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  I stared at them for a moment, and then looked back at my husband. “Let’s see how turned on I get when we go watch inside.”

  Ward laced our fingers with his free hand. “All right. Let’s go inside.” We walked through the open doors.

  It seemed everywhere I looked something was happening. Two on two, oral, fingers, hands, more threesomes, even a foursome was happening on a couch in the study. I recognized some more people too. An actress by the name of Ava Ashley and her husband, Trent Inglewood, who was also an actor, was part of the threesome. Another actor, Michael Zapino, was with a woman I didn’t recognize near the foursome.

  And then there was Vaughn again.

  I wished I had my phone so I could look up his last name, but honestly, I just always thought he was the hot lead guitarist of his band, and his last name didn’t matter. But I wanted to know as I stared at him. Maybe it was because if we watched long enough, I would get to see him in an intimate moment and it felt weird to only know his first name. Or maybe it was better to not know names and watch since this was a secret club.

  Ward leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Do you want to stay in here and watch these people?”

  We were still in the study. “Sure. Let’s get another drink first.”

  I took a final sip of my drink and set the glass on a nearby black tray, and Ward steered me to the bar. After we got fresh drinks, we walked back into the study and moved to a spot against the wall where we could watch from afar. My gaze moved to Vaughn again. He was watching Michael Zapino and the woman I didn’t know. He licked his lips, and I licked mine.

  Ward pulled me closer to him. “Is this turning you on, baby?”

  I nodded, though I didn’t tell him that I was only looking at the rock star who was fully clothed. In my head, I was picturing Vaughn stripping off his clothes and joining Michael and his friend. I didn’t know if Vaughn was gay, straight, or bi. It didn’t matter. What was turning me on was the smoldering look Vaughn had as he sat in a high-winged back chair and stared, watching, gawking. My gaze dropped to his crotch, but from where Ward and I were standing and the dim red lighting, I couldn’t see if Vaughn was aroused or not.

  I was. I could feel the dampness between my legs begin to soak my panties.

  Ward moved my long brown hair off my shoulder and started to kiss my neck, running light grazes up and down the slope. I tilted my head to the side, my gaze still on Vaughn.

  “Who are you looking at?” my husband asked.

  I swallowed before I whispered, “Vaughn.”

  I felt Ward smile against my skin. “Figured you were.”

  “How?”

  “I know you, Kiera. We’ve been together for a long time. I know what—or who—makes you tick.”

  “But he’s not doing anything.” I turned to face Ward. “How did you know?”

  He shrugged. “I just know.”

  I lowered my voice. “I can’t believe he’s here. I want to meet him.”

  Ward’s gaze looked over my shoulder toward Vaughn. “Maybe we should wait until after he—does his thing.”

  I turned back around. “Yeah.”

  Ward took my glass and set it on a table with his. His hand slipped into the top of my dress, and he began to caress my breast. I looked back at Vaughn, watching and waiting to see what he would do next. He too was looking back at us, his legs spread as though he were enjoying the show.

  “What is it about Vaughn that turns you on?” Ward asked into my ear. “Is it his hair?” I shrugged, not taking my gaze off the rock star. “Do you want me to grow my hair like that?”

  I shook my head. “No.” I liked the way my husband looked with his short dark brown hair, clean-shaven face, and dreamy green eyes. He was perfect for me. That was why I’d married him. But everyone had a celebrity crush. I knew that Ward’s was actress Amanda Bennett, and if she were here, he would be staring too.

  “Is it his eyes? The way he’s watching that guy finger fuck that woman?”

  I looked over at Michael and then back at Vaughn. “Maybe.”

  “Is it his lips? Do you think he could eat you better than I do?” Ward’s hand pulled out of the top of my dress and skimmed my side, feeling every curve I had.

  “I—I don’t think so,” I admitted, though the thought made me curious.

  Ward’s hand slipped under the hem of my dress and pushed my panties to the side. Two fingers entered me. “Is it his fingers? Do you think his guitar fingers could strum you better than me?”

