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STORY EXCERPT
There was already one car parked in the lot outside the club when they arrived.
Derrick chuckled. “Good ole Jenny.”
“Who’s she?” Mel asked.
“She’s a gift from heaven,” Marcia said. “She’s our head volunteer, and she’s amazing. We couldn’t run this place as easily as we do without her. She can’t be here every weekend, but she helps organize all the volunteer schedules so we know we have plenty of help every week. And she helps out at several of the coffee times and munches as either a host or making sure she goes to talk about the club and our events to help bring newbies into our 101 classes.”
Derrick unlocked the office door. The lights were on, but no one was inside. He stayed behind in the office while Marcia led Mel inside. They found Jenny in the main space, in the kitchen area, organizing and arranging things for the evening.
Marcia made the introductions. “Jenny, this is our friend, Mel. She’s going to be staying with us for a while, and she’s going to help out here, too, starting out here, first. She’s completely new to the lifestyle.”
Jenny brightened. “Nice to meet you!” Mel loved the collar the woman wore around her neck, a piece of iridescent, round metal rod with a ring in the front. “Has she filled out paperwork?”
“She did the last time she was here. She sat in on my 101 class.”
“Okay. So let’s go get you a volunteer badge and I’ll show you from the ground up.”
“Jenny’s a taskmaster,” Marcia playfully called out behind them.
“And you love it, ma’am,” Jenny called back.
“Didn’t say I didn’t.”
Mel chuckled. The playful, light, airy feel to their banter was such a relief from the heavy cloak of seriousness she normally felt at home.
When was the last time she and Mike had joked around? About anything?
Never.
The rare occasion she could pry him out of the house to go out to eat, all he wanted to do was listen to the radio. If she tried to hold a conversation with him, she got one-word replies back, if she was lucky.
Holy crap, my life is fucked up.
Jenny got Mel a volunteer badge and started showing her the computer system while Derrick shuffled a few chairs outside, presumably for smokers. Mel tried to focus on what Jenny was showing her, but one thought kept intruding.
She was done waiting around for Mike. It was a quiet certainty in her, not a still vaguely possible outcome.
She knew she’d be filing for divorce, as soon as she could.
She needed to make her life happen. And she was the only one who could do that. For too damn long, she’d let her life be dictated by what she thought a “good” wife “should” do.
Those days were over. If Mike had even been willing to make a few small changes, she wouldn’t be at this point. If he made her feel like he still loved her.
If he made her feel like she wasn’t alone.
How long was she supposed to keep trying and beating her head against a stone wall of resistance, of a man who had outright said he had absolutely no desire to change and thought there was nothing wrong with their marriage?
Life was too short.
At dinner, Mel had learned about a past friend of Derrick and Marcia’s—and friend to many there at the table—who had passed away not too long ago. Basco had been young, only a couple of years older than her.
She didn’t want to realize she was about to die and had wasted her precious time on the planet.
Maybe eventually she’d find out BDSM wasn’t for her. She didn’t know. From Marcia’s class, she learned there was a wide variety of participation levels and types of play. It intrigued her, and she was done with not doing things because of Mike.
She wanted to explore. She wanted to learn. She’d felt…stagnant for so long, she needed to free herself from the mental and emotional mire.
If nothing else, she wanted some damn friends who liked to laugh, and these people fit the bill quite well.
ADULT EXCERPT
There she stood, every inch of her gorgeous rounded curves completely exposed and bare to them. Her hazel gaze was now on the front of his shorts, which he realized were painfully tented by his erection.
Yes, he’d seen her naked before plenty of times.
This was different.
This was just the three of them, alone, at home.
And she wanted to be theirs.
Carl stood and leaned over, catching her hand and drawing her close.
“Put your hands at your side and keep them there,” Carl ordered.
She did.
He leaned in and engulfed one pink, peaked nipple in his mouth, making her moan.
Okay then.
Don leaned in and sucked her other nipple into his mouth, her responding moan to that only hardening his cock to an epically painful level he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager.
He reached between her legs with one finger, sucking a little harder on her nipple when she spread her legs more for him, rewarding her with tracing his finger over the tip of her swollen clit before easily sliding inside her wet pussy.
He suspected too much would make her blow, and if she was going to blow, he wanted their cocks inside her when she did.
If she really was theirs now, and wanted to be theirs, they were going to break her in right, by god, and make sure—unlike her ex—that she had absolutely no reason to go anywhere else.
He released her nipple and stood nose-to-nose with her, his lips almost on hers, his finger still inside her pussy. “A good girl likes it when her Sirs fuck her, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell us what you want, then.”
Her gaze never left his. “I want to be your good girl. Both of you. I want to belong to you both. I want to feel both your cocks inside me.”
They’d discussed this as a possibility when they’d talked limits once, but hadn’t gotten into it specifically because, hell, at that time, they weren’t even having sex.
“Then we’ll need to get a butt plug worked up into our girl’s sweet, virgin ass before that can happen. And you’ll be sucking our cocks, keeping them hard, while your ass gets used to it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Don leaned his head back, pulling in the reins. “If there’s anything you don’t want to happen, you say red, just like at the club. Anything. Whether sex or play.”
“I know, Sir.”
Fuck. It didn’t help that every time she said Sir, it made his cock throb.
“Then you need to say it so we know you mean it and aren’t just caught up in this.”
“I want to go to sleep tonight with you two having fucked every hole I have and made me come harder than I ever have in my life. And if that means I swallow a few loads from both of you, even better.”
Holy…fuuuck…
Carl released her other nipple. “Then I suggest we move this to a bedroom before I come in my swim trunks right here and make that a moot point.”
Don pulled his finger from her pussy and her lips opened as he touched it to them. She sucked his finger into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around it in a way that nearly made him come.
“How long has it been since you gave a blow job, baby?” he hoarsely asked.
She released his finger. “Too damn long. FYI, I love giving head.”
Carl stood and climbed out of the hot tub. “Thank god your ex is the dumbest fucking man on the face of the planet.” He swatted her on the ass. “Middle of Don’s bed. Right now. Grab a couple of towels on your way there. Be waiting on your hands and knees.”
She ran to do it.
Carl and Don watched her go. Carl turned to him and dropped his voice. “This going to be okay?”
Don nodded. “Yeah.”
“You sure? Because I don’t want to fuck up my friendship with you over this.”
“She wants both of us, then I’m willing to share her if you are. As long as we can both get alone time with her every so often.”
They stared at each other for a moment.
“This could be for life,” Carl said.
Don nodded. “I know. That’s what I’m hoping.”
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