Chapter 2
Lucas is being a jerk. It’s been four days since he told me about the party, but he won’t give me any details.
He just keeps fucking me all over the house.
He showed me the engraved invitation to the party earlier.
It reminded me of a wedding invitation. Based on the golden cardstock alone, you could tell the party was going to be swanky.
It was deceptive in its simplicity with just the announcement we were invited to the party and a website on the back.
But sadly, the invitation didn’t tell me anything about the actual party.
Now he’s got me naked on the bed again, and I’m determined to get information out of him since we leave for the trip in two days.
Lucas nuzzles Ms. Kitty with his nose, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. “Mmm, you smell delicious.”
He holds my pussy lips open and swirls his tongue around my clit. My head spins and I tremble under his touch as I gasp, “Tell me about this party. You’ve been teasing me for days.”
“So impatient,” he laughs, the vibrations tickling my clit. “Good girls who wait get rewards, you know.” He licks the length of my folds, and I groan from the pleasure.
My back arches off the bed. “Please, Lucas. I want to know. I’ve been a very good girl.”
“I suppose you have.” He slides two fingers into my pussy, massaging the magical spot. “It’s an exclusive party at Casa Del Grande Toro, a private mansion in Malibu. Very high end, very elite. They invited multiple hotwife couples.”
His fingers work magic inside me as I try to imagine what a sex party would be like—with strangers. My pussy squeezes around his fingers as a wave of bliss threatens to overwhelm me. “And...and who am I fucking?”
“I don’t know.” He lifts his head from my pussy to meet my gaze, passion shining from his eyes.
“They pick the bulls for the women. I get to watch from a camera or be in the room if I want. Watching you come undone with other men...” He trails off with a groan, grinding the hard bulge in his jeans against my thigh.
“Fuck, it makes me so hot thinking about it.”
I swallow the pool of saliva in my mouth as heat floods my cheeks.
Lucas previously always knew who was going to fuck me, so this is different.
The idea of strangers pawing at my body, shoving their cocks into whatever hole they want—it terrifies and thrills me all at once.
I squirm under Lucas’s touch, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
He seems to sense my conflicted arousal and slows the motion of his fingers. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Just say the word.”
I stare up at the ceiling, chewing on my lower lip as I consider.
My pussy gives a strong pulse and I almost laugh.
Yeah, let’s be honest here. I’m fine with fucking strangers, and I trust Lucas.
He wouldn’t have arranged this if he didn’t think I was going to love it.
And the way Lucas is looking at me, like I’m some prized possession he’s willing to share with others. ..fuck, it’s doing things to me.
“I want to go,” I say finally.
Lucas’s eyes gleam. “Good.” He seals his approval with a deep kiss to my pussy.
My fingers twist in his hair as his lips close over my clit.
He flicks his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves again and again, stoking the fire deep inside me until I’m writhing against his mouth.
Just when an orgasm builds, he stops, leaving me empty and wanting.
“No fair,” I whine, trying to pull him back between my legs.
He chuckles. “Patience, my love. That was just the beginning.”
Lucas moves up to capture my mouth with a passionate kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and it’s intoxicating. His cock nudges at my entrance, the head slipping inside for a moment before retreating. I groan in frustration, rocking my hips to try to get him inside, but he denies me.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls against my neck. His teeth graze the sensitive skin. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, Lucas!”
“As you wish.” He sinks into me and I sigh from the bliss. My soft and loving husband is out tonight, and he plays with my body like only he knows how. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he fucks me leisurely with long, deep strokes.
It’s loving and heavenly. The coil of heat in my core winds tighter and tighter.
I’m so close, teetering on the edge of rapture.
I close my eyes and hold on tight while he and I explode together.
His warm cum fills me up, and I rock against him until we’re both fully satisfied.
Hell, do I even really need to go to the party? The sex beforehand is pretty fabulous.
The next morning, Lucas watches with amusement as I rifle through my closet, searching for my most seductive outfit to pack for the party.
I try on several before deciding on a midnight blue V-neck dress that wraps around my body and ties at the hip.
It’s silky and clings to my curves, the hem reaching mid-thigh and showing off my toned legs.
