Trying not to show her discomfort, Alexis chewed her PB&J. She should have used more jam. The peanut butter was too dry in her mouth. “And you want me to be a part of the fantasy?”
Cat shrugged. “We all get along. We’ve had a lot fun times.” More of her sandwich was going in the water than she was eating, and suddenly the fish were swarming their feet. Cat wriggled her toes. “Would you look at that? I’ve heard of this spa treatment where they put fish in the water and let them eat away all the dead skin off your feet.”
Ewwe. Alexis could actually feel them nipping at her as if they thought she was food. It didn’t hurt; in fact, it almost tickled. But she felt an overpowering urge to take her feet out of the water, as if they were maggots feeding on her. It creeped her out, yet she didn’t want Cat to know. “Wow. It’s weird.” She figured her anxiety was more about the discussion than the fish, but she was relieved when they finally swam away.
Cat took off her sunglasses, set them on a rock, and looked at Alexis without hiding behind the lenses. “I think you enjoyed what we all did. You’re just nervous about it changing the friendship and all.”
“Yes,” Alexis agreed, but it was more, like what Cat truly wanted out of this. And how far Alexis was willing to let things go.
“Did you and Logan really go to a sex party?”
Alexis wasn’t close to Cat. Sure, they talked a lot during their weekend get-togethers, about work, life, husbands, why they’d chosen not to have children, but it was all relatively superficial. Alexis had always kept her big secrets, especially about the kinky things Logan wanted her to do. Yet she’d longed to talk to someone about that party, how she’d felt, the sexiness of it. How she knew she should have been shocked or even disgusted, but she wasn’t. She was excited and curious. And oh so turned on. Maybe this talk with Cat could be a good thing. Maybe she didn’t need to be so freaked out. No one else was. “Yes, we really attended that party.”
“It’s all so very sexy to me. I asked Drew to find a party for us.” Again, Cat let the words hang between them a moment. “Maybe we could all go, safety in numbers.”
Alexis supposed she should be shocked that Cat could think of such a thing. Not to mention that she’d so readily sucked Drew’s cock right in front of them, jumped on the chance to do it, in fact. A normal woman would have been shocked, but she was married to Logan, and he was different. He’d long since opened her eyes to the fact that people didn’t all view sex the same way.
She just hadn’t suspected her neighbors might be kinky like Logan.
Well,” she said, formulating her words slowly, “honestly”—thinking, thinking, then she blurted it out—“it would probably be exciting as hell to go with another couple.”
“We could have so much fun just watching, even if we didn’t do anything.” Cat took a long swig from her water bottle, then set it down in a nook of the rocks.
“I did get excited,” Alexis admitted. “In fact, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It was so carnal.” Then the words rushed out of her. “It wasn’t all perfect bodies, but they were all so into the whole thing that it made it erotic. You could smell the sex, almost taste it.”
“And you wanted to be a part of it?”
“Yes,” she answered quickly. “But I’m glad I didn’t. I wasn’t ready. I would have regretted it later.” Now, after she’d had so long to think about it, and if she truly planned for it ahead of time...she might very well do a lot more than watch.
“This is how I look at things.” Cat wriggled her toes in the water, and Alexis realized she’d been searching for a way to bring up what was on her mind. Discussing the party gave her the opening. “If you don’t do something different, sex can become rote. I love Drew and all, but he doesn’t really enjoy going down on me, and he falls asleep right after we’re done.”
Alexis had a hard time believing that. Drew had seemed such a lusty man on Saturday night. But everyone wore a different face behind the bedroom door. Alexis herself struggled to keep up with Logan. She sometimes worried that if she didn’t eventually accede to his desires, he’d get tired of her. It wasn’t why she’d gone to the party; that had been of her own free will, but the fear existed in the back of her mind that she wouldn’t always be enough for him. She was two years older, which was fine for now, but after she’d turned fifty, those two years would begin to wear on her more than they did on him. Men didn’t seem to age as quickly.
For Cat, though, Alexis simply muttered an assurance. “I’m sure he falls asleep because he’s been working too hard.
Cat flapped her hand, bits of her sandwich falling into the water. “Oh, I understand it all. Every marriage has its quirks. And Drew and I have decided that trying some things out of the norm might make everything fresh again.”
“You mean like what we did on Saturday.”
Cat nodded. “That was spur of the moment. I was a little drunk and all. But it was so good.” She looked at Alexis full on. “That’s why I told Drew I’d ask if you wanted to help me with my fantasy.”
Cat’s fantasy, the two of them sucking Drew’s cock. All right, Alexis admitted she wasn’t comfortable saying it out loud, but she remembered how her mouth had watered for a taste of Drew, how perfect his cock had looked.
“We’ll understand if you say no and all. And we’ll hope you still want to stay friends.”
“Of course we’ll be friends.” Even if she said no, Alexis knew she wouldn’t forget the sight of Cat licking Drew’s beautiful cock. She’d dream about it. Like Pandora’s Box, once it was open, you couldn’t close it again.
