You would be looking, huh?“Well, I’ve seen five sets of genitals.”
“Really? I only saw three.”
Lara patted her partner’s thigh. “I suppose this set doesn’t count?”
“It’s not even thinking about it yet, so no.”
Lara could’ve done something about that, but decided to pull away and check out the sights.A lot of action tonight. Oral sex, nipple twisting, fingering, and enough making out to spread a whole mess of mononucleosis. Lara smelled the sweet scent of sex on the air, no matter how much perfume the club pumped into the house of sin. It was only a matter of time before everything was covered in bodily fluids.
The stage was rarely empty. From the moment they arrived, some dominant was giving some poor sub’s ass a spanking or riding them like a proper pony. People shrieked, laughed, and purred in appreciation. The applause was endless. These were the types of nights Lara loved the most. She fed off the sexual energy, wishing to have a piece of everyone she came across – all the better if her partner watched.The difference is that I wouldn’t fuck anyone without her there.She hoped her spouse understood that distinction.
“What do you fancy tonight, my dear wife?” Kennedy asked, hand slipping over Lara’s knee. “Tonight’s our last chance to have some fun with someone before going on vacation. Although who knows? Maybe some bikini girl will end up in our den of sex.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Lara nursed her wine, hoping the alcohol would kick in soon. “My partner is always looking out for my best interests. Like getting laid.”
“You know, Bunny, I’ve been thinking…” Her hand squeezed Lara’s knee so hard that she nearly flinched. “It’s been a while since I saw you with…”
“Hmm?” She caught on, soon enough. “You really are a pervert. You’re probably the only one even in this room who gets going at the thought of her wife fucking someone else.”
“Have you never heard of cuckolding? Shocked. Although… it’s not cuckolding if I’m 100% on board. Or at least I don’t think it is.”
Lara laughed. “Still, you’re hard pressed to find someone around here who wants to pimp their wife out.”
“Honey, the more you talk about that gangbang in college, the more I think I know what we’re doing for your fortieth birthday.”
See? This was the kind of banter and flirting Lara loved in her marriage. Only Kennedy would think about her wife fucking another in front of her and get wet, not jealous. Then again, she got wet thinking about fucking another woman in front of her wife. Lara didn’t think these kinds of marriages were possible before Kennedy proposed to her ten years ago.
“That was a great night.” Lara often thought of it fondly.Who said only bad experiences happened in Greek life?“Tell you what. You start garnering interest in gangbanging this hot body, and we’ll talk. I’ll only do hotties, though.”
Kennedy nodded toward someone sitting across the way. “Like them?”
Lara snorted. “The only reason I can tell they come with our set of body parts is because of the bra.” Otherwise, that was one of the finest androgynous specimens in the room. Something that didn’t happen often enough, and something that Kennedy was probably slobbering over already.If there’s one type we share, it’s mascs, I guess.Kennedy hadn’t been content with just lusting after them, though. She had become one of them, too.Much to my delight, when we met.That was the first thing Lara had noticed about her, after all.I couldn’t tell if she was a man or a woman.Too delicate in the face and the hands to be a man, but too self-assured and overconfident in a suit to be a woman.So, I had to have her, naturally.Finding out that Kennedy also swung every which way to Sunday and also liked to pillow princess when the mood struck her only sealed the deal.But she’smypillow princess, so there’s that…
This stranger sitting across from them straddled the same line. Which meant they were the exact type that Lara and Kennedy liked to share on a frisky night.The hyper-femmes like Grace get a bit samey after a while.Even the dominant ones. So one note. So forgettable, when Lara was in a certain mood.
“Do you think they’re like me?” Kennedy’s breath was unexpected in Lara’s ear. “Like your good ol’ wife.”
Her hand traveled from knee to thigh, slowly opening Lara’s legs and making her breath catch in her throat. “Indeed, Wife.” Lara inhaled deeply, controlling the lust and arousal burning within her stomach as she tested that word for her partner on her lips. Dare she go farther? Dare she blatantly gender someone who had long decided such words were useless? “You’re a woman who isn’t like others. You actually want to see your partner get fucked.”
“By as many people as possible.”
Lara blushed, hiding it behind her glass of red wine. “You know how difficult that can be for me…” Her legs crossed, right over her wife’s hand.
“That only makes it hotter.” Kennedy cornered her on the couch, arms wrapped around her, legs coming for hers, and lips nibbling sweetly at her throat. The only thing keeping them apart was that glass of wine clenched tightly in Lara’s hand. “You know what I want tonight.”
Lara’s throat went dry. Even if she drank that whole glass of wine in one gulp, her throat would still be dry. “I can guess.” Her thighs clenched.
In case she hadn’t made her point clear yet, Kennedy went ahead and drove it home into Lara’s brain. “I want to see you take on the biggest in the room. Real, fake, someone’s whole fist… I don’t care.”
Lara was trapped between arousal and freezing up so badly that nobody could thaw her out that night. “Why?”
Kennedy loosened the hold on her, as if she couldn’t believe Lara asked that. “Because it’s hot.”
“You think it’s hot watching me hurt like that?”
“I…” Kennedy removed her arm from Lara’s shoulders. “I didn’t know that’s how you really felt about it. I thought you liked it sometimes.”
Lara put down her wine and held her forehead in her hand. She was lucky to wear such a tight up-do that day, otherwise, she risked annoying herself with her own hair. “Well,” she said, forcing a smile. “I certainly don’t hate it once in a while.”
