The Open Door: A Found Duet Novella, Page 7

  “Do you always kiss with your eyes open?” I asked when he looked over at me as if to gauge my reaction.

  “Not always. When I don’t know the person, I guess.”

  “Huh.” It seemed like an odd answer, for some reason, but not a bothersome one. I definitely didn’t close my eyes when it was my turn, and her soft, swollen lips wrapped around mine. She was a good kisser. She tasted like cinnamon and cigarettes and, faintly, I swore I could taste JC on her tongue, which made my skin buzz. My belly tightened thinking of him, and I could feel the urge to whimper at the back of my throat as she worshipped my mouth.

  The whole time, what I really wanted to know was what JC thought about it.

  He seemed to want to know the same. “Well?” he said the second we were finished.

  I laughed and thanked the young woman before taking his hand and tugging him away from the booth.

  “Well?” he asked again, adjusting the bulge in his pants, which told me exactly what he’d thought about it.

  “It was nice,” I admitted. “She was a really good kisser.”

  We found a bench in a quiet spot on the patio, and we sat to watch a pair of sensual dancers who’d just begun performing on the lawn. Their performance was gorgeous and fascinating to watch, but I was distracted by what had happened right before. I still wasn’t really bothered by JC kissing the stranger, which I considered a healthy response.

  I was intrigued, however, with his reaction to her kissing me.

  What did that mean about him? Did he secretly want to watch me with another woman? Did he fantasize about a threesome? And how did I feel about that if he did?

  It was hot, in theory. I liked an attractive woman, and while I had no desire to go down on one, I would probably enjoy one going down on me.

  But another woman going down on JC was a whole different situation. Even if I was there too, it felt like a big deal. Felt like crossing a line. A line that I wasn’t sure that a couple could ever come back from.

  It wasn’t something I needed to worry about. JC hadn’t ever suggested he wanted a threesome. And there were a lot of things that were hot to fantasize about that I never wanted to actually do. We didn’t have to do that. I knew that. I truly did.

  Then why couldn’t I get the idea of it out of my mind?

  Chapter Nine

  While I was lost in my thoughts, the performance of the sensual dancers evolved, and, when I bothered to look up again, the pair had been joined by another male. The trio swept across the lawn with sultry movements and spectacular lifts, then coming together to embrace before parting again. The dance gave a vivid impression of a courtship―the highs, the lows, the chase.

  I glanced at JC and found him rapt. I turned back to the dancers. They were beautiful and talented, but they didn’t enthrall me the way they’d enthralled my husband.

  In fact, nothing at the party had captured my attention in that way. Not in the way I wanted to be captured. The carnal carnival, overall, was erotic and bawdy and captivating, and I’d enjoyed myself completely. But I wasn’t aroused like so many others around us. There might have been a moment or two where I’d felt a spike of want, but nothing had me itching in my skin with desire. Nothing had me desperate for the next level. Nothing tantalized me to the point of needing to touch and be touched.

  Though, I’d learned that, for myself, the touching was often what led to the yearning. Maybe I needed to be cuddling more with JC.

  Honestly, I didn’t know what I expected or wanted, even. We’d come to have time together and find inspiration to inject some sexiness into our day-to-day life, and I’d definitely been inspired. It had never been the intention to actually participate in anything while there.

  Just, with all the free love happening around us, I wondered if I was somehow missing out.

  Or, more accurately, I wondered if JC was missing out, and what I should do about it if he was.

  A wave of laughter drew my attention to a group of partiers nearby who appeared to be playing some sort of strip game of truth or dare. Clothes were shed at each round. The heavy air of lust clung everywhere around them―I could feel it even from where I sat.

  One of the players was Miss T, who’d lost her dress now and was only wearing a white lace corset and frilly panties. When she saw me watching, she stepped out of the circle and waved me over.

  I patted JC’s arm. “I’ll be right back.” I stood and crossed over to our new friend.

