ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

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  My husband and I had been married for ten years. Like all couples, we also had our own set of issues. My marriage to Ted was under a lot of scrutiny from the word go. There was always someone who had a negative opinion about where we were in life and where we ought to be. At age 25, when I introduced Ted to my father, he shared his opinion about our different career paths and how I was likely to be more successful than Ted. I majored in Political Science and he in Business Administration. My father drove a few points home but I ignored him at the time. I was too in love to let him get into my head.

  “Karen, you are destined for greatness and a better life. I don’t see you being a home maker and satisfied being a suburbia house wife,” my father said after we told him about our plan of me being a full time stay at home while Ted worked.

  Five years and two daughters later I realized that my father was right. My Political Science degree sat on a shelf collecting dust as I made lunches and spearheaded my children’s school bake sales. Being a mother was a thrilling and challenging experience but it was not the career that I spent four years pulling all-nighters and graduating at the top of my class for. My routine became ordinary and boring and I wanted more than what I had in life. I told Ted I wanted to go back to work.

  Ted, of course, had a problem with it. “A woman’s place is by her husband’s side, raising babies and taking care of the house. I don’t see the need for you to work. I make enough money to sustain both of us”, he would say. One fight led to another until I eventually decided to grab the bull by its horns and get a job. My family was well connected and my father did not have a problem connecting me to the Governor’s mansion and in the blink of an eye I had a job.

  I learnt how to block Ted’s words from getting to me and decided to do what made me happy. I hadn’t realized that there was something missing in my sex life until I met Joseph at the Governor’s mansion. Unlike Ted, Joseph was full of life, free spirited and had no limits. He was the first man I committed adultery with and I somehow have never felt guilty about it. He knew how to lure me into his trap. Like a lion, Joseph identified his prey, took his time to get to know its weak point before diving in and going straight for the jugular.

  I could only define my cheating experience with Joseph in one word, daring. Joseph was not the type of man that you would cling or get attached to. He had deep insecurities about himself and the worst part was that he didn’t even know it. He walked around feeling bullet proof and untouchable and simply had no boundaries. He was the type of guy who would sleep with an ape if he thought that was the new experimental sexual thing to do.

  He was, however, my door to infidelity and I cannot begin to describe the many different types of men who came flooding in after him. Being with all these men was not out of necessity or need. I got a kick from the sneaking around and hiding in different hotel rooms every now and then. Some of the sex wasn’t even worth it, but for the ones who gave incredible sex, there was always a third and fourth meeting with them. Most of these men were married and would understand if I had to cancel the date for a recital or a soccer game.

  My career, as well, was taking off along with my infidelity path. At some point I had to be more discreet about my sex life, more for the sake of appearances and fame than for my marriage.

  Which brings me back to tonight. Ten years in a marriage, a blossoming career and two wonderful children but somehow strolling around at a sex party with a mask on my face and a stranger filling me up? I would of course blame it entirely on Tracy my best friend and also my partner in crime.

  Tracy had walked into my office that morning and from the way she closed the door behind her, I knew it was not about work.

  “Hello stranger”, she greeted me as she helped herself to some coffee before having a seat opposite me.

  “Hello”, I replied as I took a sip from my cup as well. It had been a busy morning and Tracy was a welcome interruption.

  “Have you ever been to a sex party?” she asked.

  The question immediately sent me on a curious path and I looked over at Tracy in utter disbelief.

  “No, I haven’t”, I replied “But by the look on your face I can tell that I have been missing out”.

  “You have no idea”, Tracy said. Her eyes were bulging out as they always did whenever she got excited.

  “So tell me, what goes on at these parties”, I asked. My mind had already switched off work as I leaned in closer to her to listen to her keenly.

  “The question you should be asking me is what does not happen at such parties”, Tracy answered.

  “Come on stop ‘wetting’ my appetite. You know I don’t have all day to listen to you”.

  “Ok, ok”, she let out quickly. “This is how it works; first you get an invitation to the party. They do not let just anyone attend”.

  “Go on”.

  “Second thing, you need to have a mask on”.

  This piece of information was what intrigued me the most; discretion was one thing I valued most whenever I went out on a sexual escapade.

  “You have now fully got my attention” I said, before shifting slightly in my seat. “I have to ask though, what kind of mask are you talking about?”

  “The mask comes with the invitation card. It covers your face from the top of your forehead to the tip of your nose and spreads evenly across your cheeks”, Tracy answered as she gave me a clear definition of how the mask would look like by tracing her finger along her face.

