Chapter 4 #3
Grace pulled her bust up and led her patrons from the Receiving Room. The staircase was only a few feet away, and by the time they reached the second floor, Kennedy already had her arm completely around Lara’s torso.
“Show at ten,” she muttered, nodding toward an open door.
She wasn’t kidding. There, on full display, was another young woman tied up in her bed, a femme in a black mask smacking a crop against her pussy and forcing orgasms out of her. Did she pay extra to keep the door open? A woman after Lara’s exhibitionist heart.
Grace waited outside her room, smiling as she unlocked the door. “For you two, I’ll leave the door open for no extra charge.”
“That’s right, sweetie,” Lara said, putting her hand on Grace’s shoulder and teasing her cheek with hot breath.
Feeling this woman, who couldn’t be more than fifteen years her junior, shudder beneath her stature made Lara crazier.
“You don’t charge us for lots of shit you should. I bet your madam loves that.”
Grace held a finger to her lips. “What Madam Monique doesn’t know…”
“Don’t be coy, Kitten.” Kennedy helped herself into the bedroom. “We know there are cameras in here. Why do you think my wife always gets fucked in the same spot?” She stopped in front of Grace’s king-sized bed. “She wants to make sure the cameras capture her best angle.”
“It’s true. In another life, I would’ve been a porn star.” Probably.
The door was closed behind them. The moment it latched, Lara drew Grace into her arms and kissed her pretty lips.
“That didn’t take long,” Kennedy said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She removed her jacket and tossed it onto the nearest bench. “You have a good appetite tonight, Wife.”
Lara let her lips linger on Grace’s before shoving her back. “I bet you’d like to watch me with her, huh?” She yanked one of the dress straps down Grace’s arm, a hint of those nipples – hard, this time – coming into view.
“I don’t mind watching you fuck almost anyone.”
That was a lie. They joked that Kennedy was omnisexual, but she still got her rocks off hardest over two women going at it.
She may have picked out Grace because she knew her wife would like her, but it wasn’t like Kennedy didn’t like her, either.
She often dropped hints that she liked watching them have fun together.
At least I know what to get her for her birthday.
Earlier that year, she treated her wife to a full sapphic Dom/sub show, complete with a strap-on in every hole it could go.
Grace earned her session bonus ten times that night.
“At least our kitty is hot.” Lara finished undressing their mistress, not surprised to find no underwear on her. When the dress dropped to the floor, Grace was completely naked, her flat stomach the envy of anyone in the room. It just makes me want to fuck her harder.
Lara had other plans.
She looked at her spouse, who watched in mild amusement. Fuck this harlot. She said as much with her narrow eyes, burrowing deep into Kennedy’s wide ones. I wanna see you fuck her until you nearly come.
Such thoughts had swum in Lara’s head since the last time she drank on her office floor, wondering if her spouse was banging the maid behind her back.
It would be easy enough to do in their big home.
The number of opportunities Kennedy had to lure the girl away, lift her skirt, and fuck her was numerous.
Yet Lara didn’t consider herself a jealous woman.
She couldn’t be, with the kind of marriage she had.
Kennedy fucked other people in front of her.
Lara fucked other people in front of her.
Sometimes, even in public, although they preferred to keep it private.
Everyone knew that Kennedy and Lara Anderssen flirting with them meant they were interested in some group fun.
It’s one of the reasons I married her. Lara couldn’t be confined to one lover for the rest of her life.
She needed to flirt, to grab, and to even full-on sexually satisfy and be satisfied by other people from time to time. Women like Grace aroused her.
I thought I hit the jackpot with Kennedy. Someone who wasn’t afraid to try all manner of things? Who was attractive, good in bed, and would occasionally fuck someone else for Lara’s sole amusement? Shit! Sign her up and put a ring on it!
Her jealousy was only tempered when she was watching, their fantasy over shopping for Grace notwithstanding. Besides, Grace was an exception. Lara actually got off on the idea that her spouse was up in these mountains screwing a woman, going through a checklist of things her wife would like.
Chloe was a completely different story. If her spouse were cheating on her, then she was doing it purely for her own selfishness. She didn’t care about Lara’s feelings. She was bored. That made Lara jealous.
The only way to placate her irrational emotions right now was to watch her spouse take this nobody.
