Forgiven (The Dark Billionaire, #9) (3 page)

Jeanne didn’t seem offended, even though Jennifer was clearly criticizing her lifestyle.

“I know that a lot of people think I’m a bitch because of what I do, but the truth is, I’m more honest than ninety-nine percent of women out there.”

Jennifer shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Your lifestyle is insane. It’s not for everybody.”

“We all have sexual desires, even when we’re committed to one person,” Jeanne said. “Marc and I understand it. I accept it and he accepts my personal needs. Like I said, it’s honest. We don’t lie to each other. And we trust one another.”

“You’re asking me to sleep with my husband, Jeanne. Do you realize what it means for me?” Jennifer said as she crossed her arms. Now, Jeanne didn’t seem that friendly anymore. She was taking advantage of the situation.

“I’m not going to steal your man. It’s purely sexual. I’m not going to lie; I’m attracted to Bruce. But I love Marc. To me it’s simple. I’m never going to leave my man, even for a millionaire.”

“So don’t ask please,” Jen said with a shaky voice. “Don’t ask me to share.”

Jeanne shrugged. “All right. But I still think you’re not honest.”

“What do you mean? You think I secretly want you to sleep with him?”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. You can’t let Bruce have fun, yet you wouldn’t mind sleeping with two well-endowed hunks. That’s selfish.”

Bruce frowned and squinted at Jennifer. “What is she talking about?” he said.

Jennifer felt her blood heating in her veins. Jeanne was not supposed to say it. Especially in front of Bruce. Jen had made a confession to the French woman, who was now betraying her. She wanted to grab Jeanne by the throat and throw her out in the sea. She sent her a killer look and clenched her jaw.

“How dare you?” Jen said. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Don’t blame her,” Bruce said. “What are you guys talking about? I want to know what’s going on.”

Jennifer glanced at Bruce but quickly looked at her feet. It was so embarrassing. It was her fantasy, something that she didn’t want to share with Bruce. It was way too personal.

“Jen?” Bruce said. “Is it true?”

Jennifer sighed and slowly nodded. “It’s just something that I’ve been dreaming about. I don’t actually plan to do it.”

Bruce blinked but remained silent. It was impossible to know what he was thinking. He didn’t look angry but obviously, he didn’t look thrilled either.

Jennifer raised her eyes and looked at Jeanne. Why? Why are you doing this? She thought. The French lady took Jen’s hand and invited her to sit next to her. At first, Jennifer refused and resisted, but Jeanne insisted.

“Don’t be childish,” Jeanne said. “Sit down. I can see that it’s a problem for you. I’m not in the mood for hugs anymore. Come on, sit down.”

Jen accepted and reluctantly sat on the bed. “Are you mad at me?” she said to Bruce.

“Not mad... but surprised. I didn’t think you were so wild”, Bruce said in a low voice.

Jennifer said nothing and felt guilty. She had hurt Bruce’s feelings too many times recently. She was afraid that he couldn’t handle it and decide to leave her.

Bruce suddenly chuckled. “Oh, now I understand.”

“Understand what?”

“That’s why you asked me the other day if I would consider having the swingers’ lifestyle, right?” Bruce said. His tone was neutral and Jennifer couldn’t tell how he felt about it.

She hadn’t really thought about it but now that she was confronted to the situation, she realized that Bruce was right. It wasn’t about him or about Jeanne. It was all about her. Deep inside, Jennifer wanted to be wild. She had always felt that burning desire in her guts; that consuming passion to be sexually free and liberated.

The problem had always been her education and what society had led her to believe was inadequate. Jennifer had always been surrounded by conservative people in her life and sex was considered taboo. In her world, a respectful woman wasn’t supposed to have the same level of sexual appetite as a man. Only “bad” women displayed that kind of behavior.

However, Jennifer now realized that she was actually that kind of “bad” woman. It had always been there, right before her eyes, but she had never been able to see it. Or maybe, she had simply refused to admit it.

