Hannah felt the last of her misgivings thaw like the chill of winter with the first sign of spring warmth. Smiling, her mind clear and her heart pounding with anticipation, she nodded her head just as the elevator pinged and the doors slid open.
“But just so you know,” Mitch said as he took her hand again and led her into the elevator, his own anticipation riding high, “It’ll be my job to make you want to participate tonight.”
Oh darn
, Hannah silently moaned. She knew just how good he was at convincing her to do things, which meant her participation in public tonight was a foregone conclusion.
Chapter Fourteen
When the elevator doors swooshed open and they stepped into a large room where people were mingling or sitting on plush sofas and chairs, Hannah’s first thought was it looked like someone was hosting a party in the great room of their home. Music played softly in the background so it was easy to hear the low murmurs of conversation as well as the louder sounds of laughter. But as Mitch led her inside, she quickly noted the differences. How could she have not seen the couples having sex in a variety of positions on the long, wide padded bench against one wall first thing? Now that she has, she could distinctly hear high pitched cries and low moans of pleasure coming from those people. As they neared one seating area, the sight of Anna and Kayla sitting on their husband’s laps made her relax. It definitely helped seeing familiar faces in a room full of strangers.
“Brett, Donovan, this is Hannah.” Mitch introduced her to his friends seated on the sofa across from the wide, plush arm chair he took a seat on, pulling Hannah down on his lap.
“Hannah, you’re just as pretty as Mitch said you were. Welcome to our club.”
“Thank you, Brett,” Hannah replied as she tried to keep her eyes from wandering to that bench and the activities taking place on it. Her face heated as she couldn’t help but watch a man sink his penis into the woman seated in front of him while the man standing behind him spread his buttocks and pushed his member into the other man’s butt. “Oh, my,” she unknowingly murmured. Knowing and reading about such alternative sexual practices didn’t prepare her for the sheer eroticism of bearing witness to their lifestyle first hand.
“And just as shy,” Donovan said grinning. “I have to get creative to get Anna to blush anymore.”
Hannah quickly looked at Anna’s husband, wishing her shock and naivety weren’t so apparent. The scar that ran down Donovan’s cheek did nothing to detract from his good looks. Both men had vivid green eyes and enough of a resemblance that you could tell they were related, but where Brett’s hair was a dark, mink brown, Donovan’s sandy color was sun-streaked, making it much lighter.
“There’s a lot to blush over,” Hannah finally said in her defense.
“Don’t worry, Hannah,” Anna told her. “You’ll soon get to where these scenes won’t faze you other than to make you ready to play.”
Donovan tightened his arm around Anna and slipped his hand under her skirt. “And are you ready to play?”
Anna wrapped her hand around his thick wrist as she lifted her hips against his hand. “Can’t you tell?” she moaned then bit her lip to stifle a cry when he zeroed in on her clit.
Hannah wiggled on Mitch’s lap, felt his erection against her butt and shifted her attention off the other couples to him. Her sheath had moistened from the soft pulses of the vibrator and she was afraid there will be a telltale damp spot on her dress when she stood up. She ached to feel him inside her again, wanted to feel the soft tremors the vibrator was responsible for escalate into a body enveloping orgasm.
“Kayla tells me you’re a photographer,” Brett said as he casually lowered the thin straps of Kayla’s top, baring her breasts and her taut nipples.
Once again, she struggled not to stare when he just as casually tugged on one nipple, his eyes warm as he looked at her. “Yes, and I’m enjoying it immensely. It’s been a fun way to meet people and visit some of the more popular, scenic sights in the city.”
“Hannah’s aunt, my neighbor, has been using her social media contacts and skills to drum up business and Ethan’s been a big help in setting up her website.” Mitch kept the conversation going as he slipped his hand into his pocket and kicked the vibrator up a notch.
Hannah sucked in a breath as slightly harder pulses stimulated both her special spot and her happy button, making her tighten her legs in an effort to ease the growing ache for more. “Not fair,” she hissed under her breath.
“I never said I’d play fair, sweetheart,” he replied aloud, letting her know there’d be no hiding from her desires, or her responses tonight. “You’re not demanding we leave,” Mitch whispered in her ear. “Does that mean you want to continue?”
