Sensation Fantasies 1

by Knight, Kimberly

  Kiera smirked. “I like the new Ward.”

  I chuckled. “Is that right?”

  “One night at a sex club has done the trick. I can’t wait to see what happens after next weekend.”

  I grinned. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

  Taking Kiera’s hand again, we continued down the sidewalk and spotted Dom and a few other firefighters in line to get in. “Lieu!” Dom shouted when he saw me.

  “Hey,” I greeted, and we all gave brief man hugs with handshakes.

  “Hey, Kiera,” Dom greeted her with a hug.

  “It’s good to see you all again.”

  We didn’t have to stand in line for long. The doors finally opened, and after they scanned our tickets, we all grabbed a drink before heading to the front row to wait for the show to start. I had to chuckle to myself because when we entered the room that had the stage, it was lit in a red glow.

  “Remind you of a certain place?” I whispered into Kiera’s ear as we got closer to the front.

  Sensation had red lights whereas El Rey had red walls. It was still similar. There were even crystal chandeliers on the ceiling like the mansion in Beverly Hills. It made me wonder if Vaughn had a hand in picking the venue. Maybe his bandmates were members, and Kiera and I hadn’t seen them when we were there? Maybe that was why a woman came up to whisper into his ear before he’d walked off. He was a rock star after all. There was no telling what they did on the road. Sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll, right?

  Kiera smirked. “Yep.”

  We found our seat in the front row. “Are you a fan?” Shelly asked Kiera. Shelly was Dom’s girlfriend and in her twenties, and maybe not the brightest out of the bunch given her question.

  “Of course. I wouldn’t have wanted to come if I wasn’t,” Kiera replied. “We’re not used to being out this late.” Except at Sensation when we were out until three in the morning.

  Shelly smiled. “They’re one of my favorite bands. I know all of their songs.”

  “Me too,” Kiera agreed.

  Tonight was going to be amazing.

  I could feel it.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Kiera

  The lights dimmed and screams pierced the air as we stood and cheered.

  It was time.

  My heart started to race at the thought that at any moment, Vaughn would walk out onto the stage in front of me. Would he see me? Would he recognize me? I started to worry he wouldn’t remember me, and the thought made me feel … sad. There was something about having your crush know that you existed. There was also something about having your husband feed the fire … his approval … his desire to make me happy. We both knew that, whatever happened, we’d go home together. If Ward had the opportunity to meet Amanda Bennett, he wouldn’t hesitate. And I wouldn’t either. We had a strong marriage, and we were working on making it stronger.

  The lights went out, the entire room and stage in total darkness. The cheers continued, and then the strum of a guitar started to play, and my belly clenched. Slowly, another guitar entered the song and the drums. The lead singer began to sing the slow ballad about missing someone. The lights started to come back on, and my vision focused, seeing the four-man rock band within mere feet of me.

  Ward pulled me in front of him, resting his chin on my shoulder as he sang the words. My attention focused on Vaughn as his hands slid over the cords of his guitar.

  Hands I wanted to feel if they were calloused from his playing.

  Hands I wanted to feel slide across my body like they were the strings he was working expertly.

  Hands I wanted to stroke me, but I didn’t want to do it one on one.

  I wanted Ward there too.

  I wanted to see the desire in my husband’s eyes as he watched me with Vaughn.

  I wanted to watch my husband stroke his cock while watching me with Vaughn.

  And then, I wanted him to join in, both of the men taking me at the same time.

  If we saw Vaughn again at Sensation, maybe my fantasy would become a reality. I wasn’t sure if Ward would be okay with me having sex with another man, or even joining in, but the idea made my panties wet thinking about it. What would it feel like to have four strong hands caressing me? Stroking me? Petting me? Rubbing me? What would it feel like to have two cocks inside of me? Filling me to the point where I would swear I was going to split in half?

  Ward and I saw plenty of people with multiple partners at Sensation. Could we do that? Could we share ourselves sexually and be okay? It was easy to fantasize about being with Ward and Vaughn at the same time, but could I actually go through with it—if it were a possibility?