  “Enjoying yourself?” T asked when I reached her.

  I nodded but paused before answering. “Yeah. I mean, yes. I’m having a good time.”

  “You sound like you’re either trying to convince me or you’re trying to convince yourself. And, honey, you don’t need to put on a front for me, if that’s what you’re doing. If this isn’t your jam, it’s not your jam.”

  “No, it’s my jam,” I said quickly. For whatever reason, I was defensive.

  I thought for a second about how to say what I was feeling. “It’s all very fascinating and exciting and it interests me very much, so much that I want to take it to the next level. But I can’t figure out how to participate when both JC and I are committed to only being with each other. Maybe this place is more suited to singles and swingers.”

  “I don’t think that’s true. It might not end up being suited for you and JC, but there are a lot of couples that come here that aren’t swapping. I’m not exactly married, but practically. We both attend nearly every week, and we’ve never fucked anyone but each other. There isn’t a one-size fits all about what people want from The Open Door. That’s why there are three different colors of beads.”

  “You’re in a relationship?” I hadn’t realized since I’d only seen her by herself, and the beads she wore were red, the color that invited people to touch and compliment without verbal consent. “If you don’t mind me asking, what does that look like for the two of you? Do you have rules? How far do you go with other people?” I hadn’t minded JC’s kiss at the kissing booth, but I didn’t want him kissing in other scenarios, especially if those scenarios could lead beyond kissing. And I sure as hell didn’t want him touching other women.

  So what did that leave?

  “Oh, everyone has rules,” she said. “Most everyone. Not just couples, either. I never slept with anyone even before I was with Nate. And I have the mask and the name, but others have their own guidelines. Whatever they need to make it feel safe for them, you know?”

  I nodded. JC and I had made the rules not to share and not to touch, and both of us had abided by them, easily. I loved the idea of doing things our way, but we’d needed―well, I’d needed―to define what that was in order to feel comfortable here.

  “As for Nate and me”—T gestured to a fully clothed man in a suit sitting just beyond where the game was taking place, a man I assumed was the Nate she spoke of—“I don’t mind you asking, but I can tell you right now that how we work isn’t how everyone works. Myself, I love touching. I come here to touch other people and to have people touch me. Nate, on the other hand, loves watching. I’ve never asked him not to engage with anyone, but he usually doesn’t anyway. It’s just not his thing. He’s never asked me not to engage either, because, first of all, we’d be over if he did, and secondly, he genuinely likes watching me fool around.

  “I know some other couples here that have different boundaries, too. Liz and Steve have a kissing only rule and Sheri and Melissa allow anything as long as their clothes stay on. Kayti is a Domme, and she’ll play with different subs, give them head sometimes, but they can never touch her back. Eric and Troy have a rule that they both have to be involved. Who else….? Oh, Jill and Ben will participate in games, but nothing else. And a ton of people come here just to watch then go home. Or they go upstairs, find a room, and bang loud enough for everyone else to hear. Like I said, it’s a personal decision. Talk with your husband, and you’ll find what works for both of you, and if it’s only watching, that’s still participating. Believe me, it’
s all welcome.”

  I sighed, feeling a bit ridiculous and a lot naïve. “You’re right. I’m worrying too much about it. Thank you for saying what I needed to hear.”

  She went back to her game, and I went back to JC, less concerned about what everyone else was doing, more focused on what my husband and I wanted out of the experience. He was standing now, and I couldn’t help but notice the crotch of his pants was bulging.

  Watching was apparently enough for him.

  It would be enough for me too.

  I sat next to him and stroked the back of his leg with my palm to let him know I’d returned. He smiled down at me then gave his attention back to the performance, dropping his hand to rub affectionately at the back of my neck.

  With his fingers playing at my nape, I focused on the show as well. The dancers, who’d stripped their clothes while I was gone, still moved with deliberate and performative movements, and now they were also in what appeared to be the late stages of foreplay. Both men’s cocks were hard, and the woman was inches away from putting one of them inside her.

