Chapter 4
Mid-Cocktail
ALISTAIR
Ivy’s discomfort is radiating off her. I don’t like it.
“Let’s have this drink and go,” I say.
She locks eyes with me. “I think we should stay. I need to push myself.”
I lean in and kiss her, open-mouthed, just for a moment, and taste the cocktail on her lips. Her stomach is taut against my thumbs as I hold her loosely at the waist. “No, you don’t. You don’t need to do anything except be the excellent human you are. And stay married to me, if at all possible.”
“But I want this.”
I hold her tighter. “But… do you?”
“I want to explore everything with you.”
My cock twitches, but I keep my expression neutral. “Me, too. But we don’t need to rush. We’ve got the rest of our lives together.”
“Do we, though?” she asks, and I see some light-heartedness return to her demeanor. “I mean, we’re hardly going to get invitations to this kind of party when we’re sixty.”
“You’d be surprised,” I tell her. “Retirement villages are rife with this kind of thing.”
Ivy laughs, and her shoulders drop.
“We can leave at any time, okay?”
She nods.
“Mid-cocktail. Mid-conversation. Mid-fuck. If you want out, we’re out.”
“Well,” she replies. “Leaving mid-cocktail would be rude.”
I can tell that Ivy is more at ease when we re-join Madison, who is now chatting to another couple. She thanks us for her drink and introduces us.
“This is Matt and Sarah,” she says. “They’re from L.A. Matt’s a famous Hollywood producer, and Sarah’s a costume designer. They met on set.”
I can see by the way Ivy smiles at them that she is relaxing.
I can imagine that Matt is her type: handsome, slightly arty, with that edge people have when they know they’ve done well in life.
Sarah’s not a traditional beauty, but attractive in her own way.
He wears a cool graphic tee with a black blazer and white sneakers; she’s in a loose-fitting black cocktail dress that’s too formal for the party, but she pulls it off easily.
Madison excuses herself, leaving us to make small talk about how much we are enjoying the resort.
Another round of drinks arrives, and Ivy is definitely settling in, listening to Matt describe his latest project.
More drinks, and Sarah suggests we head into the jet pool, which Ivy seems happy to do.
It seems that I no longer have to be on high alert, and can relax into it myself.
That said, I know I won’t be able to share Ivy with another man—not at this party, not ever.
We sit in the warm, bubbling pool laughing and chatting.
I feel slightly removed from their lively conversation, unintentionally picturing Matt and Ivy together.
He’s cool in a classic way I will never be, and creativity has never been my forte, while Ivy is both of these things.
I watch as he expertly draws her out of her shell, and hate him for it.
I worry that we are playing with fire here in a way I’d never risked before.
It’s clear the two of them have chemistry.
What if they want to stay in touch after this party? As if on cue, Sarah sits forward.
“You two are wonderful. You should come spend some time with us in L.A. We have more than enough room, and we can show you around. Wine and dine you. I’m sure you’d love it.”
“Ivy is a fan of Michelin establishments,” I reply.
“Oh, Ivy, in that case I know just the place to take you. I’d show you off.”
“You could come on set, if you like,” adds Matt. “We would have a great time.”
Ivy fizzes with excitement. “Really? I’ve never been to the U.S.”
Their jaws drop. “Never?” demands Sarah. “That’s outrageous.”
“It’s a sin,” agrees Matt.
“I do understand, though,” says Sarah, looking at me. “Fencing you in across the pond. Alistair wants to keep you all to himself. I’d do the same thing in his position.”
Matt nods. “Wise man.”
“We’d love to visit,” I reply, surprising myself.
“Really?” asks Ivy, bouncing.
“Of course,” I say. “I couldn’t keep you small, even if I wanted to.”
I am rewarded with that minxy look of hers, the one that means I will be getting lucky in the very near future.
Fuck, the woman is gorgeous. I want to take her right here and now.
Instead, I move my hand from her thigh and start gently rubbing her clit through her bikini.
Her breathing deepens immediately, and she spreads her legs just enough for me to have easier access.
The bubbles mean that we don’t have a clear view of what is happening under the water, but everybody has a general idea.
We carry on with half-hearted chitchat as Ivy slowly melts into the pool.
Sarah is touching Matt, her strokes slow and lazy.
I get the feeling he wants to lean his head back, but he and Ivy’s eyes are locked.
My jealousy has no choice but to retreat, because it is so fucking erotic.
When I look at Sarah, she is watching me, her eyes liquid.
I reach for her foot and begin massaging it.
She pushes it into my crotch where I use it to stroke my cock while rubbing her foot.