  The song ended, and the lead singer, James Fields, greeted us. “Hello, LA!” Cheers erupted, and he continued, “The guys and I wanted to express how grateful we are that you all could come tonight to kick off our west coast tour.” More cheers. “Thank you for being a part of our dreams and helping them become realities. We have a few new songs we want to play for you tonight. We hope you enjoy them.”

  More cheers sounded—including my own—and Vaughn started to play again. I turned and wrapped my arms around Ward’s neck.

  “Thank you for this.”

  He grinned. “You’re welcome.”

  I pressed my lips to his, kissing him. I didn’t pay much attention to the song playing because Ward deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue with mine. He tasted like whiskey and Coke and forever.

  “Get a room!” Dominic shouted over the bass of the music.

  Ward broke our lips apart and looked at Dominic. “Fuck off.”

  Everyone laughed, and I turned around, my gaze moving to the guitarist who had seen me up close and personal. My gaze moved from his hands that were working the strings of his instrument, up to his T-shirt clad chest, to his lips that had whispered into my ear, and to his gray eyes that were staring at me.

  I froze in Ward’s arms as I stared back at Vaughn. He smiled, I smiled, and then he winked. Did that mean he remembered me? Remembered us? Remembered what my face looked like as Ward made me come?

  “He’s looking at us,” Ward said into my ear.

  I nodded, not taking my gaze off of Vaughn.

  “Do you think he’s remembering what your pussy looks like with my fingers deep inside it?”

  I shrugged slightly, feeling Ward’s hand graze across my bare stomach.

  “Do you think he’d move closer if my hand slipped inside your jeans?”

  I shrugged again, feeling Ward’s hand go lower, slip inside the top of my jeans, and pop the button.

  He turned us slightly away from his co-workers but not enough that we couldn’t see the man with the long and flowing hair staring at us from up on the stage. “Do you wanna find out?”

  I nodded, feeling Ward’s hand go even lower, slipping into my panties and straight for my heat. I was burning with the thought that someone—besides Vaughn—would see what was happening. It was exhilarating.

  Ward slid a finger along my slit. “I think it’s safe to say being watched turns you on, baby.”

  I nodded again.

  “But is it because of the man watching us, or the thought of more than just him catching us?”

  “B—oth,” I moaned, Ward’s finger going inside of me.

  “Christ, you’re soaked.” He started to pump his fingers. “I like the new Kiera.”

  I supposed I was “new” as I had said to Ward earlier about being the new Ward. Or maybe this was us all along, but we hadn’t ever expressed our interest in exhibitionism. I wasn’t sure, but it was exciting to have a secret.

  His fingers seemed to take over the beat of the music as white lights illuminated the stage. Vaughn was still staring at us, not missing any cords as he continued to strum with the song. I closed my eyes, listening to the music and focusing on the feeling of my husband behind me. We started to sway, people around us singing along with James and the rest of the band. I knew we were shielded some by the turn of our bodies and the darkness of being in th
e audience, but at the same time, it excited me to think Dominic or his girlfriend might see us. It would only take a glance to their left for them to see Ward’s hand down my pants.

  Ward’s tongue traced the slope of my neck, going up and nipping my earlobe. I could feel how hard he was as his erection pressed into my ass, and I started to rub against him as we continued to sway to the music.

  The song blended with another, and I opened my eyes, wanting to know if Vaughn was still watching. When I did, his gray gaze was focused on us, and I sucked in a breath. I was close. So close that my mouth started to water, my belly started to tighten, and then I came. Ward held me tight against him, stilling my ass from grinding on his erection as I rode out my orgasm around his fingers.

  “Were you staring at Vaughn as you came, baby?”

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “So was I.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Ward

  Who the hell were we? I swear Kiera and I were different people than we were a month ago. Or maybe we were always these people and were now coming out of our shells? I wasn’t sure, but I loved it.

