Something Forbidden (27 page)

“Of course you do, you little slut.”

The term felt like a blow from me to her. I cringed even as it left my mouth, only to feel her pussy ripple around me.

“I’m
your
little slut, though. No one else’s. Remember that.” She tossed her head, dislodging the hair from her face momentarily. “God, it’s been too long. You feel so big.”

“I saw the photo of you and Greg before that reception. You were hot.” I let her think about that. “So you didn’t seduce him into a confession?”

“Oh, I seduced him into a confession. But he got nothing out of it.”

“Nothing?”

“Well, maybe a kiss.” She giggled as she felt me surge inside her. “Really? Even with all we’ve been through?”

“I can’t help what makes me hot.” I pumped her a few times. “And you can’t, either. You weren’t at all tempted to try his big dick one more time?”

“I wasn’t. Seriously.” She let her breath catch up to her, then gave up trying when she couldn’t. “Even if I could overlook the sleaze-factor, he was actually just too big to be really good.”

“So you’re saying this is all you need?” My sarcasm was mild. I knew she wasn’t just telling me that to make me feel better about my above-average cock.

“That and the man attached to it.” She drew me in for a long, sweet kiss. “But I’m not saying that I don’t
want
to try more.”

I sped up my pumping hips, driving down as Katie began to bounce hers up. “Have anyone in mind?”

“Well, now that you mention it, I hear Nadia and John are pretty open-minded,” she said.

My balls seized as a new fantasy formed out of an old one. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d finally be able to finish seducing that quiet young man, and one-up Nadia at the same time.”

“Stop living in the past, Max.” Katie’s nails dug into the back of my neck as her orgasm eclipsed her. With the last bits of breath she had, she said, “I want to fuck her, too.”

I saw the future in our mutual orgasm. It was a bright one, filled with new adventures and lightning-hot experiences. It wouldn’t be without challenges. We’d probably have a few more Greg and Chloes. But we’d have them together, and each time, we’d grow from them.

But right now, tonight, the grand opening of The Katherine, we were all about celebration. And as I buried myself in Katie’s tight embrace and we came down from our lust-fueled high, I realized that the celebration had only just begun.

****

I emerged from the back alone, half-expecting the entire bar to be staring at me in judgment. No one gave me a second glance.

I spotted John seated at the bar, checking his phone. A wide-mouthed glass blooming with fruit sat in front of him. Nadia was up at the front, talking with the host staff, so I slid in behind the bar and approached her husband.

“Hey, John. Glad you could make it.”

He looked up at me, his smile boyish and shy as always. “Hey, Max. I’m glad I could, too.”

“Hey, thanks for helping us,” I said. “With the whole mess, I mean. Never thought we’d get mixed up with a pair of psycho swingers.”

John waved the gratitude away like it was nothing. “All I did was relay some information.”

“It was some pretty critical information, though.” We shared a laugh and that was that: I said my piece, he said his, and we moved on. I pointed at his drink. “You don’t like it?”

“It’s certainly very...fruity. I didn’t realize that when I ordered a punch.”

“It’s there for the smell, not so much to be eaten,” I explained. I spotted Katie out of the corner of my eye. She squeezed in at the end of the bar and glanced over the drink menu.

“Check out the chick in red,” I said. “She’s had her eye on you all night.”

At first, John was confused. Following my eyes, he got the game I was playing. “You sure?”

“Actually, you’re right. She’s had her eye on you long before tonight.” I nodded, pulling out a couple saucer-style champagne glasses and a shaker. “And from what your wife has told me, the attraction’s mutual.”

“So that’s what that text was about,” he said to himself. “We’ve never done anything.”

“Good.” I shook up a drink, poured it into the two glasses, and pushed them before him. “Let’s fix that tonight. Give her one of these. Tell her the bartender recommended it.”

For a guy who was no stranger to stranger-sex, John looked like I’d announced that I was Santa Claus and that Christmas was starting
right now
. For a long moment, I didn’t think he was going to take it. He looked at the drinks, pale yellow and brimming with promise, then back up at me. At last, he scooped them up and turned to go with a nod.

“What are they called, in case she asks?” he said over his shoulder.

“The Last Word.”

Watching John thread his way through the thick crowd at the bar gave me the now-familiar jitters. We were headed into new territory once again. Dangerous territory, yet safely so.

Nadia took John’s place on the opposite side of the bar. She plucked a piece of pineapple out of his abandoned punch and bit into it before looking up at me. “What are you up to?”

I watched as John stepped up behind Katie, tapped her on the shoulder, and offered her the drink. She smiled, looked surprised, then glanced in our direction. Our eyes met, her connection as clear to me as if she’d whispered it right against my ear:
You sure?

I nodded, then looked back at Nadia. “So I have this fantasy that involves my wife and other men...”

Epilogue

“Oh, yes. Right...there!” We could hear Katie’s voice pour from the bedroom all the way at the base of the stairs. The stairs of our home. Even in the dark, I could see the family photos walk up the shadow-splashed walls. Not that I was actually seeing any of them. All my focus was on upstairs. On Katie’s moans.

For the owner and the manager to leave the opening night of a new bar an hour early would have been unthinkable. Missing what was happening in that bedroom would have been impossible.

It was 1:30. Katie and John had left a half hour ago. I was proud of myself that I’d held out as long as I had. It was one of the longest half-hours of my life.

“Uh, yeah. Fuck...me. Fuckme!” Katie’s cries burned in my ears. I glanced back at Nadia, trailing me on the stairs. Her eyelids flashed open. She nodded.

They were in the master bedroom, the door left wide. I froze just inside the doorframe as the debauchery of the scene crashed home.

