The salesclerk brought a pair of red stilettos for Alex to try, and they showed her legs magnificently, elongating her spine and giving her an almost regal height. Alex complained about the discomfort, and so they compromised. She could wear her own shoes to the Club and change into the heels at the door. Jeff privately thought she would be wearing those shoes and nothing else later tonight in their bedroom.
A pair of thigh-high stockings was provided, and then Jeff found a fine white gold chain, fastening it at the nape of Alex’s neck with care. Devon didn’t miss that addition, and they locked eyes in mutual understanding. No collaring ceremony, maybe too premature, but it felt pretty final all the same.
* * * *
They were beaming at her with pride, and Alex managed not to rain on their parade, though she was feeling a bit like a dress-up doll. This was a weekend event, so better not to make a big deal out of the clothes and spoil what was left of it. Alex believed, even with some words to the contrary, that she would go to work Monday and they would move on. Because she was losing herself around them, to them, and despite the wonders she had experienced with her burgeoning sexuality, even she could sense the risk. When it all came to an end, when they moved on to their other women, she feared her heart would break. Better sooner than later.
The Club was a surprise to Alex. She had expected something different than the calm atmosphere filled with attractive, well-groomed men and lovely women dressed much as she was. There were collections of tables and comfortable chairs scattered around the room, and couples or two men and one woman sat and conversed while having drinks. She felt a bit awkward about being with two men, but no one raised any eyebrow. The men introduced her to a number of people, and Alex felt welcomed by everyone. The men did tend to check her out in a fairly blatant manner, just as Devon and Jeff had done when they first met, but Alex felt safe and comfortable and a little flattered at the approving male stares. Devon and Jeff seemed proud of her, though she noticed them giving a couple of the other fellows some pretty hard looks. Alex wondered if they were actually being possessive of her.
Alex met a few of the women in the restroom, and there was none of the bitchy talk or intrusive personal questions she had come to expect of women considering her experience with her roommates and some of the other faculty members. She was asked if she was going to attend any of the scenes in the Club later, or participate, and even then Lacey and Monica were nice about her ignorance, simply smiling and saying they’d probably see her around another time, though Melissa seemed a little superior in her attitude. She informed Alex that she was a trained sub and in a long-term relationship with a well-respected Dom named Stephan. Alex remembered Stephan from the introductions. He was a big, handsome man who had looked at her knowingly but hadn’t said anything of any interest. Melissa was really beautiful and had a terrific figure, Alex admitted to herself. She just wasn’t as nice as Lacy and Monica seemed.
Alex sensed bubbling excitement, particularly in Lacey, who was with a fellow, Greg somebody, who was a detective like Devon and Jeff. She wondered if Lacey and that guy were an item or if it was just fooling around like with her and Devon and Jeff.
Lacey was just a little thing, even in her stilettos, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, but she was curvy and sexy-looking in her short ivory dress. She had a beautiful thick gold chain around her neck and a gemstone of emerald hung in the hollow of her throat. Alex touched the chain that Jeff and Devon had given her and thought she’d wear it always in memory of them even though she knew she should give it back. The thought of someone else wearing it, another one of their women being pleasured by them, brought tears to her eyes, and she fought the revelation that she really cared for Devon and Jeff. Maybe they could separate sex from this connection she was feeling, but she couldn’t and realized that she was going to get hurt when they moved on to someone else. Like after this weekend.
* * * *
Jeff picked up on Alex’s mood even as she was returning to the table, and he noticed that Devon was looking at her intently as well.
He stood and helped her into the chair that Devon held for her, stroking her forearms as he did so.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Jeff asked quietly.
Alex shrugged. “Nothing, really.”
“We don’t do lies, Alex, remember?” said Devon, leaning into her space. “Lies get punished and not the kind of punishment you like.”
Alex leaned away from them both, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping. “It’s okay, really.”
Devon looked positively stormy. “Did someone say something to you in the restroom?”
“No, no, those women are really nice. They made me feel comfortable.”
“Then, what?” Jeff asked again. “Or we can go home and you will tell us there.”
Alex sighed. “If you must know, I was feeling kind of sad at the thought of the weekend ending.” Jeff watched her take a deep breath, and then she told them she was a little jealous of their other women, crazy as that seemed because, after all, she had no hold on them, and they’d just met after all.
Jeff was torn between rejoicing that Alex regretted the weekend ending, feeling angry that she saw this time as finite, and pleased that she was jealous. Not that she needed to be jealous of other women because there were no others now that they had found her. He also found her run-on sentence endearing and pulled her onto his lap.
“Jeff!” she protested. “What will your friends think?”
Devon kissed her hand, gently squeezing her fingertips, and told her, “They’ll think that you are our woman, and that we are fucking you six ways from Sunday. Which we are.”
Jeff added, “The Club members are all in relationships similar to ours, darlin’, and we wanted them to meet you and for you to get comfortable with them. We spend a lot of time here.”
“Relationship?” she said.
Both he and Devon gave her equally serious looks, and Jeff saw the desire in Devon’s, certain that his own reflected the same thing.
