Chapter 25

On the day of the party, leaning on Dave’s arm, I sashayed under a cloudless sky atop five-inch glossy onyx heels. Only three tiny ebon triangles and matching black dental floss “covered” me. His smile met mine. As we entered a spacious backyard, partially shaded by tall trees, thumping dance music played in a warm breeze. From across the wide patio encircling a large free-form, stone-lined pool, eyes slid over me.

As conversations became murmured comments, his hand sweeping my spine sent electricity racing through me. Every slide of taut material over my stiff nipples, shaved mound, and achy clit added to the sizzling. With a quiet moan, I pressed tighter to him.

“Hmm, somebody’s gonna be popular,” Dave said before leaning closer to whisper, “Slut.”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, then bit my lower lip.

Yeah, even as another languid gust swirled the scent of pool chemicals and suntan lotion into my nostrils, I was already beyond horny. Just before we’d left the car, the whirring device had finally been removed. With an impish grin, he’d kept it at the highest speed and randomness all morning. That evil man. God, I loved him.

“Gonna get us something to drink.” He nodded towards the bar. “Find a spot.”

Heart pounding quicker, I glanced in its direction. Not only was the tiki-covered structure lined with glittery bottles on the far side, but it was surrounded by the densest crowd of party-goers. It would take him some time to return. After finding his smile again, I almost opened my mouth to protest. But his eyes tightened for just a second. And that was enough.

“Whore wife,” I whispered.

“What?” His eyebrow lifted.

“You forgot to add that, sweetie.” I flashed him a grin. “Sir.”

After bouncing onto my toes to give his lips a quick peck, I slid from his arm. Though voices restarted, furtive glances continued to follow my casual movement across the sunbaked, red-paved patio. Yes, I was showing off. Not something I hadn’t done before. But that time, I knew Dave’s eyes were watching. And with a smile, I tugged the strings at my hips, adjusting the suit bottom.

That simple motion had heat flaring inside my body. Once beside an unoccupied lounger, its temperature matched the scorching sunshine. Beneath the shade of a pergola, my sweaty, shaking hands clasped the rear of the wooden chair. Oh, I could’ve sat, but that would’ve diminished the view. And one glance at my husband’s watchful eyes had me grinning.

Amongst some clients, Allen and Sheila stood across the patio. In a crimson bikini, which she’d most likely assumed would be the skimpiest, the shapely, tall blonde’s eyes were saucers. Her assumption was wrong. Ignoring Allen’s ogling stare, I flashed her a broad smile. God, did her face ever redden.

Just then, Dave appeared at my shoulder. Had time blinked? After a brief nod at my boss and his wife, he handed me a large, fruity drink with a slender pink straw, and slid his arm around my waist. A quick kiss on my cheek was followed by a gentle squeeze, pulling a whimper from me.

“Miss me?” he asked, while lifting a tumbler to his lips. Ice clinked as he took a sip of whiskey. Yes, that had become his beverage of choice. We no longer were limited to wine on special occasions.

“Um-hmm, sir.”

While sucking hard on the straw, I blinked my eyelashes up at him. He laughed. It was a good laugh. And made me giggle. My God, we were a couple of kids.

That’s when the fun truly began. Side-by-side, we wandered around, drinking and scanning the reddening or paling faces of jealous wives and girlfriends. We’d point out the hungry eyes of their men, and not a few of the women, to each other. And share quiet laughs, plus not a few quick kisses.

All the while, with his fingers tugging the thin black string holding up my tiny bottoms, he smiled whenever I whimpered and sucked on his neck. Out there in broad daylight, it was so much fun being his slut. And nobody else’s.

While walking to the buffet, his hand slid downward to cup and squeeze my bare buttock. the universe fluttered. Oh, I was so far along the edge of madness if he’d tugged hard enough, I’d have detonated. When I groaned, staring up at him over the rim of the mostly empty glass, he said one word.

“Soon.”

As usual, they’d spared no expense. The aromas of the catered buffet were mouth-watering. Quite a feast, it was more than your average barbecue.

