Chapter 1 - Janice
What was
wrong with him? Shouldn’t he be happy that our sex life was as good
as it had been when we were first married? Holy hell, last night
had sure proved that! I leaned closer to the mirror to apply
mascara to my eyelashes, not too much, just enough to darken them
from the wheat shade of blond.
Another guy, with him watching? We’d always
had a blast going to the O Zone as a COUPLE, and stayed that way
all night. The place oozed decadent delights and that was enough to
crank up our sex life…at least I thought it was, until last night.
Was this his way of warming me up to the idea of full swing, so he
could fuck other women?
My hand paused in mid air and I stared at my
reflection. That was probably it. What would he get from another
man joining us? He didn’t have gay tendencies, although one of his
best buddies in college had come out of the closet and was in fact,
now flaming. I set the mascara back into the make-up bag, smiling
at their odd friendship--Damian, the star linesman of the football
team towering over Malcolm in the cheerleading team. Mutt and
Jeff.
I glanced at my watch and rolled pale pink
lipstick over my lips. Thanks to Damian and his fantasy last night,
I’d be late for work. Oh well, I couldn’t think of a better excuse
for being late, than a night of raucous sex, although THAT wasn’t
what I’d tell the boss. Mr. Grant would have a heart attack, if I
came out with that one!
Damian was in the kitchen sipping coffee
while scanning the headlines on his tablet when I walked in. His
gaze flitted to me and I could feel his eyes boring a hole in my
back as I poured a coffee. I turned to face him, my eyebrows lifted
as I stared wide eyed. “What?” It was all I could do to keep a
straight face.
A lock of hair brushed his smooth forehead
when he nodded his head towards me. “You know what. Have you—“
“Given any thought to your fantasy?” I set
the cup on the counter and walked toward him, putting my arms
around him and drawing his head to my breast. “I love the intimacy
between us now. I’ll think about it…but—“
He pulled back and looked up at me, a wounded
expression in the set of his lips pulled back in one corner beneath
sculpted cheekbones. Even after thirteen years of marriage, he
could still make my knees weak with just a look.
“But what?” His hand trailed along my hip,
pulling me closer with a tug.
“Are you sure we aren’t going down a slippery
slope? First another guy, then another girl and the next thing you
know we’re doing full swinging? I don’t think we’re ready for
that.” My finger played absently with a lock of his dark hair. The
truth was that I wasn’t ready for that, seeing him with another
woman.
“Maybe the club’s not the right place if
you’re afraid of that happening.” He smiled and then slapped my
ass, hard. “We’ll discuss this and see what we can come up
with.”
I rubbed my now stinging ass and watched him
take his cup to the sink and rinse it. Not at the club? He had
obviously given this some serious thought, anticipating my
objection. That was more in line with the way I normally approached
things, being a contract lawyer, examining all the ‘what if’
scenarios to protect my client.
“I’ve got a meeting with the engineers at
ten. How about if I drop you off on the way? It’ll save you the
head ache of traffic and we can talk about this some more.” He was
already getting his keys off the hook by the door.
“Okaaay.” If I didn’t love him so much and
hate fighting traffic, I might be annoyed at his persistence. But
on second thought, it had been his idea to try the couples’ club a
few months ago, when our sex life was becoming extinct. God knows,
it had sure fired us up.
Last night when we made love, he’d really got
into this other guy fucking me thing, talking dirty (which I loved)
and using a vibrator on me, treating it like it was another guy’s
cock. It was hot and I’d come
What was
wrong with him? Shouldn’t he be happy that our sex life was as good
as it had been when we were first married? Holy hell, last night
had sure proved that! I leaned closer to the mirror to apply
mascara to my eyelashes, not too much, just enough to darken them
from the wheat shade of blond.
Another guy, with him watching? We’d always
had a blast going to the O Zone as a COUPLE, and stayed that way
all night. The place oozed decadent delights and that was enough to
crank up our sex life…at least I thought it was, until last night.
Was this his way of warming me up to the idea of full swing, so he
could fuck other women?
My hand paused in mid air and I stared at my
reflection. That was probably it. What would he get from another
man joining us? He didn’t have gay tendencies, although one of his
best buddies in college had come out of the closet and was in fact,
now flaming. I set the mascara back into the make-up bag, smiling
at their odd friendship--Damian, the star linesman of the football
team towering over Malcolm in the cheerleading team. Mutt and
Jeff.
I glanced at my watch and rolled pale pink
lipstick over my lips. Thanks to Damian and his fantasy last night,
I’d be late for work. Oh well, I couldn’t think of a better excuse
for being late, than a night of raucous sex, although THAT wasn’t
what I’d tell the boss. Mr. Grant would have a heart attack, if I
came out with that one!
Damian was in the kitchen sipping coffee
while scanning the headlines on his tablet when I walked in. His
gaze flitted to me and I could feel his eyes boring a hole in my
back as I poured a coffee. I turned to face him, my eyebrows lifted
as I stared wide eyed. “What?” It was all I could do to keep a
straight face.
A lock of hair brushed his smooth forehead
when he nodded his head towards me. “You know what. Have you—“
“Given any thought to your fantasy?” I set
the cup on the counter and walked toward him, putting my arms
around him and drawing his head to my breast. “I love the intimacy
between us now. I’ll think about it…but—“
He pulled back and looked up at me, a wounded
expression in the set of his lips pulled back in one corner beneath
sculpted cheekbones. Even after thirteen years of marriage, he
could still make my knees weak with just a look.
“But what?” His hand trailed along my hip,
pulling me closer with a tug.
“Are you sure we aren’t going down a slippery
slope? First another guy, then another girl and the next thing you
know we’re doing full swinging? I don’t think we’re ready for
that.” My finger played absently with a lock of his dark hair. The
truth was that I wasn’t ready for that, seeing him with another
woman.
“Maybe the club’s not the right place if
you’re afraid of that happening.” He smiled and then slapped my
ass, hard. “We’ll discuss this and see what we can come up
with.”
I rubbed my now stinging ass and watched him
take his cup to the sink and rinse it. Not at the club? He had
obviously given this some serious thought, anticipating my
objection. That was more in line with the way I normally approached
things, being a contract lawyer, examining all the ‘what if’
scenarios to protect my client.
“I’ve got a meeting with the engineers at
ten. How about if I drop you off on the way? It’ll save you the
head ache of traffic and we can talk about this some more.” He was
already getting his keys off the hook by the door.
“Okaaay.” If I didn’t love him so much and
hate fighting traffic, I might be annoyed at his persistence. But
on second thought, it had been his idea to try the couples’ club a
few months ago, when our sex life was becoming extinct. God knows,
it had sure fired us up.
Last night when we made love, he’d really got
into this other guy fucking me thing, talking dirty (which I loved)
and using a vibrator on me, treating it like it was another guy’s
cock. It was hot and I’d come
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