And why not watch me, the biggest star in this room? Lana reveled in that as she flung her head back on the couch and bucked her hips against her husband’s fingers, each one three knuckles deep.
“My beautiful wife,” Ken purred, Lana coming down from her ecstatic high. “Everyone else thinks you’re beautiful too.”
Damn, he always knew exactly what to say.
“Now give me these back, Bunny.” Ken shook his fingers inside her, showing her how tight it was around them. “I need them, and you’re about to snap them off.”
She laughed, exhausted. “You would deserve it. I want to keep them inside me forever.”
“My fingers, but not my cock?”
“There is a lot to say about a man’s fingers, Kenny.”
“They don’t come, though.”
Typical man, always thinking about the cum-shot. “Even so, I don’t think I would mind hanging on to these for a while.”
Nevertheless, Lana attempted to relax, releasing her hold on Ken’s hand and letting him have all five fingers back. He gave her a mild punishment by inserting the wettest finger into her mouth, letting her suck it until she could no longer taste herself on him.
Meanwhile, she left her legs spread open. Who knew? Maybe someone liked what they saw.
“Have I called you beautiful yet today?”
“Yes, baby.”
Ken wrapped an arm around her midsection, letting his wet fingers linger on her silky blouse. “I’ll keep calling you beautiful until you’re not anymore. But not only do I think that’s impossible, but I would lie anyway. You deserve to feel beautiful every day of your life, Lana.”
He sounded so sweet that Lana allowed herself to turn into a puddle of mush.
“You sweet talker.” She sounded drunk. She felt drunk. Between the sex and the audience, Lana was liable to pass out on the couch for the rest of the night. Now, if only she were allowed to actually do that… “I need to go wash up.” Lana found the strength within her to stand, pull down her skirt, and walk away from her dirty husband. He watched her head toward the women’s restroom with a look that said she was more than welcome to finish him off when she got back. I might. Lana would prefer some actual intercourse in a private room, but she wasn’t above giving her husband head before they headed home and had round two in their own room.
She found Elle standing in front of the bathroom mirror, sprucing up her makeup. “My favorite person,” she chirped. “You’re positively glowing. Let me guess. He went down on you during that show?”
“Close.” Lana joined her friend at the sink and washed her hands. “Pussy pounding from the brother of the finger wearing his wedding band. And the middle one, I suppose.”
“Good shit. Sorry I missed it.”
Lana dried off her hands and leaned against the counter. “Still time for you to join us. My husband could use some disciplining, and I’m a bit worn out right now.” Lana grinned. “How about you spank his naughty ass and I jerk him off. He’ll love that.”
Elle rolled her eyes. “Thanks. But I found me a date out there. I plan on spanking some other man’s ass tonight. Tell your husband I send my sincerest apologies.”
“Oh? Anyone I know?”
“Honestly?” Elle stood up straight, finished with her touch ups. “Probably. Is there any regular here you don’t know?”
“Not really. Even if I don’t like the person, I’ve probably learned everything there is to know about them. Or fucked them.”
“You’re crazy. I can’t imagine screwing as many people as you have after saying wedding vows.”
“Honey, that shit was written into our vows. My mother nearly had a heart attack.”
“I bet she did.” Grinning, Elle headed toward the restroom door and offered to open it for her friend. “Go take care of your husband’s blue balls. I’ve got some of my own to tend to. Heh, not my own…”
“Uh huh.” The moment Elle disappeared back into the club, Lana picked a bathroom stall and finished cleaning up.
She returned to the club expecting to find her husband talking to someone, since the man gabbed more than any woman Lana knew. She just wasn’t expecting the exact person she found sitting on the couch with Ken, in the very spot Lana occupied only a few minutes ago.