The Sybian Club (14 page)

Ashley had said more that night, Tasha remembered. Much more. She and Max had stood outside talking for quite a while, leaving Tasha to play on the computer with the new web site, losing track of time entirely.

Now, staring at the bottle of champagne on the table, she wondered at herself, how she had missed the signs?

When Max came back from his talk with Ashley, she’d been oblivious. He’d taken her to bed, and they’d had incredible sex, and even when he brought the fantasy of another woman into their hot little session (which happened often – that was nothing unusual) and then, afterward, asked her more about Ashley – what did she do? Where did she live? Was she straight? Gay? Bi? Instead of getting a clue, Tasha had sleepily answered all his questions and then drifted off to sleep.

Max knew. He’d apparently known for a while, and whether he had set the camera up to get “proof” (which she doubted) or he had put it in because the thought of watching women getting off on the Sybian in his own basement while he couldn’t even watch was too much bear, it didn’t matter.

She had asked Ashley that night the very thought that went through her head now.
What am I going to say to him?

Part of her was furious at him for putting the camera in. Lord knows, if any of her clients knew they were being taped, there would be major consequences. But she rarely ever got truly mad at Max – she was very indulgent with him, and she couldn’t blame him, in a way, for wanting to watch.

Then there was the subject of Ashley… how to bring that up? She just didn’t know.

“Tash?” Max’s call brought her out of her reverie and she picked up the champagne, turning toward the sound of his voice.

“In here!”

Max stopped in the doorway, raising his eyebrows at the bottle. “What’s this?”

“I’ve got good news.”

“So I gathered!” He leaned against the door frame, smiling. “And?”

Tasha held up the bottle and grinned back at him. “The Sybian Club is officially in the black!”

“You’re kidding?”

Tasha grinned even broader. “We’ve paid for all the new equipment
plus
the renovations to the basement!”

“Damn girl!” Max grabbed her around the waist and Tasha laughed as he hugged her close. She held the bottle of champagne out of harm’s way. “Let’s get some glasses and celebrate!”

She let Max uncork the bottle while she got two champagne flutes down from the top cupboard and gave them a good rinsing out – they didn’t have cause to drink like this very often.

Max poured for them both and lifted his glass to her. “To my incredibly beautiful, smart, talented and inventive wife…”

Tasha flushed with pleasure, clinking her glass with his. “And to my tolerant, open-minded husband.” Sipping, she mmm-ed at the taste, light and fresh. “I forgot strawberries. That would have been perfect.”

Max put his glass down on the table. “Want to go downstairs and celebrate some more?”

Tasha smiled as he slipped his arms around her, this time holding her glass out of the way as they embraced. “What did you have in mind?”

She shivered as he began to nuzzle and kiss her throat and groaned out loud when his hand moved to her breast and his thumb found her nipple.

“You, me, and a fucking machine?”

Tasha laughed. “Sounds like a kid’s book… from hell.”

Max chuckled, squeezing her nipple through the material and making her squirm. “What do you say?”

Tasha reached over to put her glass on the table. “How about just you and me… upstairs on our bed?”

“Uh oh…” Max raised his eyebrows. “Are we getting tired of the Sybian?”

“No…” Tasha was thinking of the camera in the basement. “I just want to be with you tonight.”

Max pulled back from his exploration of her throat to look into her eyes. “It is sort of like having a third person in the bedroom, isn’t it?”

“A little…” Tasha blinked at him. “But an actual third person would be much more… complicated.”

“Maybe…” He rubbed his thumb over her chin, looking thoughtful. “Remember how we talked about doing that?”

“… yes.” She nodded slowly, trying to ignore how fast her heart was beating. The thought of having both Ashley and Max together in bed…

“Would you still consider it?”

“Yes.” Tasha cleared her throat. “If—“

Max finished the sentence with her. “We could find the right woman.”

That was always the rub, the place they stopped, where desire met scarcity. They hit that wall and stared at each other blankly, not sure how to surmount that obstacle.

But now there was Ashley. The woman had fallen right into Tasha’s lap – and if she told Max that Ashley was willing, which Ashley had stated clearly and unequivocally she was, even though her face was beet red at the time, Tasha remembered…

“Race you.” Tasha turned in his arms, slipping out of them before he could even think about catching her. Her boots slowed her down though – she had forgotten she was wearing them – and he caught her at the top of the stairs, tickling her down to the floor.

She laughed and screamed and squealed underneath him – it was nothing she could help, but he loved it, regardless. It made his cock stiff against her thigh and she felt it pulsing there even as she giggled and squirmed to get away. Max wasn’t having any of it, though, pressing his weight down against her so hard she could barely breathe let alone laugh. His fingers found all those sensitive, ticklish places along her ribs and she gasped and laughed silently, tears streaming down her face.

“Stop!” she panted during a brief tickling break, twisting under him like a landed fish. She was turned all the way to her belly now, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her bottom as he grabbed her hands and held them above her head.

“Who’s your daddy?” he asked against her ear, grinding his cock against her behind.

Tasha giggled. “You are.”

“Say it,” he insisted, his motion edging her skirt up her thighs. She felt his belt buckle biting her flesh through her panties now.

“No!” She laughed, squirming again, trying to get away.

“Say it!” He held her wrists in one hand now, using the other to tickle her under her armpit, making her squeal with laughter.

“Max!” She screamed, kicking her feet, her boots making hollow sounds against the carpet. “Okay! Okay! You’re my daddy! Stop! God! You’re my daddy! You’re my daddy!”

He let her go, rolling off, and she leapt up, heading to the bedroom and shutting the door. Still panting and giggling, she unzipped her boots, tossing them into the corner, and unbuttoned her blouse, keeping her back to the door. She was nearly naked, wearing only her panties, when he tried to get in and met with the resistance of her weight against the door.

