“Or maybe I’ll do it first. Push this girl over and come all over her skin. Would you like to see that?”
“I want to see whatever you want, dearest.”
“Hmph.”Lana shook him off her and stood. “Cover yourself up, Kitty,” she said to Grace. “Before you make my husband pop.”
“I would never.”
“You would,” Lana snapped. “I wouldn’t hold it against you, though. Just save one for me.”
Grace pulled her bust up and led her patrons from the Receiving Room. The staircase was only a few feet away, and by the time they reached the second floor, Ken already had his arm completely around Lana’s torso.
“Show at ten,” he muttered, nodding toward an open door.
He wasn’t kidding. There, on full display, was another young woman tied up in her bed, a man in a black mask smacking a crop against her pussy and forcing orgasms out of her. Did he pay extra to keep her door open? A man after Lana’s exhibitionist heart.
Grace waited outside her room, smiling as she unlocked the door. “For you two, I’ll leave the door open for no extra charge.”
“That’s right, sweetie,” Lana said, putting her hand on Grace’s shoulder and teasing her cheek with hot breath. Feeling this woman, who couldn’t be more than fifteen years her junior, shudder beneath her stature made Lana wetter. “You don’t charge us for lots of shit you should. I bet your madam loves that.”
Grace held a finger to her lips. “What Madam Monica doesn’t know…”
“Don’t be coy, Kitten.” Ken helped himself into the bedroom. “We know there are cameras in here. Why do you think my wife always gets fucked in the same spot?” He stopped in front of Grace’s king-sized bed. “She wants to make sure the cameras capture her best angle.”
“It’s true. In another life I would’ve been a porn star.” Probably.
The door was closed behind them. The moment it latched, Lana drew Grace into her arms and kissed her pretty lips.
“That didn’t take long,” Ken said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He removed his jacket and tossed it onto the nearest bench. “You have a good appetite tonight, Wife.”
Lana let her lips linger on Grace’s before shoving her back. “I bet you’d like to watch me with her, huh?” She yanked one of the dress straps down Grace’s arm, a hint of those nipples – hard, this time – coming into view.
“I don’t mind watching you fuck almost anyone.”
That was a lie. They joked that Ken was omnisexual, but he still got his rocks off hardest over two women going at it. He may have picked out Grace because he knew his wife would like her, but it wasn’t like Ken didn’t like her either. He often dropped hints that he liked watching them have fun together. At least I know what to get him for his birthday. Earlier that year she treated her husband to a full lesbian Dom/sub show, complete with strap-on in every hole it could go. Grace earned her session bonus ten times over that night.
“At least our kitty is hot.” Lana finished undressing their mistress, not surprised to find no underwear on the girl. When the dress dropped to the floor, Grace was completely naked, her flat, toned stomach the envy of the one other woman in the room. It just makes me want to fuck her harder. No. Not tonight.
Lana had other plans.
She looked at her husband, who watched in mild amusement. Fuck this harlot. She said as much with her narrow eyes, burrowing deep into Ken’s wide ones. I wanna see you fuck her until you nearly come.
Such thoughts had swam in Lana’s head since the last time she drank on her office floor, wondering if her husband was banging the maid behind his wife’s back. It would be easy enough to do in their big home. Chloe had full run, being the only full-time maid they employed. The amount of opportunities Ken had to lure the girl away, lift her skirt, and fuck her were numerous.
Yet Lana didn’t consider herself a jealous woman. She couldn’t be, with the kind of marriage she had. Ken fucked other people in front of her. She fucked other people in front of him. Sometimes even in public, although they preferred to keep it private. Everyone knew that Ken and Lana Andrews flirting with them meant they were interested in some group fun. It’s one of the reasons I married him. Lana couldn’t be confined to one man for the rest of her life. She needed to flirt, to grab, and to even full-on sexually satisfy and be satisfied by other men from time to time. Women, too. She was hesitant to label herself bisexual since she had no interest in a serious relationship with a woman like she did with men, but it was true. Women like Grace aroused her.