Lana was always in the mood to talk to more likeminded women. Elle was great, but adding Kathryn the dominating woman was even better. Too bad Kathryn didn’t think much of Lana, or so the wife of Ken Andrews surmised. Their conversations were often tenuous at best. For all her bravado, Kathryn didn’t care much for Lana’s flirty personality. Or something. Lana wasn’t absolutely sure, nor did she care.
Tonight Kathryn was pleasant company as the men and women segregated themselves to talk Christmas, business plans for the new year, and sex. Not necessarily in that order.
Lana was in the middle of describing the sex swing she and Ken were thinking about installing in their playroom when Ian came over, tapped on his girlfriend’s shoulder, and whispered something into her ear. They exchanged smiles before Kathryn was sucked into an ongoing conversation on the boys’ side about her father’s current plans for a property he purchased in another state.
“So how’s the swinging,” Elle asked, leaning in toward Lana. “And I don’t mean the sex swing. Or maybe I do?”
“Things are the same,” Lana responded. She didn’t feel like bringing up her suspicions. After all, she came to one of her favorite places to relax and think about anything but a cheating husband. Even if she came with that husband. And even if she planned on screwing that husband sometime tonight. Wouldn’t be a night at The Dark Hour without fucking my husband. The only question was whether she would Top or bottom.
“Maybe you should try those two tonight,” Elle teased, motioning to Ian and Kathryn. “They seem fun.”
“Hardly,” Lana muttered into her drink.
“I thought you used to crush on Mathers.”
“I’ve crushed on a lot of men, Elle.”
“I seem to recall you specifically saying that you wanted to suck his cock.”
“I was drunk.”
“The shit you say when you’re drunk is what you’re thinking 24/7 anyway.”
Lana laughed. “All right, you caught me. I used to think that about him.” Honestly, that germ was planted by Ken. Lana garnered that her husband had a man-crush of his own.
“What changed? Him getting a girlfriend couldn’t have deterred you. Even if you and Ken weren’t omnipanquasisexuals you’d still hit on Mathers if you wanted him.”
Cute. Elle didn’t mean any harm by such a comment, but sometimes Lana got tired of defending her lifestyle, even to friends. Yes, she would’ve kept flirting with Ian until he told her to permanently back off. Wouldn’t be the first time a man did that, to either her or Ken. No, the reason Lana lost interest was much more petty.
“I thought he’d be fun until I got a glimpse of his cock.”
“Uh oh.” Elle’s smile was beyond ludicrous, as if they were having a sleepover as teenagers. Where were the pillows and Boyz II Men CDs? “He got a tiny buddy?” Elle was not covert at all when she glanced over at Ian Mathers, eyes pointed straight at his dick. “I mean… can’t see much from here…”
“No,” Lana said, lowering her voice. “It’s sort of the opposite problem.”
“Oh, girl.”
“Shut up. I ain’t saying he’s got a monster cock. I’m saying I took one look at it and crossed my legs.” Sometimes it was hard being a woman like her. Fact of the matter was, the only intimidating thing about Ian’s dick was his abnormally large tip. It wasn’t huge, but big enough to make Lana think twice about going through all the effort necessary to seduce him – and, by extension, his girlfriend.
“Life is so hard sometimes.” Elle sighed. “I can’t say I ever thought about him. Not really my type, if you know what I mean. I like my men more… pliable.” After a hearty laugh, she continued, “You going to take your handsome husband to task for something tonight? I wouldn’t mind watching some hot Domme and male sub action. Knowing this place…” She looked around the room, including the empty performance stage. “It’ll be a Dom fest. It always is when the Dommes aren’t scheduled in advance.”
“I could as easily say that to you. Find some stud and jerk him off for us.”