Velvet Room Nights

I’d been wet for this all week.
Every time Julius brought it up (low voice, teasing smirk, like he wasn’t sure I’d actually go through with it), I felt that ache between my legs and knew there was no turning back. Saturday night I slid into the little red Honey Birdette dress that makes Julius so hard the second he sees it, left the panties in the drawer, and told him, “Tonight we don’t watch. We play.”

The club smelled like sex, whiskey, Cuban cigars and money. Heads turned the moment we walked in; I felt the stares like fingers sliding up my thighs. Julius’s hand was possessive on the small of my back, but I could feel him trembling too. Good. I wanted him as excited and wrecked as I already was.

At the bar we found them: Leo and Sasha.
Leo had that quiet, dangerous confidence that makes my knees weak, and Leo… God, the way he looked at me was pure filth wrapped in a smile. Two drinks in and his hand was under the table, tracing slow circles up my bare skin until his fingertips brushed my pussy and discovered my secret. His eyebrow arched. “Someone came ready,” he purred, and I nearly came right there on the barstool.

When Sasha said, “We have a room,” I glance at Julius for permission, then smiled and said, “Take me.”

The second the door shut, Leo had me pinned against it, mouth devouring mine, hand sliding straight under my dress. Two thick fingers inside me like he’d already claimed ownership. I moaned into his kiss while I watched Julius in the mirror, Sasha on her knees swallowing my Julius whole. The sight made me clench hard around Leo’s fingers.

Then everything dissolved into heat, skin, and perfect, filthy chaos.

Leo bent me over the velvet couch, filled me slow and deep while I watched Julius fuck Sasha’s mouth. I came the first time just from that, from seeing my husband’s face twisted in pleasure that wasn’t mine, from feeling a stranger stretch me open while I begged for more.

We swapped like we’d rehearsed it in our dirtiest dreams.

I straddled Leo reverse, riding him hard, taking every inch while Julius took Sasha from behind right beside us. Our eyes locked in the mirror and my heart raced with happiness and excitement as I could see Julius pleasure. When Julius pulled out and Sasha and I knelt together, tongues out like the greedy sluts we were, he lost it all over our faces. I licked her clean while she licked me, tasting my husband on another woman’s lips, and I came again without anyone even touching my clit.

Afterward we lay in a sweaty, satisfied tangle. Leo’s hand lazily cupped my breast, Sasha’s fingers traced my thigh, and I looked over at Julius (hair messy, lips swollen) looking at me like he’d never wanted me more.

I mouthed back: “Again soon.”

Next time, maybe it’s you I’m riding while he watches.

You know where to find us, darling. 😈

Cleo