Chapter Three
Chase
My eyes stay on Jules, watching for any signs of discomfort. Which she’s not showing any signs of at all. Instead, there’s a subtle sway to her body with each step she takes, there’s desire in her eyes, and I can tell she’s liking everything we’re seeing as we make our way to our booth.
Night Moves is set up with multiple people in mind. In the middle is a stage, and certain wristbands tell each member or guest what they’re into. Yellow wristbands are for exhibitionists. They want to be watched but not touched. Green wristbands allow others to join them. Then there are booths set up along the perimeter, where we’ll be situated. Our black wristbands allow others to know we’re guests and can look but not touch.
“Here’s your table.” Our host escorts us to our own booth. I’m paying attention. Jules is not.
“Thank you.” Iris nods. Night Moves is thorough, and as we went over the rest of our paperwork together, a few rules were reiterated, those being a two-drink limit and consensual is an absolute must or you’ll be kicked out. No questions asked. Needless to say, I more than feel safe with Jules here with me.
“Enjoy your evening.” Jules gets with the program, moving her feet and sliding into the circular-style seating. Most places would have a wide table set in the middle, not Night Moves. They leave it open for a reason, to experience the allure and to allow others to watch as well but in a more intimate setting.
“Jules.” I pull her down until she’s sitting on my lap. My wife isn’t responding to me. I get it. There’s a lot to take in, and when I see what’s captured her attention, I’m slightly surprised. Jules just keeps surprising me every single day. An element of surprise I’m finding I like more and more. There on the stage are multiple partners, women with women, men with men, one woman taking two men at the same time. One working his cock in and out of her mouth while the other takes her pussy. I watch the scene my wife is currently enraptured with. A woman is on her back, another woman is sitting on her face, and the guy is going down on the other while he jacks his cock the entire time. The music, the lights, harsh grunts, and low moans, Night Moves knows what they’re doing.
“Chase,” Jules purrs when my hand slides up the inside of her thigh, meeting slickness, and I’m still a couple of inches away from her pussy. Jesus, she’s fucking soaked.
“Spread your legs, Jules.” First names are allowed here, other than that is another rule you have to adhere to as well. No damn problem. What Jules and I do to get off is just that. Ours. Nobody needs to know that my wife likes the idea of being watched and now likes to watch.
“More,” she begs. I do the exact opposite, holding back even though it’s killing me not to plunge my fingers inside her.
“Legs, loop them over mine, or you’re not getting what you want,” I whisper into the shell of her ear, fully aware of how sensitive she is in that area. Jules’ head tips back, landing on my shoulder, and damn it all to hell, she’s making it damn hard not to bend her over right now.
“Please.” One leg slides over mine, and the minute the other follows, I’ve got two fingers fucking into Jules’ tight wet heat. Her eyes may be glued to the scene in front of her, but I’m solely focused on my wife. I was put on this earth to love Jules, to take care of her, and to be only hers. Just like she’s mine.
“You want my dick? Is that what you want, Jules?” Her cunt ripples around my fingers as I thrust them in and out, using the palm of my hand to work her clit. The next time we’re here, I’ll have to plan this out a bit better, ask for a bigger area to work with, one with a bed instead of this type of seating.
“Yes, god yes, please.” Her fingers dig into the back of my head, holding steady while enjoying the throuple of sorts in front of us.
“I’ve got my hands full right now.” I flutter my fingers inside of her while keeping her on the edge of an orgasm. “I pull my dick out, you’re gonna lose my hand, and I’m thinking you won’t like that very much.” Jules is more than flexible and can easily take my cock out with her hands behind her back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants. Meanwhile, her hands leave my head, and she sits up a bit more while my hand keeps working her cunt.
“That’s what I’m going to do, right here in front of everyone.” My wife stutters in her task, and even with the steady thread of noise surrounding us, I can hear and feel the clanking of my belt. When she starts to struggle with the button, I take over, tired of waiting. Getting my cock in her pussy is at the top of my list. The whole experience has heightened a part of both of our senses, and I can guarantee neither of us is going to last much longer.