The deep neckline gives a tantalizing view of my cleavage.
I choose a tiny, barely-there scrap of lace masquerading as panties and some strappy sandals. Yep, this will do.
“Trying to give the other men heart attacks?” Lucas asks, eyeing me appreciatively.
I smile, doing a slow spin to give him the full view. “Jealous?”
“Never,” he says, though his gaze sharpens as he stares at me. I know he loves showing me off, his prize to be coveted and claimed. “Though I may have to fight them off with a stick. You look delectable enough to eat.”
“Promises, promises.” My nipples harden under the thin dress as my pussy grows wet. His reaction tells me this is definitely the dress I want to bring on the trip.
Lucas steps closer, caging me against the wall. He cups my breast, squeezing gently before giving the nipple a pinch. I gasp, squirming as heat suffuses my body. “Before we go,” he says, “there’s something else you should know.”
“What?” I ask breathlessly. My heart races in anticipation. What else could he possibly have planned?
“I invited someone else to go with us to the party. An old friend of yours, in fact.”
My eyes widen. Oh no. After a high school reunion trip to the ocean last year, Lucas struck up a friendship with a guy I knew from high school—Zane. That’s the only person it could be. A secret, passionate night with Zane from long ago flashes in my mind, and desire and panic swirl inside me.
“Zane,” Lucas confirms with a wolfish grin. “This is going to be a fun party.”
My heart nearly pounds out of my chest. Zane. I gape at Lucas, stunned into silence. He’s bringing Zane for me to fuck? I never told him about my night with Zane. Oh God, this is a bad idea.
“Surprise,” Lucas says, clearly delighted with himself.
“You should have told me,” I say once I find my voice. I sound breathless, anxious. Guilty.
“And spoil the fun?” I wanted to see the look on your face. Priceless.”
I smack his chest, annoyance warring with arousal. “This isn’t funny! You can’t just spring something like this on me.”
“You’re right, I apologize,” Lucas says, though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “I should have given you time to prepare to go to a sex party with Zane.”
My cheeks flame hot and Ms. Kitty buzzes. I’d like to pretend I’m not interested in fucking Zane, but I am...so damn much. He’s muscular, fit, and an oh-so-yummy guy with tattoos and a bad boy vibe. If given the chance, I’d ride him to glory any day.
Lucas must not sense my inner distress. He reaches down and slides his hand under my dress to play with my pussy, one finger stroking my slit through the damp lace. I’m soaked, and it has everything to do with the thought of fucking Zane.
He rubs against me harder. “Seems like someone is getting worked up about the party.”
My thoughts go fuzzy as he continues to stroke me. I’ve thought about Zane over the years, usually when Lucas talks dirty to me about old lovers and conquests. My pussy quivers at the memory of Zane’s stubble against my inner thighs as he ate me out for hours.
“You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?” Lucas murmurs.
A whimper escapes me. Oh, I’m thinking about something all right, but probably not what he thinks I am. He’s talking about the party while I’m imagining fucking Zane. I’m so fucking wet, and we don’t leave for the party until tomorrow. “Lucas, please.”
“Please what?” He grinds his hard cock against my hip. “Do you want me to fuck you and take care of your ache?”
I moan and close my eyes as an image flashes in my mind—Zane pinning my wrists above my head as he’s pounding into me. Lucas sits in a chair across the room, stroking his cock as he takes in the show. I can almost feel the delicious stretch of Zane’s cock as he slides into me.
“Is that what you want?” Lucas asks again. “Does Ms. Kitty need to come?”
I drag my eyes open to find Lucas watching me intently. I moan and crush my mouth to his in a searing kiss. Lucas groans in triumph and relief, grabbing my ass to keep me tight against him. By the time we break apart, we’re both panting, and the ache between my legs has become nearly unbearable.
“Please,” I gasp out. “Make me your fuck toy.”
Lucas’s eyes gleam. “Not now. You’ve got to wait for the party.”
What? My eyes widen while my pussy practically vibrates with need.
He kisses me on the forehead. “It will be worth the wait. I promise.”
Holy fuck. I married a sadist.