Her body hummed with arousal, shook with need so strong her mind couldn’t manage to hold on to her moral resistance. “Yes, I’m good with this so far.” Shifting against his hard thigh, she struggled to control the urge to climax in front of these people.
“I’m glad the kid’s making himself useful.” There was a definite note of fondness in Brett’s tone before he dipped his head and wrapped his lips around Kayla’s distended nipple.
“Is Ethan doing a good job on your lawn, Hannah?” Donovan asked her as he pushed Anna’s stretchy tube top down to reveal nipples adorned with tight metal rings, a silver chain dangling between her breasts connecting them. When he gave the chain a tug, Anna winced but it was obvious the painful pressure excited her.
Hannah swallowed to relieve her dry throat before saying as casually as possible under the circumstances, “Yes, he’s a wonderful guy and a hard worker. I’ve really enjoyed having him around.” Feeling Mitch’s penis jerk against her butt as she moved restlessly again, she could swear he had gotten even harder.
“Are you doing that on purpose? Those are clamps,” Mitch explained, not waiting for her to answer his question. Reaching up, he ran his thumb over her own distended tip, the light pressure making her wish he was touching her bare nipple despite the public venue. “They’re much tighter than the huggers you’re wearing, so they can’t be worn for long.”
“And these have been on long enough.” Donovan released one clamp and all three men chuckled sadistically as Anna cried out at the sudden rush of throbbing pain in her nipple.
Now it was Hannah’s turn to wince, especially when Donovan tightened his arm around her arms, pinning them to Anna’s sides, preventing her from easing the sudden painful ache of blood gushing to her swollen tip. But then he sucked the abused, reddened nipple between his lips, soothing it himself as the hand under her skirt moved a little faster.
As Anna cried out in climax, her hips thrusting against Donovan’s hand, Mitch said, “But as you can see, sometimes deeper pain can lead to higher pleasure. Brett, I think Hannah should see what her ass looks like when I spank her. Do you mind?”
“Of course not, anything I can do to further her education.” Brett expertly flipped Kayla face down over his lap, spreading his knees wide enough to make sure the small baby bulge she has developed didn’t press on his thighs.
“Hey!” Kayla protested with a sputtering laugh. “What if I mind?”
All three men laughed outright at that ridiculous question. “It wouldn’t matter, as you well know. Since when do you have to misbehave for me to put you over my knee?”
Brett flipped up Kayla’s skirt to reveal the flat, round base of a butt plug bisecting her cheeks. Hannah tried desperately not to blush even more at the sight of her squirming butt and that plug. Watching her good friend, Anna, climax so loudly and unabashedly had been both embarrassing and exciting. She found herself committing that deadly sin of envy again as she wondered if she would ever feel comfortable enough with herself and her sexuality, not to mention her conscience, to let go like that.
Brett landed a hard slap on his wife’s wiggling butt, one that left a bright red handprint behind and had Hannah’s core dampening even more as she vividly recalled the painful pleasure of her last spanking. She didn’t realize Mitch had slipped his hand under her dress until she felt his finger slide inside her. With Brett’s next swat, Mitch stroked her clitoris, way too softly to get her off, but enough, added to the ongoing pulses from the bullet, to have her leaning back against him with a soft moan of frustration.
“What’s wrong, Hannah?” Mitch tightened his arm under her breasts, relishing the feel of her relaxing against him for the first time since they sat down.
“Darn it, you know what’s wrong,” she whispered fiercely, her eyes still glued to Kayla’s reddening buttocks. With the two couples sitting directly across from her, it was either watch them or the people behind them indulging themselves on that padded bench that held a myriad of possible sexual positions she could never have imagined before tonight. Between the decadent sights before her and her new toys working like a charm at keeping her aroused, he managed to slip past her reticence enough to make her want to give in to the need filling her that was threatening to spiral out of control.
“Are you ready to enjoy yourself like Kayla and Anna?” he asked her as he stroked her clit a tad harder, Kayla’s high pitched cry of release adding to the sex charged atmosphere.
