Chapter 5
The rest of the party is a blur. It involves lots of beer, a bonfire, laughter, and some off-key singing after a few people get drunk.
Someone produces my favorite hard cider, but I don’t take any since I want to be sober tonight.
I notice Zane isn’t drinking either, and every time his smoldering gaze meets mine, lust explodes in my brain and I become tongue tied.
I see Joey and Zane speaking together halfway through the gathering, and afterwards Joey tells me the plan is on, but he never actually says what the arrangement is.
When the party winds down, I hug Jessica goodbye.
She can tell I’m distracted, but she doesn’t question what’s going on.
Joey leads me to the car, and when we are both seated, he leans over and digs around in a bag on the floor behind me.
He straightens up and drops my white lace top in my lap. Flabbergasted, I stare at it.
“Put that on.”
“Here, in the car?” I peek out the window. It’s dark, and no one else is around.
His voice is thick and I can tell he’s incredibly turned on. “Yes, now.”
I shrug out of my red blouse, take off my bra, and toss them both in the back seat.
Joey is watching me intently, and he reaches over to play with a nipple.
I pause and don’t put the lace top on as pings of pleasure head straight for my clit.
I almost want to tell him let’s forget about the hour with Zane and he can take me back to our place and fuck me, but this is probably my once in a lifetime chance with Zane, and I’m going to take it.
When he stops pulling at my nipple, my pussy is a wet mess and my brain is fuzzy from desire.
“Put your shirt on. Zane is expecting us.”
Uh… us? Is he planning to watch? I slip the shirt on, and I’m about to question him when he continues.
“I’m going to drop you off at his rental, and exactly one hour later, I’ll pick you up. I expect you to come out to me. Don’t make me come in and collect you.”
Oh, fuck. Joey’s being demanding, but this side of him is hot.
“Okay, my love.”
“And if I ask, you’ll tell me everything that he did to you.”
I nod and realize he might not see it in the dark. “Yes.”
Telling him everything that happens was something we previously discussed when talking about boundaries, and I already agreed to tell him anything I do with other men, but he obviously needed to hear it again.
Joey starts the car, and as he drives I adjust the top and settle my boobs in their correct position within the form-fitting lace.
Since the town is small, it doesn’t take us long to arrive at the tiny rented cottage.
We park in front of the house, and Zane opens the front door as if he was watching for us out the window.
I unbuckle my seat belt and turn to Joey. “Love, are you sure you’re okay with this? We can call it off right now.”
He leans over and gives me a soft kiss. “I want us to try, and Zane is safe. I’ll be back in an hour.”
I give his hand a squeeze before opening the car door and climbing out.
I guess I learned the reason for why he chose Zane.
He wanted this first time to be with someone he felt we could both trust. I walk towards the house but can’t help but look over my shoulder at Joey, and he’s staring intently but doesn’t try to stop me.
I hear the car drive away as I reach Zane.
Zane steps back from the doorway. “Come in.”
His voice is firm, and a shiver runs down my spine. He doesn’t look like he’s in a fun-loving mood, and I’m suddenly uncertain how this will go. But we only have an hour so we better not waste any time.
I walk past him and glance around the cute living room. His cottage also has a nautical theme, and I wonder if all the rentals use the same general concept when decorating rental houses close to the ocean.
Zane closes the front door with a loud click, and I hear the deadbolt turn. Hesitation filters through my brain. Why am I here? This is crazy. I don’t know what he’s been doing for the last 18 years. He could have been in prison for all I know.
I turn towards him right as he steps up to me and yanks me against his chest. I gasp as he swoops down and claims my mouth.
His lips fuse to mine and my pussy clenches with need.
He’s not kissing me gently, and the passion excites me further.
I throw myself into the kiss with the same intensity, and we devour each other.
All thoughts of this being crazy drain away as passion consumes me.
I need to feel every inch of his skin against me, and I pull the hem of his shirt free from his jeans.
He stops kissing me long enough to help, and then swiftly removes his shirt.
He’s got less chest hair than Joey has, and I start at his neck and nibble my way down his chest, exploring the differences between the two men.
Other than Joey, Zane is the only other man who has ever had his hands on my pussy, and it feels like I’ve come full circle.
I’m about to fulfill a fantasy from my youth.
“Miri?”
I sink to my knees and paw at the button and zipper on his jeans, suddenly desperate to see his cock.
