“The other half…” she mused aloud.
“The other half, yes,” he bit back impatiently. “And quit stalling; it’s going to be dark soon.”
Jocelyn thought for a minute, trying to decide which words to use. “I was pissed,” she finally blurted out. “Pissed at you, passionately pissed,” she added for emphasis.
“Thank you,” he replied. He finally turned enough to look at her. There was the same amused expression on his face that she’d seen when he caught her in bed with Alex. “I just wanted you to admit it,” he went on. “Does clear the air, don’t you think?” He stood up and moved back to the horses as if the conversation were over.
“That’s all you’re going to say?” she looked aghast as she watched him mount Brutus.
“What else is there to say?” he said. “I bailed on our vacation. You were feeling lonely so you have a fling with a girlfriend. How could I feel bad about that?”
All she could do was stare at him, eyes fixed on his impassive face, while he maintained that ridiculous hint of a smirk. It was as bad as if he’d slapped her face. She couldn’t believe that he would reduce this down to something so simple.
“So?” She wanted more.
“So what?”
“Couldn’t you at least tell me what you thought seeing the two of us curled up together?” She hoisted herself into Blue’s saddle and rode up beside him.
“Frankly, I wish I’d seen Alex’s mouth pressed to your cunt,” he replied.
“Then it aroused you?” Jocelyn guessed, looking at his pleased face.
“What man wouldn’t be aroused, the two women he loves, two as beautiful as you, locked together in a naked embrace? I wouldn’t be a man if it didn’t turn me on.”
He said no more, the conversation finished, at least for the moment. Taking off on Brutus, he was yards ahead of her before she even thought to get started.
As they returned to the stable, Jocelyn thoughts were fixated on their curiously calm discussion. She knew Reggie hadn’t told her everything he was feeling about her indiscretion. Was it hurt or rage or simply wonder that fueled the odd look in his eye?
Chapter Ten
Alex and Will ordered fried rice, Chinese dumpling soup, eggs rolls and a strange ginger beef. Will wanted the beef, Alex the chicken, but he prevailed when she insisted on egg roll. It was the same argument every time they ordered Chinese, with the same shaky accommodations; but it seemed, at least on the surface, that they were both satisfied this time. It satisfied Alex that after two days of hardly seeing her recently returned husband, he had the good grace to take her out for dinner away from work, the apartment, and everything else that had come between them much too long. Since he’d been back and she’d gone to the ‘dungeon’ with him, they’d hardly had sex. Just one quick blow-job if she remembered right.
In the middle of a mouthful of ginger beef and rice, Will looked up, catching Alex’s eye. “So, aren’t you supposed to be telling me something?”
“Tell you something?”
“Or maybe you’d rather lie?”
His purpose finally dawned on her. “Talked to Reg, didn’t you?” She couldn’t decide when the two had time to converse since he’d done nothing but hibernate in his office.
“He told me nothing,” Will replied. “But he did say, you’d have lots to confess.” He flashed her his patented amiable grin.
Alex blushed, a dead giveaway for things she was too embarrassed to talk about; even though she shouldn’t be about this. It was just the lying part that made her uncomfortable. “I don’t know how you’re going to take this…” she started, then stopped, as if the words were caught in her throat.
“Alex, you surprise me constantly. I don’t know why this time would be any different. Unless, of course, you’re confessing to finding another dom, then you might as well pack your bags and leave.”
“You’d really make me leave?”
“Is it another adventure in erotic spanking,” he asked directly.
“No, not at all.”
“Good. Then what?”
She stared into his attentive eyes. They weren’t at all insensitive, she might have even found them warm, if it hadn’t been for the fear that they’d change in an instant.
“Well,” she took a deep breath. “When Jocelyn and I were at the spa in California we made love.”
She’d startled him. “Made love, you two, in bed?”
“Yes.”
His surprised quickly changed quickly – amusement perhaps? He seemed to picture the scene inside his mind. “So that’s it?” he asked.
“You’re not upset?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Anything else?”
“Well, just a little. We’ve spent a few afternoons together, in bed, since we got back.”
“Where? In the apartment or at Reg’s?”
“Usually a motel.”
“How sly.” He raised his eyebrows. “Trying to cover it up?”
“I don’t think we really know how we feel about this…whatever it is…affair. It just seemed easier not to worry the two of you.”
“So, are you planning to leave us and move in together?” There was a comical twist in the way he spoke, as if the idea was absurd at best.
“Heavens no!” Alex gasped. “We just make love once and a while. It’s hardly new for me, you know that. For Jocelyn, yes. But she seems to love it as much as I do. And I know for me, I don’t want it to end.”
“Then why stop?”
“You aren’t mad?”
“Was Reg?”
“That’s hard to say. It was a little different for him. He found us in his bed.”
Will suppressed the chuckle.
“And he whipped you both, I assume?”
“No, but he had that way about him that makes me shiver, and I still have no idea what happened between Jocelyn and him after I left.”
Will’s response to her tale was so completely unexpected, Alex couldn’t believe her good fortune, especially after the last major ‘behind his back’ sexual antic had almost destroyed their relationship. “So you’re not angry?” she asked again.
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it. Probably as much as I’ll think about you and Jocelyn in bed together.” He snickered again, then took another bite of food and eyed her affectionately. His whimsical attitude was hard to read, but apparently, at least for the moment, her ass was safe and there’d be no testy fireworks.
***
Meeting on their lunch hour in private corners of busy restaurants seemed like stealing time away from an hour glass about to run out of sand. Even their telephone conversations were guarded as if their husbands were listening in. Finding time to make love seemed like a dangerous venture and their affair taking on such a different tone with their husbands knowing the truth and saying so little.
