Being the gentleman that made her fall in love with him, Grant went over to each couple and shook their hands. Zora found it odd that after he shook Garland’s hand, she had to nod her head before Evan could shake Grant’s hand. The same reaction came from Brax and Lynia.
Zora followed him in shaking their hands as well. She winced after shaking Garland’s hand. The woman’s powerful grip crushed her fingers together so that the ring she wore on her middle finger cut into Zora’s other digits.
Brax didn’t mash her hand like Garland although he did hold her hand longer than she thought he should. He maintained eye contact with her until she pulled back and sought shelter next to Grant.
“Please, have a seat.” Art gestured toward a love seat on the opposite side of the room from where the other two couples sat.
The couch didn’t look inviting or even comfortable. As soon as Zora sat down on it, she marveled at how it cushioned her backside. Grant wrapped a protective arm around her and held her close when he sat down. She got the impression he felt the room contained a bevy of sharks, swimming around her, ready to take a bite.
Art sat in a large, white wingback chair that could have doubled for a throne. As though she was used to sitting that way even when they were alone, Winta sat on his lap. The short dress she wore threatened to uncover her ass as she crossed her legs.
Zora noticed how Grant shot his gaze over to her so as not to take in Winta’s peep show. The woman’s attire made Zora survey her wardrobe choice for the evening. Decked out in a white, sleeveless shirt with black embroidery around the V-neck, and a long wrap-around skirt that went down to her ankles, Zora didn’t exactly feel overdressed, especially next to Garland. With Winta, she looked more like a church organist in comparison.
Even with the difference in attire, Zora enjoyed the way Grant admired the other women. She didn’t know where that reaction came from except for the fact that sexual energy filled the room.
“Where are my manners?” Art began. “Would you two like something to drink?”
“Since I don’t have to drive home, a beer would be nice,” Grant answered.
He tried hard to look his host in the eyes but in his peripheral vision he caught Winta’s long, velvety-looking legs going up her short skirt. Grant swallowed, trying to keep away the thought that she could be without panties under it.
“I guess a beer will do for me too,” Zora said with a polite sigh.
“But that’s not what you want,” Brax piped in.
His voice bellowed deeper than Grant thought it would.
“But it’s okay. I don’t mind a beer.” Zora waved her hands. She always hated when people fussed over her.
Grant smoothed his hand up and down her arm to calm her.
“What do you like, Zora?” Garland asked. Her voice came out as smooth as slow-dripping honey.
Grant squirmed in his seat when the richness of her voice reached his ears. He didn’t know what it was about Garland that struck him. Even with her smooth, white skin and full lips, he didn’t find her particularly attractive. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t sexy. Something about her made him want to keep staring. Something about her countenance said that no matter what happened around her, she didn’t give a shit what other people thought of her. That kind of self-assurance was always a turn-on.
“I love Amaretto Sours but it’s so rare that anyone actually buys that and stocks it in their homes. So a beer is okay.”
Art patted his wife’s backside like a signal to stand. She did and then he rose. With a confident gait and a smile that rivaled any car salesman’s, he went to Zora.
“Taste this.” He held his glass to her.
Zora furrowed her eyebrows and glanced at Grant before she made any moves. She just met this man and she’d seen him drinking from the glass. Despite what Grant thought, she wasn’t overly cautious. But she didn’t want to drink after someone she didn’t know.
“I’m clean. I promise you. Just taste it.” Art brought the glass closer to her face.
With a shaky hand, she accepted it. She waved it under her nose to catch the aroma. It smelled sweet and familiar. It couldn’t be…
She took a sip. As though the liquid brought it out in her, she beamed. “I can’t believe you have Amaretto Sour.”
“I love the drink. Anytime you run out of it at your house and you need something to take the edge off, you can come over here. I have plenty.”
With a hand signal to Winta, he instructed her to get the drink for Zora. Art took his glass back but not before purposely dragging his finger over her hand and staring at her intently. When he licked his tongue over his lips, she broke her gaze and leaned in to her boyfriend.
