Double-Crossed (23 page)

Peter looked puzzled and just a little concerned.

“I went to a play optional social with Bill and Jen.”

Peter looked obviously relieved. “Let me guess. It was very sexual, and now you are not so sure that you should have gone without me?”

“Yes, that's it exactly.”

Peter got a serious look in his beautiful eyes.

“Did you have sex with anyone? Or did you behave in a manner that you felt was a betrayal?”

“God, no! I masturbated in the powder room, and three people saw me doing it while they were having sex with each other. But I had sex with no one, and the closest I got to betrayal was not telling you I was going first. Oh! Also I did look into the vagina of Jen's sub, but that was her punishment.”

Peter chuckled. “Some punishment! But I guess we really need to talk about this.”

“I think so too. I have no idea about boundaries. I don't know where my desire starts and my fidelity ends.”

Peter sat back from her suddenly looking very serious and formal. “Your fidelity begins and ends with me. I am very insistent upon that. You will be my lover, and I will be yours, and everyone else in the world will come second to that.”

Marianne smiled. This excited her to the core. She got that familiar ache between her legs as if the opening to her vagina needed a gentle but insistent massage.

“I understand. That's what I want also, but I was afraid by going I'd broken some kind of unspoken agreement between us.”

“Do you think it'd be better for the both of us if we promised to tell each other or include each other in these kinds of activities?”

Marianne immediately felt defensive. “But I was not allowed—”

Peter cut her off. “Just answer the question, please.”

The way that he spoke to her told her the game rose up between them—the game that was not a game—and they'd started playing. The way he spoke to her had some kind of reason behind it, and she had to trust that it did.

“Yes. I do think it'd be better.”

Peter's face didn't move, but she spotted a glint in his eye. “So why did you go before you could talk to me?”

Marianne felt the frustration well up inside her again. She felt defensive and wanted to yell at him in order to protect herself. “You were unavailable to me. I couldn't contact you freely.”

“That doesn't explain why you thought it was a good idea to go alone.”

The accuracy of this caught her off guard. Why hadn't she just abandoned the idea until they could go together? She knew that it wouldn't be long until they could do something like this. Marianne thought about it for a while. She could sense Peter looking at her, but she didn't want to meet his eyes. Finally, she arrived at her answer, and she looked up at him.

“I don't want to tell you. I'm embarrassed.”

Peter remained solid. “You must. If you want to repair the damage you've done, you'll have to tell me everything, starting with why you did this at all.”

Marianne felt humiliated. She thought briefly about Jen's subbie and the punishment she'd received.

“I went because it seemed exciting, and I couldn't wait to discuss it with you.”

Peter smiled. The superior grin sent a thrill down her spine. It seemed he knew all along what her answer would be and that he couldn't wait to hear it from her lips.

“You really just couldn't wait, could you?” Peter hurled both accusation and recognition.

Marianne felt very silly, like a little girl looking at dirty movies as her fascination held her there, and when she finally looked away, she felt foolishly thrilled. However, this time he had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar.

Peter continued. “At the end of the day, you want to see because you have an insatiable hunger that you want met. You don't want to be a slut, but deep down in your heart, in the most secret places inside of you, you think about sex all the time, and you want it any way you can get it and as much as possible.”

Horrified, Marianne said, “Yes. God! That's true. You're absolutely right.”

“Stand up and let me look at you in this dress.”

Marianne could think of nothing better than obeying this command. Her pussy throbbed now. She didn't know what he would tell her to do next, but she did know she didn't want to miss it.

“Spread your legs, Marianne. Do you know that I can see your hot little slit when you wear that dress?”

He leaned forward and lifted the dress to expose her vagina. The air swirled around it, and it felt good to have the air on her for a minute.

“I want you to lift one leg to the couch so that I can easily get my finger into you,” Peter said.

Marianne obeyed, lifted her left leg, and placed it on the couch to Peter's right. He lifted his right hand to her face.

“Lick my middle finger.”