“Relationship, honey,” Devon confirmed. “We’ve told you that you are ours, so relax and enjoy the ride.”
“I want to believe you,” Alex said, “I really do, but…”
Jeff said, “It’s early days, baby, we know, but we both want you to spend lots of time with us. We’ll play, but we want to do other stuff, too, like come here, and do things together.”
“What are scenes?” she ventured.
Jeff knew the subject had been broached in the restroom, and was pleased that Alex was getting an introduction to their lifestyle by someone other than them, though that was as far as he was prepared to let anyone go. He knew that Devon felt as possessive as he did.
“We’ll bring you here next weekend, sweetheart, and show you what the Club is all about. How’s that?” he answered.
* * * *
Alex was now intensely curious, but agreed. Next weekend couldn’t come soon enough, and it meant another two days with Devon and Jeff. They finished their drinks, and Devon suggested they head for home. Alex liked the sound of that.
Jeff drove this time, and Devon shared the backseat with her. By the time they pulled up to the house, Alex was squirming in her seat and reaching for an orgasm as Devon’s hands played between her legs and his lips nibbled all the sensitive spots on her neck and throat. Her panties were around her thighs, effectively pinning them together, and the position kept Devon’s fingers trapped tightly against her clit and opening, causing even more friction and sensation.
Jeff leaped from the front seat and threw her door open, reaching in to lift her out just as Devon released her seat belt.
“Fuck, Devon,” he growled. “I shouldn’t be driving while Alex is making those sounds. My dick kept getting in the way of the steering wheel.”
He carried Alex over his shoulder into the house to the sound of Devon’s laughter. Alex hoped the neighbours didn’t see her panties or her bare ass, but really liked the caveman style. They went straight into t
he master bedroom, and Jeff stood her down, holding her until she caught her balance.
Jeff stripped Alex of her clothes, leaving her standing in just her stockings and stilettos. “How hot is that,” he breathed, pulling off his own clothes, his eyes never leaving her. “Are you too sore for us to fuck you again, darlin’?”
Devon was shucking his own clothes right behind him, and together they stalked toward Alex, caging her and herding her to the bed.
“I’ll bet that little pussy is waiting to be stuffed with cock again, right, honey?”
She loved how Jeff called her darlin’ when he was aroused. Devon favoured honey. They called her baby and sweetheart, too, and a few other endearments, but darlin’ and honey pushed her buttons. Not to mention the filthy talk.
“I think I’d like that, fellows, if you think you’re up to it,” she teased.
With low growls they pounced on her and took her down in a laughing, squealing pile. Devon caught her throat in his big hand, caressing her and rolling the thin chain. Alex felt mastered somehow and impulsively plastered her lips against his. He devoured her, and Jeff swooped in to suckle at her breasts, alternating with his mouth and his fingers so neither felt unattended. They pulled her legs apart with their own, pinning her and leaving her feeling deliciously exposed and wanton with her thigh-highs and fancy shoes still on. She felt two hands meet at her apex, one shoving fingers up her and curling and rubbing against that special spot while the other plucked at her clit. The arousal she had felt in the SUV escalated, and she strained and rubbed against them, sucking Devon’s tongue into her mouth and moaning with delight. She crested, and Devon rolled over her, stabbing his cock into her labia, unerringly finding the opening of her pussy and filling her in one thrust. Alex spasmed around him, making tiny cries of completion.
* * * *
Devon spilled himself into her, losing it like a teenager, but he was swept away by the completeness of the act. Jeff shoved at him, and Devon obligingly pulled out of Alex, only then realizing that he hadn’t donned a condom, a fact Jeff must have quickly assimilated when he made his own sheathed entry, his incredulous stare at odds with his passion-strained features. Devon then understood his lack of restraint and felt both anxious and elated. Alex could get pregnant, but did he really worry if she did? She was the first woman he had taken bareback, and it felt totally right. If her belly swelled with his child or Jeff’s, well, that would be just fine by him.
* * * *
Jeff tried not to reflect on Devon’s totally uncharacteristic action as he moved over Alex. It had served to take the edge off, and he took Alex in slow, unhurried strokes, learning every muscle in the walls of her sheath, chafing her G-spot, bumping her cervix. She was slick with her own cum, intermingling with Devon’s ejaculate, and he was so aware of the sexy, juicy sounds they made as he pulled out and slammed back in. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and her hands feathered his forearms. She looked at him through desire-filled eyes, and he hastened his strokes, angling to stimulate her clit. She milked him, and he gave himself over to it, no longer holding back his groan of release, and collapsed over her, nuzzling his face into her neck.
Devon pulled Alex’s shoes and stockings off and carried her to the shower, and Jeff followed, stripping off the condom. Neither spoke to the other, focusing their attention on Alex, who clearly wanted to sleep. Jeff suspected that she was trying to put a little distance between them to sort things through, and he wasn’t going to let her retreat.
* * * *
Devon was still thinking about making love to her without a condom. Not fucking her, but making love to her. It didn’t matter. Alex might not have grasped that he’d come inside of her, but he believed in his heart that she knew something had changed in the way they had both taken her tonight, and he meant to capitalize on it.