Katie rode John reverse cowgirl, her heaving nudity in my direct line of sight. She’d left the red garter belt and nude stockings on, framing the lewd scene before me. Otherwise, nothing was hidden. Not the way her tits spilled over the lacy top of her crimson bra, hard nipples screaming. Not the way John clutched her hips as he fucked her from beneath, or the pale pink latex of his condom. I could even see the outline of his cock head stretch Katie’s smooth waxed pussy lips as he withdrew, the ridge dragging along her g-spot.

“Oh my God, that feels good.” Katie planted her arms straight back and arched her chest to the ceiling. The cups of her bra slipped lower down her torso, releasing her full breasts.

John moved his right hand off Katie’s hip, sliding it down between her legs. Following the dart of auburn curls, he fingered Katie’s clit in time with his thrusting cock.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Nadia whispered against my ear. I was suddenly aware of the other woman, pressed close behind me, watching over my shoulder. “Natural redhead, too. I always wondered.”

I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t. Not with the sight before me. This may be something Nadia and John were used to, but it was only the second time for me.

“Are you okay?” Nadia asked.

Heat bloomed across my face, shame and excitement fueling that fire. “Yeah.”

“Just yeah? Or
fuck yeah
?” Her hand caressed my hard on before I could answer. “Fuck yeah it is.”

It felt like déjà vu, being led into a room like that. One day, I needed to see the initial stages of seduction—now that I knew there’d be a one-day. To watch Katie strip a man, and be stripped, would be something to savor.

“Oh, fuck, I’m come—ming!” Katie cried.

Not that I was complaining about the current setup.

Nadia’s whisper reminded me that I was not alone. “Mind if I join them?”

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. The brunette detached herself from me and sauntered into the room. I leaned against the doorframe, working up the courage to follow.

“It’s about time you two got it on,” Nadia said, announcing herself to the fucking couple. Katie was still in the grips of her orgasm to care. John just looked around Katie and smiled at his wife.

Nadia pulled her black blouse over her head, revealing a matching black bra. Her skirt went next, revealing a pair of thigh-highs and a black thong.

John rolled Katie to the side as she came down from her panting high. She curled up onto her side, her closed eyes and wide smile pure bliss. Nadia crawled onto the bed opposite her, her mouth seeking out John’s.

I thought back to Chloe and Greg and our wild hotel foursome, and try as I might, I couldn’t remember the two of them ever sharing a kiss—and certainly not like the one Nadia and John shared. Nadia pulled away at one point, her whisper just loud enough to reach my ears.

“I love you so much, baby. And I’ve missed you...”

John looked pained. “I’m trying to get back, honey. I think I’ve got a lead.”

Nadia rolled her panties down and climbed into his lap. “Well, you’re here now. Let’s make the most of it.”

Her bra came off as she settled onto John’s cock. I watched the muscles in her back tighten and flex as she arched over him, the long sweep of tawny skin a work of art.

Beside them, Katie shifted, coming back to herself. She found me standing in the door. Nothing else mattered but that smile. She reached out for me and I went to her and sat on the edge of the bed.

Her voice was hoarse. “You saw me?”

“I watched, yeah. You were sexy.”

“And you’re not mad?”

“Never. I’m glad you two got to finally cross that line.”

Katie laughed. “You know, not all lines are meant to be crossed, Max.”

I loosened my tie, pulling it over my head without fully unfastening it. I started working on the buttons of my shirt as Katie fumbled with my belt. “I know, but some are inevitable.”

My shirt came off at the same time that Katie freed my cock. I rolled her onto her back and crawled over her as she pushed my trousers down with her toes. They snagged on my ankles, but I was too impatient to care.

Her pussy welcomed me home, warm and ready to receive. Our bodies were as one, eyes locked, skin on skin. “That feels good, Max. Just right.”

She’d now been with two other men since our adventure had begun—and I was pretty sure that the future would hold more—but nothing would compare to this connection. I knew it as surely as I knew Katie loved me. It helped with the jealousy and insecurity. It helped still that restless turmoil in my gut—
still
but not
eliminate
. I knew now that those emotions were as much a part of this fantasy as the excitement.

“Look at them, John,” Nadia said.

The lens of my consciousness drew back. For a moment, I felt distant from myself, a man on a bed with three others. Katie and I weren’t alone. John was there, lying next to her, Nadia hunched over him.

“It’s beautiful,” John agreed.

“Can we be like that one day?” Nadia asked.

I drifted back to myself, rejoining the scene with a snap.

John reached up and touched his wife’s face. “Absolutely.”

I looked down at Katie, who smiled at me and shrugged. It was nice to have something that others wanted.

Still to John, Nadia said, “You know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

John had smile lines around his eyes. I saw the distinguished man he’d be in ten years. Looking at Katie and I, he said, “I see a couple things you’ve always wanted to do.”

Nadia laughed. “Well, one of those is off-limits. The other, I’m still not sure.”

With her eyes locked on Katie, Nadia leaned over and kissed my wife.

In the vast catalogue of my fantasies, this one was one of the last I thought I’d ever see. Yet there it was, playing out inches away from me. I was close enough to see their tongues frolic and hear the wet sounds of the kiss.

Nadia brushed her dark hair over her ear, tilting her head—whether to give me a better view or kiss Katie deeper, I couldn’t be sure.

John shifted out from under Nadia, freeing the dusky skinned woman to make-out with Katie without the awkward twist of her body. He circled around, re-entering her from behind.

Nadia broke the kiss with a sigh, tossing her head back as she accepting her husband’s cock. Katie seized the moment to dribble kisses down the other woman’s neck, lingering in the hollow above her clavicle before taking a dark nipple into her mouth.