Marianne licked and sucked on his long finger until he drew it out of her mouth. He shifted his hand until she could feel it sliding up her inner thigh. Then in one long, sensual stroke, he slid his finger into her as far as he could get it. She felt the heat and wetness starting to radiate from inside her while he worked his finger in and out slowly.

“Now, Marianne”—Peter did not stop slowly pumping his finger into her—“I want you to tell me everything that you think will be of interest to me about the social. Make it hot and detailed, so that from now on, we'll forget that I wasn't there with you.”

She felt distracted. Thoughts of Peter and his actions consumed her. She found it difficult to concentrate. The finger sliding in and out of her massaged her opening gently and then dipped softly into the wet folds inside her. Conversation halted with the movements, and his finger felt amazing. However, she had to do this. Everything inside of her wanted to please Peter. It excited her so much.

“I went with my friends Bill and Jen. They gave me a very exciting outfit that I'm happy to show you.”

On the final outward stroke, he added another finger to the rhythm, and soon Marianne had two fingers sliding in and out of her. The pleasure permeated her, exhilarating, wild.

“It was little black leather shorts, latex black top, and thigh-high fishnets. Then I had tall, black boots that laced up the front of my calves.”

“Mmm… Sounds good. I bet you looked gorgeous. Now I don't want you to come yet, and I think this'll be very exciting when you tell me about it, so I want you to sit in front of me on one of your kitchen chairs with your legs spread so that I can see inside you nicely. I want to see the wetness dripping out of you.”

He took his fingers out of her, stood, and offered her his hand. She licked it clean for him, her tongue lapping suggestively at the full length of his fingers. He moaned very softly, watching her mouth as she sucked. She loved the taste of her own arousal. Then she went to the kitchen to fetch the chair.

She sat it in front of him. He looked relaxed, sipping his wine on the couch. Marianne spread her legs so that the dress sat taut across the tops of both of her thighs. Peter sat back comfortably into the couch deliberately so that she knew he had a clear view inside her. Marianne spread her legs a little farther, reveling in the thrill of having Peter looking that deep into the most private part of her body.

“Now. Go on. I want you to take up from when you walked into the place.”

As if to inject honesty where she'd lacked it before, Marianne gave Peter every intimate detail, using her voice to reframe the event with him planted firmly in it. This new version, with Peter present, had more of the arousal than the social itself. Marianne even made Peter conspirator in the judgment of Jen's sub and her poor behavior.

“Jen's sub dressed as a schoolgirl, and she waved us over. But she got very jealous when she laid eyes on me and demanded that Jen tell her about me.”

At this point, Peter clucked his tongue in disapproval. Marianne went on.

“This made Jen angry, and the girl's 'punishment' was exposure. She had to bend at her waist over the small table that she'd saved for us and spread her legs. Jen invited me to look into her pussy, and I did, while Jen stroked it, and the woman started to moan. Then Jen told her to behave herself because I wouldn't be going with them later.”

“Bill was in another corner talking to some men who couldn't keep their hands off him. But Bill played there for Jen and her sub that day, so he ditched them fast and came and joined us at the table.”

Marianne could feel the wetness from within seep to her pussy lips. It was very exciting exposing herself in this way and revealing herself to Peter. Peter leaned back when she told the story of the punishment of Jen's submissive, no doubt to see if her pussy got any wetter. Even his exaggerated movements excited Marianne.

“Before the talk started, sexual play sparked in the room. Breasts revealed and stroked, cocks sucked, light ass paddling. Then the talk started. The talk was on pleasing the submissive and pushing past boundaries. The woman who gave the talk, George Sand, got her submissive to show us her vagina, and then she started exhibiting various ways of stimulating the submissive so that we could all see and hear the woman getting highly aroused. Soon the Dominant got another woman up there to stimulate and lick the vagina of the first sub so that we could all watch. The woman moaned into the microphone while the other woman kneeled like a dog between her spread legs and lapped at her clit.”