Because Grace was a nobody compared to Kennedy Anderssen’s wife. The woman she asked to marry her. The woman she remained married to for ten years. The woman she still looked at with adoration… although it was possible she looked at other women like that, too.
Stop it, Lara. She didn’t want to be jealous. She wanted to have some fun.
“Bend over the bed and spread your legs.”
Lara didn’t even watch as Grace obeyed, her flat but cute ass shoved in the air as her stiletto heels gave her height over the bed. Lara only had eyes for her spouse, who continued to stand nearby as if this whole scenario amused her.
“You’re going to fuck her,” Lara informed her, fingers pulling apart her spouse’s clothes. “I’m going to watch you fuck this nobody’s pussy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t be smart with me.” Lara made sure there was a bite to her voice. “I don’t have the patience for it right now.”
Before Kennedy could test her patience any further, Lara got in her lap and practically devoured her spouse’s mouth.
This wasn’t foreplay. This was preparing her to fulfill the fantasy of the moment. So there was no lovingly languid way of sucking her, tasting her scent, or playing coy with her. It was purely about getting Kennedy ready enough to fuck their mistress.
After all, her spouse only deserved the best. And if the best wasn’t Lara in that moment, then the best was at least a wet place to have her fun.
Lara ran her hand up Grace’s bare thigh, teasing her entrance before shoving two eager fingers inside.
Get wet, damnit. Grace groaned into her bed covers, hips meeting the thrusts of Lara’s fingers.
Once Lara was able to penetrate past the tender flesh of a woman’s entrance and touch the smooth walls beyond, she stopped.
And the moment she felt Kennedy tense beneath her and tasted dominant eagerness on her tongue, Lara backed off.
“Fuck her,” she growled in her spouse’s ear. “Fuck her for me.”
Kennedy wrapped her hand around the back of Lara’s head and kissed her, their tongues slamming together. No, dumbass, I said fuck her! Sheesh!
“Yes, ma’am.” Kennedy eased away from her wife, smacking Grace’s bare ass. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” She got down on her knees and took the next spank right to Grace’s pussy. Do your worst, darling.
Lara stood nearby, arms crossed before her red turtleneck and gold finch necklace. “Show her no mercy, and I won’t be disappointed. I want to hear that kitty cry.”
Cry Grace did – cried out, her body quickly invaded by another woman’s spouse.
God strike me dead, this is too hot to bear.
Yet Lara would stand there stoically, in case either the mistress or the one she married glanced in her direction.
She was dominant in this situation. She could not waver, even though her body flushed in heat and her pussy begged to have a piece of that action.
Because Kennedy was a god right now.
She took their mistress, using her mouth, her fingers, even her cute little button nose, because why not?
Thrusting into Grace, over and over, smacking her ass to make her moan and beg.
That’s right. Beg for her. Grace spared one second to look over her shoulder at Kennedy, her face so full of respect for what she could do to her that Lara couldn’t help but puff up in pride.
Tell the world how good she is. Then remind them all that I am her wife.
Lara covertly brushed her arm against her breast, indulging in the jolts of desire passing through her.
The sweat on her spouse’s forehead. Her rolled up sleeves.
Her slightly open mouth as she pulled her face away to put the full force of her arm’s strength into taking this woman they mutually desired.
Kennedy was never as sexy as she was now, when she put her sexual prowess on display to her wife.
She could have almost any woman she tried to seduce.
They all wanted her once she got their attention.
But it’s me she married. Lara pulled her sweater out of her black miniskirt so she could push her hand beneath and stroke a nipple.
“That’s right,” she snarled, leaning down so Grace could hear.
Being on the receiving end of Kennedy’s skills had that effect on women.
“That’s my partner fucking you. How does it make you feel knowing you’ve given yourself to a married bitch like her?
Does it make you feel good? Does it make you want to come?
Do you want her to come because of you?”
Grace shook her head wildly, black hair flinging this way and that as she pushed her ass back against Kennedy’s head. Did that mean yes or no? Who cared? Lara could have cackled.
“Fuck that pussy, baby.” Lara put her hand on Kennedy’s shoulder, feeling her muscles work as her hand pounded another woman. “Is it as wet as it looks?”
She grunted in the affirmative.