Club D was in an old mansion just outside of DC, hidden behind ornate gates and lots of security.

It had been a couple of weeks since Carla had invited me and I’d agreed. Exploring our kinks together was sexy as fuck but it also seemed like a good way to get to know the woman who had been spending a lot of time in my bed.

When she wasn’t in someone else’s bed.

After several weeks of navigating seeing each other around work and her couples, she’d invited me again and I’d agreed.

It was important to her and so it was becoming important to me. It wasn’t easy knowing she was off with other people those nights but I was trying to curb my jealousy. Seeing it with my own eyes had to be better than what I concocted in my mind.

“It looks like a resort,” I murmured in her ear as we exited the mansion and entered a pool area that rivaled the most expensive vacation spots.

Lounge chairs circled all sides of the large, lighted pool, each one sitting next to a side-table with a sun umbrella nearby. The cushions were coordinated in the Club D colors of navy blue and white and were embroidered with the logo.

Several bars circled the area and a huge, a covered eating area was to the right and just behind the house. To the left of the pool was all kinds of lush greenery and flowers, the evening lights shining up from hidden spaces also cast a glow in the massive hot tub where several nude couples currently laughed and sipped on drinks. They glanced in our direction, some of them waving to Carla who returned the greeting.

She smiled, her arm laced with my own as she led me over to the bar. “This is a place where we can all come to relax and completely be ourselves. It’s a vacation from our everyday lives so it should feel that way.” She pointed all around the space as I took our drinks. “Over there are the private outdoor beds and the play area.”

“They are open for use by anyone?”

“Yes. Anyone and anytime.”

“Carla, I have something for you.” We both turned to look at a beautiful woman who approached us with a smile to go with her British accent. Her blonde hair gleamed under the evening lights but her smile was warm. The large, dark man at her side wasn’t smiling, his demeanor aloof but not unfriendly.

I thought I knew who they were, the best friend and the mercenary husband. Members of the lifestyle. They’d been off to Paris and I hadn’t had a chance to meet them. It looked like tonight was the night.

“Livvy! Rush!” Carla let go of me to hug the woman and accept a kiss on the cheek from the man. She turned and took my hand in her own, making the introductions. “This is Aiden.”

“It’s so great to meet you, Aiden,” Livvy leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Her white dress was see-through, her nipples and pubic area dark underneath the flimsy fabric. I let my gaze linger, a move noted by her husband. I expected to get a fist in my face but he merely smirked, slipping his huge paw of hand around her waist. “I have your bracelets.”

“Bracelets?” I asked, confused even more when handed over two made of braided green silk. Carla took my wrist, tying one of them on me before handing the second one to me and holding out her own wrist.

“The green tells everyone that we’re not sharing. They’ll know that we’re here only to play with each other.” She slid me look that held heat and a hint of a tease. “If you change your mind, all you have to do is take it off.”

I held her gaze, knowing that she was just explaining the rules. We’d talked about tonight and she’d let me set the boundaries. I liked being watched and it was a fantasy of mine but I wasn’t on board to join into group sex. Carla had assured me that it was likely to happen as the night progressed but that no one would overstep our rules.

The bracelet was the signal. I glanced at Rush’s wrists. He wore a metal chain, a red disc suspended from one of the links. He saw where I was looking and answered the question before I could ask it.

“The red disc says that we’re open to play.” He held out the bracelet for my inspection. “We actively live the lifestyle so we had our own bracelets made.”

“And you’re okay with it? Sharing. Watching other people fuck your wife?” I asked the question, wondering too late if I’d gone too far.

“Yeah. It gets me off. And I know she might share her body with other people but I’ve got her heart and soul and that’s all that matters in the end.” He shrugged. “Different strokes man. Variety is the fucking spice of life.”

I turned to find Carla and stopped dead in my tracks. She was dancing with Livvy, her dark hair and golden skin in stark but gorgeous contrast to the pale tones of her friend. In a black dress that dipped down to her navel and barely covered her ass cheeks, Carla’s long legs in her sky-high fuck-me heels looked like they went on for miles. They were laughing, just like two women would do in any club. Enjoying the music and the night out with their friend.

