Few people could say that a one-night stand turned into a business opportunity. Then a relationship. Then, marriage within two years. When they announced their impending nuptials to the media, other real estate moguls quaked in their loafers. Between these two shrewd minds, it was only a matter of time before the Anderssens, as they were collectively called, started beheading the competition.Then we beheaded each other in the bedroom.
The furor they whipped up in their everyday lives tended to translate to their private life. Lara lived for the high she got froma big sale, and she lived for the celebration of taking Kennedy between her legs. Whether she climbed on top of Lara or Lara was on top… who gave a shit. Their life meant taking names in public, taking each other’s bodies in private.
And Kennedy had a scrumptious body, Lara had to admit. That hadn’t changed in ten years.Makes me feel like I’ve got to keep up.Diets. Workouts. Vitamins and trips to the Botox clinic.But not too much.Lara would die before becoming one ofthosewomen.
The kink came quickly. Kennedy had dabbled in the switch lifestyle, and Lara was more than curious about both calling her partner a slut and being defiled when they were alone. Everyone in the local kink scene rolled their eyes when they patrolled the streets of their elite world, looking for new playmates and people to fuck with, mentally and physically. Lara’s thirst for exhibitionism led to them performing many times on stage.I’ve been screwed in front of a total of a thousand different people by now.She felt no shame. Especially with someone like Kennedy, who treated sex like eating and gender like a chess game to overturn on the table. Shehadno shame. Before Lara, Kennedy had dated the entire spectrum of male, female, and non-binary, constructing a new identity from each until men included her in their scotch-drinking folds and women asked her for makeup tips. Pronouns were a formality with Kennedy, who was the only person Lara knew whotruly did not carewhat anyone called her, if a good time was assured.I call her “she” because it was what I first knew her by.Some people called Kennedythey,afraid of offending if they get it wrong. But what they didn’t understand was that Kennedy was neither non-binary nor married to the binary. She had been raised in such privilege, rich enough to thrive in a patriarchal world with enough God-given confidence that she didn’t fret aboutwhat it means to be a woman,unlike a certain wife of hers.
Usually, the thought aroused Lara.
So what happened? For several years, Lara lived for the thrills her partner gave her – and for the thrills they picked up from other people. They were a team. Nobody could think of Lara without thinking of Kennedy, and vice versa. Sure, they had independent friends and hobbies, but when it came to sex – of which there was a lot – they were a monolith.
Now Lara often stood in their mansion in the hills, wondering what was missing.
She was a woman who was used to moving on quickly when things dried up elsewhere. She went to three different universities, all before getting her Bachelor’s.Don’t get me started on how many grad programs I went through.Before Kennedy, girlfriends and boyfriends alike were like tissues. Disposable. Kennedy was the first person to really make her feel in loveandlust, let alone for so long.I’ve told her because she’s the best of all genders.Kennedy’s chameleon qualities, both in public and private, turned Lara on. Most of the time.You take a self-professed omnisexual who people can’t tell is male or female, and it’s always a party.Lara needed that constant stimulation. She needed others, especially women, to be jealous of her. And Kennedy was a catch, even without her family’s money.
So when Lara got the feeling she was falling out of love, her first inclination was to sever ties and go her own way. Screw Kennedy.
No, but…
Lara had a game she liked to play. She would wait for Kennedy to come home, prepared to fall out of love with her… or in love all over again. The latter happened more often than the former. The fact that she even considered the former, however, made her heart drop in her stomach.Which was funny, because she never considered herself aromanticperson.
Kennedy was late that night. Dinner was at seven, as always, but at six-thirty, Lara received a call saying her dear spouse was trapped in a meeting and only now leaving. It took at least forty-five minutes to drive that far into the hills, traffic and weather depending.
So Kennedy did not arrive home until seven-thirty, her layers of clothing shedding from her skin as Chloe did her due diligence, helping the co-owner of the house get settled in. This included a small glass of bourbon waiting on a tray that would also take away her tie and cufflinks. The last thing Kennedy wanted to do when she returned home was go all the way up to her bedroom just to come back down for dinner.