Today, there was nowhere to hide. She had to admit it. Not only to Bruce, but to herself as well. She would never be at peace as long as she kept pretending to be someone else. Her short but intense adventure with Enzo in Thailand, then in New York, should have been a warning. She didn’t love him; she loved Bruce. But her instinct had been stronger than anything else. She had been attracted to him so powerfully that she had almost ruined everything. And that should have been a strong indicator of her incredible libido.

Yes, Jennifer was a woman with an unusual sexual appetite. Even though she loved Bruce with all her heart, she would always be attracted to other men, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. She thought about Enzo again. Technically, she had cheated on Bruce; not because she was a bad person, but because she couldn’t help it.

Jennifer had struggled with her conflicting emotions, desires and guilty thoughts. But maybe, there was a simple explanation: she needed more. Bruce was an incredible husband and lover, but Jennifer was ambitious. Not in the business sense like Bruce, but in a sexual way. She couldn’t be fully satisfied with only one man; she needed more, and that’s why she kept having visions of double penetrations. She had a lot of potential but had been too afraid to accept it.

She sighed loudly and closed her eyes. She felt incredibly relieved. That new revelation lifted a huge weight off her shoulders. There was nothing wrong with her, after all. She just needed to be herself. She was finally aligned with her true character, honest with who she really was.

But what about Bruce? Would he accept her? Would he still love her?

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, baby,” Jen said. “I didn’t mean to hide anything from you. I was just scared of your reaction.”

Bruce kept a neutral expression on his face. It was strange. Jennifer expected him to burst into rage and be mad at her, but he was pretty much in control of himself. Was he struggling deep inside to keep his cool because Jeanne was in the room? Or was he genuinely okay with this new piece of information?

“Bruce, say something. Please.”

“That’s a lot to take in,” he said. “I wonder if you can truly be happy with me.”

Jeanne cleared her throat. “Excuse me to interrupt, but I’d like to say something. I completely understand what you guys are going through now. Marc and I have been through it before. I can see that you both love each other. Jennifer is definitely happy with you, Bruce. But you have to understand who she really is deep inside.”

“Is that what you really want, Jen?” Bruce said. He looked worried and concerned. Almost insecure. Jennifer had never seen him this way.

“God, Bruce,” she said. She felt terribly embarrassed. “I don’t want to lie, but yes. I’m obsessed with it.”

“Is that why you went with this guy? Enzo? Because you needed more?”

Jennifer nodded. It was so unnerving. “I guess I was lost and I freaked out. But I refuse to do anything behind your back. I can’t. I love you too much.”

Bruce frowned. “You sound very conflicted to me. Are you... frustrated?”

“I want to please you, and that’s why I allowed Jeanne to suck you,” Jen said. “But I also expect something in return...”

Bruce sighed. “I knew there was something. It was too good to be true.”

Jeanne shook her head. “Jen did it out of generosity. She knows she can’t receive unless she gives first. But I’m pretty sure she won’t be mad at you if you don’t allow her to explore her fantasies. Right, Jen?”

Jennifer nodded. “You’re my priority, Bruce.”

“But you’re not completely happy and satisfied,” he said.

“I can deal with it.”

“I’m not sure.”

Bruce walked to the window and looked outside. Jeanne grabbed Jen’s hand and squeezed it hard. Jennifer’s heart was racing. She hated that eerie silence in the room and wished she could hide somewhere.

“What are you thinking, Bruce?” Jen said.

He said nothing. He kept staring at the sea, hands in his pockets. Jennifer hated herself. They were arguing again because of her; because of her damn libido.

“I want you to be happy, Jen,” Bruce finally said. “I had no idea you entertained such wild fantasies. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it.”

Jennifer kept silent. She didn’t know what to say or what he was going to say. The anticipation was killing her.

“This is by far the craziest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” he said. “But if it’s the only way to make you truly happy, I’m willing to accept it.”

Jennifer opened her eyes wide. Jeanne raised her eyebrows and her jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?” Jen said.

Bruce turned to look at her. “Yes. If this is the only way to make you happy, I’ll let you explore your fantasies...”

B
ruce was holding Jennifer’s hand as they walked along the beach. The sun was starting to get low in the sky and the heat was more bearable than a few hours ago. Jennifer felt the hot sand between her toes and the cold water of the sea cleaning her feet.