* * * *
Alex relaxed against Jeff’s chest while Devon washed her from head to toe, lingering on the important bits in between. He turned her and cuddled her close while Jeff washed and conditioned her hair. She felt entranced and appreciated the quiet time to contemplate how the last hour or so had gone. They had been different with her, less playful, less demanding, and there was a more give-and-take feel to the sex. Alex thought they maybe had made love to her, albeit in different ways, and her heart swelled.
“Deep thoughts, sweetheart?” Jeff’s voice broke into her thoughts.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Nope, just enjoying the moment.”
“C’mon, baby, let’s get you dried off and tucked into bed.”
Alex was bundled into a bath sheet and her hair twisted dry in another fluffy towel. True to his word, Jeff tucked her into bed before climbing in beside her, and Devon spooned on the other side, kissing her shoulder and wrapping an arm around her waist. She was asleep without having another thought.
* * * *
As soon as Jeff was certain Alex was deeply asleep, he got up and found her clothes, carefully hanging the dress in the closet and putting the shoes on the rack. He threw the lingerie into the hamper before donning a pair of boxers, motioning to Devon to get his ass out of bed and follow him to the kitchen.
“What the fuck, Devon!” he growled.
Devon put his hands up and acknowledged Jeff’s ire. “I know, but I don’t care.”
“She might be pregnant!”
“So what if she is, man?” Devon shrugged. “I’d be okay with that.”
Jeff dropped onto a stool and stared at his friend. Slowly he said, “I’d be okay with it, too, but how about Alex?”
“I’ll talk to her tomorrow, Jeff, but it’ll be fine. I know it.”
Jeff shook his head, but the idea of setting up house with her and Devon, even having a baby in the mix, while a tad overwhelming, felt right somehow. Not to mention being able to fuck Alex bareback anytime, well…
He trudged back to the bedroom and stood staring down at her slender form curled up under the duvet. The long blonde hair fell in damp strands across her cheek and shoulders, and her breast rose gently with her deep breaths. She was beautiful and a good person, and she could be carrying their child. It didn’t matter if Devon had impregnated her. They would both be the father to the baby. He slipped into bed without waking her and gathered her close. She sighed in her sleep and nuzzled into his shoulder. His heart melted, he knew it, and he drifted off, vaguely aware of Devon climbing in on the other side and spooning against her back.
* * * *
Alex woke the next morning with a sense of déjà vu. She was bound, spread-eagle, to the bed, except this time she was on her belly and a pillow was under her hips, raising her buttocks high. She just knew she had bed hair and really wanted to brush her teeth. Gosh darn those impatient men.
“Morning, honey,” said Devon in a cheerful voice that made her want to choke him. She needed her coffee, too, or at the very least, a Coke.
“Morning, Alex,” said Jeff in an equally happy tone.
“I need to pee, brush my teeth, and fix my hair,” she stated in an irritated tone, screwing up her eyes.
“Sorry, babe. This will just take a minute, and we’ll let you up. Breakfast is ready, too,” encouraged Jeff.
“What’s going to take just a minute?” she demanded. Secretly she hoped it was an orgasm, though her bladder might not make that so wonderful, and she needed more than a minute.
No one answered her, but she felt her butt cheeks pulled open and a finger press against her back hole. She flinched away and opened her mouth to protest, but Devon was right there with his cock, and it smothered her words.
“C’mon, honey,” he urged. “Jeff is going to stretch that bottom hole in time for this afternoon’s festivities, and I would really like some kindness here.”
Alex wanted to roll her eyes but knew he was trying to distract her. She obligingly closed her lips around the head of his penis and slowly sucked him into her mouth like she would a spaghetti noodle.
Devon choked. “Holy shit, princess,
what was that? How did you learn to do that?”
Alex really wasn’t able to answer, her mouth quite full at the time, but she sucked harder until her cheeks hollowed and swirled her tongue around him at the same time.
* * * *
Devon thought he might actually be hurting with pleasure and caught Jeff’s mirth-filled gaze. Just you wait, he thought to himself while trying not to pull away from Alex’s determined suction and maybe lose something important. “I’ll be laughing your way soon.”
“Enough, Alex,” he actually begged. “Let me do some of the work.”
* * * *
Her jaw was starting to ache, so Alex released him, though she realized that this was a game she might just win with practice. Devon began to thrust into her mouth. It was an odd angle, and her teeth tended to catch a little on him. His thrusts were interspersed with muttered curses and stifled groans. She waited until she felt him tense a little then pushed forward and swallowed on the head as he slipped further back to her throat. Devon yelped and came. Alex managed to swallow some of his ejaculate, but the rest ran down her chin along with her spittle. Devon pulled out and looked down at her with what she swore was awe.
“We have created a monster, Jeff, I swear. That was too much.”
* * * *
Jeff hadn’t taken advantage of the distraction, taken as he was by the action. His cock throbbed and lurched toward Alex, and he took a step back, snapping out of his fascination. He threw Devon one of the towels he had handy.
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