  Fingering my wife while my co-workers were inches from us was a high of sorts, and I loved it. I also loved that Vaughn was staring at us. That once again he’d had a front-row view of me finger fucking my wife. And, I had to hand it to the guy, he hadn’t missed a strum the entire time.

  And neither had I.

  After the concert was over, Vaughn didn’t call us backstage. I didn’t think he would, though I had hoped for Kiera’s sake. That would have been the icing on the cake for our night out. Instead, the icing on the cake was my cum sprayed on her tits, in her mouth, and deep inside her pussy.

  It was an unforgettable night.

  So would be our night at Sensation.

  “Do you think Vaughn will be there tonight?” Kiera asked as we got dressed to go. I was wearing the same tux—the only tux I had. She was dressed in a short, sleeveless, silver number that I couldn’t wait to see her out of.

  I grabbed my phone and searched for their tour dates. “I don’t think so. They had a show at eight in Fresno, and one tomorrow in Sacramento.”

  “Oh.” She sighed.

  “You want him to watch again?” I set my phone down and went back to tying my bowtie.

  She hesitated before responding, “Or more.”

  “More?” I furrowed my brows. Kiera took a deep breath as though she was nervous to actually speak what was on her mind. “More as in you want him to touch you?” I asked for her.

  She shrugged. “Maybe.”

  “Taste you?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Fuck you?”

  Kiera’s cheeks turned pink. “Would that be okay?”

  Since the first night at Sensation, I had been thinking about it, but would I really be okay with it if it came down to it? “Honestly, I’m not sure.”

  “Oh.” She blew out a breath.

  I stepped over to her and pulled her into my arms. She gazed up at me, and I kissed her forehead. “But let’s see what happens. Maybe when I’m worked up and in the moment, I’ll be up for it.”

  “With Vaughn or any guy?”

  “Vaughn,” I clarified. “Even though we haven’t had a full conversation with the guy, I think we have some sort of connection with him. At least on our side since he’s watched us twice.”

  Kiera smirked. “So, you think he’s hot too?”

  I chuckled, throwing my head back. “No, baby. I just want you to live out all of your fantasies.”

  “You do?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “I want the same for you too.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Of course. What’s your fantasy?”

  I thought for a moment. “Honestly, it’s to make you happy and do whatever you want to do.”

  “Oh, come on.” Kiera shoved at my chest playfully, but I didn’t budge. “Tell me what it is.”

  I grinned. “Well, of course, I wouldn’t mind being with you and another woman.”

  “Of course.” She smiled.

  “But, like I said, I think we have a connection with Vaughn, and if he approaches us and wants to join, I’ll do whatever you want to do. If we end up joining the club, and we find a woman we connect with, then we’ll see if we want to be with her.”

  “Well, Vaughn isn’t even in town tonight, so I don’t think he’ll be approaching us.”

  “If we join, then maybe.”

  “Are you leaning that way?”

  I lifted a shoulder. “Maybe. I have to admit that this last month has been amazing.”

  She smiled and kissed my lips softly. “It has, huh?”

  “Yeah. Are we sex club people?”

  Kiera snorted. “Maybe.” Her phone buzzed, and she broke out of my arms and grabbed it. “They’re almost here.”

  “Then get your heels on, baby. We need to go find out, for sure, if we’re sex club people.”

  When we arrived at Sensation, Booker and Peyton got us in, and then we all went to do our own thing. Kiera and I went to the bar first thing and got a drink, and then we walked around as though Sensation was an exhibit. I supposed it was in a way.

  “Peyton told me that the owner sits in a winged-back chair with a woman on a leash. Want to find him?” Kiera asked.

  “A woman on a leash?”

  “Like a sub.”

  “Right, but people just stand around and watch him sit with a woman on a leash?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think we should check out everything we can before we make a decision.”

  I smirked. “I like your thinking.”

  We didn’t have to look for long. A group of people was in a semi-circle in what I assumed was meant to be the living room. From what I could see through the group of people, there was a man in a winged-back chair in front of the fireplace, and Kiera was right: he had a woman on a leash at his feet.

