“Why don’t we get out of here?” he whispers in my ear, gliding his large hand against my thigh. His thumb rubs warm circles over the top of the lace.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Anywhere. I need my wife to know how much I want her.”
“How much is that?” I whisper back.
“All I’ve been able to think about is pushing up your pretty, white dress and tasting your sweet cunt all night.”
“Smith.” I smack his chest playfully.
“Do you want me to push up your dress and fuck you from behind instead? Remind you who you belong to in every way?”
“You belong to me too, you know?”
“I sure as fuck do. You own every piece of me, Wife.” He kisses me deeply and grabs my hand. “Surely there’s a room in this big ass house we can sneak off to.”
I take the lead, having been to their house more times than he has, and I drag him to the pantry off the kitchen. Smith grabs a pastry off the counter and is distracted when I open the door.
Kelsey is making out with Shyla, who has one hand wrapped in her hair. The other hand is pushing a blonde man’s head against Kelsey’s pussy as she writhes in pleasure. Another man is on his knees rubbing Kelsey’s thigh. She honestly looks like a Greek goddess, being completely worshiped. Kelsey meets my gaze and her eyes go wide. I arch my eyebrow and wonder why Dom wasn’t invited to the pantry cunnilingus fest.
I remember her telling me Emmett likes to be bossed around. He’s the only blonde and he’s clearly enjoying his time under Kelsey’s dress. Shyla directs him, “Make her come and then you can touch me.” I take one more glance, annoyed that I need to stop seeing how this plays out, but it’s for both Kelsey’s and Smith’s benefit. I never considered myself a voyeur, but I really want to figure out this dynamic. To prevent them from needing therapy, I quickly shut the door and grab Smith’s hand to direct him to another room.
Smith goes to re-open the door and I push him away. “Uh, too small for what we want to do,” I say.
The next door down the hallway is Liv’s office, and I open the door and push Smith inside. It’s so pink and girly. Right now the walls are plastered with wedding ideas from all the planning she’s been doing. I shut the door behind us and turn to face Smith.
“Now, you were saying,” I remind him. He pushes me against the door and slowly gets on his knees.
His hands wrap around my legs as he pushes the dress up and he kisses up my calves and thighs. Sadly, his large head can’t fit with how tight my dress is, and he sighs in defeat and pushes my dress down.
“The whole thing has got to go,” he tells me, frustrated. He stands, and I spin around so he can unzip the garment when there’s a knock at the door.
“Fuck off,” Smith grumbles.
“Sorry, it’s Dom. Have you seen Kelsey?”
“She’s in the pantry,” Smith says, and I turn and glare at him. He looks irritated in more ways than one.
“How did you know?” I hiss.
“That’s the only reason you wouldn’t let us go in there or tell me who is in there. She needs to work her shit out,” he says, and I hear yelling down the hallway. Smith protests as I open the door to check out what is happening, as does Liv—ever the snoop. She watches the altercation with glittering eyes.
“Really, Kelsey?” Dom says.
“Stop whining and get in here,” she scolds and pulls him by the tie and drags him into the pantry, slamming the door behind her.
“Really, our pantry? Now we’re going to have to disinfect everything.” I hear River whine.
“Like we haven’t fucked in the pantry,” Liv says to River.
“But it’sourpantry.”
“What can I do to make you forget all about it?”
“Run,” he whispers, making Liv squeal as she starts slowly jogging down the hallway.
“Can we please get out of here?” Smith whispers in my ear. His hands are all over me.