  Okay, now that was hot.

  Really hot.

  My nipples were sharp points as she glided down on the man beneath her, then up again, then down, all in time to the music. And when the second man pushed her down so he could shove inside her ass, my panties were flooded.

  Damn, it was erotic. It was gorgeously choreographed and yet the dancers were still very authentically fucking. It was like watching an artsy porn, and who wouldn’t get turned on by that?

  People who didn’t go to sex parties, maybe, but here, it seemed, lots of people felt how I felt. As I scanned the audience, I discovered most everyone was completely engrossed. Some of them were fooling around as well. Most only petting and making out, but a few had gone further, fucking along with the performers, and a woman in front of us had her hand in her panties.

  Watching all the sex around me was definitely a turn on.

  Except, the thing I found the most arousing, the thing that had me fidgeting and needing relief wasn’t watching everyone fumble and grope and fuck, but imagining that I was the one being watched.

  Oh, yeah. That really did it for me. Made my pussy buzz and clench.

  It shouldn’t have come as such a surprise. I’d always liked the idea of being watched, always liked the prospect of getting caught. As much as I’d always been into it, though, I’d never considered if I’d like the real thing and not just the fantasy. It wasn’t something I’d ever had reason to consider.

  Here, in a place where public screwing wasn’t a criminal offense, I couldn’t help but consider it. Not only consider it, but try it out.

  Or maybe not.

  Instantly, I was having doubts, and I hadn’t even completely made up my mind. I wasn’t comfortable being naked in front of strangers, and I didn’t know that I could relax enough to do the deed with so many spectators, not on the first go.

  I needed to take baby steps.

  Before I could talk myself out of it, I angled myself toward JC and reached for his belt. He turned toward me, his body moving a beat ahead of his eyes that were still pinned to the orgy on the makeshift stage.

  When he saw what I was doing, he raised one questioning eyebrow. But he didn’t stop me, letting me unthread the leather from the loops and undo the buckle.

  “Is this okay?” I asked, pausing at the button of his pants.

  He paused, studying my face, and I had a feeling his hesitation had more to do with making certain I was okay with it than deciding that he was. Eventually, he nodded once. “If you’re not sure…”

  I gave my honest answer. “I’m sure.”

  Still, as sure as I was, my hands shook as I undid the button and brought the zipper down. I was excited. I was eager. As soon as I had his pants open, JC’s cock popped out, fat and full. Like last time, he’d gone sans underwear, maybe hoping for some more car action after.

  Or maybe hoping for something like this.

  I licked my lips and pumped his length with my hand while I glanced around. No one was watching us...yet. But someone could at any moment.

  The thought made me have to squeeze my thighs together real hard.

  I stroked up and down him a few times, my palm caressing his crown each time I reached the top. He was completely ready. He was so hard that he throbbed in my hand. He was going to go quick if I let him.

  With my eyes lifted toward the man I loved, I lowered my mouth to his tip and gave it a swipe with my tongue.

  His exhale was audible.

  I licked him a few more times, teasing him before taking his head between my lips. The familiar taste of him and the reality of what I was doing, of where I was doing it, made me moan. His entire body shuddered from the vibration, and he made a low rumble in the back of his throat.

  The sound made me squirm. I wanted him to do it again.

  Fisting him with one hand, I drew him into my mouth, bobbing rhythmically while I silently counted to five. Then I flattened my tongue and ran it across his crown, delighting in the bead of pre-cum that waited there. I quickly licked it up then repeated my sequence―fisting, bobbing, swipe of my tongue at the top, repeat.

  After I’d taunted him like this for a while, he took my hair in both hands. I expected he meant to take over, to hurry things along, but he just tugged at the strands, the bite of pain making me shiver.

  “You’re such a tease.” His voice was raw, his eyes clouded. His head turned to survey our surroundings. “People are watching.”