When he finally caught up with us, Allen couldn’t keep his eyes from me while trying to make small talk with Dave over plates of food. Once he stumbled away, half-drunk and trunks bulging, we broke into chortles. My hubby’s eyebrow flicked upward as he gave me a quick scan. Yes, my achy nipples were poking. And the dark stripe bisecting the front of the bottoms wasn’t just sweat.

“Such a naughty—” he started with a grin.

“—whore wife?” I finished with a wider one.

“Yeah.” he chuckled again. “Sumthin’ like that.” Before I could respond, he looked in the direction of the pool and tossed his empty plate in the trash. “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s go for a swim,”

“Yes, sir,” I said before slipping under his arm so he could guide me towards the steps.

Once I’d kicked off my heels, he eased us into the water right as the sun was setting. Although it was warmer than expected, the pool still cooled me a little. For a while, I just hung from his shoulders, staring into his eyes. Every once in a while, between sips of his drink, he’d lean forward to kiss me. Or my lips would find him. It was timeless and magical.

When it got dark enough, tiny globes all around the deck illuminated, but the pool lights stayed off. The darkening waters remained dimly lit. Oh, the look in my husband’s eyes as I pressed tighter to him. Yes, the same memories were filling my mind as my pelvis rubbed against his hardness. We were teens once more, playing in the inky pool under the stars behind his parents’ house.

Except at Allen’s, a crowd surrounded us. Plus, I was his slutty whore wife. One brush of my fingernails across his taut trunks told me what he was thinking. And, God, was I ever having the same thought. The question was how?

Complications arrived with a series of splashes. Two of the younger admin assistants and their boyfriends had leaped in and were laughing as they paddled. But my horny hubby was not to be denied. Besides, his kinky wife needed him. While joining in with a quick joke about how the older folks were already leaving, he grabbed a nearby raft.

With one hand wandering my rear under the water, his other dragged the bright yellow inflatable closer. Soon I was dangling from the side of the squeaky plastic, laughing along while trying to track the conversation. But that became much more difficult when he glided behind me. After his empty tumbler bounced on the shiny plastic, his hands found my hips.

“Slut,” he whispered into my ear as the others shared a joke.

All I could do was nod when they turned after Dave made another funny comment while tugging the bikini aside. Just in time, I flung the glass to my lips to cover a moan when his cock sank into my ass. After wearing it all day in preparation, the device’s fat plug had done its job. With only the slightest pause at my ring, his meaty cockhead slipped inside, and a louder moan drifted into the slushy drink as the others’ faces blurred.

With me clawing the raft, we moved around the pool together, wandering from cluster to cluster in the dim light. Dave, joking and talking, eased his rod back and forth within me. Meanwhile, the rim of the plastic cup became a battered chew toy as his pet slutty house cat struggled against an impending massive wave of pleasure.

Ever more desperate, I was vibrating. And my nails were scratching so deep into the squeaking plastic I feared the raft would explode. Right as I was about to beg Dave to get me home, or at least to the car, Sheila floated into view. While my heart hammered a thousand miles an hour, her eyes locked on mine. With a grin, a knowing one, sliding across her face, she paddled closer.

“Hi, Sheila,” Dave said cheerily, even as his hands lowered to caress my shaking thighs. They were curled backward along his muscled legs.

“Dave, Laura. Thanks for, uh, stopping by this year.” She did a quick scan of the closest guests. Now thinned out, they were in a cluster on the other side of the dark pool waters. “You, um, made quite a splash in that suit.” Before either of us could respond, she leaned closer. “You are still in it, right?”

At the tone in her voice, I knew what she was referencing. The previous week, she’d caught me in the office on one of the days Dave ordered me not to wear panties. Those were the toughest days. The device often slipped out, at least the front piece. Rather than stand, I’d been rolling my office chair to move a file from my desk to a nearby cabinet. But I’d also been squirming so much she’d spotted my dripping slit under the short skirt before I could cover myself. That night, when I’d told Dave, he’d only asked about her response—she’d said nothing.

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