“Hey!” The door handle turned back and forth. “Let me in.”

She giggled. “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.”

“Well then, I’ll huff…” Max caught on quick, and Tasha squealed, sounding not unlike the little piggie she was playing, and laughed out loud, putting more of her weight against the door. He was making headway and she was definitely losing ground.

“And I’ll puff…”

“No!” Tasha made a leap to the bed, rolling onto it just as the door burst open. Without any more resistance, it flew against the wall and Max stumbled in, nearly falling and only catching himself at the last moment on the edge of the bed.

He crawled up over her nude, still giggling, form. “You are a naughty little piggie.”

“Oink.” She agreed, reaching down between them to rub his cock – still hard. In fact, even harder.

“Are you a greedy little piggie?” His eyes darkened as she unbuckled and unzipped him, reaching into his boxers so she could squeeze him in her hand.

“Oink.” She agreed again, grinning as she slowly stroked him, making him groan.

“Come here and oink around this for a while…” He rolled onto his back, shoving his jeans down his hips and setting his cock completely free. Tasha didn’t need any prompting. He stood up straight and throbbing, a delicious temptation she just couldn’t resist. She slid her eager, hungry mouth down onto him, working the lower half of his cock with her hand while she sucked and tongued the head.

Max grabbed a pillow, propping it behind him so he could watch her. She met his eyes, her tongue flicking over the soft skin, pressing against spongy tip of his cock, teasing that sensitive ridge again and again. Soon he his eyelids were drooping in pleasure, his eyes half-closed – but they never closed completely. She knew he loved to watch her suck him, to see himself disappear into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.

“God, I’d love to see you suck my cock with another woman.”

The thought jolted her and although she didn’t stop, she slowed considerably, her tongue moving thoughtfully over his shaft. In a strange coincidence – or perhaps not so strange given their brief conversation in the kitchen –
 
she had been thinking that very same thing. Only from her perspective, she longed to share his cock with another woman. And not just any woman, either. She’d been thinking about it, when she let herself admit the truth, since the first time Ashley rode the Sybian.

“Mmm.” Tasha breathed over the reddening head, teasing it with short little flicks of her tongue. “You want to see us both on our knees?” Her eyes met his and she saw the light in them. “Both of us sucking… first her… then me… I can show her just how you like it, baby.” Max groaned at that, his hand going to her hair, and Tasha continued. “I want to kiss her sweet little mouth… right over the head… like this…” She turned her head sideways, closing her eyes, and suddenly she was kissing Ashley, their tongues mingling over the leaking tip of her husband’s cock. She was lost in the fantasy herself for a moment, and when she looked up at him, his mouth was agape, his eyes bright – she thought he even might be holding his breath. “Does that turn you on, baby?” She didn’t need an answer. His cock had grown twice as hard in her hand.

“Come here.” It was more breath than words as he grabbed her, rolling over on top and forcing her thighs apart with his. Her panties barred the way, although his cock was insistent, rubbing against the crotch with increasing friction as he kissed her. Between the tickling and the cocksucking and the fantasizing, her panties were soaked with a hot, sticky wetness and his cock slid through that damp groove again and again.

She gasped when their kiss broke and he began to lick and suck at the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, his tongue lashing over her collarbone and into the hollow of her throat.
 

“Max, please!” She knew where he was going and she couldn’t wait. Struggling with her panties, she slid them down her hips, leaving them there at her knees like a hint. “Lick it, baby, please, lick it!”

He made a brief stop at her breasts, sucking her nipples instantly hard and leaving them wet and exposed to the air. She shivered as he settled between her open thighs and pulled her panties the rest of the way off, using his broad shoulders to spread her legs even wider. Tasha trembled with lust, unsure how things had gone from lukewarm to blazing hot in so short a time. As Max breathed warmth over her exposed flesh, she was tempted to grab his hair and shove his face into her pussy until she found what she was looking for – that sweet soft, wet tongue.

“I wonder what your girlfriend Ashley looks like down here…” His mouth was latched over her mound before she could even gasp – and she did, both from the sensation and the surprise of his words. His tongue made those flat, achingly delicious circles he knew she liked, making it hard to concentrate.

But Tasha looked down at him, his question getting pushed further to the back of her mind as his mouth did its work.
I wonder what your girlfriend looks like down there…
She heard it again in her head, knowing he knew – he already knew. He must have seen Ashley in all her recently bare glory on whatever viewing mechanism the camera fed to – their living room TV? No, more likely the computer. Or maybe his laptop.

“Oh God, Max!” Tasha’s hand went to his hair as he slipped two fingers inside, pumping them in rhythm with her breath – and that was coming faster every moment. She closed her eyes, giving into her impending orgasm, remembering how smooth Ashley’s pussy had been the last time we were together, how swollen and wet against her tongue…

“I wonder if she tastes as good as you do…” Max used his thumb to rub her clit, his face glazed with her wetness as he looked up at her. “What do you think, Tash? Would you like to eat her pussy?”

“Baby…” Tasha’s hand moved through his hair and she bit her lip, her body quivering in that liminal place between arousal and climax, suspended like a tightrope, stretched taut and waiting to snap. She couldn’t stand it – she couldn’t stand him knowing, not knowing she knew. She couldn’t stand hovering there and Max sensed the tension, covering her pussy again with his mouth, making her buck her hips up as she moaned and began to shudder. “Ohhh fuck, yes, she tastes so good, baby, so fucking goooood!”

It all blended together, the taste of Ashley coming in her mouth, the feel of Max’s tongue against her own pussy, the sound of Ashley coming filling her head as Tasha came, too, spreading wide and smearing her wet cunt against her husband’s face until she couldn’t stand it anymore and fell, limp, to the bed.