The Naughty Pleasures Bundle (Naughty Pleasures: Volume 1/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 2/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 3) (7 page)

Kissing her thoroughly, letting my tongue explore her mouth as I taste my own salty flavor on her lips.

I feel a small smile of contentment spreading across her mouth.

“
I told you we would eventually be lovers, Amelia.”

Her eyelids shoot up and with a chuckle she replies, “We’ll see.”

THEIR NAUGHTY M
É
NAGE

I’VE ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT A LITTLE ANONYMITY CAN GO A LONG WAY. After all, when I look back at my college years and the sexual experiences I’ve had, I don’t regret a single thing except that I should have had more of them. I believe we all have done some college experimenting even if it was not in college.

We’ve been married for five years and we are way past the honeymoon stage. Not that it’s a bad thing, quite natural in fact. I however am feeling a lack of the sexual thrill that we once shared on a daily basis several times a day.

All I hear and it’s possible I might be filtering out the other good stuff, are things like;
you know you want it or suck it like I like it
. It’s not that I’m unhappy being married, the comforts it provides outweigh the negative, but my animal nature has a yearning to be conquered. Thrown against the wall and fucked wildly as we did the first few years of our marriage.

Some of my friends say that their honeymoon stage only lasted for about a year so I should count myself lucky. Or should I count myself so lucky because I remember the wild sex more vividly than they do since it hasn’t been that long ago? Naturally, I love my husband but this urge hasn’t extinguished itself no matter how many times Matthew and I take a romp in the hay. I’ve tried every position imaginable and brought toys into the mix but nothing seems to put out the raging fire that’s consuming me.

Planning a trip for the weekend is a task I don’t mind one bit. Making a list and organizing the packing, or throwing things in a bag which seems to be the method Matthew prefers, is getting easier the more we travel. I suppose it’s like anything else, the more you do it the more it becomes second nature.

Speaking of nature, my natural urge for some form of new sexual adventure has heightened now to a point where I have no choice but to try out something new with my
old man
. I know he would be adamantly opposed to me experimenting sexually on my own, so I am doing my best to trick him into doing it together. As long as he thinks it’s his idea, I can sit back and be a
good
submissive wife.

After arriving at our destination, we spent the remainder of the day eating, watching a dolphin show and getting knock down drunk, which works right into my plans.

“
Matthew, have you ever been to a strip club?” I lean languorously against his side. “I’ve always been curious what it would be like. I know it’s all women, but I thought if you would take me, I could at least experience it once in my life.” I run my tongue down his neck. “Unless it would make you feel too uncomfortable.” I giggle.

“
I haven’t been to one since college, and then I only went one time. My buddies tricked me into going for my eighteenth birthday.”

I sat back, looking into his eyes. “I don’t think you’ve ever told me that story before.”

He leaned down kissing me lightly on my lips. “That’s because you were so wild when you were younger. I was afraid you would laugh at me.”

“
I would never laugh at you, baby.” I chuckle. “Well, I would laugh with you.”

“
My friends woke me out of a deep sleep and practically forced me into their car. They said they wanted to take me out for breakfast, but the next thing I know we’re pulling into the parking lot of a strip club. I wasn’t old enough to drink yet, so we just sat around looking at all the naked women. Then out of the blue, I heard my name being called from the stage. I was so embarrassed. I knew I was probably going to shoot my load right there on stage in front of the whole crowd.”

“
Who wouldn’t with a naked girl grinding in their lap?” I straddle his legs feeling the bulge of an emerging erection, rotating my hips over his cock. “Wow, you’re getting turned on just talking about it.”

He groans as I rock my throbbing pussy over his lap.

“
Stop, or I won’t be able to finish the story.” He swats my ass.

“
Fine.” I hop off and sit beside him.

“
They told me to sit on my hands so that I couldn’t touch any of the naked women dancing around me and on me.”

I jump up on my knees next to him. “I can’t believe you never told me you’ve had a lap dance!”

“
Because it was horrible!”

“
Really?”

“
How would you feel about having some strange woman’s naked pussy inches from your face and mouth? I felt bad for them actually since my girlfriend was better looking than any of them.”

“
Aww…”

He knocks me lightly on the shoulder. “That’s the only experience I’ve had in a club like that.” He shrugs his shoulders like it meant nothing, but I can tell that it did.

So armored with this new information, I ask again. I know that whenever I ask him to try something new with me he’s always game.

“
So, would you mind taking me to one of the clubs? That way I can at least say I’ve been once in my life. I would never go without you and besides we can just stay for five minutes and then leave.”

“
Sure, whatever, I don’t care. If you feel that your life will be incomplete if I don’t take you into a damn strip club, then I say we go for it.”

Now I wouldn’t say that I’m bisexual, but I’m not afraid to say whether another woman is attractive or not. And somewhere deep inside I do get an unexplainable rush when I see another woman naked. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to share Matthew with another woman. In my mind I can picture him eating one of us out while the other one rides his cock. I’m so totally turned on right now. Maybe I’ll fulfill my secret desire to suck on her lips and tongue or on her breasts.

I get tingly when I think about sucking a woman’s nipple into my mouth and gliding my tongue over the hardened tip. I’ve no idea where that thought came from, but taking Matthew to a strip club would be one step closer in that direction and what do I have to lose? After all, if I make it his idea, I’m just following his lead.

So, the first thing I do is make sure I am prepared before we even leave home. I want to have options if the opportunity presents itself. I do some research online finding a strip club not too far from our hotel, checking to make sure it isn’t too skanky and voil
à
!

