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by Cristal Ryder

Wendy turned and led us down the hall. I glanced in the room at the end and shivered with unexpected excitement. It was the dungeon.

  A tingle rushed down my spine and heat flooded my belly. Suddenly I felt wet and swollen, like I did after Joe and I had a steady fucking session. My nipples hardened when I spied the sex swing.

  “Our dungeon is moderately equipped. We are still waiting to see the actual interest levels in the room and gauge it from there.” I glanced at Wendy. She was looking at me and my cheeks grew hot. She smiled. “Hmm, do I sense you’re interested in playing?”

  I flicked a look at Joe and he raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. Did that mean he was interested? “Um.” I swung my gaze back to Wendy. “I’m not opposed to the idea. Especially the swing.”

  She clapped her hands before taking one of mine. “Come, I’ll show you how to use it.”

  Before I knew it she had positioned me in the swing with my legs spread wide, lounging back holding on to the ropes. Joe stood behind Wendy. His arms crossed over his wide chest enhanced the muscled thickness of his biceps and forearms. He watched every move we made and licked his lips whenever Wendy’s fingers brushed my flesh as she placed me how she wanted in the swing.

  “There. How does that feel?”

  Her hand rested on my thigh and I was acutely aware of it. My skin tingled and grew hot from her touch, radiating a delightful sweep of arousal throughout my body. I’d never had a woman touch me before and was surprised at how pleasant it was.

  “Actually, quite comfortable.” Even if my legs were spread wide and pussy bare to both their gazes. They were taking in the view of my exposure and I trembled with excitement.

  “Good.” Wendy’s voice was soft, low, and I was sure I heard a husky tone to it as if she were aroused too. But then why wouldn’t she be? Just because she was the owner didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy her club any way she pleased. Her hand slipped to my inner thigh and slowly slid up my leg.

  I sucked in a breath, unsure what to do, but determined to not shift my position. Her hand stopped just before the crease of my thigh and as close to my pussy as any woman had ever been.

  “You have lovely soft skin.” And then her hand was gone. Was that a flash of disappointment I experienced? “Joe, please stand here.”

  I watched him do as instructed and he was between my thighs, his crotch in perfect line with me. All he’d have to do is unzip his pants and step forward to slide in my hot and very ready core. I moaned.

  Wendy chuckled, a deep, seductive sound. “I think you two could use some play time. I can sense your sexual tension.” I lifted my head and watched as she reached for the zipper on Joe’s pants. “May I?” She looked at him and then me. Joe nodded and so did I.

  Deftly she had the zipper down and his cock out, cradling it in her small hands. It was his turn to groan and I watched as she stroked him. His head fell back and the veins in his neck corded with strain. She took his hand, replacing hers with it. “I assume you use condoms.”

  We didn’t say anything, as she assumed right and I guess both of us wanted to see what she would do. Wendy reached into the bowl on the table beside the wall and retrieved a package. She ripped it open and placed the condom on Joe’s cock head and rolled it down.

  “There you go, now step forward.”

  He did.

  She held his cock in one hand and I nearly jumped out of my skin when her other hand swept through my lips to my clit and back down to open me. Her fingers soft and sure, she spread my pussy lips open. When the tip of his cock whispered against my highly sensitive cleft a shudder rumbled through me.

  With a hushed voice Wendy instructed Joe, “Thrust. Slowly.”

  He did. I dropped my head back and held my breath as he pushed into me. Deep. Slow. Stretching and filling me in excruciating pleasure.

  Wendy rested her hand just above my mound and pressed down. It was exquisite. “Hold her hips.” He did and I sizzled under his fingertips. “Now, you can swing her to meet you with every plunge.”

  I was befuddled. How the hell had this happened? We were on a tour one minute and the next in the sex swing and getting fucking lessons. It was fantastic. Sweet delight filled me and I clenched my thigh muscles, wiggled my ass in the swing and wanted more.

  “Harder, Joe.” My voice was gravelly. He grunted and slammed his body into me. I let go of the rope and snaked my hand down to my clit, swirling my fingers over the sensitive nub. “I’m going to come.”

