Marley's Menage (3 page)

“
Claws are coming out,” Rick
chuckled as he leisurely sipped on his beer and kept his eyes glued
to Marley.

“
My brother says the
competition is fierce with Jaxie’s ménage nights. Usually more
participants than there are rooms,” Kacey said.

“
Probably more intense with
pregnant women and all those hormones raging,” Rick
mumbled.

The Key Club had evolved over the
years. According to his brother, Jaxie had added a wing out the
side of the building over the past few months, and renovated the
upstairs rooms. The place was louder and more packed than Kacey
remembered. Country music blared and half-naked bodies writhed to
the pounding beat on the crowded dance floor.

This swingers club was the highlight of
their secluded tourist town and pretty much every adult who was
into the swinging scene had a membership. Many outsiders had
memberships too and came here to have a good time.

“
Have you talked to Jaxie
about that trick top hat of hers yet?” Rick asked keeping his eyes
glued to Marley who was now sucking on a long straw that led to a
bright red smoothie that matched the color of her dress and those
red highlights.

“
It’s ready to go. When I
asked Jaxie to set it up she just about had an orgasm she was so
excited.”

Rick grinned again.

Well, hell, Rick was on a roll with his
smiles tonight. Things were definitely looking up for his best
friend who tended to be a too serious guy. It was why Kacey didn’t
want to reveal what else she’d said, but he may as well.

“
She also said there’s still
a chance Marley will pick the wrong key and end up with the wrong
guys. Her trick hat isn’t a hundred percent reliable.”

He waited for Rick’s smile to drop. To
his surprise, it didn’t.

“
When is the draw?” he
asked.

“
Should be soon,” Kacey
answered.

“
Then she’ll be ours.” His
whisper was so confident; he had him believing this would actually
happen.

His heart began a fast beat and he
grabbed his frosted beer mug. He drank the ice-cold brew quickly,
then he reached for a couple of green mints in the bowl on their
table and popped the mints into his mouth. Within the hour, they
would be making love to Marley. Whether she wanted them to or
not.

* * * * *

“
What are
you
doing here?” a very
pregnant Finley Harper asked Marley as she moved away from the
smoothie bar to watch the crowd dancing on the floor.

Marley tensed at the woman’s cold
voice. Ookay that was a lovely hello. Why she’d expected anything
different from her sister’s arch enemy Finley was beyond her. She’d
married the richest man in town a few weeks ago. Everyone had been
invited to the wedding, except Marley and Kelsie. Ever since Marley
and her sister had moved to this town, Finley had rubbed them the
wrong way with her stuck up snobbery ways.

“
I could ask the same of
you? Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon?” Marley asked,
trying to keep her cool. Finley pinched her red painted lips in a
most unattractive way and fluttered her long black false eyelashes
a bit too much. Marley almost asked if she had something in her
eyes, but refrained. This was not the place to cause a
scene.

“
We have an open marriage.
As if it’s any of your business.”

Oh, crap off. Under other
circumstances, she would have blasted the bitch with nasty
comments, but the last thing she wanted was for Finley to ruin her
night and if Marley stuck around her long enough, she knew it would
happen.

“
Have a nice evening,”
Marley said tightly and quickly moved away. Unfortunately Finely
seemed intent on screwing with her because a moment later, she
followed Marley as she tried to lose herself in the
crowd.

“
So, how come you couldn’t
find a
man
to get
you pregnant?” Finley shouted above the noise.

Shocked gasps from a couple of women
who were dancing close by made Marley clench her fists.

Fuck off
.

“
How come you couldn’t name
the man who made you pregnant?” Marley snapped back.

The same two women giggled. Another
couple turned their heads to watch them with curiosity. Finley
glared daggers at her.

“
Bitch,” Finley
said.

Thankfully, she quickly waddled to
another area of the room. Her nose was stuck so far up in the air;
Marley swore that a bird would have no problem shitting on
it.

“
Chock one up for the home
team.” A man’s voice she instantly recognized swept over Marley
like an intimate caress. Her entire being; soul, heart and body
reacted with intense awareness.

Rick?

She whirled around to find him and
Kacey standing there. Two men straight out of her past. Two
well-muscled men she’d least expected to find here. The music faded
as her heart began thumping a mad tune of it’s own in her ears.
Suddenly it seemed as if the three of them were the only people in
the club.

Although she’d made it a point to avoid
them for ten years, it appeared as if they had barely changed. Both
of them gazed at her with the same passion she remembered.
Intensity that made her tremble with a desperate sensual need she’d
never experienced before.

Lust darkened Rick’s eyes as he slowly
swept his gaze from her face, caressing her breasts and then
lowered his attention onto her swollen belly. His Adam’s apple
bobbed as he swallowed. She’d expected him to be turned off by her
pregnancy, but he smiled. Appreciation lit his eyes.

Kacey too seemed pleased to
see her pregnant. The tip of his tongue peeked out from between his
slightly parted lips and his eyes were bright with curiosity and
sensuality as he too fixated on her big belly. Suddenly a shocking
idea hit her. Were they here because
they
had a pregnancy fetish? Had they
come to have a ménage with some other woman?

A flash of jealousy blinded her. The
thought of her men with another woman made her tense to the point
where every part of her body hurt.

“
Dance,” Kacey ordered as he
and Rick held out their hands to her.

Oh goodness. This was all so
overwhelming. What should she do? A defiant part of her wanted to
turn, run and hide from her two former lovers. Another part of her
wanted to pick up their passionate relationship. This was all too
crazy to be true. They could not be here. The last she’d heard they
still had several months left on their third tour of duty with the
Ops.

