by May Sage
Tori blinked, taken aback. It wasn’t like she’d really hidden the fact that she was part owner of the business; she’d assumed most people knew that, actually. But her colleague’s little speech made everyone look pretty damn petty and, over the next few days, she received an avalanche of half-assed apologies.
She accepted them graciously, because they generally came accompanied with homemade pumpkin pie. Someone had spilled the beans and made it known that it was her Achilles’ heel.
She and Bryant didn’t visit The Tower as much as some might think; once they’d moved to that perfect house with the naked brick wall, they went there perhaps once a month. Playing at home was just as much fun, to her, at least. Bryant was another story; he really loved it around other people, she could tell. He’d confessed to being one to show, and she saw it in everything he did, in every dress he bought her for those evenings.
Tori bit her lip. He was so damn patient, understanding, and caring with her, she was going to have to do something about meeting his needs someday soon.
“Hey,” she greeted Lexi, who was chatting away with Lillie.
When the receptionist wasn’t working, she hung out at The Tower sometimes, and it was evident that she and Lexi had hit it off. Lillie was a married Dom, whose husband was also a Dom; they had a petite, gorgeous redheaded Sub at home, though.
Tori couldn’t bring herself to ask how that worked.
“You see the guy Bryant is speaking to?” she discreetly tilted her head towards her fiancé.
He stood in a corner, standing next to a tanned Adonis who looked like he’d stepped out of a J Crew catalogue.
“That’s Maverick. Like, Maverick King. He said he’d just come back from an extended stay in Rome. They’re speaking business, so I left them to it, but isn’t he pretty to look at?”
So, she totally wasn’t being all that subtle. For the last few weeks, she’d pointed out various acquaintances of Bryant’s who seemed okay, to see if any of them caught Lexi’s attention; all in vain, so far.
Oh, well. At least she’d tried.
Bryant came back to her a few minutes later; his friend had disappeared somewhere.
“So, tell me if you have something against it, but Mav said one of his companies is looking for a new marketing campaign. It’s in fashion, and if we get the job, we’ll need to take some trips to Europe, though.”
“Like that’s a deterrent. I’d love to put something together for him,” she replied, not knowing that her response was going to start a whole new story.
Epilogue
“So, basically,” Tori said, “It’s all Lexi’s fault. Or maybe the gals at Agent Provocateur. If it wasn’t for those hot boobies, none of us would be here this fine Saturday night.”
It probably wasn’t the most traditional conclusion to a speech at an engagement party, but that was all she had.
The guests chuckled, as Bryant got up, holding his glass.
“Alright, let’s get something straight, as none of us want my bride to stay under her delusion. The fault entirely resides with James,” he pointed to the man sitting on the other side of the table, who looked pretty clueless. “Yes, you! See, days before we met at that party, there I was, minding my own business, chatting with my brother, and I saw a hot woman in his office. For some unfathomable reason, though, James decided he had to say ‘not that one’. He told me I couldn’t have her. I mean, that was practically forcing me to pay attention to her, right? So, I gave her a second look, and I realized she was the only one for me.”
The End.
Okay, so, it’s not the actual end. But the next chapter is separate for a very good reason.
CONTENT WARNING: Tori and Bryant won’t be alone. Yep. It’s exactly what you think it is.
25
Hotwife
She couldn’t breathe, feeling so fucking stressed. Why had she decided to go ahead with this ridiculous plan of hers? She should just have bought him cufflinks. Cufflinks were a very normal birthday present.
But this was Bryant Parker, her Mr. Croft, and he was everything but normal.
She forced herself to breathe in and out and stop questioning herself. This was perfect. More importantly, this was what he wanted. Needed. What he’d given up when he’d picked her, a newbie.
“Chill out, sweetheart. He’s going to be ecstatic.”
“Please stop talking to me,” she begged Desmond, who chuckled, amused.
Some noise came from the door, and chanting, “oh my god, oh my god,” she headed towards the entrance of their townhouse, and knelt, taking the now familiar position, and hoping against all hope that it wasn’t going to be a postman. Or the maid, who might have forgotten her purse. Or Girl Scouts with cookies. Oh, god, don’t let it be Girl Scouts.
The door opened in front of Bryant. She caught his confused look, and forced herself to stare down towards the floor.
“Oh, Tori…”
His voice was everything.
He bent down, and his hand cupped her face, pulling it up. Looking right into her eyes, he told her, “You’re the best fucking wife in the entire universe, don’t doubt it for an instant. Even when we fight for the remote control.”
She chuckled.
“Stand up, Vicky.”
She was much better at that now, even with a vibrating butt plug in her ass. He took her hand, and she led him into the entryway, where Desmond was waiting for them.
Bryant had told her he was an exhibitionist right at the start, but Tori had shied away from the idea of fucking in front of everyone at The Tower. Touching each other discreetly, she could handle, but that wasn’t what Bryant liked.
A while back, he’d joked that maybe they should try with one person, at first. “Like Desmond,” he’d suggested. “I know you think he’s hot.”
She hadn’t denied it, because, well, the man was hot. But she’d stored that information at the back of her mind somewhere, and here they were now.
Every step of the way since their wedding a year ago, they’d compromised. This was no different.