“Lynia, get Grant a beer,” Brax said in a commanding tone. “What would you like? Domestic or imported?”
Lynia rose and Grant saw right away that the white babydoll sheath she wore was transparent and she was naked underneath.
“Uh, whatever is fine. I’m not picky,” Grant finally answered, without breaking his stare.
Keeping her gaze straight ahead, not really looking at anything or anyone, Lynia strolled across the room and headed up the steps to the kitchen. Grant swallowed. He didn’t know his knee bounced until Zora put her hand on it to calm him.
Winta returned first with Zora’s drink. When Lynia came back, she held up a Corona bottle complete with a lime resting on the lip. But Grant couldn’t take his gaze off her body. Up close, he noticed that Lynia wasn’t completely naked. Visible under the dress, was a chain that went from one pale pink nipple to the other. The outline of her small breasts caught his attention and he wanted so much to gaze down and see if she sported any other special jewelry.
“Would you like the lime in the beer?” she asked, her voice as light and as delicate as her dress.
“Um, sure.”
With her index finger, she pushed the lime into the bottle, letting the wedged fruit drop down in the golden drink. Then she put her thumb over the opening and flipped the bottle over without spilling a drop so that the lime could swim around in the beer. Bringing it back upright, she handed it to him. After Grant accepted it, he thanked her. She sucked her thumb to get off the remnants of the beer and backed away. Obediently, she took her spot next to Brax, lowering herself to her knees again.
“I hope you all brought your appetites,” Winta said, breaking the thick silence hanging in the room. “Dinner is almost ready.”
“I’m hungry now,” Garland snapped. “Do you have appetizers?”
“You know I do.” Winta turned to get them when Garland stopped her.
“Evan, get the appetizers for our guests.”
The towering man stepped from behind the chair. He wore black leather pants that had to be sizzling to wear even with the air conditioner turned on full blast.
He returned with a tray of fruits and vegetables. Instead of heading to the guests first, he brought the tray to Garland and knelt before her.
“No. Serve Grant and Zora first this time.” She grabbed his chin and glared at him. “This time,” she repeated through gritted teeth.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
Still holding the tray in one hand, he rose to his feet and came back to Grant, who stared at the man as though trying to understand why he would put up with a demanding woman like that. Zora could stand her ground but she could be yielding when she wanted to be.
Garland reminded him of his new boss. That witch took distinct pleasure in riding him from the time he walked through the door at the accounting firm until the time he left for the day. And sometimes she would call him at home after work and on the weekends.
Grant picked up a small cocktail napkin and grabbed a couple of baby carrots. If dinner would be ready soon, he didn’t want to ruin his appetite. The aroma of seasoned, barbequed meat wafted in the air until he nearly drooled.
Evan made his way around the room again, starting with his wife before serving everyone else. Zora wanted so much to pull
Grant aside and ask him if he thought the neighbors were strange or if it was just her. From the way his leg hopped up and down, she figured he was just as anxious to figure out the mystery or leave, one of the two.
“Shall we get started?” Winta asked.
No time like the present, Zora thought.
As Winta promised, her cooking melted in Zora’s mouth. The steaks were all cooked to perfection, thick, juicy, flavorful. Even the cool summer night air proved to be a perfect balance to an otherwise odd evening.
As they sat at the large round table on the patio, Zora wondered if she could ever get their modest house to look anywhere close to Winta and Art’s. She kept that thought in her mind instead of staring at Evan and Lynia sitting on the floor next to their respective spouses. What kind of relationship did these people have to treat their partners like that?
Neither Lynia nor Evan ate during dinner. They both sat silently by Brax and Garland as though waiting for the next request.
“So what is it that you do, Grant?” Brax asked. He sipped his wine, then stroked Lynia’s hair like a pet.