  I swallowed, and as though Vaughn heard us, he looked up and made eye contact with me. His gaze dropped to where Ward was fingering me under my dress. “He’s watching us, Kiera,” Ward stated as he continued to finger fuck me. “Do you want me to ask him to join us?”

  I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out as I watched Vaughn stand. My light brown eyes widened as he moved closer, my heart beating faster in my chest. Would Ward do that? We’d briefly talked about it before leaving the house, but it was never said if either one of us would be okay having someone join us.

  “Do you want to ask him?” I finally asked as Vaughn stopped in front of us, and leaned against the back of a couch facing us. He was mere feet from us, and if I reached out, I could almost touch him.

  Ward didn’t respond, but I assumed he was looking at Vaughn too because Vaughn’s gaze would move from where Ward was still pleasuring me and up to my eyes and then over my shoulder where Ward’s head was.

  “How about you come and let him see how hot you look when you shatter by my touch?”

  My legs spread a little wider on their own, needing Ward’s fingers to go deeper. They did, and his thumb started to rub against my clit, causing me to moan. Vaughn’s stare met mine, and I was so turned on by him watching us that I had forgotten the plan was to watch others, not someone watching us.

  Vaughn bit his lip, which caused me to do the same. With the sounds of pleasure in the air, and the way Ward was working me hard and deep, I was on the verge of shattering with Vaughn the Rock Star watching me.

  Ward started to raise the bottom of my dress up. “Are you going to let him see your pussy pulse around my fingers, baby?”

  I nodded, my eyes still on Vaughn as I listened to my husband. The moment Vaughn licked his lips as though he was dying to know what I tasted like, I came, my body quivering and pulsing and shaking as Ward held me up with one hand and continued to finger fuck me hard.

  I moaned and reached up, holding onto Ward’s neck as I kept my gaze on Vaughn. Ward slowly stopped as my pussy pulsed around his fingers.

  Vaughn rose off the back of the couch, and I thought he was going to ask to join us, but before he could speak, a woman came up to him. He stopped and looked over at her, and she rose on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear. His gaze moved back to me as Ward removed his hand from me, and I steadied myself. Vaughn nodded to the woman, and she walked away. He walked the few steps toward Ward and me, and I still thought that he was going to ask to be with us, to continue whatever we had started.

  Instead, he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “I thought it was only fair for me to watch you since you were watching me.”

  And then, he walked away.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Ward

  Watching Vaughn, a celebrity, look at my wife as though he wanted to fuck her made me hard. I never imagined I would want to share Kiera, but at that moment, with the heat in his eyes and the way he was licking his lips, I would have let him have a taste of what was mine. Because that was what Kiera was.

  She was mine.

  Before going to Sensation, I never thought that I would be willing to have Kiera fuck another man, but the thought of her having sex with someone else was exciting to me. Maybe it was exciting thinking it would be Vaughn. I knew she had a crush on him, and if she could fulfill her fantasy of sleeping with him, that would turn me on more. My cock stiffened at the thought that after Kiera slept with him, it would be my bed—my arms—me she
would come home to.

  Every. Fucking. Night.

  I wanted Vaughn to taste her. For him to be jealous and want more of her. For him to think about us together each night while he remembered her sounds—her taste—her O-face.

  But he walked away.

  “What did he say to you?” I asked.

  Kiera looked up at me with her light brown eyes. “That it was fair to watch me because I was watching him.”

  “I’m so hard right now,” I admitted with a groan. “He wanted you bad.”

  “Having him watch us turned you on?”

  I thought for a moment. I was hard, and it did turn me on. I just never expected it to. “Yes,” I admitted. “He wanted what I can have each night I’m home.”

  She smirked and then looked around. “Let’s find somewhere to be alone.”

  “I know the perfect place.” I grabbed Kiera’s hand, leaving our unfinished drinks on the table. I was going to consume something else.