About time she got home.Lara sat at the head of the dining table, where dinner was kept warm but not yet served. The cook began bringing out dishes the moment Kennedy walked through the door, so by the time she made it to the dining room, she had a plate waiting for her. And a pretty young maid following her around, demurely asking if she would like to have her cigarette now or after dinner.
“She’ll have it after dinner,” Lara said, lifting a glass of wine to her lips. Kennedy sat next to her, and the scent of her heavy cologne nearly overpowered the steak and vegetables. She sighed as Chloe walked away with the tray of cufflinks and tie.
“Lovely to see you too, Wife.”
“I’ve been waiting for you,Wife.”
Those sorts of titles were only exchanged when they were feeling incredibly silly or sarcastic. Right now, the sarcasm dripped from their fangs like venom.
Kennedy slipped her hand over Lara’s knee before she even picked up a fork. “If you’re not letting me have my cigarette right now, then I’ll have to soothe my nerves some other way.”
Lara stared at her, feeling those fingers press deeply into her flesh.Wish I could say it was turning me on.She drank her wine and said, “I don’t want to smell it while I’m eating.”
“It doesn’t smell, Lara. It’s vapor.”
“It reeks.” Kennedy quit smoking real cigarettes shortly after they married, but was one of the first on board the vape trend. She tried to tell Lara that it was healthier, had no smoke to stain the walls, and, better yet, didn’t smell. Well, no, it didn’t smell like cigarette smoke, but Lara could smell whatever she put in it to give it flavor. Kennedy could smoke whatever she wanted in her office. At the dinner table? Lara was queen.
Kennedy cleared her throat. “Sorry I’m so late, Bunny,” she mumbled.Oh, Bunny.There were a few things that people didn’t know about them. The fact that Kennedy called her wife “Bunny” was one of those secrets. Not even Chloe had heard that. “One of the attorneys was late for our afternoon meeting, so we ran over. So far over that I must go in early tomorrow to finish the blasted thing.”
Lara stabbed her food, although gingerly brought it up to her mouth like the lady her mother tried to raise her to be. “That’s unfortunate.”
“I’m beat.”
If Kennedy cleared her throat one more time, Lara would probably have to strangle her. Instead, she ignored her, knowing damn well what she wanted. One of the things she wanted was to push her hand farther up Lara’s thigh, trekking beneath her skirt and playing with the tops of her stockings.I’ve never met a person who loves tights and stockings more than this one. All Lara had to do to get laid was show up in nothing more than lingerie. As long as that lingerie had sheer black tights with lacearound the trim. She saved the fishnets for the nights she really wanted to dominate Kennedy. Tonight was not one of those nights.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Kenny.” She hoped her spouse didn’t hear the lifelessness in her pet name for her. As she ate, drank, and considered her nerves, Lara put her hand on Kennedy’s knee as well, squeezing it for dear life. “I know you work hard.”
They both worked hard. Sometimes Lara stayed home, sometimes Kennedy stayed home, and sometimes they both went into the city to run meetings and deal with business.Exhausting. They put on a front that had helped them castrate the masses for going on a decade now. The power couple. Thepower-hungrycouple. The formidable pair that no one could defeat unless they were truly that shrewd or had a whole army behind them. Lara and Kennedy were like peas and carrots. Yin and Yang. Love and lust. They complemented each other, filled in each other’s weaknesses, and had reached a point three months into their relationship where they were already finishing each other’s sentences – and orgasms.
Two such intense personalities seemed doomed from the start. People didn’t think they would last more than three years. They defied everyone by making it five. They won their own bet by coming up on their tenth anniversary.
They were going on a second honeymoon. An island in the Bahamas where, as Kennedy whispered into her ear when she brought forward the plan, they“could fuck naked on the beach and nobody would care. Except maybe those bastard sharks and jellyfish.”Lara wouldn’t say no to beach sex, although she had to talk to her gyno about the possibility of her monthly nuisance rearing its ugly head during her second honeymoon. They were into some kinky shit, but Lara drew the line at anything involving blood. At least they had pills for that now.