  I loved the intensity on Joe’s face as he fucked me. Wendy watched where we joined. She licked her lips and her gaze flickered to me. She smiled and nodded. I didn’t even know this woman and yet her being here watching seemed the most natural thing in the world.

  I wanted her to watch me. Watch us.

  She lifted her hand and reached out, then hesitated, balling her fingers into a fist as if fighting the urge to touch us. A searing-hot flash began in my belly, my orgasm was imminent. I couldn’t move my hand over my clit anymore and let it drop beside me. She must have taken that as invitation, because quickly she placed her fingers where mine had been moments before. I was too boneless and bordering on a mind-blowing orgasm to resist.

  I looked at Joe, our gazes met and we were glued to each other. It was just us and I sucked in a breath. Held it, trying not to close my eyes as I wanted to see him come. He was glorious in all his raw maleness when he orgasmed. My belly constricted and a bloom of excruciating delight exploded from my clit and pussy, sending my body into pulsing orgasms.

  Joe thrust harder and withdrew, pausing for the briefest moment before he plunged deep, steady, and pulled my hips hard against him. His cock swelled inside me and he let out a controlled groan then collapsed on me, his mouth finding mine. His movements drew out another shiver of delight from me and then he went limp, his head falling on my shoulder. Both of us gasped for breath.

  “Holy shit,” he murmured next to my neck. “What the hell was that all about?”

  I shook my head, still trying to gather my thoughts. “I-I know. That was incredible.”

  He nodded and pushed himself up. He looked around and my gaze followed his. Wendy was gone. I lay still spread wide as Joe backed up and stood before me.

  “You’re one hot bitch, Tara. I’ve a mind to keep you trussed up in that chair all night.”

  “Now that would hardly be fair, would it? The night has just begun.” I struggled to get out and the swing started to move, making it harder. “Here, help me out.”

  Joe took my hand and easily pulled me off the swing until we stood flush, chest to breast, hips to hips and stared into each other’s eyes.

  “Yes, the night has just begun and it certainly started off with a bang.”

  I laughed at his choice of words. “Yes it did at that. Let’s go find the bar on the third floor she told us about. I need another drink.”

  Chapter Two

  The hum throughout the building was growing. I could almost feel the sexual tension mounting as well. We weren’t really sure how the spectator sex would begin, because it seemed to be ongoing from the minute we got in the door. Not that I was complaining. And Joe certainly wasn’t either.

  I sipped my dirty martini with extra olives and lounged back in the retro barstool. So far we were the only ones there.

  Joe took a swig of his beer. “So, are you glad we came? Not much activity going on right now.”

  “Yeah, I was wondering the same thing. But yes, glad we came.” I winked and grinned at him. “That was my first time in a swing, and getting help from another person.”

  He smiled and nodded. “That was pretty hot. Was that the first time you’ve had some female assistance?”

  I was shocked when I felt a blush rush over my cheeks. “Yes.”

  He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, squeezing gently. “Nothing wrong with that. Would you want to do it again?”

  I shrugged. “It never crossed my mind. But I suppose anything is possible.” I looked him square
in the eye and asked, “How about you? Would you like another guy to join us?”

  He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head back, took a long pull from the beer bottle. The urge to press my lips to his throat as he swallowed was overwhelming, but I wanted him to answer me.

  He pinned me with his dark eyes and I swallowed, waiting to hear what he was going to say.

  “It never crossed my mind, but I suppose anything is possible.”

  I gave him a swat on the arm. “That’s not fair, nor is it a proper answer.”

  “Would you like another guy to join us?”

  I lifted my chin and the words were out before I could control them. “Hell ya! Why not more than one, how about two or three?”

  “Three!” His eyes bugged out. “Isn’t that being a little greedy?”

  “No, not in the least.” But shit, that would be frigging amazing.

  “What would you do with all that cock?”

  “Enjoy it.” I gave him an evil grin. “After all, it would be all about me.” I shivered with the thought of multiple male hands, mouths and yes, cocks, on and in me.