  “Where are we going?”

  “The cabanas,” I replied, and we stepped out into the night’s mild air. My body felt as though it was on fire, and the spring night felt good on my face as we made our way to the second pool area.

  A few weeks ago, when Kiera told me we were invited to a sex club, I hadn’t realized that our sex life was lacking. We were still having sex, but I did agree it wasn’t hot and passionate as it once was. It was hard when you had kids. Sure, I wanted to be buried so deep inside my wife that she couldn’t control herself, but at home, we had to be in control, so we did it mainly missionary with soft moans and groans and then went to sleep.

  There would be no missionary sex at Sensation.

  There would be no soft moans and groans.

  And there would be no sleeping.

  Hopefully, there would be a cabana open because I was going to devour my wife. I was going to make her scream and come around my dick over and over and over. I felt ravenous knowing that she had gotten off by my hand while Vaughn watched. I bet he wished he could do the same … let her ride his fingers or his face.

  If he asked to touch Kiera, I would let him.

  If he asked to taste her, I would let him.

  If he asked to fuck her … I would let him?

  The idea made my blood race, but I wasn’t sure if I was there yet. Or even if my wife was.

  Not many of the cabanas were taken when we got to the second pool. Some were taken with the sides down, so we could only hear sounds coming from within, and some of the occupied cabanas had the sides opened so we could see what was happening inside.

  Everyone was enjoying themselves with two, three, or even more people. There were women with women, men with men, and a man and a woman alone across from us.

  “Take off your dress and get on the cushion,” I ordered Kiera. I was too worked up to spend time undressing both of us. I had on a fucking tux, and I was burning, needing to shed all of my clothes.

  And I did.

  Fast.

  Without further instructions, Kiera stripped off her dress and got onto all fours, just the way I wanted her. I shed myself of my clothes and then stroked myself as I came up behind my wife. I was still hard. Painfully so. Taking the tip, I slid it through her heat. She was still soaked with a mixture of her cum and her arousal. Christ, how did I think that missionary sex was all that we needed? I hadn’t seen my wife’s ass up in the air in … I didn’t know how long.

  “Fuck,” I hissed as I eased in. Kiera’s back arched as she moaned.

  I started to thrust, expecting the lounge chair she was on to start moving, but it didn’t. I tried harder, pushing rougher and faster and going as deep as I could. My wife moaned loud, and I looked over, seeing people watching us. In my lust-filled haze, I had forgotten to close the cloth drapes of the cabana, but I didn’t stop. Just like in the mansion, it was turning me on having people watching us. I didn’t think of it as though we were putting on a show. I thought of it as them imagining they were me and being lucky enough to be buried inside my beautiful wife … imagining themselves bringing out her pants and moans and whimpers.

  “You like them watching us?” I asked, looking at a couple across from us. The man was staring at us while in the same sexual position.

  Kiera looked over to the side. “They are?”

  “Yeah,” I confirmed, going harder.

  Even though it was dark, there was still lights around, making it easy to see. The people who were watching us were also fucking, and I felt as though we were turning each other on. The more I thrust, so did the guy in the twosome. I imagined we were in a race to see which woman would come first—or which one of us would come first—as I drove over and over into my wife.

  My balls started to tighten, and I thrust even harder, hoping to hit the spot to make Kiera wither. With my hand, I reached around and went straight for her clit. She was soaked, her arousal dripping, and I used it to circle her numb vigorously.

  “Oh, god,” she panted.

  “Christ,” I grunted. “I don’t remember the last time you were this wet.”

  “Ah,” she moaned. “I’m gonna come.”

  With a few more thrusts Kiera came hard, her body shaking, her pussy pulsing around my dick. I had to hold her up with my arm as I pumped into her until I released.

  When I looked across at the couple in the other cabana, I realized that we had won our race, but the night was still young, and I knew that we’d do it again before the end of the party because I was still horny as fuck.

