My gift is buzzing out of control.
“A-and you, Mrs. Red?” I breathe.
She opens her mouth and snaps it shut, saying nothing.
“Why don’t we save Mrs. Red’s situation for another time?” Mrs. Black cuts in smoothly. “We have all the time in the world, don’t we?”
Mrs. Blue smiles at me. “Have we thrown you for a loop, dear?”
“Yes,” I admit honestly.
“Of course you’ll be wondering what you get out of this bargain,” Mrs. Black continues, spreading her hands. “We’ll shower you with money and comfort, of course. A place to live. Transportation. Anything you could ever want, my dear.”
That’s a relief, since I don’t have unlimited funds or a place to stay, but I’m more concerned about something else. The reason I came here. “How will we create a unique, loving community?”
“We’re all close friends, Astrid,” explains Mrs. Blue. “We want you to be our friend, too. A special one. All six of us have these…needs. And it’s going to take an extraordinary person to help fulfill them and make our small community of seven happier.” She pauses to wet her lips. “We only ask that you make sure we’re involved or aware of any time you spend with our husbands. To make this work, we have to be honest and forthcoming. That’s the kind of community we’re trying to create. An honest, loving one.”
“I see.” I smooth my skirt down my thighs, and the friction raises goosebumps all over my skin. My pulse pumps and my panties grow more and more sodden the longer I remain in this potent energy. Lust times three, directed at me. I’ve never experienced sexual desire, and I can’t help but be curious if it gets even better. If my own hands excite me, what would a man’s hands feel like? A man whose hunger would transfer to me and make me feel it, too?
I want to know. Am I crazy for wanting to know?
There’s more, too. These women possess love. It’s bright and shimmering around them. Their auras and intentions are pure and honest. I’ve only been in their company for a matter of minutes and I already want to lay my head in their laps and listen to them talk about their friendship. Their marriages. Something important waits here with these people and I don’t want to walk away without exploring it.
“Astrid?” prompts Mrs. Black.
“I want to say yes. A-and my mother did make sure I was on birth control before I left home.” I blush over making such personal admissions out loud to near strangers. “The thing is…I have no experience with men. I’m a virgin.”
Mrs. Black tilts her head. “And you actually think this is a deal breaker?”
“It’s not?”
The three women laugh. “On the contrary,” says Mrs. Blue. “Although we might argue a little over who gets you first.”
A moment later, I’m warmed within three embraces, imbued with the excitement and anticipation of the women. I’m about to embark on an adventure and I don’t know what it holds. But there’s no turning back now.
CHAPTER TWO
Mr. Black
I spent last night in one of Mrs. Black’s guest rooms, surrounding in comfort. The four-poster bed is the largest one I’ve ever seen and covered in fluffy goose feather pillows. I never wanted to leave, even if I felt a little guilty being so indulgent. Back at the compound, I would have been up at the crack of dawn milking cows, spreading seed for the chickens and gathering eggs for breakfast.
After a breakfast of French toast and coffee was delivered by a maid, another maid arrived with a garment bag and instructions to bathe and get dressed. Assuming I was meant to don the contents of the garment bag, I unzipped it to find a white, lace bra and panty set dangling from a hanger, complete with thigh-high stockings. In the bottom of the bag sat red stilettos with a five-inch heel. I teeter in them now as I pace my bedroom, practicing in the unconventional footwear so I won’t embarrass myself when I leave the room.
The door opens and Mrs. Black sweeps in, laughing under her breath and shaking her head. “Mr. Black isn’t going to know what hit him,” she drawls. “You’re something out of a very naughty fantasy, Astrid.”
Just like yesterday, the presence of Mrs. Black’s sexual energy tickles me in secret places, heating my body. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“Oh, it is.” She frowns a little. “I have to warn you, it might take some convincing for Mr. Black to see the wisdom of this plan. He’s very devoted to me. We’ll need to work as a team and improvise if needed.”
I nod, but I’m confused. “He doesn’t know I’m coming.”
“No, I thought a sneak attack would be most effective.” She looks me over head to toe again and gives a low whistle. “If you can’t crumble his defenses, nobody will. Follow me, dear.”