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Another sitting area has three women all over a man. One sucks his dick. Another stands behind him, rubbings his shoulders. And the third strips slowly while keeping her eyes locked on his.
Tynan asks, "Is this what ya wanted to see, Maeve? All these lewd acts?"
I turn to him and see the hint of excitement in his eyes. I admit, "Yea, it is. Most of all, I wanted to see ya in this environment."
A hint of surprise flashes across his expression. "Why is that?"
I shrug and quickly swallow a large mouthful of champagne. Then I answer, "I don't know. Maybe to get a glimpse into your life."
"This was my life before ya," he claims.
Several people come to sit in chairs near us. One of the men says, "Tynan, you're back."
Tynan nods. "Aye. I am. This is my wife, Maeve."
The man glances at me in surprise. "Wife?"
Tynan grips my hip possessively. "Aye."
"Congratulations."
"Aye. Nobody approaches or touches her. Ya understand?"
The man nods. "No problem. I'll make sure everyone knows."
"Good. You do that," Tynan declares.
The man rises.
A woman whines, "Where are you going, Paddy?"
"I'll be back," he answers, then disappears.
She sits on the couch, staring at us. Tynan points at her, demanding, "Go to the other sitting area."
I almost scold him for being rude to her.
She pouts but gets up and moves.
Tynan keeps me close to him as several others fill the chairs around us. It's not long before the sounds of people playing with each other fill the air.
I keep my eyes locked on Tynan.
He asks, "Are ya ready to go?"
I put my champagne flute down and grab his whiskey tumbler. I set it next to the flute and then I kiss him.
He kisses me back, and his large hand strokes my almost bare back.
When I retreat, I'm breathless. I turn on his lap, staring at the scene in front of me. The women are all naked. Some of the men too.
I realize the crowd is watching us and getting off on it. I turn back to Tynan in alarm. "Why is everyone staring at us?"
His jaw twitches. He says in a low voice, "Because word's gotten around that you're my wife. Now, are ya ready to go?" He gives me his challenging stare.
He did this on purpose to get me to leave.
A debate occurs in my mind.