“What did he say?” Alex asked Jocelyn anxiously as the two sat down in the booth of a coffee shop. The restaurant was just minutes from their offices, though it was right in the vicinity of Reggie’s office complex, and they couldn’t help their furtive glances, as if they expected Reggie to appear around the corner at any moment.
“Very little. And I don’t trust him. Not as far as I could spit,” she replied. “He did lay it on about honesty, but the message was so subtly delivered, kind of came around the corner and slapped me in the face. Have you ever had a man reprimand you on an evening horseback ride?”
“Horseback?”
“Very subtle.”
“But very Reggie. So he didn’t punish you?”
“No. Might have been easier if he had.”
“And you think he’s planning something?” Alex asked.
“What do you think? You’ve known him longer than I have.”
“Not the way you know him.”
“I don’t know what he’ll do, but maybe there’s nothing to worry about. So, what happened with Will?”
Alex smiled, thinking back to the odd conversation over her beloved egg rolls and fried rice. “He grinned and looked amused, and then dropped the conversation altogether like it was no big deal.”
“How odd,” Jocelyn mused. “Maybe it’s not a big deal.”
“I have a hard time believing that,” Alex retorted.
“You’d almost think they’re cooking up some devious plan.”
“Well unless Will was lying incredibly well, which he’s never done before, he didn’t know about us until I told him. He could hardly have some devious plan in the works.”
“I think we’d better watch our backs and asses, and God knows what else,” Jocelyn warned.
“I think you’d rather have the fireworks,” Alex observed.
“I don’t know what I want. I guess I expected some revenge, some dastardly punishment just because it was a great opportunity, if nothing else.”
“Watch what you pine for, sweetie, even if it’s only in your imagination. It might just come true.”
With lunch arriving at the table, they waited until the waitress left for their conversation to continue. When alone again, Alex looked at Jocelyn thinking of how she wanted to caress her friend’s soft cheek. It was happening pretty much every time she was with the redhead, the lust was there as naturally as it was when she was with Will, and even Reg. “So does this change what you and I are going to do?” she wondered aloud.
Jocelyn looked at her affectionately. “Not as far as I’m concerned.”
“Will didn’t ask me to stop,” Alex said.
“And would you if he had?”
“I’d have to consider it,” she replied. “But you understand, Will and Reggie have both championed my honest sexual expression. They’d be hypocrites to change their feelings now.”
“Then let’s find motel,” Jocelyn said. In her mind, she was already in the hotel room stripping Alex naked.
The blonde smiled and whispered tersely. “Only if you’ll play rough with me. I need it rough, really rough. All Will would do last night was so passive, I almost think he planned it that way to irritate me.”
***
The hotel room they rented was a dim seedy one like most of the others in the vicinity of their offices. And yet, from the outset it was a wild sexual palace where a sudden torrent of frenzied energy was ripe to explode.
“How rough do you want me to play?” Jocelyn whispered, as she crawled up on the slightly tattered bedspread next to a half clothed Alex.
There was a distinct edge in her voice that Alex had never heard before, like steel, like Reggie’s, an edgy tone that matched the redhead’s personality. “Real rough,” she replied, meeting fiery eyes with fiery eyes. She wanted to rage like a dragon, letting all the heat in her spring forth, and then with the fierceness of a good dominant, be subdued, as gentle as a lamb.
Meeting the challenge as if it was no challenge at all, as if this were something Jocelyn had enacted a thousand times in one lifetime or another, she pulled a scarf from her purse, and gathered Alex’s forearms in her hands. Winding the slip of cloth around her thin wrists, she bound them together. “This is what you want, bitch?” she asked, expecting no answer. She pushed at the blonde’s reclining body. “Get up there at the headboard and turn over. You might want to hold tight.”
Jocelyn was fishing about the room for something, while Alex obeyed her demand. The stern tones of a mistress had never appeared inside her sexual theatre, but coming to her now, she was mesmerized by the submissive feeling that took over, the very same feeling that had taken control of her so many times in the past. It was no surprise that with another lover she’d be finding that sweetly blissful place again, even if it was a woman who took her there. In time, Alex imagined Jocelyn becoming a formidable Domme with a sharp tongue and razor sharp commands as stern as any man’s.
Finding what she wanted rifling through Alex’s purse, Jocelyn pulled a leather spanker from the bottom of the broad straw bag.
“You always carry this?” she asked.
“Will insists,” Alex answered.
“Great idea,” Jocelyn said admiring the foot long implement. It was just flexible enough to be easily used and no doubt appreciated for its vicious snap. She wasted no time climbing on the bed behind her captive submissive, and softly pelting Alex’s wriggling behind with the flat leather implement. A look of exhilaration appeared on Jocelyn’s face as the spanker came down on hard on the once lovely white behind.
Bound to the headboard, half by Jocelyn’s efforts and half because she simply wanted to be immobilized, Alex rose up to her knees so that her ass was stretched taut. Then she taunted her friend with her writhing behind, which only inspired Jocelyn to redouble her efforts with the spanker. No longer did she care how hard she smacked the leather against the reddening skin.
If the spanking caused her any pain, Alex certainly didn’t let on. She’d been quickly transported to a deliriously happy place and her only vocal response was to ask for more.
Jocelyn gave her what she asked for, hitting her hard in the center of her cheeks till they were glowing hot and red.
“Yes, love, more. Please…”
“You like this, don’t you, you little tramp? Rough? Real rough. You want it to hurt?”
“Oh, god yes…” her reply was barely audible but the message was clear.
“Good, because that’s want I want to do…make you hurt. She pulled her arm back and used as much force as she dare allow, spanking the two cheeks enough to make Alex wail. She nearly collapsed, but just before she did, Jocelyn stopped and reached for her own handbag, from which she pulled a thick dildo. Pressing it into Alex’s cunt, she shoved it deep.