“Miri, answer something for me.”
I look up, and he stares down at me for a moment before cupping my face. He brushes his thumb along my lower lip.
“Why did you agree to this?”
I don’t know what to say to him since I have so many reasons for doing this—Joey finds it hot, I’ve always wanted it, I was in love with him once, curiosity, wish fulfillment—but I can’t say them all.
I go with the safe bet. “Curiosity.”
My answer makes him smile. “Well, Ms. Curious Kitten, rumor has it you like it hard, and I’m going to give you what you want. Is that okay?”
Oooh fuck, Joey told him how I liked rough sex? A wave of love for my husband washes over me, and I nod. “Yes, fuck me hard, please.”
Zane hauls me up off my knees and removes my top so fast my head spins.
I’m going to laugh at Joey later and tell him I didn’t need to wear it.
He bends down and engulfs a nipple in his mouth and I sway against him as ripples of pleasure rush through me.
It’s surreal and erotic that someone other than Joey is sucking on my tit.
I close my eyes and sink into the bliss as his mouth creates an inferno in my belly.
He rolls the other nipple between his thumb and index finger to cause continuous spikes of delight to shoot down to my clit, and I moan loudly.
He stops sucking on my breast and tugs at the zipper on my jeans.
I kick off my shoes, and when he has the jeans undone, he shoves me towards the couch.
Wait, are we not going to the bedroom? I barely have the thought formed before he’s bending me over the arm of the couch and dragging my jeans down.
He yanks them off and tosses them across the room with a soft thud. All I’m wearing now are blue satin panties and white ankle socks.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I immediately comply.
When he rubs my pussy through the fabric, I moan some more. My panties are probably soaking wet, and he’ll know how much I want him.
“Miri, there are a few rules for tonight that you have to obey.”
“Mmm, yes.”
My reply makes him snort. “You haven’t even heard what they are yet.”
I wiggle my ass and press against his hand, forcing him to rub harder. “Doesn’t matter, it’s a yes.”
He sounds almost amused. “Oh no, that’s not how this works. I’m going to tell you, and you’ll agree or disagree.”
Ugh, whatever. He knows we’re on the clock, and I need his cock inside me. The sooner he stops talking, the sooner I get fucked.
“First; if I do anything you don’t like or want me to stop, say red.”
My brain buzzes. Did he just give me a safeword?
“Do you understand?”
I shimmy my hips, wishing he’d press his fingers into my pussy and pant out, “Yes… red… if I want to stop.”
“Good girl.” He slides his fingers underneath the band of my panties and slips them between my wet folds, finding my clit. I groan as he rubs circles against it.
“Next one: you aren’t allowed to come without permission, and I may not let you. Joey said I could send you home to him without coming. Do you understand?”
What… the… fuck? My head spins with the thought that those two masterminded me not coming. What sort of fucked-up game is this? And yet, his fingers against my clit and the swirls of pleasure in my core tell me I would agree to anything to get his cock inside me.
He dips two fingers into my wet pussy and starts finger-fucking me roughly. “Do you understand, Miri?”
Ooooh, fuck. “Yes, I understand. No coming without permission!”
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to be fucked?”
“Yesssss,” I groan out as he speeds up the slamming of his fingers inside my wet hole.
Zane removes his hands and slides my panties down. A rush of cool air hits my inflamed pussy lips, and I shiver. I hear him removing his jeans and as soon as they drop to the floor, his cock is against my pussy and he slams into me.
“Ooooh, fuck!” I cry out as he grasps my hips with both hands and starts hammering against me. His cock is bigger than Joey’s, and he’s stretching me out as I’ve never been before.
“You know what other rumor I heard, Miri?”
The couch creaks as he fucks me, and I’m having a difficult time thinking while that monster cock of his is massaging nerve endings I didn’t know existed. Does he expect an answer?
“What?” I half pant, half squeal as he thrusts deep and hard.
“Someone told me you like to be called vulgar names.”
I don’t even know how to respond. Since Joey never said more than ‘slut’, I didn’t think he was paying attention when I hinted for more. My mind blanks as he drills away at my pussy.
“Answer me, Miri. Do you want to be called a filthy whore?”
I groan, “Yes,” when he whacks against my pussy and the intense pleasure is almost too much.
“Is that what you are?”
He draws out all the way, and I immediately miss the thrill of being stretched out. I mewl in protest.