“Congratulations, Mistress.”
“I don’t tell you this to make anyone jealous. I tell you this because my husband and I have been looking at you all night – if you couldn’t tell.”
“I may have noticed. I need to tell you, though… I’m not so interested in men. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“That’s all right. See, my husband doesn’t feel touchy tonight. He has other plans for us. Plans that may involve you, if you’re game.”
“Oh?”
Lana pushed her lips toward his ear. The man wore enough aftershave to scare off any normal woman, but Lana had smelled so much cologne, perfume, and aftershave in her years that she couldn’t be bothered with it any longer. In our early days, Ken hadn’t yet learned how to control his scents. Some men needed a wife to do everything for them. Like teach them basic manners when it came to their fashion and hygiene choices.
“Yes,” Lana whispered, ignoring that potent aftershave. Weaker women would have run. “My husband likes to watch sometimes. He likes the idea of a young, obedient man taking his wife he’s had for over ten years. Do you know what that’s called?”
“I think it’s called cuckolding, ma’am.”
“This isn’t cuckolding. If a woman has ever used you to cuckold, then you know the surprise on a man’s face when he finds out what his wife’s up to. This is for everyone’s mutual pleasure. You get me…” Lana wrapped her hand around Caden’s thigh, coming dangerously close to his hardening cock. Good thing he seems to like me. “I get what you’re packing around in these pants of yours, and my husband gets the extreme pleasure of watching it all happen. What do you think?”
Caden looked between her and Ken, assessing what they offered. “And there’s no touching between me and him?”
“Of course not, especially if you’re not into that.” Now, if Caden were into that, Ken would probably do more than watch in the beginning. “Why don’t you come sit and get to know us. We’ll buy you a drink.”
Caden went with her to the couch she and Ken shared. Within moments they bought him another beer, and within minutes they were talking about the club, what they did, and sharing enough information to make things pleasant but without going into strange lands. Lana was familiar with this pattern. She and Ken had picked up enough subs over the years to make this a seamless transition from conversation to bedroom, assuming their intended didn’t bail on them. That sometimes happens. Came with the territory of being a swinging couple who wanted to do nothing but party and have a lot of sex with as many people as possible.
“What do you think, Bunny?” Ken asked fifteen minutes in, when Caden got up to briefly excuse himself to the restroom. That was either code for “See you!” or “I need to get ready for this bullshit.” They would find out soon enough. “The man is your type of sub.”
“If you mean hairless, muscular, and obedient, then you may be right, Husband.”
“I am usually right about these things, Wife.”
“Hmm.”
“Love,” Ken growled, wrapping his arm tightly around her, his words diving right into her ear and plummeting to her loins. “I want to see that man’s cock in every hole you’ll let him.”
“You have such a way with words, Kenny.” Yet Lana smiled, titillated. Caden was certainly handsome. Easily controlled. He would do about anything they said, and Lana already knew what she would tell him to do. Fuck me wide open for my husband. Her thighs tightened, but it wasn’t in fear. If she got aroused enough, she would be more than ready to take on that anaconda. They didn’t bite, after all.
No, they just choked and strangled. Fantastic mental image. And any hole she would allow would basically mean her pussy and mouth. I might choke on it after all.
“I like him,” she said, projecting an aura of confidence. That was easy. Following through sometimes, on the other hand, could present a problem to a woman like Lana. “I would fuck him.”
“Would? Or will?”
“Whatever you want, Kenny.”
“What I want Bunny…” He bit her ear, sending so many shudders through her body that she thought she would come right there. “Is to watch that man take on that little pussy of yours. Or would it be the other way around?”