  “You almost got me worried for a second there. I had imagined different masks on people”, I replied “Can you imagine having sex with a stranger who had on the mask of a mother hen?”

  Tracy let out a hearty laugh, “Now that would be hilarious!”

  “Ok, so tell me more”, I probed. I was already seeing myself dressed in a commanding red dress that required an audience and the mask securely in place.

  “It usually works better if you know someone there or arrange to meet with someone there. That way you are at least sure of your safety and security”, she went on to say. I thought more about the party and wondered if it was really my kind of scene. I had had a few sexual encounters with strangers before but this was definitely a whole new level.

  “So have you done this before?” I asked.

  “What do you think?”

  Tracy was a woman who understated the word wild. She lived her life to the fullest and always had a trick up her sleeve.

  “Ok, so tell me more?” I went on ahead to inquire curiously and leaned back in my seat “Walk me through it”.

  “It is basically a grand room that has copious amounts of sex toys and swings”, she started and immediately took up her lecture tone. “There is no limit or boundary there. You can literally screw anyone that you come across or whoever crosses your path”.

  “It sounds more like a circus, or something”, I replied.

  “It is, depending on how you look at it. There are always a few security men in place to ensure that no unauthorized acts happen. Whoever you proposition that night should have agreed to it”.

  I pondered more on Tracey’s words and she paused to let it all sink in.

  “You will be given a safety card along with the mask. If you feel threatened in any way, all you have to do is raise it up and the person in question will be pinned down almost immediately.” She went on to say.

  “What if you are into that sort of thing?” I asked “You know, what if you like being roughed up and chained?”

  “The card that you will be given has two color codes. Red for danger and blue to show that you are ok”, Tracy replied. She leaned closer in her seat and totally ignored the phone vibrating in her hand before going on. “So if you are into that sort of thing then you should raise the blue color side before you get engrossed in whatever you are doing. If you don’t the security people will have both of you thrown out separately”.

  “Have there been any incidents?”

  “Not that I know of my
dear. These parties are organized by very prominent people who have thought of all that could go wrong”. Tracy sounded quite confident. If she was selling me a used car, I would have already bought it without considering insurance.

  “Nervous?” she asked.

  “Of course I am. Tell me about the drinks and drugs that are used in these parties”, I asked. This topic had gotten me so interested that I had already forgotten about my stressful morning.

  “Ok, no one is allowed to carry any liquor or drugs to the party, it’s already there. Along with the security team, there is also a medical team that is always on standby. I have actually witnessed an overdose case being treated with great urgency”. Tracy answered.

  “You are right, these people did think of everything”, I said as I nodded in agreement. I had begun feeling a tingly sensation run up and down my spine with all this sex talk.

  “All this sex talk has made me horny”, I thought out loud and watched as an evil smile form across Tracy’s face.

  “Me too”, she answered.

  “Too bad we had to be transferred to offices with glass walls”, I let out as I looked around my office and could see what my other colleagues were doing in the offices.

  “But your bathroom door is not made of glass”.

  Tracy was indeed right; I was among the very few people who were privileged to have bathrooms in their offices.

  “I will go in first”, I announced and got to my feet. Tracy left my office and walked into the bathroom just moments later after I had walked in.

  “Did anyone see you get back in?” I asked curiously.

  “I have confused them; I was loud and chatty when getting out of your office but quiet and swift walking back in. They will only remember that I have left your office”, she answered.

  Trust Tracy to play mind games on everyone. She walked straight to me and before I knew it she had pinned me to the wall and was fondling my breasts, plucking at the nipples.

  “We need to be quick, before someone catches us”, I whispered.

  “Relax sweetie, no one will suspect two women in a ladies room are up to anything much than sharing beauty tips”, she said before turning me round and pinning my head to the wall. She knew what to do to make us both climax and climax very fast. She had one of her hands on my left breast when the other was well tucked in between my thighs.

  I had worn the perfect outfit to work that day for a quickie. I had on a short navy blue skirt suit with low inch heels on.

  “You always know how to get me turned on”, she said when she lifted up my skirt and found out that I had no panties on.

  I simply let out a small laugh mixed with a pleasurable moan as she directed her hand to my clit and began to rub it. I had to muffle my moans to not draw any attention to the bathroom.

  I then turned and pushed Tracy to the wall without warning and slowly began to pinch her nipples and open her folds and seek out her clit. What both of us loved was the struggle of power that we always had whenever we indulged in our sex play.