Ivy sees this and spreads her legs a little more, and seeing her so turned on makes me want to come.
I breathe through it, zipping the erotic energy back into my body.
I turn my attention to Matt, thinking he’d want to touch Ivy, but he does not yet have either of our permission. It makes me feel powerful—that I have the key to the gate he wants to unlock. They are still looking at each other, Matt’s eyes dark with desire, Ivy biting her bottom lip.
I don’t know if I can do it.
Matt turns off the bubbles, giving us a better view.
Eventually Ivy looks at me, spreads her legs further, the question clear in her eyes, but I’m not yet ready to answer it.
Instead, I move her bikini aside to expose her pussy, and Matt’s eyes glaze over with a longing so visceral we all feel it.
I begin teasing Ivy’s entrance, just with the tip of one finger, and it makes her squirm, hungry for more.
She gazes at me, lips apart, skin dewy from the warmth of the water, and I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Ivy.”
Sarah moans as I start fingering my wife, gently at first. Ivy’s arms are draped over the edge of the tub, her hand within touching distance of Matt’s. Tentatively, she touches his fingers, so he holds her hand as I fuck her with two fingers while she nods at me.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I move Sarah’s foot, which had felt so good against my cock, to Ivy’s pussy. It is so delicate; so pretty with its short, bright red nails. I rub it against Ivy’s clit for a while and then push her big toe into Ivy’s hole, and they both gasp.
Sarah is so turned on she is trembling as she looks at Ivy, who is nodding. “You like that?”
“Yes,” murmurs Ivy.
Sarah is breathless. “You want more?”
Ivy nods.
“Say it,” I tell her.
“I want more,” she whispers.
Sarah retracts her foot and leaves her seat to kneel in front of Ivy.
They lock eyes while Sarah takes over the fingering.
I untie Ivy’s top and take it off, revealing her incredible tits.
Matt holds Ivy’s hand while he watches his own wife pleasure mine.
Sarah licks her lips and leans forward, still watching Ivy as she takes a nipple into her mouth.
Matt grunts and moves over to position himself behind Sarah, rubbing her pussy from behind while he watches Ivy groan and massage her left breast while clasping the back of Sarah’s head as she sucks her right nipple.
I stroke myself as I watch them, wanting to join but also enjoying the view too much to move.
Matt removes Sarah’s bikini and begins rubbing her back and ass, making gentle thrusting movements against her as if he is fucking her.
She raises her ass as an invitation. I move slightly to look at it and see her pretty pink pussy, dripping with water.
Matt’s erection is, like mine, rock hard.
Sarah turns her head to nod at Matt. He doesn’t need any further encouragement.
He grabs his swollen cock and eases it into Sarah, who gasps as it goes in.
“Fuck, Matt,” she moans. “Fuck. It feels so huge. It’s filling me up so much I wanna scream. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He takes a breath and begins slowly moving in and out of her. Seeing his cock slide into her tight pussy right there in front of me is so fucking hot. Sarah grabs my hand and puts it on her small pert tits. I rub them and squeeze her nipples gently, and she moans.
“Don’t stop,” she warns us.
Matt reaches around to rub her clit as he slowly thrusts, and her moans grow louder.
She fingers Ivy harder and faster, who joins in on the moaning.
Ivy opens her mouth and shows me her tongue.
I know what that means. I lever one leg out of the tub, my other foot on the seat, and lower my cock into Ivy’s wide open mouth.
We look into each other’s eyes as she licks and sucks me, her hand curling around the base and squeezing it; stroking with her wet palm and tongue.
It isn’t enough for her—she wants me deeper.
She wants me to fuck her throat, but I’m not sure if I can manage it in this position.
She takes matters into her own hands, grabbing my ass from behind and pushing my cock deep into her throat and then she swallows my tip over and over until I think I will gush into her.
Just before I am about to pull out to stop myself from coming, Ivy removes it and gestures to Sarah, whose mouth is wide open and wanting.
I look at Ivy to see if she is sure she is okay with it, and she nods and maneuvers me into Sarah’s mouth, who grabs at me hungrily with her lips, winding her tongue around my tip in a way that makes me groan.
Matt, watching us, begins thrusting harder, his face reddening.
He gazes at my cock being eaten up by his wife as he moves inside her, rubbing her labia as she gulps me down.
Sarah’s spine begins to arch, and the way Matt’s groans grow louder I am sure she is contracting around him, ready to come.
I am ready, and I guess Matt is too, but no one is touching Ivy anymore because Sarah is edging hard and focused on Matt and me.
I think how good it would feel if we could all come together, but I know Ivy needs more.
Was I man enough to let Matt fuck her?