Chapter 6 #3
Of course, it took more than a couple of digits to make her come so hard that her G-spot quivered in delight.
It took someone who knew her body so intimately that she knew exactly how to stroke her, at what angle, and what to do with her mouth and words while she fucked her wife into another plane of existence.
And, of course, any woman who was going to give a woman a G-spot orgasm of her life did well to remember that it existed in the first place.
And Kennedy never forgot. It helped that, for all of Lara’s biological hang-ups downstairs, she was blessed with an easy-to-reach G-spot.
“That’s it, baby,” Kennedy growled into her ear. Her fingertips took Lara, over and over, filling her, reaching deep within her, and stroking the most intimate parts of her body that she had ever shared with anyone. “Come for me right here.”
Lara squeezed Kennedy’s collar and closed her eyes. She absorbed the gazes of others on her, fueling her desire to perform. Bucking hips, rolling thighs, curling feet, and a mouth that wouldn’t close because she was too busy thinking about coming to think of how she looked.
Fuck!
Sometimes, orgasm turned a woman like Lara Anderssen into a wild, uncaged creature who couldn’t be controlled by the best handler in the universe.
This happened that night, when her spouse drew a hard, unforgettable orgasm out of her.
It zipped, no, tore through her, leaving no mercy in its wake as it tightened her abdomen and pussy both.
“Kennedy!” she cried, nearly strangling her. “Ken!”
More eyes on her. People who were summoned by her pealing voice and her plea for Kennedy to fuck her until she couldn’t take it anymore. The show was long over on stage, so people needed someone to watch.
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’s impossible, 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.
Flashes of Chloe, the trampy maid, took over Lara’s mind. If her partner were fooling around with that girl, then this was probably what they looked like getting all cozy in her office. Probably one of the guest rooms. Their room. Who cared?
“Ah, Lara,” Kennedy said the moment she noticed her wife standing before them. “Meet our new friend, Jonie.”
“Our new friend?”
The sweet brunette meekly smiled. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. I… really liked that…” She turned away, giggling.
She was the type of girl Lara would normally love to Top in front of her spouse, but they had just enjoyed a threesome with their mistress that past weekend, and sometimes Lara thought she only had one threesome a week in her.
“Can I talk to you, Kennedy?”
Her smile wavered, but her demeanor did not. “Of course, my love.” She stood, sending a trite apology in Jonie’s direction. Kennedy followed her wife into a dark corner where they could be alone enough to convene on whatever troubled her.
Everything troubled her.
“I don’t feel like fooling around with other people tonight. Get rid of her.”
Kennedy was visibly taken aback. Whether this being her reaction, or the force of it… “Sorry, Bunny, I thought you might like her.”
“Like her? What is there to like about a weak little girl who can’t hold her own against a virile woman like me?” Lara scoffed. “If you’re going shopping for a woman for us, at least pick one who is more like me. I can’t stand little muffins in my bed. That’s more your bag, isn’t it?”
The perplexity on Kennedy’s face unnerved Lara. Could she not see what was going on? Did she not know that she was being so transparent? “Excuse me?” she said, quietly. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Besides you tonight?” The huff wracking Lara’s body was almost as strong as her orgasm from earlier. “It’s not becoming of someone your age to flirt with twenty-year-olds who look like they came from a nursery. It’s creepy, Kennedy. Even our mistress at least acts like a grown woman for her age.”
“Because she is a grown woman, Lara.”
Words, words.
“And I don’t appreciate you insinuating that about me.
” Ah, there it was. The hidden impatience of Kennedy Anderssen.
Sometimes, Lara was able to get it out of her.
And this was someone who had seemingly endless patience for her insecurities and crazy ideas.
“You know damn well that I am not… like that.” Like what, exactly?
Why wouldn’t she say it? “I thought she was attractive, regardless of how she chose to present herself. Yes, she’s young, but she caught my eye, and I know you like taking control of more innocent women, and I thought…
well, excuse me for trying to liven up the night a bit. ”
This was the moment Lara should have leaned into her embrace, kissed her cheek, and apologized. But she was not the type of woman to have those types of moments. She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Forget it, Kenny. You know what? I want to go home.”
“Already?”
“You heard me.”
It was petty, but Lara was the queen of petty as of late. Like I’m going to stand around and watch my wife flirt with a Chloe stand-in. She realized what she was thinking, had a moment of panic, and immediately decided to call her therapist in the morning. She needed it.