Day, Xondra - Our Dirty Little Secret (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (21 page)

Again, he swallowed hard as he watched her move slowly, her pink cunt now exposed to him. She traced one finger across her slick lips and then brought it down to her pussy.

“
Don
’
t be afraid, touch me right here.
”
She reached out and guided his hand down.
“
That
’
s it, rub right there. Can you feel that?
”

He nodded.

Underneath his fingertips, he could feel a hard nub, and when he pressed hard against it, rubbing, Mysti tossed back her head and let out a deep sigh.

“
Are you sure you haven
’
t done this before?
”
she asked, her eyes half-shut. She bit down on her bottom lip.
“
You have magical fingers. Now, keep doing that with your forefinger and slide the middle one inside my pussy.
”

Mike leaned in close between her legs, and he could smell her scent, light yet musky. His cock hardened and throbbed, which surprised him, and at this moment as he jammed one finger inside her hot tunnel, he couldn
’
t help but wonder what it would feel like to have her wrapped around his cock.

Leaning in even further, he stuck out his tongue and then ran it around her swollen lips, tasting her on his finger as he withdrew it and jammed two inside her, causing her to cry out.

“
Fuck!
”

He smirked as she clutched at the blankets under them.
“
Am I doing good?
”

“
God, yes.
”

Using two fingers, he spread her lips and dove in deep with his tongue, his thumb now manipulating her clit. She rocked against him, thrusting her pussy against his eager mouth.

“
Oh my, that
’
s just so fucking delicious. Tongue my cunt, eat me, baby!
”

Not daring to stop, Mike unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Stroking it, he never missed a lap with his tongue.

He jumped when someone banged on the outside of the van.
Damn it!

Mysti struggled to pull a blanket over her, and in one hard movement, he tumbled from the bed to the floor. Thankfully he didn
’
t have far to fall.

“
Who is it?
”
he yelled, annoyance coursing through his voice along with a slight bout of anger.

“
Man, I saw you come out here and get in there.
”
It was Jesse, one of his friends.
“
We
’
re getting the hell out of here. This party is fucking lame.
”

He looked at Mysti, who had managed to pull on her shorts. She dismissed him with one hand.
“
Go, the mood’s gone anyway.
”

“
But?
”

“
I
’
ll see ya around.
”
She winked, a sly smile on her lips.
“
Hopefully you learned something.
”

And that was that. His first and only experience with a female was over.

Later that month, he
’
d heard that Mysti had moved on. He never saw her again.

Chapter Ten

Ann was amused and flattered. Mike had been looking at her as he massaged her feet. At first she didn
’
t quite know what had taken place between them. But when he turned scarlet red and averted his eyes from her, she almost giggled, figuring she must have flashed him just a little.

“
Those steaks must be ready by now,
”
she declared, standing, going to Jeff. She looked back at Mike and cast him a sheepish grin. She slid an arm around Jeff
’
s waist.
“
Yup, they look done to me.
”

“
I just need to add more sauce and they should be done. You could set the table inside. There are too many flies to eat out here,
”
said Jeff, waving one hand in the air around his head.
“
Darned pests!
”

“
I
’
ll get right on it,
”
said Ann. Passing Mike, she winked at him before slipping inside the cottage. She then backed up, leaning outside with one hand bracing the door
’
s frame.
“
Care to help?
”
she asked.

“
Sure thing,
”
replied Mike.
“
Anything to be of help.
”

Perhaps in more ways than was implied.
She could always blame her naughty behavior on the alcohol, even though she hadn
’
t drank much so far.

“
The potato salad
’
s in the refrigerator,
”
she said, watching as Mike fetched it, placing it on the table.

He looked up at her.
“
I guess we
’
ll need plates and cutlery.
”

It was a stupid comment, one that made her think he was trying to create conversation.
God, he was so freaking handsome!

“
Yes, I think so. Mike
…
can I ask you a question?
”

He nodded.
“
Sure, anything.
”

“
Great. Were you looking at me out there?
”
She paused, waiting for his response.

“
Looking at you? I don
’
t know what you mean. I had to look at you, at least your feet while I was massaging him.
”

“
Of course
…
I just thought I would ask.
”

“
Ann, you
’
re an attractive woman. If I was looking at you in a favorable way, would that offend you?
”

“
No, of course not. But you
’
re gay
…
right?
”
Gay men didn
’
t look at women like he had looked at her.

“
Bisexual,
”
he replied, correcting her.
“
And I thought we all talked through that.
”

“
We did.
”
She suddenly felt stupid and lame for stirring the conversation between them. Did she really need to fish for compliments to make herself feel appealing? Was this some crazy part of her impending midlife crisis?
“
I
’
m sorry. Forget I asked.
”

“
Steaks are done,
”
announced Jeff. He placed a platter on the table and with one hand gave a dramatic gesture to showcase them.
“
Voilà!
”

“
Great.
”
Ann was relieved for Jeff
’
s presence.
“
Let
’
s eat before it gets cold.
”

* * * *

He needed another beer.

With darkness surrounding the cottage, Jeff, along with Ann and Mike, settled in for the night.

With Ann at his side and Mike sitting across from him in the living room, his mind now spun with images that he
’
d much rather forget but couldn
’
t.

“
Let
’
s play a game,
”
said Ann. She stood, and with both hands planted on her hips, looked to him and then Mike.
“
Are you both up for it?
”

“
Depends,
”
said Mike.

“
Oh, be adventurous. We
’
re all adults here.
”

Jeff could tell that his wife was just about drunk. She wasn
’
t much of a drinker, but when she indulged, look out. She also became more
…
open.
“
What did you have in mind, Ann?
”
he questioned, downing the last of his beer.

“
Well, since turning forty, I
’
ve been a bit nostalgic,
”
she said, sitting down again.
“
How about a game of truth or dare? You know, like we played when we were teens.
”

“
I know the game. But I never played it.
”
Mike stood.
“
Another beer, drink
…
anyone?
”