Chapter 10 #3
“What if I told you that Mistress is looking for someone who can fulfill a specific function tonight?”
Caden raised their eyebrows. “I would say it depends on what that function is, ma’am.”
Lara brushed back some of the dark hair growing on Caden’s forehead. Her touch had the desired effect: they flinched, desirably, muscles flexing and smooth skin warming to the touch.
“Let me ask you first, Caden… do you think I’m the type of woman you would follow?”
They looked her up and down, sizing her up.
Not just her body. Most subs didn’t care about that, although a good-looking Mistress was a huge bonus.
No, they were sizing up her strength, her willfulness, the way her eyes gazed at them seductively.
Caden assessed her fingers as they gently rubbed the top of their hand.
Her voice, calm but stern, spoke to those desires that weren’t so hidden inside someone like Caden.
“Very much so, Mistress.”
“Good. Because I like you too, Caden. You seem obedient. And you seem to have…” she glanced them up and down. “Talents.”
“I aim to please, Mistress.”
“Well, let me tell you what kind of thing I have planned tonight, Caden.” She gestured to her partner.
Kennedy gazed back at them, although she covertly checked her phone, crossed her legs, and finished her wife’s wine for her.
The right mix of interested and disinterested.
“See them there? That’s my partner. We just celebrated our tenth anniversary. ”
“Congratulations, Mistress.”
“I don’t tell you this to make anyone jealous. I tell you this because my spouse and I have been looking at you all night – if you couldn’t tell.”
“I may have noticed. I need to tell you, though… I’m not so interested in mascs. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“That’s all right. See, my partner doesn’t feel touchy tonight. She has other plans for us. Plans that may involve you, if you’re game.”
“Oh?”
Lara pushed her lips toward Caden’s ear.
They wore enough perfume to scare off any normal woman, but Lara had smelled so many scents in her years that she couldn’t be bothered with it any longer.
In our early days, Kennedy hadn’t yet learned how to control her cologne vs.
perfume. Some people needed a wife to do everything for them.
Like teach them basic manners when it came to their fashion and hygiene choices.
“Yes,” Lara whispered, ignoring that potent perfume. “My partner likes to watch sometimes. She likes the idea of a young, obedient sub taking the woman she’s had for over ten years. Do you know what that’s called?”
“I think it’s called cuckolding, ma’am.”
“This isn’t cuckolding. If a woman has ever used you like that, then you know the surprise on their partner’s face when they find out what their wife’s up to.
This is for everyone’s mutual pleasure. You get me…
” Lara wrapped her hand around Caden’s thigh, coming dangerously close to their crotch.
“I get what you’re packing around in these pants of yours, and my partner gets the extreme pleasure of watching it all happen. What do you think?”
Caden looked between her and Kennedy, assessing what they offered. “And there’s no touching between me and her?”
“Of course not, especially if you’re not into that.” Now, if Caden were into that, Kennedy would probably do more than watch in the beginning. “Why don’t you come and get to know us? We’ll buy you a drink.”
Caden went with her to the couch she and Kennedy shared.
Within moments, they bought them another beer, and within minutes, they were talking about the club, what they did, and sharing enough information to make things pleasant but without going into strange lands.
Lara was familiar with this pattern. She and Kennedy had picked up enough subs over the years to make this a seamless transition from conversation to bedroom, assuming their intended didn’t bail.
That sometimes happens. Came with the territory of being a swinging couple who wanted to do nothing but party and have a lot of sex with as many people as possible.
“What do you think, Bunny?” Kennedy asked fifteen minutes in, when Caden got up to briefly go to the restroom. That was either code for “See you!” or “I need to get ready for this bullshit.” They would find out soon enough. “This one’s your type of sub.”
“If you mean hairless, strong, and obedient, then you may be right, darling.”
“I am usually right about these things, Wife.”
“Hmm.”
“Love,” Kennedy growled, wrapping her arm tightly around her, words diving right into Lara’s ear. “I want to see their sizable friend in every hole you’ll let them.”
“You have such a way with words, Kenny.” Yet Lara smiled, titillated.
Caden was certainly striking. Easily controlled.
They would do anything commanded, and Lara already knew what she would tell them to do.
