when it came to sex. Hell, how many times had they swapped stories while they waited to tee off on the golf course? Doug had no problem sharing the kinky things he and Alana liked to try in the privacy of their own home, and Killian encouraged him to give every salacious detail. Perhaps there was more to his interest than pure, perverted male curiosity.
“Really? Is there some way I could be of assistance in making all your desires come true, Alana?” Killian’s silky smooth baritone voice rippled through Doug’s chest, and he heard Alana’s sharp intake of breath.
Her eyes darted to meet Doug’s, and he smiled reassuringly at his wife. If they were going to do this, they were going in with their eyes open. “I believe she’d like you to watch to begin with.”
Killian stepped a little closer to the two of them and lowered his voice, directing his next question to Alana, “I’ll only ask this once, but I have to ask. Would you like to stay here, or go into one of the bedrooms where we have more privacy?”
The ultimate question in Doug’s mind was whether or not she actually wanted to put on a show for the entire bevy of strangers in the room, or just for Killian. The air around them grew tense as Alana considered her first foray into exhibitionism.
“I believe I’d prefer to throw caution to the wind tonight. Will you help me?” she said softly as she stared up into Killian’s face.
“Be sure, love; exhibitionism is like a drug, once you begin, well…”
Killian’s words faded off as a blush of pink stained Alana’s pale, white skin. She only hesitated a moment before she gave a short, sharp nod and whispered, “I’m sure.”
The smile that spread across Killian’s face was heart-stopping, for Doug, so he could only imagine how Alana’s body responded. “I would be honored to watch .”
“Thank you, Killian,” she murmured, staring up at him as though he had just performed some sort of heavenly miracle. Doug winced at the adoration on her face. Perhaps getting her involved with Killian wasn’t the best idea, but it was too late to back out now. His wife had asked him to fulfill her fantasy, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her down.
Responding only with a wide smile and a dip of his head, Killian moved to the loveseat nearby, and Doug’s heart leapt in his chest. Finally! He would finally be allowed to live out his fantasy of public sex—and with his wife, no less! He couldn’t resist skimming his hand up the curve of her hip to her shoulder. Her bare skin under the thin strap of her dress was as soft as cashmere, and he danced his fingers delicately up her neck and over to her zipper.
He felt her trembling under his hand as he lowered it one inch at a time, exposing her perfect pale, peach-colored skin. Flicking his eyes up to meet Killian’s, he smiled when his partner twirled his finger in the air, directing the scene even from six feet away. Doug complied, by gently turning Alana around to face him, with her zipper halfway down her back, and her dress straps slipping off of her shoulders. The excitement on her face was tempered with apprehension in her touch as she placed her palms on Doug’s chest awaiting his next move.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered just before capturing her lips under his own. Seeking only to soothe her nerves, he stroked his tongue over her soft skin, and then pushed his way into her sweet mouth.
~ ~ ~
Alana…
It was the ultimate rush. She could feel the zip of anxiety over her skin and the fire of desire in her blood. Alana had never felt more human. In the past, Doug had tried to get her to join in, but each time, something held her back.
Ultimately, she feared rejection. What if she wasn’t passionate enough, or sexy enough, or thin enough for the crowd to want to watch? If she was honest with herself, her biggest fear was being rejected by the man who now watched her from a few feet away. She had no fear of rejection
“Really? Is there some way I could be of assistance in making all your desires come true, Alana?” Killian’s silky smooth baritone voice rippled through Doug’s chest, and he heard Alana’s sharp intake of breath.
Her eyes darted to meet Doug’s, and he smiled reassuringly at his wife. If they were going to do this, they were going in with their eyes open. “I believe she’d like you to watch to begin with.”
Killian stepped a little closer to the two of them and lowered his voice, directing his next question to Alana, “I’ll only ask this once, but I have to ask. Would you like to stay here, or go into one of the bedrooms where we have more privacy?”
The ultimate question in Doug’s mind was whether or not she actually wanted to put on a show for the entire bevy of strangers in the room, or just for Killian. The air around them grew tense as Alana considered her first foray into exhibitionism.
“I believe I’d prefer to throw caution to the wind tonight. Will you help me?” she said softly as she stared up into Killian’s face.
“Be sure, love; exhibitionism is like a drug, once you begin, well…”
Killian’s words faded off as a blush of pink stained Alana’s pale, white skin. She only hesitated a moment before she gave a short, sharp nod and whispered, “I’m sure.”
The smile that spread across Killian’s face was heart-stopping, for Doug, so he could only imagine how Alana’s body responded. “I would be honored to watch .”
“Thank you, Killian,” she murmured, staring up at him as though he had just performed some sort of heavenly miracle. Doug winced at the adoration on her face. Perhaps getting her involved with Killian wasn’t the best idea, but it was too late to back out now. His wife had asked him to fulfill her fantasy, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her down.
Responding only with a wide smile and a dip of his head, Killian moved to the loveseat nearby, and Doug’s heart leapt in his chest. Finally! He would finally be allowed to live out his fantasy of public sex—and with his wife, no less! He couldn’t resist skimming his hand up the curve of her hip to her shoulder. Her bare skin under the thin strap of her dress was as soft as cashmere, and he danced his fingers delicately up her neck and over to her zipper.
He felt her trembling under his hand as he lowered it one inch at a time, exposing her perfect pale, peach-colored skin. Flicking his eyes up to meet Killian’s, he smiled when his partner twirled his finger in the air, directing the scene even from six feet away. Doug complied, by gently turning Alana around to face him, with her zipper halfway down her back, and her dress straps slipping off of her shoulders. The excitement on her face was tempered with apprehension in her touch as she placed her palms on Doug’s chest awaiting his next move.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered just before capturing her lips under his own. Seeking only to soothe her nerves, he stroked his tongue over her soft skin, and then pushed his way into her sweet mouth.
~ ~ ~
Alana…
It was the ultimate rush. She could feel the zip of anxiety over her skin and the fire of desire in her blood. Alana had never felt more human. In the past, Doug had tried to get her to join in, but each time, something held her back.
Ultimately, she feared rejection. What if she wasn’t passionate enough, or sexy enough, or thin enough for the crowd to want to watch? If she was honest with herself, her biggest fear was being rejected by the man who now watched her from a few feet away. She had no fear of rejection
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