Something Forbidden (20 page)

“She can’t wait to fuck him again, you know,” Chloe whispered, breaking role. “Isn’t that exciting?”

Jealousy bloomed inside me. “And you’re fine with that?”

“I get a little something out of it, too,” she said, snuggling close enough to fill my nose with her heady perfume.

“Chloe...Katie and I talked about it, and—”

“She doesn’t want you fooling around with me. I know. She told me.”

“Then...?”

“You’re okay with that arrangement? You’re cool with her fucking other men, leaving you with nothing but scraps?”

I licked my lips, shooting a glance at Katie. She was deep in a conversation of her own with Greg, their heads close, their eyes locked.

“I am, if that’s what she wants,” I said, although Chloe’s questions had rattled my confidence.

“So when Greg asks her to go up to the room he’s reserved, and she agrees, you aren’t going to feel even a little left out?” Chloe leaned close. “Because I can make you feel all warm and cozy again if you let me.”

When she leaned back, I saw the question leave Greg’s lips.
Want to go upstairs?

Katie’s eyes slid away from him reluctantly, resting on me. I gave her the little nod I hadn’t been able to that first night the four of us had gone dancing and she was with that Latin hunk. She smiled, mouthed an
I love you
, and turned back to Greg.

Watching Katie leave with her hand in Greg’s felt like the early stages of a sickness. Things were off, but not enough to stand up and take action. Greg slid his hand down her back, resting it on her ass, and looked back at us—whether at me or Chloe, I didn’t know. Then they rounded the corner to the elevator lobby and were gone.

“How do you feel now?” Chloe said. Her hand touched the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my erection.

“I’m good. Nothing new here.” I could put on macho airs as much as the next guy.

“If you’re talking about those two, that’s
definitely
true.”

“I’m really horny. Let’s go.”

She rose. I rose.

“To my room?” she asked.

“Chloe...”

“Or we could go to theirs. You can watch my Gregory rock Katie’s world.” Her hand finally found my crotch, throbbing and hard. “Is that what you want?”

Yes, but could I handle it?
I stalled, groping for those other questions. “I thought Greg was the one who liked to watch?”

Chloe sat back and reached for her drink. “That’s how it started. He played the nice little cuckold for almost a year before we discovered just how effective a bull he could be.”

Cuckold. Bull.
The words had my ears burning. I didn’t like the idea of those roles, and how neatly I might fit into one of them.

“I think that since he understands what it’s like to be on the receiving end so well, he knows exactly how to press buttons,” Chloe said. “And it’s awesome to watch him in action.”

“And you’re okay with him with other women?”

”Of course. I love it, in fact. I think it’s awesome to know that my man still has it.” She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her hear. “I never understood jealous women. Just feels insecure to me.”

That felt like a jab at Katie. I considered rising to defend, but realized that it confused me, too. After all, here I was down in the lobby, letting her play with someone else. For possibly the first time—or maybe just the first time that I noticed—resentment seeped into my fantasy.

“And besides,” Chloe went on. “Sometimes, I get to join them. Those experiences definitely make everything else worthwhile. There’s nothing like watching Greg fuck some married slut from behind as she eats me out.”

For a moment, Katie became that
married slut
. “I wouldn’t hold your breath with her. She lived four years in a sorority without having a lesbian experience. I doubt you’re going to get her to have one now.”

“I bet she didn’t play around with other guys back then, either, but she’s doing it now. I’ve had so many firsts in my thirties.” She slipped off her stool and pressed herself against me. “Would you believe I’d never had a threesome with two guys until just recently?”

“Thirties are the new twenties, huh?” I said.

Chloe nodded, choosing not to hear it as a joke. “I’m horny and need to get out of here. So we go to my room, or theirs. Your choice.”

I rose beside her, discretely adjusting my erection. As much a temptation as Chloe was, this choice was easy. “Theirs.”

****

Azure, being a boutique hotel, was only ten floors tall. The hotel room that Greg had reserved was on the tenth, and when the elevator lobby opened onto the floor, a short hall lead down to just four doors.

“Let me guess, yours is one of the others?” I said.

Chloe nodded. “Change your mind?”

“Keep dreaming.”

“I always will.” She led me down to the door at the far end, marked with an elegant 4. She paused, turning to me. “And Max, I almost always make my dreams come true.”

With that, she slipped her keycard into the lock and opened the door to a hotel room as large as the first apartment Katie and I lived in.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. Maybe Katie and Greg sitting on the couch, a bottle of wine open and their knees together? Maybe Katie straddling his lap as they made out, clothes loosened but still intact? Nothing like what I actually saw.

“Uh, uh, UH!” Katie’s moans slammed into me like a careening bus.

“You like that, baby? You like how good my cock feels?” Greg’s questions swam beneath Katie’s moaning cacophony, driving her on like a rancher would a herd. “You missed it, didn’t you?”

“Yesss...oh—fuck me. Fuck ME!”

And that was just what I heard. It was like stepping out of my life and onto the set of a porn film. Chloe drew me into the room as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. It was set up like a studio: sitting area and television to one side, dining area with table to the other, and beyond, two king sized beds, one of which was very much occupied.

Their clothes left a trail across the room. I imagined them tearing at each other as they tore them off. Katie’s skirt and blouse were by the door. Her thong on the surface of the table. Her bra by the edge of the bed. And on the bed...

“Jesus Christ, you’re sexy, baby.” Greg stood at the edge, feet planted on the floor, knees bent. Katie was on her back with her legs over Greg’s shoulder. Her ass hung off the edge of the mattress. He held her by the ankles as he plunged his cock in and out of her pussy. “Play with your tits. Squeeze them for me.”

