Afterparty: The Complete Series: Open Relationships Aren't For Everyone...

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Afterparty: The Complete Series

Open Relationships Aren't For Everyone...

by Whitney Argento

Copyright 2014, 2015 Whitney Argento

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Book Design by Whitney Argento

Cover Image
"Gemma"
, Copyright 2013,
Lies Thru a Lens
, cropped and altered from original, used under a
Creative Commons 2.0 Attribution License
.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This story is erotic fiction and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. It includes sexual themes, explicit language, and explicit descriptions of m/m sex. IT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS, 18+ ONLY.

SATURDAY

"Are you having a good time?"

Catelyn jerked and nearly dropped her glass.

She'd been so busy watching her husband Aaron chat up William's wife Olivia that she hadn't heard William approach.

She turned to see him lounging next to her with a beer in his hand. William was smiling, tall, lanky, with short dark hair and hazel eyes.

"What? Oh. Yes, I am." She nodded at her husband and William's wife. "Looks like those two have hit it off."

William followed her gaze, then nodded. "Yeah, they have. She likes him a lot. He's an interesting guy."

"That's... that's really great." Catelyn knocked back the rest of her drink, then set the empty glass on the hall table next to her.

They were at Barnaby and Janet Spencer's enormous house. The couple had thrown a wrap party for Choose Your Weapon, an independent movie they'd just finished filming. William and Aaron were cameramen, William's wife Olivia was an actress, and Catelyn was the still photographer. 

William produced another drink for her from behind his back. Catelyn blinked in surprise.

"Bourbon on the rocks, right?"

"That's exactly right. Thank you." She accepted the drink and took a big gulp, then licked her lips. "Sorry." She put the cool side of the glass against her cheek. She felt flushed. "I drink too much when I'm nervous."

William tilted his head. "Nervous? What's to be nervous about? The film's done, everything's in the can, it's up to the editors now. More work for Aaron, I suppose."

"Yeah, I'm not nervous about that, I just don't do all that well in crowds."

The makeup and effects crew were dancing in the middle of the living room. Aaron and Olivia were sitting on a loveseat, deep in conversation. The two producers were hanging out with some of the volunteers and support staff. Catelyn had found a spot near the stairs to stand and look casual and drink and try to pretend she wasn't staring at her husband who was chatting with a very pretty woman. 

"I'm not much of a big crowd guy either." William blew out a breath. "It's pretty warm in here. You want to get some air?"

"Sure."

Instead of taking her right, toward the front door, he led her left, up the stairs. Catelyn hesitated, since "air" usually meant the front porch, but she followed anyway.

There were several doors in the upstairs hallway, and William moved confidently to one at the end. Catelyn followed, took another sip of her drink, and felt the dizziness she always did when she left the noise and heat of a party for the bathroom. The quiet and stillness underscored the degree of her inebriation. 

He opened the door and gestured for her to enter. "After you."

It was a bedroom, dark and cool.

Catelyn hesitated on the threshold. "Maybe we should go back to the party."

William entered the room, crossed it, opened the window. There was an ottoman next to it. A cool breeze fluttered the curtains.

"Come on. I would have taken you outside, but there are lots of smokers out there, and I don't like the smell."

She came in slowly, leaving the door open. He grinned and she could see his teeth flash in the darkness. "Close the door."

She hesitated, hand on the knob.

William gestured. "Come on, don't let all the heat in the house out."

She closed it, then lingered by the door, feeling irrationally skittish. This was stupid. She knew William, knew he was a good guy...

"I don't bite." He patted the ottoman. "Come sit."

She approached him, taking another sip of her bourbon. Fuck she was drunk. She'd had too much. Time to slow down, switch to water, maybe check if Aaron was ready to go home. 

She sank onto the ottoman next to William and realized how much her whole body hurt, and she sighed. The shoot had been a grueling three months, during which she'd constantly been running, or standing, or crouching, staying out of the way and snapping still photos. 

William's large hands dropped on her shoulders and started gently massaging her. 

Her chin dropped to her chest and she groaned. "Oh God that hurts and feels good at the same time, don't stop."

William's thumbs eased over the small muscles in her shoulders and back. "You are very, very tense. Come on now, you need to relax. Time to let loose a little, huh?"

She sighed. "I won't let loose until Aaron does."

"I'm pretty sure he's doing so right now."

She snorted involuntary laughter. "With your wife? Aren't you a bit concerned by that?"

William kept rubbing her shoulders, letting his left hand slide down her back, fingertips moving in small circles over her spine, down toward her waist. His right hand rubbed her trapezius muscles. 

"We have an agreement, she and I, about that sort of thing."

"Mm." Catelyn kept her head down. William's hands felt large, strong, and very good, and she was hardly hearing what he said. His voice was a pleasant low rumble in her ear.

Aaron had been considerably more stressed than she'd been throughout the shoot. She'd frequently massaged and soothed him but hadn't asked for the same in return. William was rubbing a good three months worth of tension out of her.

His hands moved to rub up and down her ribcage. "I think you should lie down on the bed. It'll make it easier for me to do this."

She stiffened a little at his suggestion and William laughed. "C'mon, this is a bad angle for me."

Catelyn felt a little silly for assuming. William was married and his wife was beautiful, gorgeous really, and he was just being very kind to her.

She rose. "Are you sure you don't mind?" She felt and heard her spine crackle.