Matthew grabs my hand as we walk in the door, pay our cover charge and grab some drinks. I squirm in my seat as I take a sip. A sizzle of excitement skitters down my spine as I watch all the naked women walking around the club.

I gaze around the room counting about ten strippers on the stage and most of them are very attractive.

Matthew’s not even paying attention. He’s playing around on his tablet while I take in the room.

I talk Matthew into sitting closer to the stage, so we down our drinks and sit at a table where we can see everything.

I’ve never thought of myself as a nymphomaniac, but after having a few drinks, my inhibitions are practically non-existent.

I shoot a glance at my husband. “So, do you find any of the women attractive?” My breath coming in short puffs of air as I slant my eyes towards the stage.

I’m already aroused. The heat between my legs is becoming unbearable as I imagine Matthew fucking me with his huge cock and eating out someone else at the same time.

He shrugs again. “Not really, they all sort of look the same.” His eyebrow slightly rises as he asks. Almost as if in a challenging way, or least I am taking it that way. “Have you seen enough or do you want to stay a little bit longer, Joy?”

“
I’m fine,” I answer, not taking my eyes off the stage. “I say we stay for at least another drink before we head back.” He knows me. He knows when I’m turned on, so if this is him testing me I want to make sure that I pass. Besides, I’m determined to fulfill one of my secret fantasies tonight.

“
Matthew if my life depended on it, which girl in here would you want to sleep with to save me? Keep in mind my life depends on it.”

He only shrugs, but starts throwing out comments about different dancers. What he finds attractive and what turns him off.

We talk and drink some more until I feel a little sloppy. I lay my hand on his leg, running it softly up his thigh and grab his dick under the table. “Come on baby,” I hear the desperation in my voice. “I’m your wife, you can tell me. Just imagine I’m one of your buddies. Tell me who turns you on.”

“
Fine,” he finally says after a little more coaxing. He points to a little red head that stands a little over five foot and who’s very hot. She looks like a picture of his former girlfriend before we got together.

“
You still have the hots for Kelly, don’t you?”

“
No.”

So before I lose my nerve, I call the dancer over as they exit the stage during intermission. “My husband finds you attractive and I was thinking about getting him a private dance.”

She shocked me, by placing her hand over mine, “I was hoping it was for you.”

“
Really?” I look at my husband, trying to gauge his reaction.

His eyes widened at her announcement.

“
My name’s Kyla.”

“
My names Joy and this is my husband, Matthew.”

“
I saw the two of you when you walked in. I hoped that you guys were just friends.” She turns to Matthew. “I hope that doesn’t offend you, honey.”

I watch as Matthew shakes his head. “I think my wife is smokin’ hot too.”

I like how Matthew is getting into it. His eyes have darkened and I can see his pulse beating in his neck.

“
You have a gorgeous husband.” Kyla eyed him up and down. “I wouldn’t mind giving him a private dance, but what would be even better would be to give you both a private dance at the same time.”

Oh my god!
Did she just say what I thought she said? I can see Matthew’s cheeks turning a little red, but based on the rapid pulse beating in his neck, he’s obviously not too put off by the situation. I can’t think of a single man that I know who wouldn’t jump at the chance to fuck two women at once. We wouldn’t be the first married couple that added a little spice to the mix.

“
So, Kyla, you’ve been staring at my wife all night and you want to lick her pussy, but because I’m here you’ll throw me in for a fuck?”

Matthew’s pretty laid back, but he can also be very direct. In this case, he noticeably needs a definitive answer from Kyla.

“
Yes.” She nodded and I nearly jump as she moves her hand to my thigh.

Matthew looks at me for a long time. Glancing into my eyes, then drops his gaze to Kyla’s hand kneading my leg. “You’re sure?” He cocks his left brow in question.

My hand hasn’t left his crotch since Kyla walked up, so I know what the idea is doing to him. If his cock grows much bigger it will burst out the seams on his jeans.

I shrug at the same time I squeeze his rock-hard dick. “I’m open,” I reply, gulping down a shaky breath. “If you’ll be with me, I’m open to anything.”

I can’t even describe the look that washes over Matthew’s face. Stunned is more like it. Without much more thought he turns to Kyla. “Are you free tonight?”

“
I get off in about an hour and then I’m all yours.” She draws close enough for Matthew to touch. “Do you live around here?”

I shake my head.

“
We’re at the hotel up the street. If you would like, you can follow us back.”

Kyla leans in and traces a line across Matthew’s bottom lip with her tongue.

I gasp as I watch Matthew slide his hand over her hip and grip her ass.

“
Let me be perfectly clear, you would be doing this for pleasure only and not money?”

“
Of course, darling. I want to see your wife naked and now you’re a bonus!” Kyla’s smile spreads and warmth courses through my veins. I can tell she’s looking as forward to it as we are. Or at least I am.

An hour later, we all leave the club and meet at the hotel.

As soon as we enter the room Kyla immediately undresses. She has a fantastic body. The bedside lamp caresses her bare skin, adding a delicious glow to her supple flesh.

I can feel Matthew’s eyes on me. Watching the direction of my intense gaze as it is trained on Kyla’s upturned breasts and puckered nipples. Out of the corner of my eyes I watch as his beautiful mouth tips upward.

I lean back on the bed as Kyla lowers the zipper on Matthew’s pants and he stands there as they fall to the ground. Next, she tugs his boxer briefs over his lean hips releasing his long, thick cock.

At first I feel a small twinge of jealousy until I see her fall to her knees, her hands sliding down his body as she drags her tongue the full length of his cock. A wicked gleam lights Kyla’s eyes as she looks at me before circling her lips over his cock and taking him balls deep in her throat.