Her hands shook as she placed her
barely touched smoothie on a nearby occupied table. She ignored
someone’s surprised gasp as the two men reached out to her. Their
strong, possessive tanned fingers intertwined with hers and she
felt…submissive.

Oh no. Frantically she tried to gather
some boldness and pull it around her like a sheet of armor and tell
them to get lost, but nothing happened…except for them leading her
onto the dance floor.

Surprised couples moved out
of the way, giving them space. It wasn’t everyday people saw two
hot hunks leading a pregnant woman out onto the dance floor.
Overhead, bright lights dimmed and a romantic upbeat song played.
They let go of her hands and as she moved leisurely to the musical
melody, her body hummed with excitement and disbelief. They
really
were
here.

Fevered heat poured through her. She
trembled with longing as their sultry gazes undressed her on the
dance floor. Their strong unique scents captured her. Held her.
Made love to her senses. Her breathing grew fast. Her breasts
pushed boldly against the tight constraints of her dress. Her pussy
and her ass clenched as she imagined their powerful shafts sliding
into her.

Mercy, but she ached for them to touch
her. They didn’t. They swayed close to her in a graceful male dance
of seduction. Near enough so the warmth of their bodies teased her
mercilessly. She dropped her gaze and her breath halted at the
impressive bulges pushing brazenly against their tight
jeans.

Unmistakably, the two of them were
highly aroused. For her?

She closed her eyes and tried to gather
her thoughts. Tried to tell herself she should leave this seductive
dance, but she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t pull away from the
magnetic spell they’d ensnared her in. Instead, it was as if her
body had taken on a mind of its own. She swayed her hips
sensuously. She parted her lips and panted softly. Intense need and
fierce heat twisted sharply inside her.

The music ended too soon and her eyes
fluttered open. The lights brightened and to her shock and dismay,
both men nodded their goodbyes and moved off the dance floor.
Without her! They didn’t even look back. Devastation rocked her.
How dare they!

Before she could make a fool of herself
and follow them, the announcement for all the pregnant women who’d
put their names in for the ménage came over the speaker. Indecision
made her stand still. What should she do? Should she go after
them?

Snap out of
it
,
woman
! She chastised. She’d dumped
them all those years ago for a damned good reason. Yet why did she
feel as if they were suddenly dumping her?

Suddenly Jaxie stepped in beside her
and Marley just about jumped out of her skin with
surprise.

“
Relax, girlfriend. What’s
got you so uptight?” Jaxie asked with a chuckle.

She wanted to tell her about Rick and
Kacey being here, but she kept her mouth shut. Jaxie would just try
to talk Marley out of the ménage and into patching things up with
those two. In the way they’d just left her high and dry, her body
aching for their touches, it just proved they had returned for
payback. But she would up one on them. Come hell or high water, she
would go ahead with her plan tonight.

“
Hormones,” she said
simply.

Jaxie pouted prettily, but the sparkles
in her eyes led Marley to believe she wasn’t buying her story. Had
she seen Kacey and Rick? If she had, surely she would mention
it.

“
I need to stamp your wrist
with your number for the draw.”

Marley held out her arm and Jaxie
stamped the number 20 onto her wrist.

“
Good luck,” Jaxie whispered
and winked at her.

Before Marley could say thanks, Jaxie
was clapping her hands and shouting for all the participants to
follow her.

As the women filed into the next room,
Marley stood riveted to the dance floor and eagerly gazed around to
see if she could spot Kacey and Rick. She wanted to make sure they
saw her going into that room where the ménage draw was being held.
But they were nowhere in sight. Had her hormones tricked her into
imagining they were here? Or maybe they just didn’t care that she
might be here for a ménage? The music started again and people
moved onto the dance floor. Some gave her curious glances, while
others appeared perturbed that she was crowding their dance
space.

When she could barely move with all the
writhing bodies pressing in around her, Marley reluctantly pushed
past the dancers. A moment later, she joined the ménage lineup and
entered the room. She was the last one in and after Jaxie asked her
to close the door; she set upon the business at hand.

“
Alright. ladies!” Jaxie
shouted. “For those of you who don’t know the drill. There are ten
ménage rooms available and only twenty of you lovely ladies. Some
of you will be lucky and you’ll get two men along with a room and
some of you will only get one man and a regular room.”

Groans echoed through the
room.

Jaxie smiled.

“
The numbers you are given
are random. I gave them out as I found you, so it is in no
particular order. You will pick out of the hat according to the
number I inked onto your wrist. There are twenty keys in this hat.”
Jaxie held a large black top hat over her head.

“
Every time someone pulls
out a key, she keeps it. It will open the door to your room and to
your sexual partner or partners as the case may be. Regular keys
means you won’t get your ménage but at least you have one guy who
is into pregnant women. A heart-shaped key is your ticket to a
ménage. You keep it as it gets you into your room and to the fun.
Any questions ask now or forever hold your peace.”

No one spoke.

Both excitement and frustration rushed
through Marley as Jaxie began the draw. Marley would be the last to
pick and she probably had a zero chance of winning. Oh gosh, why
had she bothered to get her hopes up? All she wanted was to have a
couple of men making love to her in the safe confines of the Key
Club. To have them pleasure her and make her feel desirable like
Kacey and Rick had once done all those years ago. She jolted at
thinking about them at a time like this. But she was and for a
split second she almost ran from the room as guilt and rage
pummeled through her.

No! She had to stand her ground. She
had to push herself to a life past those two men. A burst of
defiance raged and she managed to thrust almost all thoughts of
them out of her mind. All thoughts except one. Regret. Not one day
had gone by in the past ten years that she didn’t feel painful
slivers of remorse for walking away from the best thing she’d ever
had in her life. Two caring men and lots of great sex. But that
hadn’t been the reason she’d left them.