Katie did as told, scooping her full breasts in her hands. She pushed them together, pinching her nipples as she did.

“Looks like they didn’t waste time.” Chloe’s whisper snapped me back into my body, and with it, all the confused and arousing sensations that came with it. “Come on, let’s get a better look.”

Greg was more impressive naked than clothed. Those initial impressions of a passive man fell away at the sight of his lean muscle, covered in a light sheen of sweat and light body hair. He saw us as we followed the trail of discarded clothing. He gave me a nod over his shoulder, squeezing Katie’s ankles harder. I took a seat at the edge of the bed, my body stiff, my attention completely on the action before me.

Greg leaned into Katie, lifting her by the ankles off the mattress as he crashed down into her. He huffed with her thrust, fucking her as fast as she could take it. Katie’s arms flew out to either side if her, fingers digging into the sheets and twisting for stability as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

I felt dizzy, watching my wife completely lose it with another man. The air seemed thinner, like her climax had sucked oxygen from the room.

Chloe slipped up behind me. “He’s not done yet. Far from it,” she whispered.

Katie flopped back onto the bed, huffing and limp. With one leg still up over his shoulder, he set the other on the floor and leaned into her, giving her a slow, deep kiss. My gut churned as I watched her return it, her hand rake into the back of his curly hair. From that intimate position, he began to pump his cock again.

“Let’s get more comfortable,” Chloe said. She began to work open the buttons of my shirt. I didn’t stop her. I barely even felt her there, fluttering behind me as she removed my clothing. “Very nice,” she whispered as her hands caressed my bare upper body.

She kissed my neck. I tensed, my eyes darting to Katie’s. My wife’s were still closed, and as Chloe’s lips touched down on my neck a second time, Katie released a sharp moan.

Chloe unbuckled my belt. Katie finally noticed us, the metal clank drawing her back from her hazy world of decadent sex. She looked up at me from the mattress, eyelids heavy, her sigh ending in a smile.

Greg followed her gaze, grinning at the sight of his wife undressed me. For a split second, our roles were reversed and Greg was the voyeur again, watching his wife get dirty. I felt a surge of testosterone course through me, unfamiliar but not unpleasant. I thought about turning back to Chloe and kissing her, about pushing her between my legs and making her service me as her husband watched.

Those thoughts were gone as quickly as they’d arrived, like people entering a room, realizing they weren’t supposed to be there, and ducking out. It wasn’t me, and more to the point, I couldn’t overlook the fact that Chloe’s husband had his cock buried in my wife’s willing pussy.

“We got started a little before you,” Greg said. His hips didn’t stop their rise and fall over Katie.

“We noticed,” Chloe replied. To Katie: “Mind if I help your husband get naked?”

Katie glanced at Chloe, then back at me. She looked calm, but I sensed turmoil behind her serene, well-fucked expression. She took a deep breath, whether to steel herself for what she was about to say, or because Greg’s cock felt particularly good at that moment, I couldn’t say.

“He looks like he needs help,” she said. Her voice seemed to skip along the surface of a warm, glassy lake. “I don’t mind.”

Chloe pushed my pants and boxers down together. My cock sprang free before she caught it in her hand. Her skin was warm and soft, her grip unfamiliar. I hadn’t had another woman touch me there in forever and I didn’t know how I felt about it now.

I tried to cast my memory back to my conversation with Katie about limits, but it was like casting into fog. Had we said anything about handjobs? Or just
no sex
? And if
no sex
, then what counted as sex here?

Chloe detached herself from behind me and slipped onto the floor. “Now I’m feeling way overdressed.”

A moment later, her black dress was around her ankles and she was naked but for a little black thong. With narrower hips and smaller breasts, different than my wife, but no less attractive. I licked my lips as I took in the details: the diamond-tipped navel bar, the rose tattoo on her left hip, nipples jutting hard and prominent from high on her tits.

She tugged the thong down one hip and my eyes re-centered. Her panties had just enough material to cover her mound. It was a short trip before she flashed the top of her pink slit. I caught a glimpse of her clit, sitting beneath the bare mound I’d glimpsed in the limo, so long ago.

Chloe looked over her shoulder, where Greg and Katie had paused in their rutting. Both eyes were on the blonde. Chloe’s nostrils flared. Her eyes shimmered under the attention. Enough teasing. She wiggled her hips one more time and lowered the panties down her long legs.

“Ah. Now that’s better,” she said.

Greg whispered something to Katie that I couldn’t hear. My wife bit her lip, but didn’t say anything. He began to fuck her again, slower than before. I caught a word here and there, but never a full thoughts: “...curious...” and “...with the flow...”

Chloe held her hand out to me, seeming much taller than her 5’2” frame. I didn’t know what she expected if I took her hand. I hesitated, looking to Katie for guidance. Her eyes were closed as Greg continued to whisper to her.

“Come on,” Chloe said, shaking her hand at me. “Let’s get even closer.”

My hand slid into hers. The distance to the other bed was only a few feet, but I felt like I was being led down a steep, spiraling stairwell. Everything was about to get more intense.

Katie felt my weight on the bed and looked at me, smiling.
Hi,
she seemed to say.
I’m glad you’re here.

Her green eyes dimmed a moment later as Greg drove into her. The reminder of where we are and what we were doing jolted through me. I watched Katie tip her head back, brow creased, nostrils flaring, as she enjoyed another man’s cock—just inches away.

Instinctively, I dropped my hand to my erection. Chloe was already there. Before I could stop her, her wet mouth closed around me. I should have shut it down right there. The part of my brain that governed rational thought knew that I was crossing a line that Katie wouldn’t be cool with. But the rest of me that was enjoying the slick warmth of Chloe’s mouth didn’t care.