Chapter 3
I’ve been worked up and horny all day thanks to my annoyingly wonderful husband. Since we leave for the trip in the morning, I’m packing tonight. This also gives me something to distract myself with since I’m not getting sex.
It’s not working.
As I stuff my luggage full of sexy lingerie–way more than is needed for our four-night trip–my mind races with thoughts of fucking Zane.
My body tingles, but unease nips at me like an annoying little mosquito.
Miri and Zane had a thing years ago, back in high school, and Zane was even her first hotwife experience last year.
I don’t want to upset Miri or ruin our friendship.
I really need to talk to her about this.
I rub the silky fabric of a black satin teddy between my fingers and imagine Zane peeling it off of me.
Caught up in my thoughts, I can almost feel Zane’s powerful hands gripping my hips, his rough thrusts slamming into me from behind.
I imagine him whispering all sorts of naughty things in my ear as he punishes my pussy with his rock-hard cock.
Miri said he likes to fuck hard, and that’s what I’m in the mood for after my husband edged me earlier.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.
As much as the thought of Zane dominating me turns me on, I need to make sure I’m not crossing any lines with Miri.
She’s always been there for me, and as my best friend and employee, I don’t want to fuck up our friendship over one night with Zane.
I flop down on the bed and quickly dial Miri’s number before I can change my mind.
As the phone rings in my ear, I can’t help but think about how Zane’s thick, veiny cock would fill me up, stretching my pussy to my limits.
He had a thick cock when I saw it previously.
I feel myself flush and my nipples harden beneath my thin shirt.
“Hey Jess, what’s up?” Miri’s voice snaps me back to reality.
A flush rises to my cheeks and I suddenly feel guilty. This is stupid. It’s not like she’s married to him. “Hey Miri, it’s...uh, well, I need to talk to you about something,” I stammer awkwardly. I quickly add, “It’s about Zane.”
“Zane?” Miri’s tone shifts to one of curiosity. “What about him?”
“You know how Lucas is taking me on a trip?” Lucas said he cleared it with Miri, but I’m not sure what he told her.
She laughs. “Yes, and why aren’t you packing? You don’t sound happy.”
Staring at the ceiling, I try to figure out the best way to ease into the conversation. “Did Lucas tell you what we’re doing on the trip?”
“No, he said it was a secret, and he wasn’t sure I wouldn’t spill the beans to you,” she grumbles. “I spoiled ONE surprise years ago and now he won’t tell me anything.”
I hold in my chuckle. Yeah, she got the date wrong on a surprise trip Lucas planned and thought I was calling her from the hotel. In hindsight, it’s funny, but Lucas is still cranky about the mistake. That man has a long memory.
I quickly tell her all I know about the sex party—which isn’t much—leaving the details about Zane for the end.
I bite my lower lip and spit out the part I’m afraid she’ll get upset about.
“Ever since the reunion last year, Lucas and Zane became friends, and Lucas invited him to the party this weekend.”
I wait for her to say something, but she’s silent. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay with it.” Pausing, I take a deep breath before adding, “I mean, considering your history together and all that.”
She laughs warmly, and the tension in my stomach eases. “Jess, you’re my best friend, and you and Zane can fuck whoever you want—including each other. I only had that one night with him and I’ve got much bigger fish to fry now.”
Miri’s response makes me giggle. Last week she was describing the massive cock on a guy that she fucked in Cabo San Lucas. She’s been having a fantastic time exploring being a hotwife, and she’s definitely been catching some big fish.
“Jessica, I want you to promise me something.” Miri’s voice gets all serious, and I sit up to focus.
“Okay, what?”
“I want you to promise not to worry about me. Do whatever you want with Zane and have fun. I honestly don’t care. He was fun to fuck, and it gave me some closure about my past, but that’s it. I’m not pining over him, and I’m thrilled with how everything has turned out. So, promise?”
My heart warms. This is why she’s my best friend. “I promise.”
“We’re best friends,” Miri echoes my thought. “We’ve been through so much together, and this is just another adventure for us to share. Now go on this trip and get that magnificent cock if you can.”
“Thanks, Miri,” I say, laughing at her candid encouragement. “I also promise to give you all the dirty details later.”
“Damn right you will. Have fun and make me proud.”
“Will do.” I’m feeling better about the trip as I hang up. I’m so glad I called her. With her blessing, I’m ready to take on Zane and whatever pleasure he has in store for me and Ms. Kitty.
I jolt awake the next morning with my alarm. The anticipation of today’s trip has me eager to get started on our adventure. I throw the covers off and practically spring from the bed. Lucas stirs, and I can tell he’s barely awake.
Today is the day! A grin spreads across my face and I don’t waste any time getting ready. I race to the bathroom, feeling the cool tiles beneath my feet as I hurry through my morning routine.
I call out, “Lucas, you better get up,” in between brushing my teeth and splashing water on my face.
“All right, all right. I’m awake,” he groans from the bedroom.
I peer into the mirror, scrutinizing my reflection.
My beachy waves frame my face and then cascade down my back.
I’m flushed and looking gorgeous, if I do say so myself.
I’m naked and I take a moment to appreciate my big breasts and trim figure.
I’m going to be smoking hot at this party and make Lucas and a bunch of other men drool.
Ms. Kitty is definitely ready for action. I smile and run a finger between my legs and over my freshly shaved mound. I’m aching to be fucked and still worked up from Lucas edging me yesterday.
I quickly dress in something comfortable, yet sexy, for the flight—a pair of leggings that hug my ass, and a loose-fitting blouse. No need for anything fancy, but I still want to look good so I can torture Lucas for not fucking me yesterday.
