Chapter 17

From an upscale club’s glittering marble façade, loud thumping music reverberated as Dave and I stepped from the rental car. When I latched onto his arm, it trembled, and he stiffened. Though I flashed him a grin, his eyes tightened on the raucous, well-dressed crowd at the entrance. Ignoring his tenseness, I tugged him along as my heels clicked up the shiny steps.

Earlier that evening, even as aftershocks still rumbled through me, I’d showered and curled into a tight ball to nap. The beeping of my phone woke me. Derrin had texted directions to the after-party. Troy’s brilliant smile and gleaming eyes flashed into my mind. When I flew from the bed, I ended up staggering as my insides convulsed once more.

The boys will be there as well.

Not my sons.

The other boys.

My other “boys.” My men. My hunky, slutty-teacher fucking men.

Dave’s brows tightened when, gnawing my lips, I yanked the short, slinky, red halter dress from our suitcase. Before we’d left, he’d watched me pack it for our dinner after the gym scene.

But I’d be Troy’s tonight.

It’s wrong. Blah, blah, blah.

“It is who you are.”

Dave had said it over and over. And he was correct. Well, maybe he hadn’t spoken, but his words definitely echoed again and again as I dressed.

With nothing but small sighs and furtive glances at me, he’d donned a nice suit. Clean-shaven, hair-combed and smelling of expensive woodsy cologne, he stood tall. After sliding into very expensive Italian heels, I flashed him a smile. It was nice to have spending cash again. After catching him tilt his head and squint at me, I paused.

Would he ask? What would I say? He’d seen me with Troy. Plus, even before we’d left, he’d said it aloud. No, no longer about the money. But he averted his eyes, slumped his shoulders, and turned away.

So, my beloved husband won’t stop me.

And I can’t stop myself.

So help me, I still craved Rio, wherever the fuck he was. And I wanted Troy. Hell, I wanted Derrin and Allen and the others. Not for money. Not for image. Just pure desire. Pure fucking lust.

Was it wrong?

Yes, but right then, with that ember searing my core, I no longer cared. Perhaps I should’ve, but I simply didn’t. It was a magical time in my life. Mother of two. Thirties. Late fucking thirties. And I was—in heaven.

At the club, dragging my husband behind me, I passed through towering double gold doors. As we weaved through the noisy crowd waiting to enter, my nostrils flooded with a swirling mélange of a dozen expensive perfumes and colognes. Dave edged himself forward and bent to speak to a bouncer. After a quick scan of me—all of me—the burly man waved us further inside. Into the darkness. The music intensified. Its thundering, high-energy beat rumbled through me as I followed in my husband’s wake.

Then the universe wavered like one of those fun house mirrors. A broad, muscled back twisted as a colossus turned. Massive arms bulging under taut sleeves.

Troy!

At the hulking shadow before us, towering over the others, I gnawed my lower lip while flutters filled my stomach—and below. When his gorgeous, dark, glinting eyes scanned the tight dress, he flashed those bright white teeth. And yeah, my knees wobbled as a raging wildfire seared across me. Time stuttered to a halt.

Beside him, Derrin’s lips were moving. And my husband uttered some muffled reply I couldn’t hear through the roaring in my ears.

That soul-rending, ember-stoking smile widened. Heart racing. I noted the other men. My boys! My body trembled. Dave glanced at me—I think.

After mouthing words at me again, Derrin, in a shiny black evening jacket and purple silk shirt, turned. He waved towards narrow, red-carpeted circular stairs leading upwards into dimmer lighting. With his arm around the waist of Mia’s deep-pink sequined minidress, they headed up first. As she gave me a tight grin, her beautiful dark eyes flashed.

With a forceful grip, Dave grasped my midsection, tugging me from Troy’s stare, and we ascended. Troy and the others followed us up the stairs. My gaze locked onto Mia’s shapely, small buttocks until large hands skimmed the back of my thighs.

Vision blurring, I peeked at my husband. His eyes were straight ahead. Under the firm groping of Troy’s outspread digits, shivers raced along my spine and my chin quivered. Beside me, my hubby didn’t notice me chomping on my lips all the way down a short, crimson-carpeted hallway. Even as I hugged him tighter, those magical, long, powerful, fondling fingers never left my rear.

At the end of the hall, a red velvet door opened to a room centered on a low, round, shiny onyx-glass table. An over-stuffed crimson leather couch encircled it. As I stepped inside, my heels sank into an ultra-thick cherry carpet. Black and gold stripes glittered along all the walls except one, which held an enormous window overlooking the darkened dance floor.

A quick glance into the flashing darkness below revealed scantily clad people grinding against each other to the thrumming beat which shook the entire building. The others filtered in around me. When my shoes caught on the carpet, Troy’s large hands shifted to my waist.