  After Kiera and I cleaned up with a towel that was in a basket, we laid on the lounge chairs under a blanket. There were heat lamps set up that kept us a little warm, but we were still worked up from the sex. At least I was. I couldn’t keep my mouth off of her. Either her neck, her lips, her breasts, her pussy. I loved the fact that we were able to be open and not have to rush. That we could lay naked and bask in the afterglow and not have to get dressed and unlock the door in case one of our kids needed us.

  Honestly, it felt good to love on my wife.

  “So, what do you think?” she asked as I lazily ran my fingers along her arm as we lay side by side, my lips kissing a path from her chin down her throat and back up.

  I chuckled. “I think you know I’m having a good time.”

  “Do you think we should join?”

  I took a deep breath and rose to face her, my gaze moving down to her exposed breasts for a moment. “Do you?”

  Kiera shrugged. “Maybe?”

  “Do you know how much it is?”

  “No,” she replied.

  “What if we can’t afford it?”

  She thought for a moment and looked around. “I can ask Peyton on Monday, but do you think this is for us?”

  I followed her gaze, seeing people still fucking. I wasn’t sure what the club could offer more than one night a month for my wife and me to be alone and free to do whatever we wanted. “Maybe. We can try going to a hotel for the night or something. See if that will work.”

  We were silent for a few more moments as I slid back down and pulled her to lay her head on my chest. “I … I liked being watched,” Kiera sheepishly admitted even though I could tell by the way she acted and how wet she had been that she had liked to be watched.

  I smiled. “It was turning me on, too.”

  She raised her head and put her chin on my chest. “Do you think that’s our kink?”

  “Maybe.” I grinned.

  “Then maybe we need to come back and see if it turns us on again? Maybe it was just the excitement of our first time.”

  “Can we without joining?”

  She shrugged. “I’ll check with Peyton. I’m sure she’ll ask me a ton of questions first thing Monday morning.”

  “Okay, so, you wanna go again before the night ends?”

  Kiera rose and straddled my hips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Kiera

  I woke with a tongue licking my clit and fingers inside o
f me. My eyes fluttered open, but I couldn’t see anything because it was dark in the room, no light shining through the cracks of the blinds. I didn’t speak—couldn’t speak as Ward continued his pleasuring on me. That was exactly what I wanted.

  I moaned, arching my back.

  “Shh, or you’re going to wake the kids,” he whispered as he lifted his head. I could just barely make out his silhouette from the glow of the clock that read 4:32. My alarm would go off in nineteen minutes, and I would hit the snooze button once.

  Instead of responding, I opened my thighs farther, and his fingers went deeper. There was no one watching us like at the club, and it showed me that we didn’t need the added pair of eyes—or more—to make my husband want me 24/7. I had hoped that going to Sensation would trigger something in him, and it seemed it had worked.

  I came with a jerk, my thighs clenching Ward’s head and my pussy pulsing around his fingers. Without any words, he rose and positioned himself on top of me and slowly sank in. At the club, we fucked in multiple positions but never missionary. Missionary was safe when it came to not making much noise, and we still got off, but it wasn’t hot like when we were at the club. Nothing had ever been close to what happened at the sex club.

  At Sensation, Ward was giving it to me hard and fast, not needing to worry that someone might hear. In fact, I thought he wanted people to hear. His face, when we saw that people were watching us, turned me on. It was the look of someone that was feral, primal, hungry. It was hot.

  Without slipping out, my husband did something he’d never done before. Taking my leg, he raised it up and turned me so I was on my side and he was behind me still inside and still thrusting. He hooked my leg over his hip, making me open more. The bed started to squeak, and Ward stilled for a moment before he began to do long, slow, thrusts. Each stroke was concentrated so the bed wouldn’t make any noise. I had to stifle my moans into the pillow because when he would go all the way in, it would hit the spot. I didn’t necessarily need hard and fast to get off, I just needed him to work me well.