Chapter 10
“Do You Think I’m Pretty?”
“Oh, boy,” Elle said over margaritas the next afternoon. “Bullying your maid? That’s a new low, even for you.”
Lara slammed her margarita on the table between them and squared her shoulders. “I did what had to be done. You think I liked doing that?”
“Yeah, I do. At least a little.” Elle laughed, pushing out her fake tits and brushing her manicured nails through her crunchy brown hair.
Outside of the club, you can really tell she does shit to herself.
Lara hoped she never reached that level of delusion.
“You like throwing your weight around. Nothing wrong with that, especially from a badass bitch like you, but was it really necessary to make your maid piss herself? Even if you think your partner is searching for treasure in that pretty pussy, that was brazen. Jesus, Lara.”
Yup. I’ve told someone. When Elle called her up the night before, wondering if she wanted to do afternoon drinks downtown, Lara jumped at the chance. She needed someone to bounce her suspicions off. Elle was as good as it was going to get on short notice.
“I can’t believe that Kennedy would cheat on you. Honey, that one is over the moon for you. Even after ten years, I can tell from the way she looks at you. You could tell her no more orgies for the rest of your lives, and she would go along with it if she got to be with you.”
“See, that’s what I’ve tried telling myself.” Lara lined up their empty glasses before sitting back in her seat, arms crossed. “I know she still loves me. But is she fawning over me to keep me placated and distracted, or is it all in my head?”
Elle shook hers. “You’re a mess. Are you taking this attitude with you on your second honeymoon?
That should be a time for mindlessly boning your partner until she ain’t got a drop of energy left in her.
Don’t take the mind games with you. If you don’t have this all cleared up by the time you go, then you might as well not go at all. I’m serious.”
“Says the woman who has never been married.”
“Don’t give me that! You know no one can keep me tied down. It’s more like me keeping them tied up.”
Lara ignored that. She has a point, but I don’t want to admit it. Classic. “What do I do, though? I can’t ask her if she’s cheating on me.”
“Obviously. But you need to do something before you destroy your marriage over something as stupid as thinking your spouse is cheating on you – when she’s not.
I still don’t believe it for a second. Normally, I’ll go along with a girl’s suspicions, but Kennedy?
Kennedy? This is the idiot who would erect a Taj Mahal for you should you die right now. ”
“Look, I’m not debating whether she loves me.
” Lara leaned against their table, the rabble of other patrons in their sunny café nearly drowning out her words.
“The woman could be super in love with me, but still keeping a side piece. You know how dumb people can be. Even Kennedy could fall victim to her crotch doing all the talking.”
“Sheesh. And here I thought you had more respect for your her…”
“I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Hey, I’m a neutral party in this case. I’m not gonna be Team Lara without any proof.
You’ve got one woman’s shifty account, your maid reading your partner’s stationery, and their private conversations that sound suspiciously like flirting.
I’m sorry for what you’re feeling, Lara, but that’s not enough.
You need to either split or step up. Before you do something dumb. ”
“You make it sound like me doing something ‘dumb’ is a given.”
For some reason, Elle ignored that. “What are you two doing tonight? You wouldn’t come into town solely to meet me. You two must be up to something this fine Friday night.”
“We’re having dinner at six and then going to Midnight.”
“Oh, fun. Wish I could join you, but I’ve got a business dinner that will last all night. Then I’m going to bed. I’m too old for the party life you and Kennedy still have.”
“I’d hardly call it that.”
“What are you doing at the club?”
Lara shrugged. “Not performing, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Oh, it is.” Elle chuckled. “If you were, I may have to cancel and ask that you two hold off until 10:30 for me to get my ass there to watch.”
“Pervert.”
“I do my best.” Elle lowered her voice. “Going to that club could be your opportunity to really see how she feels about you. Confirm some suspicions or not. I mean, it depends on what you’re up to doing.”
“We’ll see.” Lara had to chuckle as well. “You know, it’s been over a month since I last called my cousin the lawyer. You’d think I’d be blowing his phone up right now.”
Elle cocked her head to the side. “Then that means deep down you think this marriage is worth saving. Even if you’re saving it from yourself.”
Sometimes, Elle could be an ass, but she was often right.
The club was unsurprisingly busy that Friday night. It was always busy on Friday nights, much to Lara’s delight.
People flirting. People fucking. People flirting and fucking at the same time. She knew she was with her kind when she stumbled upon someone getting fingered whilst trying to pick up another couple for some swinging later.
“Have we played with them before?” Kennedy asked, hand wrapped around Lara’s as they searched for a couch to sit on. “She looks familiar.”
“Please, Kennedy.” Lara put her free hand on her spouse’s shoulder. “July. I ate them out, you ate me out…”
“Ah. Right. I barely recognize them because I spent most of that night staring at your pussy.”
“As you should.” Mine above all else. “If we’re not careful, though, this club will get stale.
Needs more fresh blood around our age.” No fun playing with college kids who managed to find their way there.
The occasional single was fine, even fun, but couples were so far up their own asses that neither Lara nor Kennedy could screw them if they wanted. Rude. They’re rude.
“There’s nothing wrong with repeat lovers, Lara.”
They finally found a couch, recently vacated by a couple who were probably way too frisky for most people to deal with.
They looked like they were headed to a private room, and it didn’t take long for a club attendant to come by, clean up the glasses and beer bottles, and quickly wipe down the couch. Delicious!
“What do you want, Lara?” Kennedy was already ordering drinks before the attendant could get away. “Should I get your usual cosmo?”
“I’ll have some wine, actually. I don’t want anything too hard.”
After Kennedy ordered their drinks, she sank back into the couch and wrapped her arm around her wife’s shoulders. “Never a dull night in this place, huh? I’ve seen four pairs of tits already.”
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?”