My stumble was all the excuse he needed, and he tugged me from Dave. With a gasp, my husband staggered forward, his now empty arm trailing behind him, before half-turning as if to reach back and pull me free.

But his eyes traveled upwards to the dusky giant’s smiling face as the large hands squeezed my midriff. Yes, I wanted to speak. To tell him I was okay. That I’d be just fine. But no words would leave my melting mind. As my teeth buried deep into my lower lip, the room pulsed in sync with the dance beats—and my racing heart.

Even as Dave’s shoulders slumped, Derrin chuckled and pulled on his hand. Without a word, my husband slid into the far side, next to Derrin and Mia. Hands gliding along my ribs, Troy lowered me to his lap as he settled on the couch. When Derrin spoke into Dave’s ear, my husband’s face flushed crimson and his fists clenched. But he said nothing while tracking Troy’s wandering fingers.

Just then, a pair of scantily clad servers slipped into the room and deposited an array of bottles and glasses on the table now separating me from my husband. The rest poured drinks, but Troy nuzzled my neck and hair. His hot, minty breath sliding along my burning skin sent tremors through me as I sighed and reclined against his enormous chest.

At the sight of his shiny white teeth, memories of the gym flashed into me. Both seeing them upside down while I’d devoured his cock—the one now stiff and probing my rear—and later as I’d ridden Dave.

“This time you’re mine. Gonna fuck you hard tonight,” he whispered just loud enough for me to hear over the music shaking the room.

The alluring scent of aroused man combined with the leather and oak of his cologne drove my heart rate ever higher. Husband out of focus, my head lolled backwards onto Troy’s shoulder. As Troy flashed his toothy smile across the table, my lips sucked along his silken cheek. No, I didn’t need to speak my answer; the forceful swirls of my tongue proclaimed enough.

“Here you go, baby.” Troy handed me a glass full of strong liquor.

As I swirled the ice cubes in the strong amber fluid, a smile crept onto my face. It was whiskey. An exquisite one, and I gulped it as fast as his massive fingers slid up a thigh. While they squeezed ever upwards, the slinky red hem rose higher. Then they drifted inwards, and I sucked hard on his neck.

Slut!

At me widening my legs while taking a healthy swig—yeah, it was damn good booze—Derrin and Mia stared, wide-eyed. Even as the other guys were laughing and gesturing at the dancers below, open-mouthed, Dave was focused on me. As I gulped more of the potent whiskey, easing my thighs wider, his view flicked from Troy’s sinking fingers to my lips. His eyebrows raised.

With him, I drank nothing stronger than wine. Only Allen and the office crew had seen me work a bottle of good alcohol. Usually, tequila. “Tits for shots” had gotten me many free drinks over the years. While never really displaying all of my breasts, at least not that I remembered, I enjoyed a lot of booze on boring business trips.

One of the others topped me off with a smile.

“Your pretty little wife really enjoys large cocks,” Troy called towards Dave while caressing my thigh. It was not a question.

Lips pursed, my husband said nothing. His eyes didn’t even blink.

“Make that large black cocks, right, baby?” Dress gathered around his forearm, his fingertips roamed my lace-covered mound, now bared to everyone.

With his thick finger nudging, pressing the panties inwards, I nodded, then took a long gulp of whiskey. From beyond the table, Dave stared at the already half-empty glass in my shaking hand.

God, his fingers are marvelous.

Rip!

“Oh!” burst from me. Dave’s eyelids flew open. Cool air sluiced across my bare, moist skin as another forceful yank left Troy with a handful of wet lace.

Crunch!

The ice cube I’d been sucking disintegrated between my jaws.

With a chuckle, he tossed my soaking panties. When they splatted on the table, he gestured at my husband. A wide, shiny streak marked their trail on the black glass. The aroma of my sex flooded the room. Or at least, I imagined that as it tickled my nostrils.

“Now that’s a wet pussy,” Troy proclaimed with a snort, looking at the glistening stripe. A deeper laugh shook my entire body as Dave blanched.

Once again, his long, firm digits glided over me and pressed inwards. Troy locked his eyes on me. There was nothing to stop him. Not lace. Not me. And not my husband. With a soft splash, he parted my folds.

For a while, he just played with me, easing the squelching petals open before letting them slurp closed. As I took a shaky sip, his amused gaze wandered around the room. So, did mine; except I wasn’t as bemused. No, I was on fire with each gentle squeeze permitting cooler air into me and every slow closure ending in frothy bubbles. As my jaw quivered in sync with Troy’s teasing, my teeth rattled on the rim of the glass.

Across from us, although fidgeting, Dave remained silent. His gaze flicked from my spread legs to my face. Huddled together, Derrin and Mia watched over the rims of their drinks. Her hand was splayed over his crotch and one of his had eased into the top of her dress. Each slow squeeze under the sparkling sequins resulted in her glossy lips parting and a forceful clawing of his trousers.

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