“Good. I wouldn’t want it to change our game nights and barbecues.”
It would only change the kinds of games they played. From card games to sex games. Honestly, Alexis was feeling hot and bothered. For God’s sake, she was actually wet just talking about it.
“It’s only natural to want something out of the ordinary,” Cat went on. “A once-in-a-lifetime thing. We could do it for Drew.” She let the sounds of the wilderness beat around them for a moment. “And for Logan, too.”
See, that was the problem. Alexis didn’t know if she could handle Cat sucking Logan’s cock.
“Or not,” Cat added. “My fantasy is just about Drew.”
Logan always made his kinky desires about Alexis. He wanted to watch her suck another cock, to see another man fuck her. But in the end, wouldn’t it come to exchanging both ways?
“It’ll be so sexy, Alexis. Logan will be totally hot, and he’ll have to drag you up to your room like a wild man.” Cat reached out, touched her arm. “Even better than it was Saturday night after the things we did in the hot tub.”
Alexis felt her face color. “You heard us.” Of course they had. She hadn’t restrained herself.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Drew got so turned on listening to you that he had to have me again even though we’d already done it. It was the best it’s been in a long time.” Her hand was still on Alexis’s arm. She squeezed. “Think how much better it could get.”
She’d never been seduced by a woman, but that’s exactly what Cat was doing, seducing her, drawing her in, getting her to want the same thing, to need it.
The sandwiches were done, the fish were gone, off in search of food elsewhere. Voices carried from the trail; they wouldn’t be alone much longer.
And Alexis was burning with desire, just the way Cat wanted her to be. “Let’s see if your fantasy happens naturally,” she told Cat. “I don’t want to plan it out. Don’t say anything else to Drew. Let’s play it by ear.”
“No pressure.” Cat shrugged. “If it happens, it happens.”
Of course, Alexis was sure Cat would make it happen.
* * * * *
The girls hadn’t returned from their hike by the time Logan and Drew got back.
“All right, I know you’ll think I’m crazy”—Logan pointed the fillet knife at him—“but your wife started it on Saturday night, so I’m just going to say it.”
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��As long as you don’t knife me,” Drew said dryly.
“Sorry, dude.” Logan went back to gutting the seven-pound trout he’d caught.
Naturally he’d brought in the biggest fish of the day. Logan was good-naturedly competitive, but Drew didn’t want to put him to the test if his fish had been bigger. Still, his own catch had weighed in at five pounds. Not bad. They’d been with a good group, fun, rowdy, beer-guzzling rednecks. He’d enjoyed himself. He’d consider fishing again.
“It would be hot to watch another man do my wife,” Logan said.
Well, hell, that was certainly laying it out there. Drew almost lost his grip on the fish head. Damn, he could lose a finger that way. Since he’d never cleaned a fish before, Logan did the honors on the countertop next to the sink, but he had Drew hold the head to make it easier.
“I can say this to you after Saturday night,” Logan went on.
“Well, we certainly broke the ice.”
Logan stopped with his knife mid-cut inside the scaly body. “It was fucking hot.” Then he grinned and went back to the fish. “I never thought we’d have so much in common.”
“Like voyeurism and exhibitionist?”
“Exactly. Good old healthy perversions.” Logan sliced through the rest of the fish, cut off the tail, then tossed the fish guts in a thick plastic bag he’d set in the sink. “I have a feeling Cat wouldn’t be adverse to watching either.” Leaning over the fish, Logan flipped it, then glanced up at Drew to gauge his reaction.
“It’s safe to say that Cat is dying for it.”
Logan laughed. “You have got one perfectly dirty wife. It took me forever to convince Alexis to go to that party.”
The comparison game bothered Drew a bit. “Cat’s just more out there. Alexis is fine.”
“Of course she is.” Logan expertly sliced off the scales, tossing the scraps in the bag, too. “I just meant that we’re both lucky men.”
“Yeah.” Cat was great. Drew loved the way her dirty mind worked. He sometimes wondered if he could actually keep up with her, keep on satisfying her needs. But hell, yes, she’d totally get into having him do Alexis.
His mind wandered as Logan deboned the fish. Images flooded his Neanderthal brain, the four of them having sex, switching partners back and forth. Yeah, he’d find it exciting to watch Logan take Cat, making her scream, and he experienced the oddest urge to taste her pussy after another man had her. But the hottest vision by far was of Alexis sucking his cock as her husband fucked her. There was something so wholly filthy and hot about filling her mouth with come as Logan filled her pussy.
It wasn’t about fucking Alexis. It was about the hot sex, the situation, and he was so goddamn hard with the fantasy of what it could be like. It was what Cat dreamed of. Friends with benefits, she’d called it when she was looking at personal ads on the Internet.
But they could seriously fuck up their friendship, not to mention their respective relationships. There was fantasizing, and then there was actually doing it.
Logan laid out the fillets on a plate, then started on the second fish. The man was fast and neat about it.
“Women can be touchy about this kind of stuff,” Drew ventured.
