Chapter 20

After the longest afternoon of my life, Bobby and I arrived before a gray stone-faced, low-slung upscale restaurant. As we parked in its crowded lot, bright floodlights illuminated the front of the building. Made of the same rough-hewn stone, thick pillars flanked a pair of smoky wooden doors.

With a curt sigh, he left the car and walked around to open my door. Wearing a nervous grin matching his, I took his arm and click-clacked towards the entrance beside him.

As we crossed the dark asphalt, his wide eyes kept drifting over the curve-hugging, mid-thigh length fiery red satin dress. With a deep-swooping open back that bared most of my spine and the top swells of my butt, its slender halter straps displayed the entire front of my torso to the waist. Slits along both hips revealed the black lace tops of my stockings. Yeah, heads lifted as we walked closer; the dress attracted more gazes than my husband’s.

It was one of the dresses Evan had bought for me. Except, when he used to inspect me, his eyes were different. Unlike Bobby’s anxious ones, Evan’s had been hungry and filled with pride. It was what he’d called my “sports-fuck” dress. “Built for speed,” he’d said while taking me to my very first gangbang. Well, official one. Upscale hotel. Invitations and everything. So, yeah, he’d been proud. As memories flooded into me, my fingers went to my throat.

Only a necklace was there, instead of the pretty choker. Because, while I couldn’t reply to Pete that night, and he’d mistaken my panic for the answer, of course Evan had kept me collared. But, for more discrete public displays, I’d normally worn a slim strip of thick, black, lace-trimmed velvet. It had the cutest little diamonds in a star-pattern. When we’d split, Evan had taken it, and the gold-trimmed collar back.

Of course, Bobby didn’t know any of that. Not yet. While shifting atop five-inch blood red stilettos, dampness slickened my upper thighs. Later in the afternoon, Pete’s text to me had been two words. “No panties.” And it goes without saying, I’d complied. Bobby wasn’t aware of that, either. Not yet.

At the image of lace wrapped tight around Jake’s cock and his shaking frame against the alley wall, I smiled. That at least kept me calmer than remembering when Pete had done that to himself. After a gulp, Bobby flashed me a wider grin.

“You okay, hon?” he asked.

“Um-hmm,” I replied, while running a fingernail along his trembling jaw.

Oh, I was skittery, and not quite okay, but a hunger rose within me. And the sudden flicker of my husband’s eyes said he’d caught that as well.

Despite it being a Sunday night, the upscale Italian restaurant was packed, and we moved inside to give our names. Not soon after, the entrance shoved open behind us. When I turned, everything but Pete’s glittering gray eyes blurred. The thumping in my ears swallowed all sound. While walking nearer, his smile—such bright white teeth, so shiny—devoured my aching soul.

“ ... there, Bobby boy.” After only a quick glance at him, Pete inspected me. Tremors blasted through me as he meandered to my eyes. “ ... look gorgeous, baby girl.”

As rapid shakes took me, all I managed was a series of gulps. With ever stronger squeezing, my husband’s fingers clenched my hand, reminding me of his presence.

“Well. Let’s get you two fed.” Pete glided that smile between us. “Sorry I’m late.”

Of course, he wasn’t late. A man like him had never been tardy in his entire life. But after a quick squeeze of Bobby’s shoulder, Pete surged past us to the hostess stand.

Behind the podium, a young woman whispered to her counterpart before stepping out to meet Pete. A petite, blue-eyed blonde, she was wrapped in a long, form-fitting, shoulder-less black dress. When she grinned at him, a brief tremor crossed her lower lip. But after a soft gulp, she led him into the dining room. Another of his women? Adoring fan? Fucktoy?

After weaving through crowded tables, she halted at the dining room’s far end. With a nervous grin on her face, she stood beside a darkened semicircular booth. It was small. Cozy. Only a little, dark stained-glass chandelier and a single flickering red-glass candle holder atop a crimson tablecloth provided illumination.

Due to a screen of low plants on the surrounding rim, only a few other diners were visible. But before it, a broad window revealed a verdant valley stretching into the distance far below. The last of the setting sun sent beams of purple and orange across distant trees.

Once she’d removed the “reserved” placard, she gestured Pete to one side. However, he turned and indicated Bobby should sit there. As my husband slipped onto the red leather, I moved to follow, but Pete’s hand clamped around my wrist. My heart sped as he guided me to his side of the booth. Silent and motionless, Bobby sat, eyes widening, when I squeaked along the cushion.

At Pete’s grin, the hostess’s blue eyes glinted up at him. When he leaned into her ear to whisper, his hand roamed into one long slit along a thigh to grasp her rear. With her face reddening, she nodded at his words. As he lowered his massive bulk next to me, she trembled before stepping away, throwing over-the-shoulder glances at him.

Okay, so, yes, a toy of his.

“This is one of my favorite places, Bobby boy.” While ignoring the young woman’s shaky sauntering, Pete unfolded his napkin and grinned at my husband. “Crystal and I used to eat here all the time. I still do.” He laughed. “When I’m hungry.” The pause as he glanced at the little blonde and flashed a quick grin at me before returning to Bobby sent shivers up my spine. “It’s quite pleasant to have company again.”