  “I don’t get it,” I stated, and took a sip of my whiskey.

  “Me either,” Kiera agreed.

  “It’s to let everyone know the submissive isn’t single.” I looked next to me to see Vaughn standing beside me. My eyes widened, and I looked over at Kiera. She, too, had her eyes wide.

  “The submissive’s collar and leash are highly symbolic,” Vaughn continued over the music playing throughout the house. “Being led on a leash makes many submissive people feel comforted and gives them a strong sense of belonging. Some experience humiliation, but that doesn’t stop it from being a positive, sexual experience. Leading a submissive on a leash can make a dominant very proud of their partner, and give them a strong sense of ownership and responsibility.”

  I looked over at Kiera and then back to Vaughn. “So, it’s role-playing?”

  “Of course.”

  We were silent as we stared at the guy in the chair through gaps between people. Vaughn was taller than me and probably had a better view. I still didn’t understand why people were just watching a fully clothed man and a woman on a leash.

  “He usually does demonstrations,” Vaughn stated a few moments later.

  “Demonstrations?” I questioned.

  “His art.”

  I blinked. I’d never been into BDSM before, and honestly, I had no clue what Vaughn was talking about, but I didn’t want to sound like an idiot so, I just replied, “Oh, right.”

  Vaughn grinned and turned his attention back to—the show. I supposed it was a show. I took another sip of my whiskey and looked over at my mute wife. I gave her a look to fucking talk to the guy. Kiera took a big gulp of her vodka and cranberry, and before she replied, Vaughn spoke again.

  “Did you two enjoy the show last weekend?”

  “We did,” Kiera replied with a smile. “We actually thought you weren’t coming tonight because of your tour.”

  Vaughn smirked. “I never miss a night at Sensation. It was only a thirty-minute flight from Fresno, and I came straight here.” He turned and faced us instead
of the demonstration. “But, my show last Saturday wasn’t as good as the one happening in the front row.” Kiera choked on her cocktail, and Vaughn grinned wider. “Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart.”

  Holy shit. Was it about to happen? I knew my wife fantasized about it, and I had told her that I wanted to fulfill her fantasies, but could I let it happen? Could I watch another man pleasure my wife? Could I join in? Whenever I fantasized about threesomes, it was always with another woman, not another man. But this was Kiera, and this was Sensation, and this was where people came to spice things up or live out their deepest, darkest desires.

  Kiera and I locked eyes, and I smiled at her, trying to show her that whatever she wanted to do, I would be okay with it. “Not being shy,” Kiera replied.

  He stepped closer to her. “Then, are you going to let me join this time?”

  She swallowed and then breathed, “Yes.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Kiera

  My heart was racing as Vaughn took another step closer, the red glow for the lights making his white tuxedo shirt look pink. My gaze moved to Ward to see if he was truly okay with what was about to happen. I was, and my body was on fire.

  Ward gave me a slight nod, and then my gaze moved upward just as Vaughn cupped my cheek, and his lips came down upon mine. They felt foreign at first as they pressed against my own because I hadn’t kissed someone else besides Ward in over seventeen years. Hadn’t wanted to until now. I did want to kiss Vaughn—and I was—but only because my husband was standing next to me and giving me his approval.

  This was about sex and not feelings.

  This was about finding out what made us tick.

  This was about Ward and me, and Vaughn happened to be the person helping us discover who we were sexually. Plus, the thought of having two strong, sexy as hell men pleasuring me at the same time was making me all hot and bothered.

  Vaughn licked the seam of my lips, and I opened for him. As his tongue slipped inside, I reached my hand out for Ward. I wanted my husband to know we were in this together, and my focus was on him too and not only of the man kissing me. Ward moved closer as he took my hand and then he kissed the back of it. I relaxed a little, melting more as Vaughn deepened the kiss, causing me to moan. He was an excellent kisser, but it felt as though that just by his kiss, things were progressing at a rapid rate, and even though I was open to having a threesome with him and my husband, I wasn’t ready to have it in a room full of people. No matter if others were fucking around us.