Bryant slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down, baring her to the eyes of their friend. Well, sort of friend. They were having a threesome; surely, that instantly made him BFF material?
“Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Stunning,” said Desmond.
“I know you’ve wanted her since you first saw her, King. But she’s mine. My wife. My soulmate. My perfect, delicious slut.”
Her nipples were agreeing with every word.
“Is she making you hard, King?”
“Oh, yes. Very much so.”
Tori blushed, biting her lips.
“Good. Show her how hard.”
Desmond unzipped his pants, and pulled a thick, veiny dick out of it. Holy shit. Hard was the understatement of the century.
Tori blushed harder, wondering if she was supposed to get that wet in front of her husband, while looking at another guy’s cock. Then, she chuckled. “This is so weird.”
“Is it, now?” Bryant asked, caressing her skin, clad with a black ensemble - suspenders, open-crotch underwear, cut-out bra. “Are your nipples begging to be bitten because you think this is weird, Vicky?”
He was purposefully slow, his hands exploring her until she was ready to burst. Getting to her ass, he laughed.
“My naughty, naughty girl wants to be taken in the ass, does she? Oh, well. If I must.”
He removed the plug she’d put in, and penetrated her without further ado, pulling one of her legs up, to ensure Desmond had a perfect view. Yet again proving himself to be too hot for words, Bryant also grabbed her second leg, carrying her and fucking her harder than ever, baring her to their friend, who was pumping his dick, hard.
“Come join us, King. My wife is dying to feel you inside her.”
And she was. She really, really was. She wouldn’t have admitted it, even to herself, she wouldn’t have asked for it, but Bryant always gave her what she desired.
Desmon
d put a condom on and closed the distance, stepping between her legs. He helped Bryant carry her weight, before pushing his dick inside her drenched pussy.
She yelled, feeling so fucking full, so incredibly tight, her toes curling painfully hard. Both of the Doms fucked her at their own rhythm, deep, hard, and fast. It was a miracle she didn’t faint.
Desmond’s mouth went around her nipple and sucked at it, while Bryant made her curve her neck to kiss him.
She wasn’t sure who came first, this time, or when they resumed the same activity later, after eating Bryant’s birthday cake.
Desmond didn’t stay long; this hadn’t been about him, and he knew it.
This was about her kinky Dom of a husband, and her slutty pussy wanting everything he had to give.
“So, is that only going to happen on birthdays, or can we also squeeze in a threesome on festive holidays?”
The End.
Really, this time!
Next in The Kings of The Tower series: Deep Down the Rabbit Hole (Maverick and Lexi.) Short excerpt to follow.
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Character Sheet
Tori Brown
Favorite brands:
Clothing: Ted Baker. She likes that it’s the best quality, looks absolutely perfect, but doesn’t cost tens of thousands.
Shoes: Doc Martens.
Lingerie: Agent Provocateur.
First seen:
Nadaed Peplum Dress, Ted Baker, Nadaed cropped bow detail jacket. She also owns the trousers.
Fav lingerie set:
Ashleigh Pink Hotpant and Bra set, Honey Birdette.
Lexi Taunton
Clothing: Karen Millen
Shoes: UGG boots.
Lingerie: Honey Bredette.
First seen:
Whitney suspender set, Agent Provocateur.
Bryant Parker
Favorite brands: Quote: “Mate, I’m a bloke. Whatever fits.”
First seen:
Hugo Boss shirt, Armani suit.
Boxer or Briefs?
Boxers.
Desmond King
Favorite brands:
Clothing: Prada.
Shoes: Handmade by an obscure little store he isn’t sharing.
First seen:
Valentino, light gray suit.
Boxer or Briefs?
Quote: “Why bother with either?”
Deep Down The Rabbit Hole
Unedited Excerpt
That hotel had some rooms available. Finally.
Given the tempest going on outside, Lexi wouldn’t have felt comfortable driving much further away, but each inn, bed and breakfast, or hotel they’s stopped at had been booked up to the roof.
The dreadful weather was keeping everyone landed until it was good enough to kindly fuck off.
“Yes, ma’am, we have two rooms left,” the attendee confirmed cheerfully, and her face fell.
He’d said two.
Lexi turned back to her companions; her two bosses wouldn’t see an issue sharing, given the fact that they were newlyweds, and ridiculously in love at that. But the other guy…
She gulped.
Maverick King. Croft Advertising’s newest client. He was, as always, the very picture of disapproval. She didn’t think she’d even seen him crack a smile during the whole week long trip.
“How big are these rooms, do they have twin beds?” he demanded to know.
The poor hotel worker took a second to understand the situation, and finally shook his head.
“I’m afraid not, I do apologize. These are fitted with king size beds.”
Oh for Christ’s sake.
“I can always keep driving, I’m sure I’ll find a hotel. You guys can stay here.”
Or, she’d be swept up by a tornado and taken to Oz.
“That’s quite out of the question.” To her surprise, that came from Mr. Disapproval himself. “We either all carry on going, or we’re all staying.” Then, glaring at her, he added, “Needless to say, the mature decision here is agreeing to stay. I’m sure we could share a bed without any unpleasantness arising. We’re both adults.”
He was such a fucking ass. But as he so happened to have a point, she bobbed her head in agreement. “Yeah. Sure. I mean, it’s a king size bed. It’ll be just fine.”
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