  “So then if the roles were reversed, you would be receptive to me having more than one chick?”

  I smiled and raised my eyebrows. “Never say never and something I hadn’t really thought about.”

  Joe took a swig of beer, then leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You might get your wish.”

  “What do you mean?” I sat up and looked in the direction he was.

  A couple of very well-built guys came into the room and beelined it right for us. I didn’t think single guys were permitted. They settled on the stool to my right, and with Joe to my left, I was nicely sandwiched between some solid male muscle.

  They ordered their drinks and nodded. The taller of the two, blond and blue-eyed, turned to us. “Seems rather tame, don’t you think?”

  Tame! If he thought this tame I had to wonder what the hell else he’d experienced. And yes, I was totally intrigued. In my book, this was far from tame with all the nakedness earlier and our swing-sexcapade.

  Oh god, had anyone watched us from the doorway?

  “It’s our first time so we’re not too sure what to expect,” Joe answered. I was glad he spoke, because I was still wondering if anybody had watched us. I was also curious how these two single dudes got into a couples’ club.

  “How did you get in?” I blurted, then realized it came out way too harsh. “I mean, did you come with anyone or on your own?”

  The dark-haired fellow swung his gaze to me. “Why do you ask, darlin’?”

  Smartass. He also got my antenna up a bit, but not in a negative way, more in a I-need-to-get-to-know-you way. I met his gaze with a steady look. I wasn’t about to let him try to intimidate me. Instead his dark, syrupy gaze succeeded in liquefying my insides into raw, edgy lust.

  “I ask, because it is a couples’ or single ladies’ club. No predatory single males.”

  He smiled and didn’t miss a beat. “We,” he paused, “didn’t get your name, darlin’.”

  “I never said. But it’s Tara.”

  “Well, Tara, we were invited special for tonight. You never know when someone might want to have a moresome and we’re here to answer the call.”

  I felt my eyes widen. Moresome? Whoa, how intriguing is that?

  Joe nudged me and I glanced at him, careful to blink and banish the look of surprise that surely must be etched on my face.

  “Did you want to stay up here, or head down for the show?” Joe asked.

  I slipped off the stool, tottered on my heels for the briefest second and didn’t miss the hand that shot out from Mr. Intensity.

  His fingers brushed my elbow, shooting tingles of awareness up my arm.

  “Maybe we should head downstairs and find out where the special show will be taking place.” I leaned into Joe and kept my voice low.

  “You won’t have to look too hard for it. Every room will be burning up with wild and crazy sex,” Mr. Intensity said.

  I straightened my back and in a moment of recklessness, placed my hands at my waist and smoothed out the slip of fabric. Glancing at the guys from under my lashes, I ran my fingers over my breasts, slipping them under the edge of the triangles covering my nipples, then slid them down my sides to the micro-mini. Bending a knee slightly, hoping against hope that I was pulling off being a sexy witch without looking ridiculous, I smoothed the skirt over my hips before turning to present my ass and repeat the move.

  When I heard a chorus of sucked-in male breaths I knew I had succeeded in gaining their attention. Taking a step away, I reached out for Joe’s hand and casually tossed over my shoulder, “Maybe later, boys,” and led Joe from the bar.

  I felt their heated gazes with each step and just as we turned the corner, I glanced back and was thrilled to see they watched us leave. My belly tightened. I could feel Mr. Intensity’s power from here. So I gave them an evil wink and throaty laugh before they vanished behind the wall.

  Gawd, what had I become since arriving at Desire After Dark?

  I followed Joe back down the stairs. Watching his dark head. He turned and looked in every room we passed by, I followed his gaze. Most were still fairly empty, yet the sound of voices rose up the elaborate staircase from below. Finally on the main floor, we were engulfed by a crowd of people in various states of undress.

  Joe leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Well, what do you think of this?”

  “Incredible. I’ve never see so much tits, ass and pussy in one room.”

  “Stunning.” His voice was thick.