“Hurry, Chase, please.” She lifts her ass up once my pants are loose enough to free my dick.
“Next time, I’m going to fuck your ass, Jules. Are you seeing what I am?” Another couple joins the stage, a guy and a woman. They lock eyes with us as I lift Jules’ body up. They’re naked to our semi-clothed. The woman drops to her knees, wraps her hand around his dick, and he guides her by the back of her head. All the while his eyes rove over Jules’ now naked tits as my hand pulls the fabric down.
“Oh god, so hot. So damn hot.” Her words are a garbled mess. I pull my fingers out of her pussy. I’m dripping with her wetness, and my wife is going to lick them clean.
“Open.” She does as I say, sucking on my fingers how she likes it. Fuck that, how I like it. I’ve got no problem with another guy eating up the length of my wife’s body. It’s damn sexy to read the want and desire in his eyes and know he’ll never have the beauty I hold.
“Mhmmm.” I line my dick up with the slit of her pussy, letting her coat my length before slowly spreading the lips of her cunt with my broad tip.
“Fuck, your greedy cunt loves this, loves my dick, loves fucking me.” My hips arch up as I grasp her hip and slam her down. “They can look all they want, Jules, but they can’t touch. You’re mine, only mine.”
“Yes,” Jules says louder than I think she’s aware. The way she is trembling, the shivering of her body with each thrust of my hips makes my balls tingle. I’m controlling how fast and hard we move together. The best part of this position is that Jules can’t make me move slower or faster. I’m dominating her body and her mind.
“Watch them. When he comes, you’ll come. He’ll watch as I paint this pussy, my pussy, with my cum. He’ll watch as it drips out of your body and my fingers push it back in.” The girl on her knees in from of the man must deep throat him, because at that moment, his eyes lock on Jules’ cunt. I’ve had her in enough positions that I can describe the scene like the back of my hand. The petals of her pussy are flared around my dick, completely bare how she prefers. I’d take my wife any way I can have her. That being said, her scent, her feel, and the guy in front of us is lucky to watch as her center clenches down on my cock so hard, I have to hold back.
“Come, Jules, come for me and come for the guy who will never get inside you,” I grunt with each punch of my hips. My fingers leave her mouth, needing both hands for leverage. And fuck me, Jules’ head drops back to my shoulder. The guy across the loses her eyes as his own close, and I do exactly what I said I’d do. The minute Jules’ orgasm hits, I pump her full of my cum. I groan as each flutter of her pussy only makes my balls draw tighter.
“Chase.” Her voice is breathless, body boneless and still after she’s wrung every drop of cum from my body. I hold her, not willing to break our connection. I can feel her lips slide along my neck. She’s lost in oblivion, while I’m still on alert. My head lifts at the same time the guy does across the way. He nods, I do the same, and then he’s picking the girl up beneath her arms and walks away.
“Babe, think you broke my dick with how hard you came.” Her chest quakes, causing me to lose her heat.
“The same can be said for my pussy. Seriously hot, so hot.” She turns into my body, not caring that we’re a mess. Our combined cum is probably ruining our clothes, but fuck if I care.
“We’ll relax for a few minutes. I’ll catch my breath, then we’ll head home for round two.” I press a kiss against her forehead and feel her breath skate across my neck.
“Okay.” She nuzzles deeper into me, and I hold her tighter. Enjoying the moment, making a promise to myself and to Jules that we’ll have a lot more nights like tonight, even if it’s not at a club. We both deserve to have our time together, and so does our marriage.
Epilogue
Jules
“I’m not sure I can stand, much less walk,” I admit to Chase once we’ve arrived home. My husband may have his gentleman tendencies, but when it comes to fucking me, he’s more like a wild animal you can’t tame. And now I’ve got a sore body, tired eyes, and I’m completely zapped of energy.