Grant gritted his teeth before he answered. “I work in an accounting firm. Nothing exciting but it pays the bills.”
“Here, here on paying bills.” Art lifted his glass before downing his drink.
“Isn’t your wife hungry?” Grant asked.
The table fell in an uncomfortable silence. Winta took a sip of her wine and volleyed her attention between Grant and Brax.
“She’ll eat when I think she’s ready.” Brax continued stroking her hair when he responded.
What an ass. Sure Grant didn’t want a bitch-on-wheels as a wife. God knows he wouldn’t treat his wife the way Brax treated his. She wasn’t a partner to him. He treated her like a possession. He kept thinking that perhaps the woman liked, or maybe even loved, the treatment. He would go on that assumption until he saw a sign that she needed assistance.
“What about you all?” Grant asked.
“I own a small e-book publisher.” Brax fisted Lynia’s hair and gave her a rough kiss.
Grant’s stomach flexed at the sight at the same time his cock twitched. He couldn’t be both repulsed and turned on by Brax’s caveman antics, could he?
“I am an art dealer and I own a small gallery down on the beachfront in Virginia Beach,” Garland said.
“And I am the evil plastic surgeon,” Art said with a chuckle. “I think we’re seen as being more grotesque than lawyers now, right?”
“Why would you think that?” Zora asked. She finished off her drink and set her glass on the table.
Mistake.
As soon as Art noticed she emptied her glass he ordered Winta to refresh her beverage. Zora lost count after four drinks.
“With shows like ‘Extreme Makeover’, TV has trivialized the true intention of plastic surgery. It isn’t the cure-all when you have emotional baggage to unload.”
“Then what is it for?” Grant pressed.
Art grinned. “It’s to bring a person back to their original self after a traumatic event. A car crash that disfigures a person’s face, I can restore. A fight that leaves unwanted scars as a reminder, I can remove.” He pointedly stared at Zora. “A double mastectomy, I can make a woman feel like a woman again.”
From his tone, Zora felt Art wasn’t merely talking about inserting implants into the hollow shells where full breasts once were. His overt sexual tone demanded attention, her attention. She averted her gaze and instead looked at her drink.
The glass became fuzzy in her view but she kept her stare on it until she could focus.
“I’m curious, Grant,” Garland began. “You asked about Lynia’s hunger but you didn’t mention Evan’s. Why is that?”
Winta rolled her eyes. “Not tonight, Garland. This was supposed to be a nice quiet evening with friends.”
“He’s a man,” Grant began, ignoring Winta’s plea for peace. “He should step up and take what he wants when he needs it.”
That response not only raised Garland’s eyebrows but Zora’s as well. During the exchange, Evan remained silent although Zora caught his jaw flexing.
“So he’s less of a man if he listens to me and does what I tell him to do?” Garland crossed her long legs so that it created a barrier between Evan and the rest of the guests.
“No. That doesn’t mean he’s not a man. If he denies what he needs, then, yeah, that makes him less of a man.”
“Okay, folks,” Art said as he held up his drink. “I can fix a lot of things but I won’t be able to repair all of you if you get into a fight here in my home.” He glanced at his wife. “And I could never do work on my beautiful bride.”
Zora laughed to help erase the tension in the room. When Grant’s gaze fell on Winta, she shook her head.
“No work done on me,” she supplied as though she’d read his thoughts. “People think Art did my breasts but I promise you they are all-natural. If you don’t believe me, look at my mother.”
Grant blinked at her candor as his attentive cock steadily rose with each titillating word.
“I know.” Art reached over and pulled down the straps of Winta’s dress as he’d done that morning with her negligee. “Look at them. They’re perfect.”
He palmed her tit. Grant, as hard as he tried, couldn’t stop staring at the display. On what planet was it cool to fondle your wife in front of strangers at a dinner party? Why did he want to join in?
“They are quite extraordinary,” Brax said. He put his hand to the other bare breast and massaged it.