“I fucking love spice,” I told Rush, taking a sip from my drink as I watched them move together. He grunted in agreement next me, his large body settling onto a barstool to watch the show.

And it was definitely a performance and clearly for our benefit. The women, our women, ran their hands all over each other, moving as one to the sensual music piping out from the hidden speakers. Their heads dipped towards each other, lips brushing, a flash of tongue before they kissed in earnest. It didn’t last long but Livvy’s cheeks were flushed when they parted and she laughed. Carla glanced at me over her shoulder, her gaze questioning and I nodded, letting her know that it was okay.

It more than okay. It was fucking hot. I reached down and adjusted my cock under my dark dress pants. I was hard, aching. The usual state of my dick when Carla was around.

“You doing okay, man?” Rush’s voice interrupted my focus and I looked over at him. His eye was on his wife but he kept talking. “I know you’re not into the lifestyle.”

“I’m figuring it out,” I answered, taking another long sip of whiskey from my glass before answering. “For her. I’m figuring shit out for Carla.”

“She’s worth it.” Rush said, squeezing my shoulder as he passed by, slipping up behind his wife and tipping her head back for a long, slow kiss. He reached out blindly and Carla put her hand in his, smiling up at him when he kissed her fingers and bowed before pulling his wife away towards the hot tub.

He wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already suspect was true. Carla was one-in-a-million. I just didn’t know if I could pay the price.

I came up behind Carla, grabbing her hips and spinning her around to face me. She leaned up and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck as our tongues tangled for dominance. She giggled and I smiled down at her, enjoying the feel of her in my arms and her focus solely on me. I was possessive of her, not something I had to hide. Carla wanted it all. She wanted to know everything I was feeling good or bad. We both knew it was the only way to do what we were doing.

We swayed to the music, her body brushing against my cock with every movement and I was getting harder by the second. I groaned, breaking off the kiss to catch my breath and press kisses all along the soft column of her neck.

Movement behind us caught my eye and I lifted my head, soaking in the erotic scene playing out in front of us. Livvy and Rush had discarded their clothes and were in the hot tub, Rush kissing her breasts as a woman took her mouth. Their hands were interwined, tender in the way that it maintained their connection even while others joined them for a time.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Carla asked, her lips tracing a path down my chest as she unbuttoned my shirt.

“Are they one of yours?”

She looked up at me, her eyes a little wary at my question. I’d suspected the answer but never asked. “Yes. They are.”

I looked down at her, waiting for the jealousy to rip through me. There was a twinge but not enough for me to stop touching her, to walk away from her. But I wasn’t going to deny my need to make my own mark on her life, her soul.

“I want to fuck you, Carla.” I slid my hand under hair, circling the back of her neck to hold her in place. I tugged the strands a little harder, loving the gasp that escaped form between her parted lips. My reaction was visceral, primal and I didn’t even try to rein it in. She had to know what she did to me and I couldn’t be afraid of showing the good, the bad and the neanderthal. “You’re mine tonight and I want them to know.”

“Come on,” she said, taking my hand in hers and leading me across the patio to the space holding the private play areas. It wasn’t what I’d expected. It was beautiful, sensual, decadent. The space was filled with canopied, four poster beds, the sides and tops draped with white, sheer strips of gauze. They moved in the slight breeze of the evening, the muted lights flickering with the sway of the trees surrounding the area.

There were several beds already occupied. Couples and foursomes, naked bodies moving together as they moaned and whispered and laughed, their sounds muted by the night. I couldn’t peel my gaze away from them, the raw erotic sensuality of the scene making my dick ache and my heart pound in my chest.

I followed her deeper into the maze of beds and bodies, drinking it all in. I hadn’t known I was thirsty for this but I couldn’t get enough of the electric desire in the balmy air around us. We stopped in front of a bed, king-sized and covered in crisp, white linens. It overlooked the hot tub and pool, it’s position would allow everyone in those places to see us. It was my fantasy. She’d delivered it to me on a platter and all I had to do was feast.