It was the look of pure indulgence on both Brett’s and Donovan’s faces as they watched their wives climax that tipped the scales for Hannah. “If you mean, am I ready for sex then yes, but…does it have to be right here?” Not even the erotic sight of Brett lifting Kayla and straddling her over his freed penis could entice her to join them yet. Anna went to her knees before Donovan, released his member and took him deeply into her mouth, which made Hannah’s mouth water to give Mitch that same pleasure. “Maybe we could start with that?” She nodded toward the other couple.
“I have a better idea.” Mitch knew he wouldn’t last two minutes if she wrapped those soft, plush lips around him. Picking up his small black bag that he had placed next to the chair earlier, he lifted Hannah off his aching cock and grabbed her hand.
“Where’re we going?” Hannah felt as if she could explode at any second, her senses on high alert, her body visibly shaking from the effort it took to keep from doing just that.
“Right here.” Mitch led her to the wall of windows opposite the wall length bench and slid open the door to the back deck. “It’s a little more private out here, but there’s always the chance someone will come out. Not to mention the few people already enjoying the fire pit below.”
Hannah peaked down and saw two couples completely naked and so totally engrossed in each other that they were oblivious of them.
“That’s Chuck and Kathy on the right,” Mitch told her as he held her tightly against him with one arm wrapped around her waist, his eyes on Hannah’s face instead of the goings on in the fire pit. Right now, he found her infinitely more fascinating to watch than them. “They’ve been happily married for over twenty years, are good friends of Brett’s and come here periodically to spice up their sex life. They like people to watch them.”
“And does it? Spice up their lives?”
“Well, they have been happily married for over twenty years, faithfully so from what I’ve been told and seen. It seems to work for them.”
Even if she had been so inclined, Hannah couldn’t judge them for that or find fault with their actions. In fact, she discovered she found herself admiring them for finding such a creative way to add spice and fun to their marriage.
“The other man joined the club a few months ago. His name is Jason and the woman he’s fucking is about as green as you. He’s taken on her tutoring and this is only Diana’s second night here.”
“He must know what he’s doing.” From the sound of Diana’s cries as she gripped her ankles while Jason pounded into her from behind while standing right in front of the other couple, Hannah guessed the younger girl was fitting in nicely.
“He does, and so do I.” Mitch slid under her hair and deftly unhooked her top. His arms came around her and his hands were there to catch her breasts as they spilled free. “I want these off.” He didn’t want anything to impede the feel of her flesh under his hands. With a quick snap, both nipple huggers came loose and fell into his hands. Slipping them in his pocket, he ran his thumb over the control for her vibrator and raised the intensity another notch.
“Oh God, Mitch,” Hannah gasped, laying her head back against his rock hard chest and closing her eyes against the rioting sensations bombarding her from her tortured nipples to her neglected vagina.
“That’s it, Hannah. Don’t think about anything except this.” He grabbed her nipples and twisted them before pulling them straight out. Her breasts bounced when he let go and he could feel the shudder that swept through her. “Bend over,” he instructed. Keeping her on edge seems to have worked in lowering her inhibitions because she obeyed him without a hitch even though she had opened her eyes and was once again gazing upon the four people below.
The wood rail felt hard but smooth as Hannah bent over and Mitch arranged her breasts to dangle down over it. The people below were still too engrossed with each other to notice them, but at any moment their attention could be diverted by the sight of her breasts pointing down at them. Surprisingly, that possibility aroused her more than embarrassed her and when Mitch lifted her dress and draped it over her back, she felt nothing but a surge of lust so strong it threatened to topple her over the rail. Of course, the stronger vibrations in her happy place might have something to do with it.
“You like it out here, don’t you, sweetheart?” Mitch asked as he pulled the lube and new butt plug from his bag.
“Yes, it’s…exciting in a way I can’t explain.”
“You don’t have to explain, just enjoy. Take a deep breath and brace yourself,” was all the warning he gave her before slowly pushing two then three lubed fingers between her buttocks and past her tight sphincter.
She had barely done as he said when she felt him penetrate her back hole. Her heightened state of arousal helped her accept him there again and her newly awakened nerve endings helped keep her arousal escalated as he explored her anus as thoroughly as he did her vagina. He went deep, left no part of her untouched as he coated every inch of her forbidden channel with the slick ointment.