“You had a good time, then?” Chase asks from the passenger door. He’s standing, ready and waiting to help me out of his truck. The drive home was quiet, each of us coming down from a euphoric night with zero regrets. That is the one thing Chase made sure of after he moved us from the main room into a smaller and intimate setting. We sat, me in his lap, his arms wrapped around me as he held me until my rapidly beating heart calmed down. The only question he asked was if I had any regrets, and I gave him the truth. I loved every minute of our time together.
“I’d say it was more than a good time. Did you?” I spin in my seat, spread my legs, and Chase presses in. My shoes are long gone, except there’s no way I’ll keep them in my husband’s truck. They’re too pretty, too expensive, and a slew of other things to be discarded. Between the dress, my heels, and the night at the club, I’m afraid to ask about the price tag. I won’t either. We’ve made a great life for ourselves, saving where we need to save and spending on nights such as these.
“Fuck yeah. Gotta admit, it stung walking in on you talking to Teresa about what you needed instead of me.” I go to reply when Chase shakes his head. “Not yet, baby. Let me get this out. It ate at my gut you felt that way and didn’t come to me. A lot of that is on me. I let work, life, and other shit get in the way.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my heels more or less beating on his back, but like I said, there’s no way I’m letting them go. “I promise you we’ll have more nights like this. The kids can deal with being away from us and their social life a weekend a month. I’ve also decided as long as you’re game, we’ll become members of Night Moves. An apology won’t fix shit. Action speaks louder than words.” I can see the weight he’s feeling is tremendous, and there’s nothing Chase could do that I’d never forgive. My trust in him is unfailing. I’ll love him until my dying breath, and even still, I’ll carry his love with me into the afterlife.
“Oh, Chase, we both screwed up. I should have talked to you.” I’ve battled myself with this for too long. Seriously, Teresa would kick me in the twat if she knew I sat and stewed for this long. Hopefully, that doesn’t actually happen within the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. The way I’m feeling, any sudden movements or any more sex will surely make me need an ice pack between my legs, and that would be pretty hard to explain to others. Chase edges closer, our foreheads meeting each other’s as his hands tighten in my hair.
“Jules.” My husband will take the blame for everything, shouldering the burden, when in all actuality, he can’t fix what he doesn’t know is broken.
“No, Chase, not this time. Two wrongs don’t make a right. I think the lesson tonight taught us both is that we need to make time for one another. Both of us, not just you and not just me.” The past few months, the only time we’ve gotten alone time along with down time is at night, when we’re both in bed, dog tired, and barely have enough energy to hold our eyes open. And while we’ve always made time for our mutual needs when it comes to sex, the talking part has been a lot harder.
“I’ll agree that we need time together. Don’t care if it’s at Night Moves, a night away, or an evening with only us. I promise you.” His lips meet mine, soft, sweet, sensual, a slow build-up. Completely different than earlier tonight when we were consumed by passion. Our time at the club had me squirming, begging, and doing whatever I could for Chase to get me off.
“Thank you, for everything. As far as becoming members at the club, I think I’d like that, a lot.” I’m open and honest with this revelation. It was a lot of fun, with boundaries are in place. It makes me feel like a woman again.
“You don’t have to thank me, babe. Ever.” Chase pulls me closer, spreading my legs further. The fabric of my dress protests, and I wiggle enough in order not to rip the beautiful confection. My tender flesh meets his suit pants, and a low hiss leaves my mouth. “You sore?” There isn’t a bit of remorse in his tone.
“A little. Are you proud of yourself?” Our mouths may not be fused together, but our bodies sure are.
“Maybe, but we still have two whole days until the kids come home, and the last thing I want is you out of commission.” His hands leave my hair, traveling down the length of my back, and grip my ass. Before I can gain any semblance of traction, I’m being lifted from my seat, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
“Then I’d suggest you get me in a warm bath and join me.” I reach behind me, closing the door so he doesn’t have to worry about it while carrying me. Then Chase’s strides become faster. I’m pretty sure he likes the idea, and lucky me, I do, too.
“Love you, Jules. Fuckin’ always.”
“I love you, Chase, forever and ever.”