Her feet. She kept looking down at them. She couldn’t believe she had accepted to come here. The sex club had been one huge step for her and she felt that things were moving out of control. But she had accepted Jeanne’s invitation. Nobody had forced her. There she was, completely naked on this nudist beach, surrounded by a crowd of men and women from all walks of life.

Jennifer was shocked to see a few children. She had imagined that people who enjoyed being naked at the beach would be couples only, but she had been wrong. It was a lifestyle for these people, not something to hide from their kids. For Jen, it was new and embarrassing. But for them, it was probably the most natural thing in the world.

Jen was very shy and self-conscious. She wasn’t particularly proud of her body, and displaying her most intimate parts to the whole world wasn’t exactly reassuring. She quickly raised her eyes and looked around. Nobody was looking at her, or at Bruce. People were minding their own business. Naked bodies on a nudist beach were not a big deal.

Bruce, however, looked amazing. He was standing tall and proud, his shoulders broad and his chest prominent. His cock, even flacid, looked gorgeous between his thick and muscular thighs. He and Jennifer hadn’t shaved. Jeanne had advised them to keep their pubic hair: it looked and felt more natural apparently.

Jennifer’s skin felt warm under the sun and the wind caressed her entire body. She shivered. The beach had always been a very special place for her. She and Bruce had made love for the very time on a beach. It had been a very dramatic but unforgettable night for both of them. The memory of that first night triggered some wild desire between her legs. Jen felt her belly getting hot and her nipples hardened.

“Are you cold?” Bruce asked.

She squeezed his hand and looked at him with a shy smile. “No. I was just thinking about our first time on the beach. Always makes me horny...”

Bruce’s cock seemed to move as soon as she said the word “horny” but Jennifer wasn’t sure. They were walking and his penis was dangling without restriction. It could simply be her imagination.

“Are you telling me... that you want to have sex right now?” Bruce said.

It wasn’t her imagination: his cock was growing into a thick and long erection. In front of everybody.

Oh. My. God.

“I don’t think this is the right place. There are children watching.”

“We can always find a solution.”

She bit her lips and grabbed his elbow. “Let’s go there.”

They turned their back to the beach and walked to the sea. Once they were deep inside the water, Jennifer grabbed Bruce’s dick and stroked it.

“Does it feel good?” she said. She wasn’t really close to him, keeping a safe distance. If anybody was looking at them right now, they would never imagine what she was doing with her hands.

Bruce moaned and tilted his head back. “I want to cum...”

“So fast?”

“You make me horny when you take the lead. I like it when you’re so eager to please me.”

“I’m always eager to please you...”

Jennifer felt more comfortable now that her body was hidden under the water. She could watch people but they couldn’t see her. At least, for now.

A few people were bathing around them, swimming or playing games. It was so exciting to rub Bruce’s cock in the middle of the sea, with so many people around. They had no idea. Bruce reached for her ass and squeezed her cheek. His fingers slowly moved to her anus and vagina.

“Come closer,” he said.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing wrong with a couple kissing in the sea.”

Jennifer slowly moved toward him. Her breasts were jumping up and down under the surface, and she pressed her body against Bruce’s tanned skin.

“I want to stay like that,” she said.

“Okay.”

Jennifer didn’t feel like having sex anymore. She just wanted to enjoy the moment, knowing that they would go back to New York in a couple of days. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. Her lips brushed him and she tasted the saltiness of the sea. His cock was still hard against her stomach but his hands weren’t moving anymore.

“Did you really mean it?” she asked.

“I always mean what I say.”

“But this is different. It’s not business, it’s about us.”

“And that’s even more important than business.”

“I’m afraid, Bruce.”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid you’ll regret it and hate me forever.”

He sighed and took her face in his hand. “Look at me.”

Their noses touched and she felt the warmth of his breath.

“I’m not going to change my mind. I’ve considered the consequences already.”

“I don’t want you to be hurt or to feel betrayed.”

“You can’t hurt or betray me if I’m aware of what you do. Especially if I allow it.”