This woman was like no one I had ever met before and I winced at the thought that I might never have.

I buried my fingers in Carla’s hair, holding her still as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, plundering, demanding, wet and hot as I poured my lust and need into the kiss wanting to have all of her, right now. She whimpered and my dick ached, throbbing in the confines of my pants. I gentled our connection, pressing my lips to her cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose.

“Thank you, baby.” I lowered my hands, slipping under the thin straps of her slip of a dress and easing them off her shoulders and down her arms. “Thank you for this.”

The weight of the silken fabric pulled it down and over her body, settling in a black pool at her feet. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, just the heels and I wanted them to stay on for the moment. I pressed down lightly on her shoulders and she glided down to her knees, her grace and beauty robbing my breath. She lifted her face, gazing up at me, her expression making it clear that she was waiting for my orders.

I left her there, kneeling at my feet in the puddle of her clothing and took one step backward. She frowned slightly but I shook my head and she stopped immediately. Carla wasn’t always submissive but when she was, it was a gorgeous sight.

“Good girl,” I said, beginning the slow process of removing my own clothes. Carefully, precisely, teasingly I removed every item. The crisp cotton dress shirt, my pants, underwear, shoes and socks ended up in a neat pile near the bed. I took my time dragging out the anticipation building between us and the crowd watching us from the hot tub.

I didn’t concentrate on them, a brief glance took them all in and invited them to enjoy at the same time. Carla was beautiful, brave, confident and true to herself. I intended to show them all how she should be worshipped. My fantasy come to life with her in the starring role.

I shifted my attention back to her, closing the distance to stand right in front of her. She looked up at me from where she kneeled, her gaze drifting down to focus on my dick. I reached down, taking the length in my fist, giving it a slow deliberate stroke which brought it within licking distance of her mouth. Carla slipped her tongue out and swiped along the head, her grin wicked when I gasped at the sensation.

“Witch,” I gritted out, sliding my fingers in the silk of her hair and urging her forward. “Suck me.”

Carla opened wide and I slid inside, locking my knees when the wet heat of her mouth raced through me and made weak. It was so damn good. Every. Fucking. Time.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that, baby,” I groaned out, tipping my head back and taking in the canopy of stars above us the dark, clear sky. I lowered my lids, concentrating on the feel of her mouth on me, on the knowledge that this was Carla. The woman who’d rocked my world the minute I’d laid eyes on her.

She sucked me, her silky hair tickling my belly and raising goosebumps on my skin. I shivered, not just from the cold but also the start of my orgasm in my groin. Too soon. Way too fucking soon.

I lowered my head and reached out, caressing her soft skin as I pulled out of her mouth. She opened her eyes and gazed up at me under lids, half-closed with lust. She was drunk on us, a feeling I knew very well whenever I was with her.

“Come here,” I said, leaning down to gather her close, dipping my head to take her mouth in a gentle kiss. It was long and intense, tender and deep. She moaned and I moved her backwards, breaking the contact only to drape her across the bed.

I took a step back, taking in her long, taut body stretched over the crisp, white sheets. Hair fanned out in a tousled halo around her face, nipples tight peaks in the cool of the evening, long legs ending in the gorgeous “V” of her dark bush.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you have any idea?” I asked, my voice rough and chest tight. She smiled, wicked and sultry, and my heart skipped a couple of beats. Not for the first time, she had me speechless. It didn’t matter, she told me exactly what she wanted.

With one hand, she traced down between her breasts and across her belly, stopping only with her fingers buried in the slickness of her pussy.

“Why don’t you show me how beautiful you think I am?”

* * *

I would never get tired of Aiden looking at me like I was fucking edible.

And I loved it when he settled between my legs and ate at me like a starving man. Some men came at you like they were afraid you were going to break but Aiden grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands and held me down while he tasted, licked, sucked and probed every inch of my pussy.

