fingers itched to touch her pussy. He glanced at Eric again. He had to admit the man wa
s good-looking. Josie’s face was flushed. From him? From Eric? From both of them?
Carson’s balls tingled. “Are you wearing anything underneath your dress?”
“Just a thong.”
He thought he heard his cock whimper. He took the stir straw from Josie’s glass and, watching Eric in the mirror, let some of the drink dribble on her breast. He smiled at her quick breath. Eric’s eyes followed the moisture as it ran down the curve of her skin. He swiped his tongue over his lips, glanced at Carson, and then averted his eyes.
“I wish I could lick this off you right here, right now.”
“Me, too,” she whispered. “This is so erotic, doing this in public, knowing someone may be watching.”
“Someone is. He wants you.”
“Who?”
“Eric.” Carson glided the stick back and forth over her bare skin, coming closer to her nipple each time. “He’s watching us. Watching you.”
When Eric’s eyes met his wife’s in the mirror, he could feel the vibrations flowing between them. If he had to guess, his wife wanted Eric, too. Why would that thought turn his cock into a rod of steel? Shouldn’t he be ready to pop the man in the nose for lusting after his wife? But what man wouldn’t want his wife? She was gorgeous, sexy as hell, and hot, hot, hot in bed.
Carson ran the straw into the top of her dress, flicking it back and forth over her nipple.
She closed her eyes. A whimper escaped between her lips. “You’d better stop, or I’ll come right here, right now.”
“Wouldn’t that be interesting?” His hand crept closer to her pussy.
She stopped him. “No, Carson.”
Josie was so close to coming and in public, too. While she realized she enjoyed a little voyeurism, having an orgasm in front of others was not something she wanted. She opened her eyes and slapped her hand on Carson’s arm.
Half her nipple was peeking out from her dress. A glance around the bar showed that no one was paying attention to them—except Eric. Even though he was on his cell phone, his sight was trained on her chest, on the methodical way Carson was caressing her breast with the straw.
Eric raised his eyes and met her gaze in the mirror. They seemed to melt into hers. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily. She broke his hold and glanced at his crotch. Carson was right. Eric wanted her. If the bulge in his pants was evidence of that, then the damp spot on her skirt under her pussy was evidence of hers. She wanted him and Carson both. At. The. Same. Time.