"It sounds like you really need it," William said wryly. "Come on. The whole point of the party is to unwind. Now kick those boots off and lie down and let me get to work," he ordered. 

"Yes sir." Catelyn sat meekly on the edge of the queen-sized bed and pulled off her boots. She dropped them on the floor, then carefully pulled herself up on the bed, on her belly. She crossed her arms under her chin and looked at him. "You really don't have to do this."

William sat next to her and she rolled toward him a bit as the weight of his body moved the mattress. He put one hand flat on her back and smoothed it over her, and she sighed. 

"Yes, I think I do. And I'm thinking I do because you're never thinking of yourself, are you?" He moved his hands in slow, hypnotic circles over her back.

His fingers trailed up and down, and her eyelids fluttered involuntarily.

"It's no good to not take care of yourself. Now shut your eyes and be quiet."

She obeyed.

While her eyes were closed, William pulled his phone out of his pocket, hit the camera button, positioned it on the nightstand behind a lamp with practiced swiftness, and settled back on the bed beside her.

William began at her neck this time. He pushed her long dark hair away, taking a moment to run his fingers through its length before setting it aside, then placed his hands on the nape of her neck, gently moving his fingertips around each vertebrae, working his way down. He moved over her traps to her shoulders, one hand on each shoulder, smoothing and rolling the muscle under his long fingers. "You're very strong, aren't you," he observed.

"Mmm," was all she could say. 

"I feel a lot of muscle here." He moved his hands a little lower, over her shoulder blades. "A lot here, too. All of it's very tight. Take a deep breath, relax."

The bourbon and the darkness, the cool of the room, the softness of the bed, the warmth of William's hands, the strength in his fingers, all came together to make Catelyn a pleasant combination of sleepy and aroused. She'd think about this later. Next time she had some alone time with her vibrator, she'd be replaying this innocent massage.

William's hands moved lower, past her shoulder blades to her ribcage. He leant closer as he did so, and she could feel him nosing the nape of her neck, could feel his breath against her skin, could hear him inhaling deeply, smelling her.

This was going a bit beyond a friendly massage, but his hands on her back felt so damn good... she said nothing, just lay with her eyes closed, feeling strain and tension from the film shoot drain from her body, feeling a very different, pleasant kind of tension replace it. 

William's hands shifted down past her ribcage to her waist, moving slowly up and down, tracing her shape. 

"You have a very nice figure," William observed, his mouth next to her ear. She swallowed and heard her throat click.

"I've been watching you during the entire shoot. Very fit, very strong. I wondered how all that muscle might feel under my hands..."

She said nothing, wondering if this was the moment she should end this. He was probably a little drunk, probably not thinking straight...

His hands moved lower, starting to rub where her lower back and glutes connected, working towards the large muscles in her butt. Catelyn moved to protest. "Hey now..." 

"This is the root of back tension," William said in a reasonable tone, cutting her short. "I need to rub here or everything I did before is wasted."

She hesitated. 

"It'll make you melt," he promised, and out of the corner of her eye she could see his friendly grin, his pleasant open face. She'd had three months to get to know him and he'd never done anything untoward in that time...

"...Alright."

"You won't regret it." His hands moved with firm, almost professional pressure over her ass, and she felt waves of relief wash through the whole of her body. At the same time she felt that other, different, pleasurable tension, that coiled spring of arousal in her, tightening and tightening... 

His hands were on the big muscles in her thighs when he said, "You really should turn over so I can get the front of your legs."

She thought of Aaron and felt a little stab of guilt. "Maybe I should go back down to the party. Aaron is probably wondering where I am."

"Oh, I doubt it." William was turning her, his hands on her hips, rolling her over on the bed. The cool breeze from the window, the softness of the bed, the warmth of William's hands, the faint smell of his cologne, the pleasant tang of beer on his breath... Catelyn let her eyes slide closed, let William handle her however he saw fit. All of her muscles felt loose and relaxed for the first time in months.

"I think Aaron is probably occupied with my wife right now."

His hands were working up her thighs when his words registered.

Catelyn tried to sit up and William gently put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. "Now now, no moving around. Let me do my work."

She stared up at the ceiling, wincing a bit as his left thumb found a tender spot in her thigh. "What do you mean, occupied with your wife?"

William slid his palms up her thighs to the waistband of her jeans. "Very nice," he murmured, looking at his hands on her hips. He raised his eyes to Catelyn's. "I mean she and I have an understanding, I think you call it an open relationship."

She tried to get up again and William moved his body over hers, trapping her in near slow motion. She felt her breath quicken. She could feel the heat from his body in sharp contrast to the cool air from the window and she wanted nothing more than to pull him down to her, feel his weight on her, pushing her into the bed, keeping her immobile.

He grinned down at her. "I see you like this game," he murmured. "Is it true what they say, that it's a secret fantasy for many women to let the man take control in bed?"

She tried again to get up, but sitting up meant she had to press against him.

When she rose up off the bed he caught her chin in his hand and kissed her, a lazy, slow kiss, his tongue lightly sliding between her parted lips and grazing her teeth. She gasped into his mouth, tasting beer and a pleasant sweetness, and he pushed her back on the bed, still kissing her.

He brought one hand to her chin, keeping her head still and her mouth captive, letting his free hand wander down, tracing her neck, her collarbone, sliding down her sternum between her breasts.