  I felt a gush between my legs. I wanted to stop and look myself, wanted to ask him how many people and what their reactions were, but I also didn’t want to break the spell.

  Besides, JC knew what I needed. “Several people. They can’t help it. You’re too beautiful sucking cock for them to look away. There’s a man across the patio whose eyes are glued on you. He’s got his cock out too. You’ve made him hard, Gwen. Watching you has made him hard.”

  His words came out ragged, and they made me crazed. Made me greedier and more eager to please him. I abandoned the tormenting and proceeded enthusiastically, jacking him with one hand as I sucked his crest with my mouth. I tilted my head this way and that to vary the strokes, to draw him deeper on some and more shallow on others.

  Maybe I wasn’t completely done taunting him after all.

  His patience had worn off, however. He moved his hands to cradle my head, holding it still so he could fuck it how he wanted. At his own speed. Thrusting his hips with a primal frenzy that took my arousal to the next level.

  And people were watching!

  I imagined the way we must look, my eyes watering, my cheeks hollowed, and my husband’s big cock greedily fucking my mouth. Low in my stomach, the beginnings of an orgasm stirred. I’d never come from giving pleasure, and I probably wouldn’t now, but holy shit, it wasn’t an impossibility.

  “Fuck, Gwen.” JC’s grip tightened on my head, and I could feel his body tense, the one tell he was there before I felt the spurt of cum shoot across my tongue. Still, he didn’t slow down, and I struggled to swallow as he thrust on, bucking his hips against my face, the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat with every stroke.

  Then his entire body convulsed and another gush filled my mouth. I took it all, swallowing every last drop.

  He still wasn’t completely soft when he pulled me to my feet to kiss him. I wondered if he could taste himself in my mouth as his tongue licked between my lips.

  “You are fucking incredible. You know that?”

  I giggled and let him kiss me again, his face cool against my hot skin. I felt flushed from what I’d done, from his compliment, and when I remembered we had an audience, my cheeks darkened further, even though I wasn’t embarrassed about what we’d done. On the contrary, I felt cocky. I felt full of myself.

  Did JC feel the same?

  Recalling what T had said about communicating, I asked him, “Was that all right? Would you have rather I didn’t―”r />
  He cut me off. “Did you hear me say you were incredible? It was perfect, babe. You were perfect. I loved every minute of it.”

  I moaned this time as his kiss grew deeper. I was still very deeply aroused, a fact that had to be obvious to JC and anyone who was still watching by the way my body pressed against him, the way my thigh wrapped around his leg. The way my hips ground against him.

  He broke away and murmured against my lips, “I want you.” He glanced around, as if looking for a close place to drag me to and have his way. “I need to make you feel good too. I need to be inside you.”

  Was there a silent question there? Was he asking how far I wanted to take this? If I wanted to continue this publicly or was he simply eager to return the favor?

  A part of me―a big part of me―wanted to keep pushing my boundaries. It would be so easy to hitch up my dress and let him fuck me against the side of the house. No one would see anything. Not really, but they’d be able to see enough to make it damn hot.

  Did I want to go that far?

  With great effort, I peeled myself off of him and grasped his hand in mine. “Let’s go to the car,” I said. “You can tell me more about what everyone was doing while I sucked you, and then you can make me feel good too.”

  I’d discovered something I enjoyed. Discovering it with the person I loved most in the world made it feel significantly more profound. There was no need to rush taking it to another level. I had as long as I had JC to explore this newfound kink, and I had him forever.

  Chapter Ten

  We had sex for eight days straight after that. The only reason it wasn’t longer was that JC had to go out of town, and, if the extreme amounts of sexting counted as sex, then our running streak was more like two weeks.

  Discovering the power that being watched had on my libido stimulated our love life in ways I’d never imagined. Memories of the night itself got me revved up every time I thought about it. When their potency began to diminish, fantasizing and role playing similar situations worked just as well.