Fuck me wide open for my partner. Her thighs tightened, but it wasn’t in fear.
If she got aroused enough, she would be more than ready to catch what Caden was pitching.
Baseball was the national pastime, after all.
It also lasted way too long and had a reputation for putting people to sleep. Fantastic mental image. And any hole she would allow would basically mean her pussy. And maybe her mouth. If it can’t fit in my mouth, it won’t fit anywhere else.
“I like them,” she said, projecting an aura of confidence. That was easy. Following through, on the other hand, could present a problem to a woman like Lara. “I would fuck them.”
“Would? Or will?”
“Whatever you want, Kenny.”
“What I want, Bunny…” She bit her ear, sending so many shudders through Lara’s body that she thought she would come right there. “Is to watch them take on that little pussy of yours. Or would it be the other way around?”
“If they’re good, then it would be a very mutual endeavor. As you know, dear partner who has fucked me a thousand times, it takes two to make a good, clean entrance in there.”
“I’ll do my best to make sure you are properly ready.”
“If you touch me, it would be as my sub. Otherwise, they won’t stay aroused.”
“I have a hard time believing that. One look at you makes me aroused.”
“That’s you, though. You’re not some run-of-the-mill sub running around here looking for pussy to put them in their place.”
“Thank God. I think that would get tiring after a while at my age. I’m not twenty-two like our young friend… who is coming back now.”
They finished their drinks. Kennedy got up to find them a room, and Lara went into Domme overdrive.
“Caden, sweetheart,” she said, joining them on the loveseat and putting her hand on their bare shoulder. “Tell me you want what I’m offering you.”
“I do, Mistress.”
“Good. As soon as my partner gets back, we’ll take this show on the road.” She tipped Caden’s chin toward her and kissed them.
It wasn’t a peck. It wasn’t even flirting. Lara was going to eat them alive, so help her God. She would do it for herself… and she would do it for her kinky spouse, wherever she was.
Caden was the type of kisser who deferred to her strength. And Lara had a lot of strength, especially when it came to turning her partner on. Like now, when she reappeared behind her, rubbing her shoulder and whispering that she had a key with their names on it.
Lara took the lead. After all, she was the one in charge of this situation.
Why am I so into this? Usually, she would be nervous.
She knew how much it could potentially hurt – but also feel good.
It’s because I really do want to cuckold my partner.
She was into the idea of forcing her to watch her take on another masc.
A masc she picked up and decided to fuck, with or without her.
This spouse of hers – the one who was possibly cheating on her – wouldn’t know what to do with herself with the tables turned.
How would Kennedy really react to Caden doing her wife?
That would tell her a lot more than an unreliable witness like Roberta the chef.
“Look at you,” Kennedy said, taking her wife into her arms the moment they entered the private room.
Caden lingered in the hallway, nodding to other couples and singles passing by, some of them lethargic from lovemaking and others giddy with anticipation.
It was that kind of energy that made Lara so bubbly in places like Midnight.
“You’re the hottest woman in this club. And I’m going to watch you own that. ”
Lara pushed her toward a chair on the side of the room. “Sit down,” she commanded. Kennedy landed with a huff, eyes fixated on her figure. “Now, be a good love and watch your wife work.” And be worked. She didn’t remind her partner of that.
Caden entered, shutting the door.
“You,” Lara said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the plain bed in the middle of the dimly lit room. “There.”
This should’ve been one of the hottest nights of the year.
And it would’ve been, if Lara’s worries weren’t hanging over her like a foul shadow.
She looked at her partner as she sat on the edge of the bed with Caden, wondering what she was really thinking.
Did Kennedy mean what she said about her being the hottest woman in the club?
Probably. That didn’t mean she thought she was the hottest woman in the world.
Or maybe she did. That still didn’t mean she wasn’t going elsewhere for other hot women.
Well, now it was Lara’s turn to change those tides. She knew how to work her spouse. She knew what she liked to see…
She went into this situation determined to have sex despite her partner. Or maybe despite her! Yet as she pulled Caden to her, she caught a glimpse of Kennedy in her chair, vaping and giving her a look that said, “You’re hot, honey. Glad I married you.”