Logan nodded agreement. “We’ll leave it up to them. They’ve had all day to talk about it while they were hiking. If they want it, they’ll make it happen.”
He knew how persuasive Cat could be. He just didn’t want Alexis to have regrets. He liked her, and as much as he’d started to desire her, too, he didn’t want this vacation to turn into the end instead of a beginning.
Chapter Seven
Barbecued in foil, the trout was fantastic. They’d dined on the patio, but once the sun set, the evening had turned cool. Rather than the hot tub, Cat suggested a cozy fire in the family room.
Drew knew exactly where it was heading. After the hike, Cat’s mood had been almost manic. She’d dropped a drugstore bag on the kitchen table, and there it still sat. He had a good idea what it contained. Several times as they all prepared dinner, Alexis’s eyes had wandered to the bag, but he had no clue whether she knew what was in it.
As the logs blazed to life, Drew closed the fireplace screen, then settled back into a lounger. Logan sat in the chair on the other side of the hearth.
“That’s perfect.” On the sofa, Cat curled her legs beneath her. With the fire killing the chill in the room, she wore shorts and a long-sleeved white T-shirt that showed her black bra beneath. The contrast was sexy.
“I brought a surprise, just for fun.” Carrying a tray from the kitchen, Alexis went down on her knees by the center coffee table. Her sundress showed off her tanned shoulders beneath the spaghetti straps.
Cat leaned forward on the arm of the sofa. “What have you got?”
Alexis fiddled with various bottles and glasses, lining them up on the coffee table. “I brought some different beers and liqueurs for us to taste-test.”
Drew couldn’t read all the labels, but some of the bottles were distinctive. He recognized amaretto and Cointreau.
She turned the first bottle toward her. “I’ve got a Belgian wheat beer. Who wants a sample?”
“I do, I do.” Cat raised her hand, getting into the game.
Logan pointed. “I’ll try that Beamish stout.”
“I’ll sample the Cointreau.” Drew liked the orange flavor.
Cat snapped her fingers at him. “You’ve had that before. Try something new.” She swung her legs to the floor, leaned forward, and perused the array of bottles. “This one. Ouzo.”
“Jesus.” Logan laughed. “That’ll knock him flat on his ass.
Cat lifted one eyebrow. “Maybe we want him that way.”
An hour later, he wasn’t drunk on his ass, but he wasn’t feeling any pain either. Neither was anyone else if the amount of laughter and sexual innuendo flying meant anything. Even Alexis had loosened up.
“All this drinking is making me horny,” Cat announced, then laughed. To Drew’s ear, there was something feigned about it. She wasn’t as tipsy as she wanted everyone to think.
Alexis, on the other hand, might have been slightly over the edge. She giggled, then clapped a hand over her mouth. “You’re bad,” she said from behind her cupped hand. “And we already watched you the other night.”
“So you can watch me again.” Rolling off the couch, Cat landed on her hands and knees and crawled to Drew’s chair. “Are you game, honey?” She patted his lap.
He was already hard. She got him every time. And she knew it.
Logan grinned. “Let me get comfy for the show.” He pushed the lever on his lounger, and the foot rest popped up.
Alexis sat back on her haunches, her eyes a deep blue. Sipping more of the Belgian beer, she leaned one arm on the coffee table.
Cat unzipped him. “Look how hard you are, honey.” Pulling his cock from his shorts, she held him up for viewing.
Alexis licked her lips. Maybe it was the last of the beer; maybe it was the sight of his cock.
“He’s certainly ready for something.” Logan slouched in the chair and crossed his feet.
Cat hummed against the tip of his cock, shooting shivers through his entire body. He tried to relax and enjoy it, but he knew what Cat ultimately wanted, and his tension ran high.
“Relax, sweetie,” she crooned softly, then grazed his crown with her teeth. Running her tongue around the ridge the way he liked, she drove him crazy. Drew put his head back, let his lids droop, closing them enough to leave Alexis the only thing filling his vision. Her eyes were bright, her gaze avid, eating him up.
He stifled the groan rising from his gut. Cat’s mouth was so good, and his thoughts were so damn bad. She engulfed him. His body surged. The only sounds in the room were the suction of her mouth, the crackling fire, and his harsh breathing. He gouged his fingers into the armrests.
Then she backed off. “I think I need help with this.”
Christ, yes, please. He wanted to beg.
Slipping down to rest
on her hip at his side, Cat glanced over her shoulder. “Logan, can Alexis help me?”
“I’ll allow it.” Logan’s voice was more hoarse than usual.
Drew didn’t care about the effect on Logan. He couldn’t think beyond the idea of having Alexis’s mouth on him. His need was wrong, but he couldn’t have stopped it even if it meant the last breath he ever took.
Alexis pushed off the table. His heart beat so loudly all other sound in the room faded away.
“Get on the couch, honey.” Cat rose, held out her hand, then pulled him to his feet. By the sofa, she stripped off his shorts, forcing him to step out them and his deck shoes. “Shirt,” she ordered.
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