I writhed against him, loving the prickly feel of his stubble in contrast with the wet velvet of his tongue. He sucked on my clit, fucking me slowly with two fingers, hitting all the spots inside me that made me grind and whimper with the sweet torture of it all. I ran my fingers over my skin, now damp with the heat of the evening and my sweat, lingering over the fullness of my breast and the tight nub of my nipples.

The first tingle of my orgasm had my thighs clenching around his head, my fingers tangled in his hair. I pulled, lifting his mouth off me. He let loose a feral growl and stared up at me with eyes glittering with his desire.

“I want you to fucking come on my mouth. I want it.” He tried to lower his head again but I kept my grip on his hair and I was rewarded with sharp nip of his teeth on my inner thigh. I yelped, writhing when he soothed the spot with sweet, sloppy kisses that traveled upward to the sensitive crease of my hip.

Biting my lip, I begged. “I want you to fuck me. I want to come with you inside me Aiden, please.”

He was a goner when I begged and I used it shamelessly to get what I wanted. And right then I wanted him inside me.

Aiden levered off me, reaching over to the basket of supplies placed in the middle of our play area and grabbed a condom, quickly rolling it on his dick. He shifted back to my side and slapped my ass, the tingles of pain and pleasure mixing to make me squirm in anticipation.

“Roll over. Hands and knees, baby.” I hesitated for a split second and then did as I was told, allowing him to manhandle me into the position he wanted.

Aiden ran his fingers lightly over my ass and then upwards along my spine, winding them in my hair at the nape. The sharp tug backward surprised me and I gasped as my head came up and I found myself gazing at the group watching from the hot tub. I moaned, my thighs clenching with the raw arousal that shot through me.

“Open up baby,” Aiden groaned, draping his hard body over my back. His hand insinuated itself between my thighs, spreading me open to the exploration of his touch and the cool night air. His cock pressed against my slit and I pushed back, needing him to fill me up. Aiden slid inside, hard and deep, I squirmed encouraging him to move, to do something.

“Keep looking at them, Carla.” Aiden murmured against my ear, his hand cupping my jaw and holding my face in place. I had no choice but to look at our voyeurs, taking in their heated glances and sensual activity. “Watch them as I fuck you, baby. They’ve never seen anything like you before.” He started to move inside me then, his words honey slick and arousing. “So goddam gorgeous. So dirty. So hot for it.”

“Hot for you,” I gasped out in between his thrusts, each one stealing my breath and driving me closer to my orgasm. “Just fucking wet and hot for you.”

“Oh, you fucking kill me. So sweet. So sticky sweet. I can’t enough of you,” he panted against my cheek, his breath growing more ragged with each slam of his dick inside me. He nudged my face again, making sure I was watching the crowd below us. “Do you see them? Touching each other? Tasting and fucking? They can’t take their eyes off you and you’re going to make them come.” He raised himself up, his hands gripping both my shoulders as he increased his speed and depth, driving me forward with each snap of his hips. “You’re going to make me come. Jesus.”

I was close too. Balancing myself of one arm, I reached down between my legs and found my clit, rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts. I could feel him sliding in and out of me. The group before me was writhing together, kissing and fondling, sucking and fucking, many of their gazes focused on us. My own little porno while we gave them a show.

Aiden leaned over me again, biting the sweet spot on my neck and I let go. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and my knees gave out. I fell forward onto the bed, Aiden pounding into me as I came, his cock going deeper at this angle and drawing out my orgasm for what seemed like an impossibly long time. His fingers dug into my hips and I heard him shout my name and then go still, buried inside me. His thighs shook, breathing ragged and shallow as he groaned into my hair, holding me close.

“Thank you. Thank you, baby,” Aiden murmured against my neck, his lips soft and tender against my skin. “Thank you,” he whispered again against my skin. I took his hand, intertwining our fingers together because I didn’t want our connection to end.

“For bringing you here?”

“Yes,” he nodded, nuzzling sweetly against my neck. “For that. For sharing yourself with me. For giving me a chance.”

I snuggled into his grasp, cherishing this moment with a man who could accept me and share his own fantasies with me. There was no space between us. No room for doubt. No room for difference. Only the two us exploring pleasure and boundaries together.