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Wyatt sits on the loveseat across from them, and as I lower myself to the cushion beside him, I lean over and whisper, “How could you tell?”
“Tell what?” he asks, still shell-shocked apparently from the hallway conversation.
“That I have a plug in my ass.” I sit carefully and let myself enjoy it, letting out a tiny groan of pleasure instead of holding back like I’ve done all night.
“Um, well… I mean, I…”
I grin, knowing that I’ve reduced this audacious man to stutters. “It doesn’t really matter, I guess. I was just curious.”
Wyatt nods, and then Mel clears her throat, pulling our attention away from each other.
“Okay, it’s time to come clean. What the fuck happened down there?” Alex asks Mel.
“Well… a lot, honestly,” she answers.
“We went to a kink resort,” I say.
Wyatt’s head spins towards me, and I catch it in my peripheral vision. Turning my head, I nod in his direction. “Yep.”
“On purpose?” he asks me.
“Yep,” I repeat.
“Well, holy shit,” Alex says, sinking further back into the sofa.
Mel takes one last sip of wine and sets the glass on the console table behind her. “It was really, really fun.”
Alex’s body stays eerily still, but I watch as his eyes track her body. My cock chubs up in my pants, and I can’t help it. I have to ask.
“How long have you wanted to fuck my wife?”
He locks eyes with me, not saying a word, and then he turns to Wyatt. There must be some sort of silent signal passed between the two of them because Alex takes a deep breath and exhales before sitting up and answering me. “Probably as long as my husband has wanted to fuck you.”
Shocked, Mel and I don’t speak for at least sixty seconds, and it gives the other two the wrong idea.
“And, we’ll just be leaving,” Alex says, standing from the couch.
“Tell the boys we love them,” Wyatt says, joining him.
“No, wait,” I say, chuckling and jumping up and wrapping my hand around Wyatt’s forearm. “Wait,” I repeat.
Mel stands up, completing the small circle we’ve made around the coffee table. “Sorry. You just caught us by surprise. We’re, um… well, we explored things that excited us in Mexico. Things that would seem strange to others, probably to most, but we like them.”
“Things like what?” Alex asks.
“Things like swinging,” Mel answers.
Alex shifts his weight. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Oh.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What else?” Wyatt asks, pointedly staring at me.
“Might as well tell them, baby. We’ve already come this far.”
I hesitated, seeming to do that quite a bit in the last handful of minutes. “I watched while four men formed a fellatio train in Mexico,” I blurt, stopping abruptly, but one glance at Mel pushes me to finish my statement. “And I’m still mad I didn’t get to try it myself.”
Chapter 9