Lucas appears in the doorway, his eyes lingering on my butt. “Ready to go?”
“Absolutely,” I reply as I move into the bedroom and walk with an exaggerated swing to my hips in case he’s watching. I toss my toiletry bag into my suitcase before zipping it shut. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
We make our way to the car, the thrill of the upcoming journey electrifying every cell in my body.
As we load our luggage, my mind wanders to the party.
What actually happens at a sex party? A pulse of pleasure from between my legs makes me rub my thighs together in anticipation.
I don’t think it matters what happens. I’m ready for action no matter what it is.
Lucas navigates our car through the bustling streets and informs me, “Zane’s meeting us at the airport.”
“Really?” The thought of seeing Zane again sends a tingling sensation straight to my pussy.
I never wondered how Zane was getting to the party because I was too busy thinking about his cock inside me.
A bubble of delight wells up in me and I sound happy when I say, “This is going to be fun. I can’t wait. ”
Lucas grins knowingly, glancing over at me. “Neither can I.”
When we park in the airport parking lot, I’m practically skipping in eagerness. We head to the gate, dragging our luggage behind us. As we round the corner, my eyes lock onto Zane’s muscular figure leaning against a wall. Mmm, yummy. He’s so damn sexy, I could eat him up right now.
“Hey there.” Zane greets us with a devilish grin. His eyes take in every inch of my body. Thank God I wore something sexy today.
My nipples harden and I sound breathless when I say, “Zane.” I’m aching to get his cock inside me, but I need to be patient.
Zane’s voice is low and seductive. “Ready for some fun in Malibu?”
“Absolutely,” I reply, trying to keep my composure as my mind runs wild with carnal thoughts of his cock buried deep inside me.
Lucas chimes in, breaking the sexual tension. “Great, let’s get going.”
I can’t believe Lucas really arranged for Zane to come. This makes me love my husband even more.
We board the plane, relaxing into our seats for the quick flight from Oregon to Los Angeles. My body hums with happiness from the unknown adventure that awaits me. All I know is that Zane’s cock is going to be inside me before this trip is done, but who else will I fuck at the party?
Lucas must sense my arousal, and he whispers in my ear. “Try to relax, baby. You’ll need your energy.”
“Trust me, I’m going to have all the energy I need,” I assure him, my hand briefly sliding between my legs to brush over my throbbing pussy on top of the fabric of my pants. It’s a good thing no one is paying attention to us on the flight. “Ms. Kitty is ready to play.”
He squeezes my thigh. “Good, because I think you’re going to be very satisfied by the time we get home.”
Mmm, hell yeah. My mind fills with images of Zane’s hard cock pounding into me as Lucas watches me on video.
The moment we step into the lavish hotel lobby, I’m struck by its opulence.
Lucas and I have taken some very nice vacations, but this hotel is one of the nicest we’ve stayed at.
My senses are overwhelmed—the scent of fresh flowers mingles with the rich aroma of leather.
Soft jazz music fills my ears, accompanied by the gentle murmur of guests engaged in hushed conversations.
“Welcome to how the other half lives,” Zane says with a grin, and Lucas nods approvingly as he takes in our surroundings.
I run my fingers over the cool marble surface of the check-in desk as I wait for the receptionist to give us the keycards to our rooms. “Wow, this place is gorgeous,”
Lucas and I plan on staying a few more days after the party, and I can already picture myself lounging by the pool, sunbathing while sipping on a cold cocktail.
“Room 512 and 513 for you.” The receptionist hands us our keys with a polite smile. Lucas told me this trip is all expenses paid for us and Zane. I don’t know who is footing the bill, and I don’t care. I’m going to just enjoy it.
Lucas passes Zane a keycard. Shit, Zane is going to be right next door and I won’t get his cock until tomorrow. This is not fair.
The receptionist offers to get someone to help us with our luggage, but we decline. Lucas takes my hand as we walk towards the elevators. Zane follows and as the doors slide shut, a dirty thrill runs through me. I have an entire day to wait until the party and I can hardly contain my exhilaration.
We part ways with Zane at the door to our hotel room. When we enter the lavish suite, Lucas sets his luggage down. “Are you ready for bed?”
The recessed lighting casts a soft glow over the plush furnishings, and I soak in the luxurious atmosphere of the room. Yeah, this trip was a good idea. I needed this.
I give him a suggestive smile. “Are you just going to mess with me again and not fuck me?” I already know the answer.
“Maybe,” he grins, drawing me close and pressing his hardness against my stomach. “I want you so desperate for my cock that you won’t be able to think straight at the party.”
My panties are wet and if we were both naked, he could slide right in easily. His fingers trail down my body, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants and panties, rubbing my clit with expert precision. “Lucas, you’re driving me crazy,
“Good,” he breathes hotly into my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe. “That’s exactly how I want you.”
My legs tremble as pleasure courses through me and I whimper, “Fuck.”
He continues his torture, bringing me to the brink of orgasm but not allowing me to tumble over. “Remember, tomorrow night, it’s all about your enjoyment,” he whispers, finally releasing me from his grasp. “Now, let’s get some sleep. You’ll need your energy.”
Ugh. “Fine!”
I’m frustrated yet undeniably aroused by his relentless toying with me.
I stick my tongue out at him and pretend to pout as we get ready for bed.
As I drift off to sleep, thoughts of Zane’s commanding presence and the promise of being fucked by him dance through my mind, fueling my desire.
Just one more night and then his cock will be all mine.