  I glanced at him. He was like a kid in a candy store. Didn’t know which way to look first. I laughed when he licked his lips. “Don’t be such a letch, Joe.” I gave him a playful punch.

  “Shit. I’ve never seen so much eye-candy in one place before.”

  “I know, couldn’t agree with you more.”

  “There’s a spot at the end of the bar.”

  I followed the path he cleared, smiling when the ladies gawked at him. I had a moment of pride rush over me that it was me he was with and not them. Yep, fuckbuddies. That’s us and we liked it that way. No strings. No complications. Just pleasure with no consequences.

  There was only one seat so he sat on it, grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap. His cock was hard under my ass and I loved the feel of it and his powerful chest flush to my back. His hand slipped around my waist, just under my breast. From another perspective it may have looked like a possessive hold on me. It was anything but. “Let’s watch the show, shall we?”

  I nodded and snuggled into him, glad to get off my too-high spiked heels. Magically, two more drinks appeared on the bar and a large tray of delectable finger foods. Yum. Had everything I needed.

  Wendy, now wearing a barely there lingerie thingie—all I could think to call it—hushed the crowd.

  “Thank you all for coming.” She smiled and waved her hand around to everyone. “There are some old faces and some new ones.” She pointedly looked at Joe and me. To my horror, I felt a blush rush up my neck and bloom over my cheeks. Her wink was outrageous and I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

  The crowd clapped and she raised her hand before continuing. “Tonight is very special and we hope you enjoy. This particular event has been talked about for quite a while and even though our club is open to all for your own form of pleasure, having a dedicated spectator-sex night is something we’ve been asked for. Watching those around you in the club is perfectly acceptable, but some people still felt uncomfortable watching.” She stopped and clapped her hands together with delight. “So tonight you can gawk all you want without feeling nosy. It’s your night and our volunteers are very happy to have you watch them. Don’t be shy!”

  The murmur of voices rose and again, Wendy raised her hand. “There will be no schedule or set performances, if you will, just adults enjoying themselves in our club. So, off you go. Relax, have fun, watch, play and enjoy.”


  I watched her disappear into the crowd and the excitement I’d felt earlier grew. It just seemed so perfectly wrong to watch people have sex. Yet being given the permission to watch was exhilarating.

  As the crowd began to disperse from the bar, I sipped my drink and leaned back on Joe. Before I could say anything the two hotties from the upstairs bar walked past. Mr. Intensity gave me a crooked smile and a slow, sexy wink. Heat flared in me and I felt myself get wet.

  My train of thought went off track and I took a big gulp, hoping the sharp burn of alcohol would snap me out of my lust haze. “Joe,” I whispered. “Where should we set up our viewing seats?”

  “Dunno. Let’s watch where everyone heads to and decide after that.” I nodded and froze at his next words. “Unless you want to follow those two dudes from the upstairs bar?”

  How the hell did he know?

  “Um, sure. Whatever.” I tried to hide my surprise. Excited that he brought it up. That meant he might be open to have a moresome? My heart tripped over itself and I sipped again, squirming my ass on his lap. “Either way, we’re gonna get some while we’re here.”

  “You better believe it.” He nuzzled my neck and shivers rippled along my flesh. “You’re the hottest bitch in this place.”

  “Oh Joe.” I shifted until I was sitting sideways on him, wound my arms around his neck and pressed my partly opened lips to his. “You do have a way with words.”

  His tongue flicked out and pushed through my slackened lips. I met his with mine. The soft and gentle dance of flesh was a total juxtaposition to the burning, urgent need that roared inside me and from the walls of the club itself.

  His arms banded around me and I sighed into him. We did have a chemistry that I would be hard-pressed to give up. As he kissed me into oblivion, the hazy apparition of Mr. Intensity’s face drifted through my mind. His smile, dark eyes and slow wink heated me up. Joe’s cock twitched under me and I wanted it in me, along with the hands of Mr. I and his quiet buddy all over me.

  Joe broke the kiss, his breath harsh and ragged, hot where he buried his face in my neck. “Let’s go find ourselves a perch and look for some action.”

 

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