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Unusually quiet.
That’s the only way Tag could describe the sound, or rather lack thereof, that greeted him the instant he stepped foot into the immaculately decorated, overly spacious house.
One week, – seven long days – had passed since the last time he was here; the last time he had been privy to the sensual smorgasbord that he was sure to stumble upon at any given moment. He knew why he was here, and he knew what was going to happen, he just didn’t know when, where or how. He was pretty sure she liked to keep him guessing in that regard.
Tonight, for some reason, Tag was a little hesitant.
Ok, maybe more than just a little.
Not that he wasn’t fully onboard with the agenda for the evening. He just couldn’t seem to shake that niggling little voice in his head that had him wondering whether he should be doing this. Honestly, he had never heard this voice before; never questioned his decisions in regards to this aspect of his life. But tonight he was questioning himself for one reason and one reason only.
Her.
The woman who had stepped into his path that one unusually warm October afternoon. The one who successfully imbedded herself somewhere in the dark recesses of his brain.
Tag knew her name, but that’s about all he knew at this point. Well, other than the image he was intimately familiar with; the one that continued to haunt his dreams on those long, lonely nights. There was an intensity about her; one he couldn’t shake regardless how many times he tried to convince himself that it was only in his head. He didn’t know her, but for some reason, she plagued his mind with thoughts that he knew were better left alone.
Which was why he was here, his legs carrying him through the vast open space as his eyes took in his surroundings, attempting to predict what was about to happen before it actually did. Generally, that never worked for him, mainly because he had learned they liked to keep him on his toes.
He didn’t doubt himself now. He knew what he wanted, or rather what he needed, and it wasn’t some mystery woman disturbing his thoughts and making him anticipate something he knew was well out of his reach.
He was here now, and that was what he needed to focus on. A couple of hours of mind numbing ecstasy at the hands of a woman who didn’t threaten his resolve, or have him wishing for things he had never wanted before.
This was the best of both worlds. The opportunity to explore his sexual fantasies, while keeping himself detached from those pesky emotions that others around him had succumbed to in recent months. He wasn’t interested in those things. He only had room for physical connections at this point in his life. These midnight trysts were all he needed in order to fulfill the areas he sometimes questioned were lacking, but knew that wasn’t the case.
And what better way to escape from his thoughts than to find gratification in the touch of a woman without the worry of discussions about something more. Logan and Samantha offered him that; they offered him the chance to erase all of the stresses of life for just a few hours and still give him the ability to walk away afterward without an ounce of guilt.
As Tag approached the living room, he was welcomed with even more silence. He knew the drill, knew that he would spend a couple of minutes anticipating the how and where before he stumbled upon what would ultimately allow his mind to clear for that short period of time. Tonight it wouldn’t be in the kitchen or on the veranda because both of those places were empty. That meant there was only one other place they could be.
As he turned toward the master bedroom, Tag loosened his tie while welcoming the anticipation he sensed building in his gut.
Bypassing the bedroom, he turned the corner into the ostentatious master bath, with its floor to ceiling mirrors and expensively tiled floors until his eyes landed on the wickedly hot scene already playing out before him. They hadn’t made it into the shower yet, but Tag could hear the water as it ran on the opposite side of the wall. What he saw instantly had his dick swelling and his balls in desperate need of attention.
Sitting naked on the bathroom counter, her legs spread wide, her back pressed against the mirrored glass with her head thrown back, Samantha McCoy was completely unaware of his presence, although he knew she was expecting him. As was her husband, Logan, who was currently kneeling between her legs, holding her open as he devoured her with his tongue.
Without hesitation, but not rushing either, Tag divested himself of his suit jacket and tie before slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. His eyes were glued to the erotic display before him, allowing him the chance to push all other thoughts out of his cluttered mind.
At least for tonight, Tag was the third in this rendezvous, and he was satisfied with that just as he had been for the last few months, ever since Logan McCoy approached him. With Sam’s enthusiastic attitude toward sex, her ability to open herself up to exploring the pleasure that could be had from a threesome, Tag had nothing to fear except for the onslaught of physical gratification.
Tag liked Samantha, he liked her ambition, her intelligence, her drive, and he especially liked that hint of vulnerability he sensed each and every time he took her in his arms. This was still new to her, but she had finally given in to her salacious urges and accepted the fact that she enjoyed being the recipient of two men’s attention for at least a little while. More importantly, Tag respected the connection between Sam and Logan and knew, without a doubt, why he was invited.
For the pleasure and nothing more.
Standing here now, his gaze drawn to the sexy blond laid out like a buffet for the taking, he attempted to force every other thought from his mind, focusing solely on the way Logan was feasting on her pussy while Tag watched.
That was Logan’s fetish: watching and being watched. Tag didn’t have any issues with that. He had his own kinks, his own forbidden desires, and just like Logan, Tag didn’t make excuses for what he wanted.
Completely naked now, Tag remained where he was, stroking his erection as he allowed his mind to engage fully in the moment. Logan would ensure that this played out the way he expected it to and Tag embraced the opportunity not to have to think. He spent too many hours a day doing just that, and this offered him the mind numbing bliss he had come to enjoy.
When Sam’s eyes opened, meeting his briefly, he smiled, watching as she writhed and moaned while Logan continued to lap at her sweet pussy. Her answering grin was brief before she closed her eyes, bowed her back and allowed her orgasm to consume her.
That was another thing he enjoyed about Samantha; she was incredibly responsive, ensuring that he knew exactly what triggered that spine tingling reaction that had her moaning Logan’s name over and over.
“Come here,” Logan instructed his wife as he stood to his full height. He offered his hand, and then helped her to stand before heading to the fully open shower on the other side of the wall.
Tag followed, still in no rush, but allowing his anxiety to ratchet up a notch or two as he made his way beneath the warm water behind them.
He had no way of knowing what would happen next because true to form, Logan’s mind worked in mysterious ways. He was always coming up with ways to ensure they never got bored. It was true, pleasure was pleasure, but it was also true that, without spontaneity, it would become monotonous, something Logan appeared to be allergic to.
With his hands on her shoulders, Logan eased Samantha to her knees before him, his eyes seemingly locked on the woman’s beautiful mouth.
“I want to feel your lips on me, Sam,” Logan growled.
Watching as Sam teased the head of Logan’s dick with her tongue, Tag moved closer. When he was no less than a foot away from her, she slowly reached out, stroking his fully erect cock with her soft, wet hand while she continued to suck Logan deeper into her mouth.
Needless to say, Tag was beginning to forget everything else that normally weighed heavily on his mind, losing himself in the sensation.
For long minutes, they continued this way until Sam pulled away from Logan, turning her attention on Tag. The heat of her mouth sent a chill racing down his spine as she slid her lips over the engorged head. He locked his knees as she continued to moan around his cock now filling her mouth.
Closing his eyes, Tag found it more difficult than ever to clear those pressing thoughts from his mind. Unable to forget the woman who made her presence known, inadvertently leaving him to wonder whether there was more to this than what he originally thought. But he demanded those thoughts to leave and allow him this one last night.
One last night to immerse himself in this diversion that had become crucial to his sanity, allowing him to pretend that one woman hadn’t intrigued him with just a seductive, daring gleam in her crystal blue eyes.
She was a woman Tag feared might just manage to push him further than he ever wanted to be pushed.