Winta leaned her head back and released a moan that made Grant’s dick crush against the zipper of his slacks.
“Maybe we should go,” he said.
He put his napkin on the table and reached for Zora’s hand but didn’t find it. When he turned to see what she was doing, he saw that she was taking in another sight.
Evan had Garland’s pants down and his face buried between her muscled thighs. She kept her hand to the back of his head, pushing him harder into her pussy. Grant heard the swishing sound of his tongue swirling around her wet vagina.
“Zora,” he said, trying to get her attention.
“Zora, that name,” Art began as his hand traveled down Winta’s body. “It’s unusual.”
So was this dinner.
“Is there a special meaning behind it?”
Zora’s mouth hung open as she took in everything around her. Evan giving Garland oral sex. Brax caressing Winta’s breast. And now Art finger-fucking his wife at the table.
“Zora?” Art asked again.
Brax let Winta’s breast go but he wasn’t finished with his hedonistic behavior. Pushing his chair back from the table, he turned to face his kneeling wife.
“You may now eat,” he said.
She smiled and crawled to him. With delicacy, she undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers. She held his hard shaft in her hand and wasted no time in sliding him into her mouth.
Zora put her napkin on the table and pushed herself back. “It looks like you all are busy.” It was a strange way to excuse herself but she didn’t know what else to say about the situation. “I think we had better go.”
Grant stood up and grabbed her hand. Too bad he couldn’t break his gaze from Art sliding his finger in and out of his wife. Her body writhed with ecstasy. She put one hand to the arm of her chair and the other grabbed his shoulder.
“Wait!” Art said to Grant and Zora but kept his gaze on his wife. “Just one more minute.”
Grant tugged on Zora’s hand until the sound of Winta’s orgasmic wail halted him in his tracks. Her body convulsed in the aftershocks and her breathing came out labored.
Her climax must have caused a chain reaction. Garland released a low growl that sounded more like a lioness’s roar. She grabbed a handful of Evan’s shirt as her body tightened into a ball. Zora held her breath with her until Garland relaxed.
Lynia’s head bobbed up and down as she continued su
cking her husband’s long cock in front of everyone. Her tongue slithered around it like an exotic dancer working a pole. Brax grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her head up and down his slick shaft like he was a mad puppeteer. His body tensed and he growled.
Lynia held him in her mouth and sucked harder, audible in the intimate patio. She gazed up at her husband and smiled.
“Good wife,” he said on an exhale.
“We’re leaving.” Grant pulled Zora through the house.
Before they reached the front door, Art stopped them. He grabbed Zora’s hand, which made her stop. Since she held Grant’s hand he stopped as well.
“Let go of her,” Grant said as he balled his other hand into a fist.
“Before you go, hear me out.” Art continued holding Zora’s hand.
The gentle warmth he had before in his hand disappeared. Replacing it was a searing heat that felt like it was burning her skin.
“I have something to tell you both,” Art said. “This place, this small neighborhood, isn’t what it seems.”
“No shit,” Grant said. “We didn’t come over to see a sex show.”
Art’s gaze went down, then he smiled before he brought it back up. “But I can see that you did at least enjoy the display.”
Grant pulled Zora in front of him to block the view of his now waning erection. “That’s not our thing, buddy.”
“Speak for yourself.” Art gazed at Zora. “I didn’t hear it from her. What do you think? Did you get turned on back there?”
Zora opened her mouth to say something, anything. She should have said she was offended. She should have slapped the smug expression off his boyish face, making all of that cinnamon-colored hair dance around on his head.
Instead she said, “I don’t know.”
Art grinned. “I have something to tell you two that may surprise you.” He leaned in to them. “We all swing here on Fascination Street.”
Chapter Three
“Get the fuck out of here. Swingers in this day and age?” Grant said.
“Yes, although I hate the term ‘swingers’. It sounds so dated. We just call it the Good Neighbor Policy,” Art said and laughed.
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