Marianne looked up at Peter, wanting to check in with his mood, but he watched her carefully. Marianne thought he took many mental notes, and although she didn't want to hide anything from Peter, she felt that a lot rode on the way that she told this story.
It's important to be honest. That way he knows which direction to take next
, she thought.

“For me, it aroused me strongly. There were women and men getting into it everywhere. One woman in a corner sucked her master's cock, and another woman watched it while a man lay at her feet licking her boots. “I was very excited, but scared also. I wanted you with me. I did not know most of the people in the room. Jen had given me a vibrator in case it all got to be too much. She sternly told me to behave myself. Soon Jen started up with her sub, and Bill moved to a gay table and got busy with the men there, and I felt that I wanted you. I ran to the powder room to get myself off. In there, a woman sat back with her legs spread and another woman ate her out. A man pulled hard on his cock watching them. I ran to a stall and started working with my vibrator; I wanted you so much. They heard the vibrator and called to me to come out and do it next to them. They promised they wouldn't touch me. And they didn't.”

“Why did you want me? Be specific.”

“I wanted to feel safe with you and…I guess…most of all…I wanted your permission to enjoy it. I wanted to know that if you were there, then I'd be free to have a good time and really get off watching it all.”

“Would you have gotten involved if I were there?”

“I fantasize that I would. However, I only want to have sex with you. At the same time, I feel that I would have done more with the people in the powder room if you were there to insist on it. I'm confused about my desire.”

With this kind of talk, Marianne started to feel a little dried-up between her legs. The exposure through her emotions didn't thrill her. Curling up in Peter's arms to have this conversation would have been better.

As if he knew this, Peter said, “Come and sit next to me, and I'll tell you something.”

Marianne pulled her creamy thighs together and moved over next to her lover. She sat on the couch so that their bodies were touching, and he put his arm around her and gently started to kiss her.

“What you do with your life is always your choice, but while you are with me, you are mine. I don't want to share you with anyone, but that doesn't mean that I don't want you to have certain experiences. I've been with many women and done many things in my life, and I think you should be able to have some experiences yourself, so we'll do that together. However, that's the important thing to remember. We'll do it together.”

Then he leaned down and kissed her, and everything seemed to fall into place. He pulled his face back toward her ear and whispered to her, very close. “And I believe you bought something the other day that I should see as well.”

At first, Marianne didn't know what he meant. The last week had been so busy, and so much had happened she found it hard to remember what had been going on just in the last few days. Then suddenly she cried, “Oh! You mean the DVD?”

Peter still nuzzled into her hair. “Mmm…” he said, almost growling.

“Do you want to watch a dirty movie?” Marianne felt just a little disappointed. Masturbating alone excited her, but she wanted Peter to focus on her, not on the other women in the films.

“What I want is to watch you masturbate, almost to orgasm, just like you do when you're on your own. I think in that dress, acting like you do in private, you'll be very interesting and hard for me to resist.”

Marianne smiled. This she could handle. However, it could be a little embarrassing.

Standing up, she walked into the bedroom and emerged with the DVD. She put it into her player and turned the television on. Immediately the opening ads for phone sex and brothels started to flash across the screen. On their own, they were compelling. The woman had huge fake tits and caressed and flashed them on screen, seducing the viewer to get himself to a phone to chat and have phone sex with her, and with one of her girlfriends too, if he so desired.

She glanced around at Peter and found that he looked straight at her.

“Why don't you show me one of your favorite parts? I want to see you really hot.”

Marianne took the control to the DVD and moved forward to scene selection. She found the one that she liked from the other day, and pressed play.

“Now get comfortable,” Peter instructed from the couch. “I want you to act exactly as you would if you were in the porn shop watching your naughty films.”

“I'll have to get a chair and sit in front of it.”

Already two women on the screen sat naked next to each other in a warm, bubbling spa. They were kissing and getting very hot. Marianne found it hard not to keep watching the action on the screen. One woman leaned over and started to suck the nipple of the other woman.