Chapter 5 - Mike
As I glance in the mirror and straighten my green tie for the St. Patrick’s Day freeuse party, I realize this is one of the rare times since Willow moved in that I’ve been here alone.
It’s been nearly a month now and we’re still in our honeymoon phase.
We spend as much time together as we can, and for now, our two-days-a-week freeuse is extended to almost every day.
At some point we might do only two days, but so far it’s been almost non-stop.
Willow popped out to the store to get a bottle of wine for us to enjoy when we get back from the party.
I have a fully stocked red wine cellar, but it turns out she’s more of a rosé kind of girl.
It’s one of many things we’re discovering about each other the longer we live together.
We have plenty of differences, but nothing that can’t be worked out.
As I put my suit jacket on, I think back to Halloween and marvel at how quickly our lives changed.
She went from a shy virgin throwing herself into a gathering of experienced perverts—myself included—to now going as my partner and submissive.
She’s turned into a sexual goddess who has the confidence to ask for what she wants.
Last week she blushed and hinted that she’d love it if I let some other guys at the party use her mouth, and I told her I’d think about it.
The thought of watching her being a little slut for a bunch of men makes my cock throb, but I haven’t told her yet that I’m willing to share her.
I even found her red ribbon from the previous party, and it’s in my pocket, along with a small bottle of lube.
You never know when something like that will come in handy at a freeuse party.
I think part of her newfound confidence is from her showdown with her mother.
She’s grown so much in the last few weeks from standing up for herself.
It was the right thing to do because her mother’s attitude has taken a complete U-turn.
She sent Willow a text this morning saying that they hadn’t given me a chance, and they’d like Willow to bring me to dinner sometime.
When Willow got the text, she stared at her phone for about five minutes before laughing and sending back a “we’ll see” reply.
I guess her parents realized that this time they really could lose their daughter and they want to make up for the past—not that I’ve even met her father since her mom seems to be speaking for both of them.
If Willow wants to mend things with her mom, I’ll be there to support her all the way.
I hear the front door open, followed by the sound of Willow in the kitchen putting away the wine.
She walks into the bedroom as I’m putting my shoes on.
The emerald green dress she’s wearing is stunning.
It’s a short little thing with a cut up the side and it’s covered in sparkly gems that draw attention to her curves.
She looks radiant, and I’m going to enjoy showing her off at the party.
“Are you ready to go?” she asks.
I stand up and give her a soft kiss on the lips. “Yeah, I’m ready.” She slips her hand down and rubs my cock, squeezing as it gets hard under her fingers.
“Naughty Kitten, stop that. You know if you keep doing that, I’ll end up fucking you and we’ll never make it to the party. Don’t you want to suck on all those other cocks?”
She makes a sulky face at me, but in a second it’s gone and she squeals. “You’re sharing me?”
“Yep.” I give her nose one last kiss. “Now let’s go.”
She laughs and can’t seem to stop herself from giving my cock a soft pat before sashaying towards the door. “Come on, slow poke, this pussy needs some attention.”
We’re taking my car as hers feels too cramped for me. It’s like I’m trapped in a sardine can, but it’s perfect for her. She got the job she interviewed for, so it’s worked out perfectly. Now in the morning, she gives me a kiss before she leaves, and can drive herself to a job she enjoys.
I climb into the car and when she settles into the passenger seat, I slip my hand between her legs to tickle her inner thigh and rub her pussy.
She’s not wearing any panties, as I commanded, and she’s already wet.
My fingers sink into her and she spreads her legs to give me more room and rocks her hips in time to my gentle thrusts.
“Fuck. I love you,” she moans.
We’re both comfortable professing our love now and we actually mean it, so I know she isn’t just saying it because I’m fingering her. Sometimes we say it because one of us said something nice, or the other needs to hear it—or, like this, when one of us is doing our best to make the other come.
But we don’t have time for that yet. I pull my hand back, and she straightens her dress with only a tiny sigh of frustration. “Soon, Kitten,” we leave. It’s only a twenty-minute drive to the party, and we’ll get there as it starts to liven up.
“Do you miss it?” she asks. “Fucking other women at these parties?”
I think for a moment and shake my head. “You’re a loving submissive and partner. Why would I want more than that? And everyone will see what a fantastic little slut you are and be jealous of me and wish they were in my place.”
“And you won’t change your mind about letting them use me tonight?” she asks with a grin.
I can’t resist teasing her. “We’ll see.”
The rest of the drive goes by quickly, and as soon as we park by Cherry’s mansion and get out, Willow walks around to my side and kisses me deeply.
“Coming to the party as your submissive and partner is so much better than that first night. This feels right.” She gives me a coy smile. “And whatever happens tonight, I know you’ll be looking after me.”
“I love you,” I say. “I never thought I could say that to anyone again. Thank you for being in my life.”
Her eyes sparkle like she’s getting teary, so I give her ass a gentle spank. A couple passing by shouts, “Leave it for inside!” and Willow giggles and hugs me. I take her hand. We’re ready for another freeuse night.