And why not watch me, the biggest star in this room?Lara reveled in that as she flung her head back on the couch and bucked her hips against her spouse’s fingers, each one three knuckles deep.
“My beautiful wife,” Kennedy purred, Lara coming down from her ecstatic high. “Everyone else thinks you’re beautiful, too.”
Damn, she always knew exactly what to say.
“Now give me these back, Bunny.” Kennedy shook her fingers inside Lara, showing her how tight it was around them. “I need them, and you’re about to snap them off.”
She laughed, exhausted. “You would deserve it. I want to keep them inside me forever.”
“My fingers, but not something else?”
“There is a lot to say about someone’s fingers, Kenny.”
“They don’t free both of my hands, though.”
“Even so, I don’t think I would mind hanging on to these for a while.”
Nevertheless, Lara attempted to relax, releasing her hold on Kennedy’s hand and letting her have all five fingers back. She gave Lara a mild punishment by inserting the wettest finger into her mouth, letting her suck it until she could no longer taste herself on her partner’s skin.
Meanwhile, she left her legs spread. Who knew? Maybe someone liked what they saw.
“Have I called you beautiful yet today?”
“Yes, baby.”
Kennedy wrapped an arm around her midsection, letting wet fingers linger on her silky blouse. “I’ll keep calling you beautiful until you’re not anymore. But not only do I think that’simpossible, I would lie, anyway. You deserve to feel beautiful every day of your life, Lara.”
She sounded so sweet that Lara allowed herself to turn into a puddle of mush.
“You sweet talker.” She sounded drunk. She felt drunk. Between the sex and the audience, Lara was liable to pass out on the couch for the rest of the night. Now, if only she were allowed to actually do that… “I need to go wash up.” Lara found the strength within her to stand, pull down her skirt, and walk away from her dirty partner. Kennedy watched her head toward the women’s restroom with a look that said she was more than welcome to finish someone off when she got back. I might. Lara would prefer some actual sex in a private room, but she wasn’t above fingering her spouse back before they headed home and had round two in their own room.
She found Elle standing in front of the bathroom mirror, sprucing up her makeup. “My favorite person,” she chirped. “You’re positively glowing. Let me guess. She went down on you during that show?”
“Close.” Lara joined her friend at the sink and washed her hands. “Pussy pounding from the sister of the finger wearing her wedding band. And the middle one, I suppose.”
“Good shit. Sorry, I missed it.”
Lara dried off her hands and leaned against the counter. “Still time for you to join us. My partner could use some disciplining, and I’m a bit worn out right now.” Lara grinned. “How about you spank her naughty ass, and I give it to her from the front? She’ll love that.”
Elle rolled her eyes. “Thanks. But I found myself a date out there. I plan on spanking some other woman’s ass tonight. Tell your partner that I send my sincerest apologies.”
“Oh? Anyone I know?”
“Honestly?” Elle stood up straight, finished with her touch-ups. “Probably. Is there any regular here you don’t know?”
“Not really. Even if I don’t like the person, I’ve probably learned everything there is to know about them. Or fucked them.”
“You’re crazy. I can’t imagine screwing as many people as you have after saying wedding vows.”
“Honey, that shit was written into our vows. My mother nearly had a heart attack.”
“I bet she did.” Grinning, Elle headed toward the restroom door and offered to open it for her friend. “Go take care of her horniness. I’ve got some of my own to tend to.”
“Uh-huh.” The moment Elle disappeared back into the club, Lara picked a bathroom stall.
She returned to the club expecting to find her spouse talking to someone, since she gabbed more than any person Lara knew. She just wasn’t expecting the exact person she found sitting on the couch with Kennedy, in the very spot Lara had occupied only a few minutes ago.
It was the pretty, nubile sub who initially caught Lara’s eye when she was being fucked for their corner of the club to see. There she was, looking cozy with Kennedy, who put a flirtatious hand on her shoulder and whispered something into her ear that made her giggle.