  Tracy placed both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to her pelvic region. She was forceful yet seductive at the same time and I obediently went down on her. She too had worn a short black skirt suit but had a thong on which I instantly took it off with my teeth. My right hand was still firmly griping her right breast, she had one leg on the sink which provided me with a larger surface area to run my tongue along her clit and suck at it at the same time.

  The soft moans that escaped her mouth and the dripping juices that were between her legs made me wet too. I pulled my hand off her breast and directed it to my clit, I was equally wet and without warning Tracy got down to where I was and indulged me in a long passionate kiss. From the way we held each other I could tell that she was almost on the verge of her climax and I was riding on the same boat with her.

  We both knew what to do next, Tracy sat next to me on the floor and had my legs spread wide. She directed her finger to my clit and rubbed slowly at first and then increased her momentum. I placed a hand over my mouth and bit into my hand, the feeling was exquisite and I knew without a doubt I would let out a scream if I didn’t control myself. The orgasm caught me off guard and shook me to the very core.

  “There is a good girl”, Tracy said as she kissed me slightly on the lips before saying “Now it’s my turn, you know how I like it”.

  I leaned over to her and circled my left hand on her neck before slapping her softly across her cheeks. The reaction was well received as she let out a pleasurable moan and lay down obediently. My other hand travelled to the very wet velvety flesh between her thighs and I went on ahead to play with her clit first, just how she liked it. Then I slowly pushed my middle finger deep inside her.

  I added a second finger and could feel her moan and rotate her waist in accordance to the thrusts that I was giving her with my hand. I positioned my thumb on her clit while the rest were in her and rubbed her slowly.

  I knew how loud Tracy got whenever she was about to climax and from the way she was wriggling her body, she was a second away. I took my hand off her neck and covered her mouth with it just as she was about to let out a loud scream.

  I let her have a few more seconds of pleasure before I pulled out my hand and got to my feet.

  “We need to get back to our desks before anyone gets suspicious”, I said as I walked over to the mirror and began freshening up. I had the ‘after orgasmic glow’ smeared all over my face and Tracy had her usual post sexual grin on too.

  “You got that right”, she said as she agreed with me and began to straighten her hair and her outfit as well.

  “So I just had a wonderful idea for you tonight”, she pointed out as she fixed her earring in place and looked up at me.

  “Please tell”, I said as I straightened the inner lining of my skirt.

  “I will have someone there waiting for you”, she said.

  “Ok, how will that work if we both have masks on?”

  “What are you going to wear?” she asked as she helped me replace my earring.

  “A red dress”, I replied from the top of my head.

  “Any specific red dress that I know of?”

  “The one I wore to the charity event last week”, I answered.

  “I know that dress. If it could talk, it would have nothing to say”.

  I let out a simple shy smile as I knew exactly what Tracy was referring to. We had snuck out into the bathroom that night and had had a lovely time pleasing each other during some long and boring speech that was not beneficial to either of us.

  “Ok, I have to go now, I will let you in on all the other details that you will need before you leave for the party”.

  Tracy snuck out of the bathroom looking neater than she had before walking in. I waited a good five minutes before getting out too and knew for a fact that she would be a good cover if anyone was asking around for me.

  The rest of the day looked brighter and I felt more energetic as I carried on my usual duties. Being one of the legal advisors to the Governor was not easy and sometimes I pushed myself hard to do a better job, just to prove to myself, and to Ted, that I was a super woman. He preferred it if I was the obedient, submissive housewife who had his meals warm and on time for him as soon as he got home.

  A call from my daughter made me realize that it was after 7:00 pm and I knew that I would get into yet another heated fight with Ted once I got home.

  “Hello mom. What time will you be home?” she asked in her ever sweet and innocent voice.

  “I am almost leaving the office dear. Is everything Ok?” I asked in a worried tone.

  “You promised to help me with my science project. Remember?”

  I hit my forehead with the palm of my left hand when I remembered about the science project.

  “Is your father home yet?”

  “He is, he asked me to call you and ask what time you will get home to help me with the project. He says that it’s your job to be home on time and cook the
family dinner”.

  Her words rang in my head like a siren and I knew that Ted was trying to guilt trip me (as always) about my career. I clenched my hands into tight fists as I listened to her.

  “I am on my way love”.

  I hung up the phone almost immediately and stared at my computer screen. I had so much unfinished work but I had to get home and prove a point to Ted. A slight knock on my door from one of the security men made me jump up in my seat.

  “Someone left you this package at the front office”, he said as he held a brown envelope up in midair. I stretched forth my hand and waved at him to bring the package closer to me and signed on the clipboard that he offered.