When the blonde returned with a large bottle of expensive cognac, she only had eyes for Pete while placing glasses on the table. Although she wasn’t a server, that night she was. The glide of Pete’s hand along her thigh sent a whimper from her trembling lips. It also had me choking back a moan. The bottle shook as she struggled to fill our glasses. Mouth wide, Bobby also watched Pete’s wide hand caressing the young woman’s shapely leg.

“Ah, thank you, Lily.” At her brief nod, Pete drove his hand under her dress to clamp a thigh. Her lips flew apart to emit a hungry moan. “Lily here knows me well, don’t you, my pet?”

“Yes, sir,” she hissed before swallowing as Pete’s fingers continued moving beneath the tight black silk.

“Okay, you may go.” Pete’s eyes twinkled. “You’ve got our order, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

After another curt nod, her shimmering wide eyes tracked his fingers, leaving her to wrap around his glass. I recognized that look. She wanted that hand right back where it had been. But after a quick bow, she obeyed, departing with a slight wobble while fixing her dress.

It was only then that I realized we had no menus. After meeting my gaze, Bobby glanced at Pete. As Pete grinned, his eyes twinkled over the rim of his glass.

“Here’s to good neighbors.” When Pete raised his glass, I tapped it with mine. From across the small round table, my husband reached to tap his as well.

After placing his glass down, Pete wiped his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and fixed on Bobby. While my husband sipped, his eyes flicked between mine and Pete’s. They flew to me at my whimper when Pete’s hand pushed into my dress to settle on a thigh. Another moan escaped as Pete’s nails scratched along the flowery-lace stocking top.

Lips tight and brow furrowed, Pete kept his shiny gray lasers locked on my husband. After placing his glass on the table, his other hand reached across to the thigh closest to Bobby. Once it moved upwards, my hem rose.

As my breathing raced, the fingers of one hand trembled on my glass while the other clawed at the tablecloth. Cooler air flooded me as Pete, meticulous and neat, folded the red material upwards roll by roll. All the while, Bobby kept flicking his eyes between my ever-more-revealed skin and Pete’s unrelenting stare.

I was his lawn. And with his gaze boring into Bobby, Pete finished the last row, leaving the neat crimson pile at my waist. With a slow sigh, Pete leaned back and picked up his glass while his remaining hand eased my legs apart. The scent of my arousal slipped into my nostrils. Both my husband’s and Pete’s noses wrinkled at the familiar aroma.

Still silent, Bobby only trembled, before taking a shaky sip and glancing at my crotch. His eyes widened at my lack of panties. When Pete’s eyes flicked to me, he gestured by spreading his fingers. Although I gasped, time slowed to a crawl as my hand left the glass. As Bobby’s ever-widening eyes tracked, I placed it between my legs. A long sigh hissed from his lips when my gleaming red and gold nails drew myself open. As chilly air rushed into my squelching gate, tremors raced within me.

“It’s such a beautiful pussy. Don’t you agree?” Pete said while again looking at my husband. Silent and quivering, Bobby nodded. His wild eyes flicked between my heating face, Pete’s twinkling eyes, and my bare flesh. “Not gonna lie, I’ve missed it terribly, Bobby boy.”

With a chuckle, Pete ended with a long sip of cognac before giving my leg a gentle but firm squeeze. So close. As his fingers pressed into my inner thigh, heat unfurled to wrap around a building wave in my core. Right as a whimper slid from me, I tilted my head to stare at the blurring chandelier.

At approaching footsteps, I stared at Lily, arriving with our meals. After locking her gaze on me, it drifted downward, following Pete’s arm. At his beckoning, she swallowed, but came closer. When she saw what my fingers displayed, her eyes widened. As the cutest little pink tongue swept around her parted lips, she returned to look at me. There was a hunger inside her that had my insides clamping tight.

The whole time, my heartbeat pounded, Bobby’s breathing intensified and Pete ... He sat in utter silence, watching all of us. Once she’d set the plates on the table, Lily again sent her wide-eyed gaze between my eyes, my spread folds, and Pete’s grinning face. As I inspected her reddening cheeks, Bobby faded into a distant blur.

“What do you think, Lily?” While smacking his lips, Pete stared at my husband’s shadow before adding. “Doesn’t my new wife have the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen?”

His wife? Oh, fuck.

At that, Bobby should’ve gasped. Or done something. As the entire world spiraled, my eyes flicked to him, ready to watch him explode. Instead, he sat, stony-faced and motionless, but for the slight tapping of fingertips on his half-empty glass. But his trousers strained over a pulsing hard-on.

When Pete’s fingers again pressed my leg, the room wavered. And the whole universe blurred.

Pete’s wife?

God! No!

Being with him every day. Oh, God. How? I’d ... I’d come so many times. Chained to his bed. That massive rod fucking me all day and all night. Just as with Evan. Oh, God. Every morning, waking to those gray eyes. And then him tormenting me the whole time. His hard frame on me, next to me, or anywhere near me as his wife.

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